“Hey,” a very familiar rough voiced mare says, swaying heavily as she walks up to me.

“Hi, Daredevil,” I say amiably, looking up to regard the pony.

My ears go down.

My so-called student’s purple and pink tail is drooping low over her gently curving blue furred hindquarters, and I don’t like to stereotype, but with the way she hugs her arm around me, and looks at me so dully, and the fact that her breath stinks of alcohol, I’m starting to think that there’s something very wrong with this mare.

“I hear you can get me...” she pauses as if to think on what she’s about to say, then blurts out, “Laid.”

Rather than acting embarassed, Daredevil seems to find this hilarious, laughing as she pulls away from me and almost falls over. She’s got such beautiful green eyes, if they would point in the same direction. What the heck is going on here?

“You’re onea those... chivvies Mehsweet,” she says with a noticeable slur in her voice, “Not a stuff shirt like the guys around here who’re all upset about how it’s besti... best...bestity, when I’m notta pony Imma woman!”

Pausing in washing the dishes, I’m sort of glad no one else is helping me at that chore this time, if Daredevil is gonna put on a display like this. I turn to face her, coming down from the sink to four hooves while she looks at me evenly...ish, and says, “They think I’m a... think Imma guy, but I wanna put a big old piece of guy meat heh heh guy meat right where they can’t see in fronna their own fucking faces that goes inta me down... back there, cause I don’t gotta dick, so why’re they callin me a man? I’m a woman and... and I uh...”

She hiccups, and now she looks like she’s going to cry.

“You’re totally right, and I agree with you,” I assure her hastily, walking up to the slumped mare, unsure of whether to touch her or not, “And you’re a good person, who doesn’t deserve to... to be like this.” I have no idea if she’s a good person or not, do I? “And uh...”

I really shouldn’t burst her bubble, but wincing, I admit, “You don’t have to pretend. I know that alcohol doesn’t work on ponies.”

“Fuck you!” she replies pushing an angry forehoof into my shoulder and sending me sprawling on my back. (She doesn’t have to push hard.) “I can ge’ durnk ‘f I want!”

She rolls to her side then, laughing gently to herself, saying quietly, “They said I couldn’t get drunk. Ha! I wanna’d’a get drunk, and I did. On fucking warm beer! Haha everythin’s... spinnin’”

“How much beer did you drink? ” I ask incredulously.

I only get a quiet snore in reply.

The dishes don’t get washed that night, but I nose under the mare’s shoulders, and sling her up on my back, then go trudging off through the electrically lit evening, to the medical office they have here. The three ponies there look at me with alarm as I walk in, so I announce, “She’s fine! Sorta. She’s...” Daredevil wiggles on top of me and mumbles in her sleep. “Moving at least. I think she had too much to drink?”

“How?” the brown mare blurts out in utter disbelief.

“I have no idea,” I reply, “But it must be something worse than beer, so uh, pump her stomach, I guess?”

“We don’t have a stomach pump. This is just a first aid station!” the green mare fusses.

“She seems alright, just drunk. Somehow,” I tell them, “I’ll just keep an eye on her, and make sure she doesn’t need... whatever you give drunk people.”

“We might be able to put her on an I.V. to keep her electrolytes up,” the green mare says, as confidently as a pony with no opposable thumbs can say, “We’re just terribly short of supplies here. I keep telling them we need to get equipment from a hospital, but no they can’t even confiscate basic... sorry.”

She walks up to me, inspecting the mare lying on my back, pulling back her eyelid with a hoof, and muttering, “Well she definitely looks drunk.”

“Some activated charcoal should help,” the pink and green one says, coming up with a bag of charcoal dust? A bag of activated charcoal, I guess, floating in her golden magic. “At least with whatever’s left in her stomach.”

They manage to wake Daredevil up enough to force feed her vile, inky black fluid that looks like it would be more suitable for a torture chamber than a medical office, and if I didn’t know it was just a mixture of water and charcoal dust, I probably would be heading for the hills before the Silent Hill music started playing.

Then of course Slenderman would get me.

I can’t help but wince as they shave a patch of blue fur off of Daredevil’s arm. The unicorn handles putting the actual needle into the drunken pony’s arm, and it’s really easy to locate veins in that pale pink flesh underneath. That is not a cartoon pony’s leg. You can see the rough edge of the fur, where it transitions to actual shaved flesh. Blood vessels in that flesh. I look at my own featureless yellow leg, and even on that, I can see a texture to my dense fur.

I dunno, just the reminder that we have blood vessels is kind of jarring, despite the fact that I’ve felt my own heart beating, and even bled a little on occasion. We really are living, breathing creatures somehow, with a skeleton, and blood vessels, and flesh. It feels... permanent.

Suffice to say I’ve got a lot to think about, as I sit there on my belly next to Daredevil’s cot, waiting for Daredevil to awaken. Or waiting for the heart monitor to start getting irregular, and go screaming for the medic. Night falls, and I doze off at some point, then snort awake when Daredevil moans, and waves a hoof overhead, saying, “What the hell happened last night—oh jezus christ I’m still a pony girl.”

“Hey, uh—” I say as she yelps and sits up in the bed to look at me in surprise. “There’s a pan if you need to—!” I declare, and her eyes widen as yes she needs to. So I grab the pan and shove it at her, and the purple, pink and blue mare pulls it from my mouth into the grasp of her forelegs, and just straight out hurls forth the remainder of that black slop out of her stomach.

“Am... am I dead?” she asks incredulously, staring down at it, “What the hell is this... stuff?”

“I-it’s activated charcoal,” I tell her, “I wasn’t sure if you had drank something worse than beer, so we kind of let it soak up the bad stuff.”

“Oh, no I was just drinking beer, I... I think?” she says, looking up from her own vomit in confusion. “How the hell did I get drunk?”

“How could you not know?” I ask in astonishment, “You were just drinking beer, and nothing else?”

“Yeah, and just some of that stupid hay,” she specifies, “But it never even hit me before, or anything. I was just thinking about things and...” she sighs, mumbling, “Boy, I need a drink.”

“Yeah, the Major General was like that, too,” I muse, as I recall the dramatic and captivating experience a few weeks ago that will surely be a tale to tell to my foals, and my foals’ foals.

Why the fuck is there so much whiskey in this fucking bottle it tastes like fucking piss fuck you fuck ponies I hate being a stupid little fucking girl who can’t even get fucking drunk. Fuck!

“I think a lot of people are.”

“Drunk?” Daredevil asks skeptically.

“Thirsty,” I reply, with a disgruntled tail flip.

“So I uh...” the blue earth pony mare looks at me cautiously, asking, “I didn’t say anything weird, did I?”

“Oh, no! No, you... didn’t say anything weird! ” I reply warily. She wasn’t in her right mind, so how could I blame her for saying that, but how would I tell her without her blaming herself? “Just the normal silly drunk things. It was just kind of weird that a pony was drunk.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll stay away from...” she sinks her head staring at her lap, moaning wearily, “Beer for awhile.”

“But didn’t you just want a drink?” I ask, confused.

“Not that kind of drink!” she replies, looking up at me irritably. Then Daredevil winces at raising her head, holding it, and adding, “I-I mean yeah that kind of drink, but I just don’t wanna say anything stupid.”

I’m not sure Daredevil is well yet, with how long she blushes and looks at me, but I smile and repeat, “You really didn’t say anything stupid.” And this time I mean it.

“Did you wait here this whole time for me to wake up?” Daredevil asks, looking at the darkness out the little window, “What time is it?”

“I, uhm, I’m not sure exactly,” I say, “But it’s really not a big deal.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she says, looking wistfully my way.

So... that’s it I guess. I know she wasn’t in her right mind when Daredevil said that stuff. It’s troublesome though, because now I know why she was talking to Dusty the other day. Of course she wants to have sex with him! And Daredevil’s already Mira’s friend. It’s the perfect group: Mira, Daredevil and Bubblegum with Dusty, and... not me.

But if I try to get them together, I could get Daredevil pregnant! I should get him with the already pregnant Maize, but... Daredevil’s so cool! But I already try not to stay up at night hounded by the guilt that I basically impregnated Bubblegum using Dusty’s penis. So isn’t it better if I just... don’t say anything? If Daredevil asks him to impregnate her, great, but if she never says anything, it’d be better if nothing happened, and Dusty continues to need me to be with him.

...right?

Daredevil’s all cleaned up, and checked out, a little balder in places but not too worse for wear. Instructed not to attempt to consume alcohol until they figure out what the hell happened, she’s not too happy about that. But we walk out of the medical building together, at least, Daredevil confessing to me,

“Thanks so much for saving my ass. I still don’t understand what happened, and you just sat there for hours, waiting for me to wake up.”

“It was just in case you stopped breathing or something,” I tell her as we walk around to face each other outside the building, “Someone had to do it, and I didn’t have too much um...” Okay so I might have skipped my afternoon training, but I’m sure they’ll understand. Oh, I hope someone finished the dishes. “...stuff to do today.”

“Still, thank you,” Daredevil repeats, a cool night breeze washing past us. “I don’t know a lot of people who care as much as you do.”

I–I don’t know what to say. “People um... A-anyone would...” I rest on my haunches, holding a forehoof to my chest and just... “...thanks.”

Daredevil smiles more gently at me, and says, “You know you do make a really pretty girl, especially when you’re embarassed.”

“I–I’m not—” I fall silent, not because I’m embarassed, but only because to finish that sentence would get me struck down from on high for the world’s most terrible lie.

“And your scrunchy face is adorable,” she adds sagely, “Hard to believe you’re such a badass in training exercises.”

Daredevil trots off then, while I rub my nose furiously in my hooves to stop making that stupid scrunchy face. And it only gets worse from there. No, not the scrunchy face, thank Celestia. My snout would implode.

Things get worse not in terms of embarassment, but worse in terms of temptation. I can’t get the thought of Dusty doing Daredevil out of my head. Despite not being Twilight trained, Daredevil manages to join Sergeant Browning’s training group, as in the group that I’m in, not the one I’m teaching.

So now she gets to run around with me all the time, not to mention sparring and wrestling. And every time we get close, I’m remembering her drunk confession, wanting to force the horniness out of that beautifully passionate pony with my uh... tongue. Obviously I don’t, but it’s just a little awkward when her butt ends up in my face way too many times for me to stop thinking about that pert little blue-furred muff, and how much she secretly wants to use it. On Dusty.

So I’m definitely not feeling like I can just ignore Daredevil or Dusty’s group. But Daredevil’s doing alright on her own, I think. She’s definitely talking with Dusty, without me of course, so that means there’s no chance with me, her, and Dusty. Not anymore. A-and that’s a good thing. I’m with Sue, and not Dusty. Nor Peter. Nor Nick. And that’s final! Dusty and Daredevil are just a thing that I want, but can’t have.

It’s just hard to convince myself of that when Dusty’s pressing me down, ejaculating inside me, while I hold him close to make sure he does it, gasping in passion his name.

The brown haired, green furred bat pony stallion named Artemis ends up being my connection with the research team. He introduces me to the other scientists, on an individual basis. Dr. Herman, and graduate student Lieberman. Incidentally the mares at this base seem to prefer referring to each other by last name if possible. Guess that’s one way to deal with being formerly guys. I’d think these science types would all be straight shirted professionals, academic scholars concerned with brainy concepts, and not stuff like friendship. But actually they’re surprisingly nice people, who kind of... have a hard time with friendship in the same way I do, and are also concerned with it the same way I am.

I talk with Artemis a lot about Equestria, and what the Equestrian ponies have to say about places like Ponyville, and Canterlot, what he’s allowed to tell me at least. They really do call it Ponyville, he says. I talk with Artemis about the origins of the wormhole too, which... aren’t very remarkable and don’t make a lot of sense, but it’s something at least.

The story he relates is that scientists detected a spatial anomaly in one of those gravity detectors they have at the bottom of mountains and stuff. Investigating should have led them to some sort of radio interference, or some sort of meteor impact or something, but what they found was just... an abandoned cabin out in the wilderness, with a pile of ancient VHS tapes, and no apparent source of electricity with which to play them. The tape has not been played, but was only labeled with “My Little Pony” and otherwise unremarkable and blank.

The wormhole, and the tape it’s embedded in have been kept sealed away from the outside environment, so they could carefully study it, but it isn’t going to be sealed away for much longer. Because as I’m working on morning drills one day, I hear some shouting and yammering and a rousing cheer over to the area cleared out for unicorn practice. I don’t know exactly what’s going on over there, but it must be something good. So I shrug and continue my drills.

After my training and their practice ends, Lucy elucidates me, cantering up to me and exclaiming in an delighted tone, “I did it! Meadowsweet, I did it!”

Relieved, I turn away from Daredevil, who was... well, I was trying to talk with Daredevil about how she keeps watching me practice, trying to find out what she thinks is so great about just watching me, but she keeps being strangely obstructive about it, dodging the questions with noncommital answers. And it was getting really awkward.

So turning away from Daredevil in relief, I ask Lucy, “What did you do?”

“We were winking today!” Lucy says, beyond excited.

...

“I uh...” I blush heavily. “I might be getting my definition of winking mixed up,” I tell Lucy with a leery hoof lift, “All I know is winking with your eye, and... winking with your other part.”

Daredevil bursts out laughing.

Lucy blinks a moment, before blushing herself, ignoring Daredevil’s joyful mirth, saying, “No, no not that kind of winking. It’s what they uh... used to call teleportation in the show. Ponies—well, Twilight Sparkle mostly—would wink out like a... candle? And then wink back in again. And I... I did that.”

Lucy comes to stare past me as she declares, “I just winked. Me, not some cartoon character. I was here, then I was... something, then I was there.”

“Seriously? ” I ask, staring at her in amazement and intrigue, “What’s it like?? How do you do it?”

“I’ll show you!” Lucy says, strutting proudly, “You ready to... oh uh.” Lucy notices Daredevil then, and blushes for some reason, adding “Didn’t know you were busy with... her.”

“Hey, don’t mind me,” Daredevil says with a quirky smile, “Let’s see what you got.”

“I–I just didn’t know you two were um... friends,” Lucy says sort of bewildered in the ears. Then, before things can get even more awkward, she closes her eyes and concentrates. A soft blue aura bursts into life all around Lucy’s orange horn, with that weird twinkling sound. Then the glow grows brighter and brighter, engulfing her as Lucy grunts with the effort. Then there’s an explosion of blue that just... poof explodes where she used to be.

Then with a burst of identical light, she lands on the ground about 5 feet away, panting for breath and laughing to herself. “I’m not dreaming, am I?” she asks, looking at me and... Daredevil, whom Lucy also seems to know. Lucy herself looks lost in wonder, as she asks, “I really just teleported, right?”

“Yeah, you did!” I tell her, stepping toward her appreciatively, “It looked just like in the show, except blue!”

“It’s more of an azure really,” Lucy says smugly, and I have no idea what an azure is. Some kind of precious gem? “But the important thing is I did it!” the happy orange unicorn mare declares, “And it was so weird! ”

“What’s it like?” asks the blue mare next to me in wonder. Daredevil gives Lucy an honestly surprised and hopeful look, a look I don’t usually get from her at all, or from anyone really.

“It’s like turning inside out,” Lucy says in guttural glee, a little flicker of blue crawling down her horn as she speaks, “It pulls you into it, and then you’re just... popping out where you want to be. I dunno how it works, but it just does! I do the right things with my horn, pour all my magic into it, and poof! Then poof!”

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” I ask with concern, but at Lucy’s enthusiastic head shake, I relax with a smile.

“The only thing they’re worried about is exactly where it’s pulling us,” Lucy says, pursing her lips, “Because we wink out, and then wink back in, so we’ve gotta be somewhere in between, right?”

“That is kind of weird,” Daredevil says in vague interest, “But hey if it works, who cares?”

“Congratulations Lucy, at any rate,” I tell her with gusto, grabbing her attention again, “We really made the right decision coming here, if it’s helping us uh... helping us who are unicorns learn how to teleport! Or... wink, I guess you’d say it.”

Lucy snickers at that, letting one forehoof dangle over the other as she leans lazily, saying, “Yeah, I’ve been winking all afternoon. Really long and hard, yup. Sticking myself out there, and then pulling back in again. It’s uh...”

Daredevil is definitely smirking, and I’m mightily trying to suppress a smile myself. Lucy’s joking tone turns puzzled though, as she says, “I think it actually is like winking, like with your...” She looks down at Daredevil still lying there trying not to giggle, then mumbles, “Because when I wink out, I get pulled back in. It’s like when you wink and your horse... junk back there pulls back in.”

“Huh,” I say, puzzled enough at the thought I don’t have to laugh at it, “I guess that is kind of peculiar.”

“Great, so I’m just one big peach colored clit,” Lucy concludes grumpily.

I think Daredevil’s going to pass out if she continues laughing like that...

It’s getting to be so Daredevil and I are about evenly matched in sparring. She’s about ten million times stronger than me, if she could ever get ahold of me long enough to get me pinned. Not to say Daredevil can’t move like a whirlwind, but it’s interesting how different she is from me, despite us both being earth ponies. I guess that would make her a tank, and I’m... DPS? I’m not sure what you’d call my category. The most I could ever afford was to read about people complaining about those online games, not actually playing them.

Daredevil’s personality is as strong as she is, but also nice. Daredevil invites herself to talk with me, Lucy, and even Sue, but she’s really cool about it, not to mention really cool. She has a lot of combat experience even from before being a pony, and it’s neat how she compares the two experiences. She’s also interested in our lives, listening quietly while Holly tells of how our group was defeated by the evil machinations of Twilight Sparkle. Daredevil’s jokes make me laugh, and well... make us all laugh.

And then she’s off with Dusty again, leaving me just to stare at her and... yearn.

Things are going great with the people I’m supposed to be having sex with at least. Holly really isn’t involved with any of the combat training stuff, and Lucy is really good at hers. She can teleport, and set things on fire as well as Holly ever could. My unicorn marefriend has all sorts of weird variations on ways to disable your movements, from muscle locks to twitchy zappy nerve things, to feeling like you’re stuck in a solid shell for a moment. A lot of it is because I keep finding ways to sneak out of those, so Lucy’s got to figure out other ways to snag me.

Sue’s not that good at fighting actually, and mostly he’s been doing er... maintenance work, but he swears he’s cool with it. And we all sleep together, and do things together, and when we are... fucking, we try to be private about it, but sometimes that doesn’t always work out.

To that poor mare’s credit, she still holds out for a while, until it’s just too much for her to stand. She still jokes with me, and relies on me, and trains with me, and just sort of likes my company in general. The blue mare with pink and purple hair named Daredevil is like another Lucy, brash and rough, but really affectionate in her own way. And unlike Lucy, Daredevil is an earth pony! Lots stronger than me, but I’m still pretty strong, so we can really put everything into sparring together, without me being worried about breaking my surprisingly delicate unicorn friend.

So me and Daredevil are... grappling, to try and execute the pins Sergeant Browning was teaching this week. Of course we’re grappling, and I’m getting all close to her, and pushing up against her as we struggle to get the upper hand or hoof on the other. I’m of course trying not to think of how her teats are pressing against mine. I still haven’t come to terms with how only Dusty gets to play with those teats, and... of course I can’t let her know I’m thinking sexually about her.

Ponies really are too flexible for most human pins to work, so the sergeant had to take it to more extreme stuff like... well, not exactly being hogtied by your own limbs, but certainly twisting and gyrating together. She slams me on my back eventually, and before I can react, she presses her lips to mine in a solid, desperate kiss. I... what?

I tilt my head so she can fit her lips against mine better and I’m so totally off guard by this that I don’t even think to try and pin her anymore. She squirms around, locking her hind legs with mine so that our pussies press together, and she’s soaking wet! Inhaling through my nose it’s obvious, but I didn’t even realize how horny she was.

She pulls free from the kiss, and with her greater strength... I think she actually could have me pinned, like this! I can’t lift my shoulders as she braces on my chest. All I can do is just vaguely cradle her between my arms as Daredevil growls in a voice dripping with lust, “I need this. Don’t fucking... don’t say anything you fucking... oh fuck I want your stupid sexy pussy.”

Then she kisses me again and writhes against me, trying to somehow rub her junk with my junk. I don’t know what to do! This is... she’s just so full of need! Oh god, my pussy’s tingling too, that prickly goosebumps feeling inside me that I know is getting aroused. It’s just so freaking hot how this... this candy colored mare is so lost in her emotions, rubbing against me, like a hurricane of lust.

The aroused mare pulls free of the kiss again, panting hard, saying, “Don’t... don’t run I’m... I’m going to Hell. I’m just gonna...” then she plants her hind legs on either side of me, and starts... rubbing her pussy on my belly. Just hunching over and pressing it to my... my teats and belly, and then up to my chest, saying, “I wanna do this I wanna... stick my dick in you and oh... oh god don’t hate me. I’m gonna... I’m gonna. Fuck, Meadowsweet, I saw you doing it.”

Stroking her tail between my thighs, Daredevil says in a heady lust, “You were a freaking lesbian, putting your tongue inside her right where she wanned it...”

Arching up against the stroking of Daredevil’s soft silky tail hair in my slit, I beg her “Please, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up,” she says fearfully, crawling up my torso to plant her hind legs to either side of my head. “You’re gonna stick your tongue in me. I need something inside me. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna...” her groin hovers over my nose as she hunches over me hungrily. Then I kiss her down there, and she sinks onto my snout, begging, “Please, put your tongue in me...”

Her moan is more of a shout, when I slide my tongue into that mare’s hot, drenched pussy. I push deep, and curl around in there as she mindlessly humps my face, because that’s what she needs right now. Then, as her moans die to blissful satisfaction, I slide my tongue out of her, and start licking her vulva, lipping at them just like Lucy says is good, and rubbing along her clitoris as it winks out pushing against my tongue.

It isn’t long before Daredevil’s even more of a panting, sweating mess, rocking against my face to the rhythm of her breathing. “I’m gonna cum! Meadowsweet, I’m gonna... I can’t believe it!” she declares in shaky excitement, “Keep doing that! Please keep unh... God, I need it innnn.”

Well I certainly listen to her, and she grunts in satisfaction as I lick deep within her, patiently palpating her cervix as I do, and lipping at her vulva to tease her clitoris of hiding. Daredevil quiets, barely rocking against me. “How the... fuck do I cum...” she pants, “It’s filling me... how’m I gonna... ohh fuck it’s... hnhhh...”

She starts to hump hard again, then shudders to a stop, then her tight whine turns into a squeal as her vagina starts to convulse powerfully around my tongue. Hanging onto my head, she pants, “Oh oh God oh oh...” as it happens to her.

“Thassit, glab my tongue,” I tell the mare as Daredevil can’t stop her vagina from doing it, feeling her powerful grip while she shudders against me again and again. As her moans quiet, her vagina does too, until Daredevil is just there, her cunt smooshed up against my snout, slowly relaxing and breathing more evenly.

“Oh god you’re inside me,” Daredevil murmurs almost inaudibly if she wasn’t hugged around me, “You just... I just...”

She doesn’t know what to say, and she’s holding my tongue in her, so I’m not going to say much right now. At last, Daredevil speaks guiltily, “I don’t want you to pull out,” she murmurs, “Soon as you pull out you’re gonna hate me. They’re gonna kill me. Oh god, oh god. How did I just—hnnnh!”

That last part is me forcing my tongue all the way out of her, so I can softly lap just inside her slit. I follow her groin as Daredevil falls to her back. The mare can’t stop humping in the air as I bury my face in her crotch. God, she’s so horny it’s incredible. I don’t want this to end either, because she’ll be sad then, and right now she’s just arching up against me and thinking of nothing but satisfying her needy cunt.

I don’t leave her alone until Daredevil jolts into another urgent climax, hips bucking unsteadily. She twists away from me as if to stand, but then just lays there on her side, moaning quietly, “Oh god oh god...” the base of her tail jerking with every inward pulse. I stand quietly as she just lays there twitching and cumming. Her tail stills eventually, then she relaxes. Panting for breath, the blue and pink mare just curls up in the fetal position, mumbling unintelligibly.

Looking down at Daredevil’s lost expression with unease, I ask warily, “...you okay?”

The blue mare freezes. Then she turns to look up at me in disbelief.

“Am I okay?” she squawks incredulously, actual tears trailing down her cheeks, looking at me with unbearable guilt, “Am I okay?”

“Look, I’m... I’m fine!” I tell her, scraping the ground a little angrily. Not at Daredevil, but at this whole... thing. “Fine, you raped me. Whatever. You weren’t hurting me, you weren’t doing it because you don’t care about me. You just got horny, and... come on, I was practically humping you in that wrestling match! I was clearly asking for it! And I was just too clueless to realize you wanted me! Daredevil, if I knew you needed it this bad, I would’ve done this ages ago! Why didn’t you tell me?”

A pause for her to stare at me like a deer in headlights, before I groan and facehoof at my own cluelessness, muttering to myself, “Oh sure, just tell your crush you wanna sit on her face. No problem, right? Easy peasy.” Looking at a warily standing Daredevil, I smile weakly, and say, “It’s okay if you didn’t tell me. I would’ve rather you did, but you’re still my friend, even if you wanna uh... stick your dick in me.”

“Tha-that was pretty dumb,” she says with a skittish laugh, “I was gonna have to... to run. Just disappear, and you’d all hunt me down, and I tried to tell myself it wasn’t worth it, all the terrible things that’d happen if I t-tried anything.”

“Thankfully this is the real world, and not some slasher flick,” I tell her, feeling just a tad jaded at Daredevil’s distress, “I don’t care if you rape me, as long as you care about me, and respect me. If... if you ran, that would have been worse.” My voice aches with too much pain, as I ask her, “You think I would rather lose my friend than get raped? I got dumped once, pretty bad, and that felt way worse than any time I got raped!”

“...I’m your friend?” she asks, meeting my eyes in shocked hope.

“Yes, you’re—” I start to say, before she interrupts, blurting out,

“You got raped more than once?!”

“Yeah it... technically yes,” I admit testily, “But they say they just had sex with me without asking first, and it’s not rape somehow. I think it is rape, and they’re just afraid to call it that, because they don’t want it to be, but I swear it’s no problem! It’s just really hard to just... get consent every time. H-how long have you wanted to...?”

“Ever since we met,” she mumbles, staring downward, “You were just so cute and nice, and I wanted to... I wanted to be a man again. I–I’ve been kind of stalking... I just wanted something , even if you didn’t know I was... watching.”

“Oh, you... were w-watching us, right,” I say, looking sideways at her.

“Not in a... okay yes it was in a bad way. I saw you with...” the blue mare blushes, saying in tenuous excitement, “Holly, through the window. I–I mean you don’t even pull the curtains and—”

“Oh, maybe we should,” I murmur, looking down and frowning.

“No!” she blurts out, as I look up to meet her green eyes, “No that’s not... necessary,” she says, and with her blush and droopy, swishy tail she looks seriously self-conscious about her actions. “I won’t uh, spy on you if you don’t want,” she says, “I just... you know...”

...

“Did I ever tell you how I met Sue and Holly?” I ask my chagrined friend, with a shy but not so shy smile. At her headshake, I continue, “I was feeling so... horny like you, and they weren’t even tempting me with getting close to me. I just couldn’t help it, even though they barely knew me. I saw them heading off to have sex, and... well, I spied on them.”

“You did?” Daredevil asks, giving me a vulnerable and hopeful look uncharacteristic of the normally tough mare.

“I didn’t mean to... but yes, I did spy on them,” I insist, trying not to scrunch out of embarassment, “And I got caught. Um... it went better than expected.”

“I’ll say,” she says in amazement, “If you’re still with them.”

“That was the... second time I got...” I tap my chin in cautious calculation, before admitting, “No wait, the third time I got raped. I should’ve just consented, but I just felt too guilty to ask for anything, and well... Sue and Holly took care of me either way, so I didn’t have to consent. It would’ve been... stupid if I said yes please put a baby in me.”

“But I would’ve forced you, even if you didn’t want it,” Daredevil says guiltily, “I thought you didn’t! And I thought I had to force you, because I just wanted it so bad. It just started happening, and then I had to do it, because you... you wouldn’t ever let me touch you again.”

“It might have been bad if I didn’t want it,” I say uncertainly, “I guess you just... lucked out? I wouldn’t try that with anyone else, and if you feel like you’re gonna, just... talk to me about it okay? And if talking means sitting on my face, then go ahead.”

“Y-you’re unbelievable, Meadowsweet,” Daredevil says, distantly. She takes my hoof in hers, gently, then strongly, then pulls herself up to hug me, rubbing against my shoulders, curling her neck along mine, saying in blessed relief, “It felt so good! You were just going in me and it was just amazing. Just give me a... a chance and I’ll never rape anyone ever again thank you so much...”

She starts crying somewhere in that, so I just spread my imaginary wing to cover her with, and wrap my foreleg around her, as Daredevil tells me of her forbidden dreams, hopes, and fears as a my little pony, and as herself. And we’re... lovers now.

That orange-on-orange earth pony mare with the blue eyes comes trotting up to me one day, and I’m like, “Oh, Blaze! How’s it going with Strider, and uh, Candy and Susan?”

She frowns at that and uh oh.

“Can you come with me?” she asks, “I need to ask you something. It’s p-private.”

With grave worry I follow the mare, and we head off outside the complex to a lonely place in the wood, when Blaze decides we’re far enough. Then she looks down and just... kicks at the ground.

“So, it hasn’t been going well with Strider and—?” I try asking.

“No! No!” she interrupts, “It’s going really good. He’s doing me whenever I want now. And they’re all in love with me. And we’re good friends.”

“...but there’s a problem,” I prompt her cautiously.

She nods.

“You don’t have to tell me, but,” I offer as gently as I can, “If you do, then I’ll try to help however I can.”

The orange earth pony mare named Blaze stares down, then scrapes the ground again, then looks up at me with scared eyes and says,

“I’m 10.”

...

Blushing horribly, Blaze looks away, saying, “I’m 10 now. I wasn’t when I changed. I got older when I changed, a-and then I had a birthday but I didn’t tell anyone because I turned 10 and I think I’m the only one.”

“But you were...” I say faintly, recalling just what this mare was, with Strider.

“I know I’m not supposed to do that,” she says guiltily, “I just wanted it so bad. And it felt so good. Y-you saw him. In me. You were okay with it, and you helped me so much, and I want to ask you because I need help.”

“I didn’t know you were 10 though!” I protest in shock.

“P-please don’t tell!” she says, meeting my eyes fearfully, “They’re gonna hate me! I–I love being a grownup! I’ll make a baby in my belly, just like a mommy. I’ll be a good mommy. And I want to... to have sex. Just like a grownup.”

Oh god it’s so obvious now. That’s what was bothering me not her accent. Her vocabulary! “S-so what’s the problem then?” I ask weakly, trying not to see this grown mare as a scared child.

“They’re gonna find out,” Blaze says with a tremble in her voice, “I didn’t have any friends after I changed, not even one, so I was safe. But I just wanted him too bad, and now we’re friends. I–I–I don’t know how to be a grownup. I try, but... they’re gonna find out. I don’t know what to do.”

“L-look, you fooled me, right?” I tell her nervously. Blaze ducks her head shamefully, but I tell her, “It’ll probably be fine! Lots of adults don’t have a big vocabulary. J-just don’t lie to them if they find out, but I–I mean it couldn’t hurt to just... let it be, right? Just be yourself, and if they like you then when they find out, they won’t be mad. And if they are, tell them I told you to keep it a secret. Then they could be mad at me, okay?”

Blaze looks up to meet my eyes, saying shyly, “O...okay. I can just be my...self. And it’s okay if I keep having... him in my vagina?”

I’m a horrible influence on 10 year old children, when I can’t see any reason why not, so I say, “I... can’t see any reason why not.”

Blushing, Blaze says, “I know that kids are not supposed to do that. But I really do like it. And I want to be a mommy now. And... I like having some... friends.” She leans toward me saying urgently, “I couldn’t be friends with any of the foals not even if there were real ones, because I was a grownup, and none of the grownups talked to me, so I didn’t know what to do. But it’s okay. I’ll ...push Strider’s baby out of my vagina, if he likes me, and they like me, and I don’t have to be alone...anymore.”

God, I shouldn’t ask. She’s so happy right now! She doesn’t even think getting pregant is that big of a deal, which I should correct her on. But her happiness is tinged with a lonely... desperate edge to it, that I just can’t leave unspoken. “I’m the only one who you’ve told, right?” I ask her, “That you are really 10 years old?”

“Y-yes you’re the only one,” she says cautiously, “But I know you won’t tell on me because you’re really nice.”

Dammit she’s right. “Well, I just want you to know I’m okay with you being ten, so you can talk to me about anything. So you can tell me anything you haven’t been able to talk about until now.”

She looks at me blankly, and I guess... I have to ask. Giving Blaze a sympathetic look, I ask, “Where are your parents?”

I should have known what would make a grown mare cry. But I hug Blaze, and she hugs back, sobbing over my shoulder. I can’t believe she was ten! That’s just awful! All by herself, for all this time? Why didn’t she ask for help? She didn’t know anyone at all, and her parents were gone, and I’m glad Strider impregnated her because that means she finally has—wait no I’m not supposed to be glad about that.

She quiets down eventually, but doesn’t stop hugging me. Her breathing comes evenly against my chest, her warm orange fur meshing with mine. “You can hug me as long as you like,” I murmur to her, “I can be your... mommy for a little.”

She shifts at that, but doesn’t start crying again. Blaze pushes free of me then, sitting on her haunches before me here under the trees. “I didn’t know what to do,” she says, sniffling and wiping her eyes with a foreleg, “I couldn’t find them and I just had to be alone all the time.”

“Do you know what ponies they turned into?” I ask her, not very hopefully.

She shakes her head. “Daddy was at the conference,” she says, “Mommy was there, but... I was being bad.”

“You won’t get in trouble with me,” I reply trying to look at her supportively.

“I saw the convention,” she says, “I didn’t know what it was, but I saw all the ponies. Not the real ones, but there were cute pony dolls and pictures and... and I shouldn’t have run away from my mommy, to look at them. We were just there for Daddy’s conference, and she was talking to the man at the desk, so I just... went to look at them, a little.”

“And then you started changing into a pony.”

She nods. “There were pretty patterns all over the ceiling and I thought it was the convention. Then I just... fell down and I couldn’t walk.”

“That happened to me too,” I tell her sadly.

“Really?” she asks, looking curiously my way.

Blinking, I reply, “Yeah? Everyone transformed pretty much in the same way.”

“I tried to move,” she says, “And my arm just started coming out of my body, my pony arm. And it was weird because I wasn’t scared.”

“I was pretty scared,” I have to admit, “My sister wasn’t though. And I was more upset than scared. That is kind of weird now that I think about it.”

“Well my arms and legs came out,” Blaze continues, “And everything stopped being all woobly. But I had hooves. And then you came, and started saying that we could walk, and showing us. Then the police came, and I didn’t know what was going on sorry. But after they took you away, I stood up and walked to where Mommy was. There was nobody at the desk though. Then I saw the foals.”

Looking low, Blaze says, “They were so small and cute like a doll but they were real and... and I was bigger. And I had a grownup voice now. And all the people who used to be grownups were ponies like me. So I... didn’t want mommy to see me like this. I didn’t want her to see I was... older.”

“I met a foal once who didn’t want anyone to know she was supposed to be a grownup,” I tell her sympathetically, “but never any kids who became grownups.”

“I... I think I’m the only one,” she says in a choked voice, “And I didn’t know what to do and they put us in the vans to go to the compound. And then I saw... ponies having sex. And I started wanting it. But then everyone already had all the stallions, and I didn’t want to be a mommy, and it just... f-felt so good when Strider went into me, and I felt his babies going into me.”

“Well I don’t care if you’re supposed to be 10, that was... beautiful seeing that happen to you,” I tell her fussily, “It’s such a wonderful feeling, and you should be able to feel it. Even if you have to h-have a baby.”

“I don’t want to be a kid anymore,” Blaze replies, “I want to do that with him, and I want to have his baby in my tummy, even if I have to give birth it out of my vagina. I want to make a cute little foal to come out of me and stand there and I’m making one in my belly right now. Like a real pony for real!”

“I sure don’t know any 10 year olds who feel like that,” I say in amusement.

“What was it like when you were 10?” Blaze asks curiously. Uh.

Blushing, I say, “Okay yes I felt like that when I was 10, but I’m a weird one.”

“You did?” Blaze asks with wide eyes.

I’m certainly a horrible influence on 10 year olds when I say, “Yeah I was about 10 when I started... wanting to put a baby in a girl, even if my penis wasn’t very—.”

“You used to be a boy?!” Blaze asks, giving me a wide-eyed, astonished look.

Tail drooping, I grumble, “Yeah, I know it’s not obvious, sorry. But I was. So if you had stayed a boy, then you might have started having urges anyway. Maybe.”

Blaze gives me another look, a more wary look, and says, “I used to be a girl.”

Blushing horribly, I say in absolute abashement, “Oh, jeez, I thought you used to be a boy, because you changed your name...”

“I don’t want anyone to know my name’s Cindy so that they think I’m a boy who turned into a girl,” Blaze says shyly as I risk peeking out from hiding my blush behind my forelegs, “Then when I say something, they think I’m being a boy not a kid.’

It was working. “That’s... really smart, actually,” I tell her without having to fake being impressed. “I–I’m really honored that you would tell me that you used to be a girl... Cindy.”

“Thanks,” she says, giving me a shy smile, then says, “I would have let you put your penis inside me.”

“What?” I ask, looking her way.

“When you were 10,” she says, “I would have let you put your penis inside me, and cummed inside me. I didn’t know boys liked to do that so much.”

I am a horrible person.

We part ways, though Blaze still pulls me aside now and again to just... talk. About her old school, about her parents, who were some kind of business oriented people. She didn’t have the details. I haven’t heard of anyone looking around for their missing 10 year old daughter, so I couldn’t say where they’d gone. Strider, Candy and Susan seem to love her to pieces though, and I don’t know if they know or not, but... they know what is true now, even if Blaze was different in the past, and that’s what really matters.

...right?

“Hey there, Meadowsweet!” my friend Artemis calls over to me one day, “They were saying you fashioned some sort of a grindstone back in Ainsworth?”

“Oh, yeah it was pretty cool,” I say, “We made it out of cement, so we could shape it pretty precisely.”

“Mind showing me?” he asks, innocently enough.

“It’s not that complicated,” I say lifting a self-conscious hoof, “I could draw a diagram if you like?”

“Just curious about how people were doing being ponies, out there in the world,” he says, “It sounds very old school and practical!”

I’m soon showing Artemis the grinding stone design that we figured out back in Ainsworth, sort of drawing diagrams with chalk, on that chalkboard in the meeting room. And I drop the chalk. Seriously, how do you hold this slippery thing in your mouth? Artemis gives me a pitying look as I have to crane my neck down to bite the chalk cylinder and lift it up again.

He sighs impatiently, and says, “Looks like I’m not the only one who has trouble holding chalk like this.”

Oh. Or... maybe... not pitying, and not impatiently.

I look at the surprisingly sympathetic stallion. Then, I put down the chalk on the tray and look at him in surprise, asking, “But you have those claw finger things on your wing. Can’t you hold stuff with them?”

Rolling his eyes, Artemis strides over and unfurls a wing, easily picking up a piece of chalk with the little claws on the apex of it. Okay, I’m not seeing the problem here. Then, he puts the chalk to the chalkboard, and before he can draw a line, the chalk squips out of his grasp and drops to the floor. Oh.

“These wings are wonderful in many ways,” he says, “But those little claw finger things don’t have any strength to them. I have to be really careful, or I lose my grip, and it’s hard to write without pressing against the chalkboard.”

Then he picks the chalk up in his mouth, and writes, very crudely, “OR I COOLD DO THIS” then puts the chalk down in the tray again.

“Huh, I hadn’t thought about how your wing claws wouldn’t be strong,” I say, curiously fiddling with the little things on his wing. They do grip at my hoof kind of weakly.

Then Artemis pulls his green bat wing away from me, and folds it to his side, stumbling a few steps away and blushing as he says, “Right, yes so being a pony is strange. That’s abundantly clear.”

“If it’s any consolation, at least you got to stay male,” I tell him, wincing inwardly as I realize how close we were getting, and what my very female ass could end up provoking him to do. I rest safely on my haunches though, while he sighs, and says,

“You’re certainly right there. I can’t even begin to imagine what my colleagues are going through. It’s making them act so strange, and guarded...” his ears go low as he adds, “From me, I suppose.”

“More like from themselves,” I say, flicking my tail ironically. He looks at me in a questioning manner, so I blush (of course) and tell him, “Y-yeah, so the only time I um... avoided someone because he was a stallion, was because I wanted it, and I was afraid I would just go do it with him.” Eyes dropping down, I mutter mostly to myself, “Then I went and did it with him anyway.”

But I persevere in my thought, lifting my head and not letting the resentment of being pregnant get to me, at least not now, saying confidently, “So it wasn’t because I was afraid of any of the stallions. It was because I was afraid of myself. I’d never felt that way about... men before.”

“So you just started seeing er, male ponies as attractive?” he asks curiously.

Slightly nodding, I say, “It was mostly the scent that did it for me. You know how our noses are, and mine started smelling boys as... smelling good. Then I got stuck under a blanket for hours with my best friend, which concentrated the effect, and...” I curl one foreleg, and stick the other forehoof through the crook of it, in and out.

“Oh, well, um,” Artemis says, now blushing himself, as I guess we’re passing the blush ball to each other. “My scent isn’t... bothering you, is it?”

Yep, passing the ball right back at me. “I uh, don’t think so,” I tell him in a fluster, blushing as I try not to think of what we’d be doing, if his scent was bothering me, “No offense, but my uh... libido has gone way down since I finally got pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant?” he asks in surprise.

“I know! Isn’t it weird how not obvious it is?” I exclaim, forgetting my embarassment in excitement, “It’s gotta be going really well, because I’m not even getting morning sickness. It uh... growth is exponential, so I won’t be huge until the very end, but I haven’t even noticed a bump!”

“Huh, and how long have you been pregnant?” he asks, a little skepticaly.

“...I have no idea,” I reply glumly, “At best a couple months. At worst uh...” I look at the calendar hanging on the wall, “...10 months.”

He gives me a look. “You are not ten months pregnant, even for a horse,” he tells me flatly.

“Yes, I know that much. I just don’t know exactly when it started to take though,” I sigh, “I kept making mistake after mistake, and I just stopped... trying to avoid it. So I’m definitely pregnant now. Just not sure when it’s due.”

“You’re taking it remarkably well for someone who used to be male,” he says, drawing my ear his way.

Then I double take, following my ear to gape at Artemis in surprise, saying, “What? How did you know I used to be male?”

“You said you’d never felt that way about men before,” he replies, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, well,” I say shortly, shyness flaring in me as I lose eye contact again, “It’s just that I get a lot of people saying... I’m really feminine or something. It’s nice to um...” I sneak a glance at him, smiling slightly as I say gratefully, “It’s nice to have someone figure out that I’m supposed to be male now and then.”

He stares at me silently for a sec, then shakes his head out, and says, “I can definitely see why people would think that you weren’t. But I certainly don’t think there’s anything wrong with you. You can act as feminine as you like, for whatever definition of feminine you like. I’m honestly worried about my colleagues acting a little too uh... female for their liking.”

“Have you ever thought of... letting them... do the female thing... with you?” I ask, standing to look (up) at him with concern.

He looks down to meet my eyes, then solemnly states, “I have a wife.”

“O-oh, so...” I say staring up at him sympathetically, “So you actually swore an oath not to... be with anyone else.”

“I’ll be honest, I’ve thought about it,” he sighs, looking aside, “I’ve never even been around this many technically biological women before. It’s not something I can do, though. I couldn’t do that to him.”

“To who?” I ask, tilting my head.

“...my wife,” he says.

“Your—oh,” I say, with even more sympathy.

“Yes, she didn’t... stay female,” he says, ears going down, “We’ve been having a hard time... dealing with it.”

“Have you talked with her about it?” I suggest, leaning against the poor guy.

He sighs, leaning back. “We have, and... he does seem to prefer to be called male while this is happening to us,” he says, “We haven’t... talked about my uh... feelings, in so many words. I can’t just tell him I’m contemplating cheating on him.”

“I’m guessing you haven’t been feeling especially homosexual,” I venture.

“Not particularly, for either of us,” he says, slowly shaking his head, “We tried some... experimentation, but it didn’t... go particularly well. I certainly haven’t been having feelings for any other er, stallions.”

“But you have been having feelings about mares,” I prompt.

He hesitates, then tells me, “It’s not as bad as it was in the summer, but I have been feeling... lonely, yes.”

“And about... me?” I suggest.

“N-w-well yes just the... possibility, but,” Artemis says, blushing.

“I mean it’s fine, I don’t need it myself or anything you know I have a boyfriend...s,” I say with a blushing wince. “Not that I’d say no, but...”

Giving me a thoughtful look, Artemis says, “...you’d really have sex with me?”

“I want... someone else to have sex with you,” I reply through my blush, “There are a lot of... lonely mares, who can’t get it at all. That’s who I want you to be... with.”

“Even though I have a wife,” he clarifies.

“That’s your call!” I protest, “You should be true to her yes and you swore an oath, but you... you really haven’t had any sex since July?”

“Everyone seems to be female now,” he says, turning away and scraping the ground in frustration, “And my wife couldn’t stay female, she had to turn into a...” he looks at me, saying, “...sorry, yes. But it’s not like anyone has... offered.”

“Of course you swore to stay with your wife, but...” I say, “It just seems like you really need that.”

“I... I do,” he says, hanging his head, “It’s just maddening. Seeing everyone just... naked everywhere. I’ve never cheated on anyone before. If my wife finds out... so I can’t do it. I just have to be... miserable, for now.”

I should let him do me, right here. “So...” I tell him, stepping away and raising my tail, and showing him, “This makes you want to... do me?”

“I... I want to do you so bad, Meadowsweet,” he says, hind legs wide no doubt to straddle something hard between his legs.

“...I won’t tell, if you do,” I say.

Then he’s rushing forward and he’s on me and just hugging my ass, forelegs gripping my flanks, his penis slapping my belly. We struggle together until he’s in me and thrusting and he doesn’t stop until he grips me close and deep, and I feel semen burst from the swelling head of his dick, shooting up deep inside me.

His flared penis finishes ejaculating. Then Artemis... relaxes.

“Well now I... really hope you won’t tell,” Artemis says faintly.

“Scout’s honor!” I squeak, sneaking a peek back at the green bat pony.

“Can’t believe I just... Meadowsweet, I’m inside you!” Artemis says, looking down at me in disbelief.

“Yeah, feels good doesn’t it...” I say with a silly smile, “So big and heavy in me. My place really likes having a stallion in it, just all wrapped around you.”

“We... we can’t do this again,” Artemis says, not dismounting me in the slightest. “But thank you. I needed that so badly.”

“Sure, no... no problem,” I say, shifting under his weight, “I have Sue and... Dusty, so don’t worry. They’ll do this to me any time I need it.”

Softening within me, gazing down at my green tailed rump, Artemis murmurs lowly, “I don’t want this to end...”

“There are a lot of mares who don’t have... anyone to do it with them,” I tell him warily.

He thinks on that, then loses my gaze again, saying, “I–I can’t I’m sorry. I just want to savor this... this wonderful gift you’ve given me.”

“Take all the time you need,” I tell him tenderly, nestling my ass in his pelvis. Just exchanging soft words with him, as Artemis softens and shrinks out of me.

I’m pretty much sitting in his lap, pressing against his sheath when he finally slips out of me.

“Well, I guess that’s that,” he says, looking down.

“Maybe you could talk to... your wife about it,” I tell him, rotating belly down so I can face the stallion, pulling my gangly legs up around him.

Sighing, Artemis says, “I’ll try. I’m not gonna tell her—him that you were involved though.”

“Wish there was something else I could do,” I say, looking down glumly.

“You’ve done just what I needed, Meadowsweet,” Artemis says warmly, lifting my chin with the... the edge of his wing, to meet his eyes. “Thank you.”

I shouldn’t try to kiss him. But I tilt my head slightly as he leans forward, and I lean forward, let my eyes slip closed, and we kiss.

Author's Note

Maybe Meadowsweet should be paying less attention to how guys think, and start trying to understand what’s going on in her own head...

...naaah. Arte/sweet OTP!