Reversed Paradise

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Journal Log 50

It’s been over a month now. Stern and I have gotten used to life here. Looking back on things, it all feels like a dream.

Both Stern and I, at first, wanted to terminate the pregnancy in order to return to how things were, but the more we thought about it, the harder it got. It didn’t help that where we were from, such things were frowned on, so there was the guilt and shame of it. But I think we both also didn’t like the idea of ending a life before it could start, all because we wanted to have fun traveling through time and space.

The Doctor also didn’t help, reminding us that he did have a time machine, which meant that we would not miss much. He can just jump forward a year and pick us up.

As for the others, they, too, were conflicted. It’s understandable that they didn't want to have an opinion about it. All accept Treron who was already rubbing my belly and talking about baby toys. Thinking back on it, I can laugh about it, but I was really scared back then.

Fortunately for us, once we decided to keep the baby, Horizons had already set us up with a place to live and something for us to do. We also got some extra special medical treatment ment for the very wealthy, so now we are likely to live longer than most of the ponies back home. Well, longer to us, that is. The Doctor does have a time machine.

Anyways, I’m really starting to feel the effects of the pregnancy now. Nothing is showing but I have been feeling more sick and have had some mood swings. Stern has also been emotionally all over the place but his security job has helped keep him centered. The others also visit now and then, so things have been good.

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Journal Log 51

Being pregnant is not fun!

But that is not why I’m writing this. I have a different book on how my pregnancy is going and it does not have any vulgarity in it. No sex, drugs, or being tied to a breeding poste to be railroaded by countless creatures. This is actually about what I found out about Hushed.

As it turns out, Hushed is still on the planet, being held until after she gives birth too since the child is innocent to Horizons. As for what will happen to the child, It will go to it’s father, of whom my guess was right. It is Piper. There was even a video of them bringing Piper in. He was guilty for harboring an illegal immigrant and drugging me. But, unlike Hushed, Piper can be kept on this planet.

For now, Piper will have to work off a debt to Horizon for the trouble he caused. Lots of community service disguised as some costumed mascot, all while having to raise the child. Horizons were positive this was the best solution since Piper is not violent and has nowhere they could hide from them now, and that the children should at least know one of their parents.

When I asked why they said children, it turns out the Nguruvilu have litters, and the parents barely take care of them anyways. So these Nguruvilu children are likely going to have a more stable upbringing then they normally do. I know Horizons will make sure of that.

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Journal Log 52

A few more months in, and it shows. My stomach has grown. I don’t know if it’s the baby or all the weird food I’ve been eating, but my body has begun producing milk again. A lot of milk at that. So much that Stern has jokingly started calling me his little milk cow.

It’s frustrating.

Worried, I wanted to get my body checked out. Being small was already going to be a problem, but having such swollen breasts was making me worried. Turns out that, because of all the natural radiation I soaked up, it has caused my mareness to overdo it. When I asked what they meant, they just told me that I’m lucky that I’m not having twins which sent a shiver down my spine.

Now I have to milk myself regularly or it starts to hurt. I’m worried that they’ll get even bigger. All of this caused Stern to tease me more. The silver lining in all this is that now I have a job as a milkmaid which is giving me practice for when my own child is born. It's a bit odd having to nurse Columbi’s young, but they're so cute that I don’t mind that much. Also it has helped me integrate with the local Columbi families. Helping to raise their young is also one way they bond with each other. I’ve even gotten used to how touchy-feely they are.

Actually, I think both Stern and I have gotten too used to being around them. I’m a bit ashamed to admit that we have indulged in the Treron other customs too. Still, it’s good to let off some steam since Stern is worried about hurting our child to be rough with me, so I don’t mind being part of Treron’s family for now. Though I’m a bit worried that Treron wants to marry both of us since she has been a bit clingy lately.

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Feather sighed as the black and white spotted stocking stretched over her legs. It had become clear she had gained some weight in the last few months. She did not want to think about her now extended belly.

"I should cut down on the cakes," Feather lemented.

"Nonsense!" Treron commented as she reached put and rubbed Feather's pregnant belly. "Mother's to be must eat. It's only natural."

The Columbi had dressed up in an outfit that resembled one of the native animals of this planet. It mainly consisted of rainbow stripes.

"An expecting mother should stay at home, not join a parade!" Feather complained. She was not so far along that she couldn't move around. That and a little bit of magic made her as light as a feather, so she was just making up excuses. The problem was that it was a fertility festival. In it, pregnant mares would give young adult virgins a blessing of fertility and grandmothers would give pregnant mares a blessing for a safe birth. It all sounded fine on paper except for the dressing up which had to do with an animal we closely represented.

Unfortunately for Feather, the word "cow" had been going around about her. She had not gotten fat, fortunately for her, but her breasts had gotten so large for a pony her size that it almost got in the way of basic trotting. It was to the point that she wore coverings for them as they were poking out of her fur and jiggled. It also didn’t help that Feather and Stern had gotten into roalplayng of Feather being a cow herself, so the outfit she had was the same one they fuck in.

Treron backed up and gave Feather a head nod. "You're looking ravishing, Miss Feather. If we had time, I'd take you right now."

A groan came from Feather. Not from the overly sexual comment but because it was something she would rather be doing right now instead of this. With most of the others out doing their own thing, Stern and Feather had let themselves go a bit native. They shared a bed with Treron and her husbands and wives. It had gotten to the point that sex had just become somthing they did, though the two ponies alway made sure they were together.

As for Treron, she was joining Feather, having gotten pregnant a few months back. The Columbi had cycles in when they could get pregnant. Because of it decide they ahead of time whom it was who would sire the children. This festival was to celebrate that, so at least she would have company.

Getting up, the bell around Feather’s neck jingled. Her breasts, at least at her crotch area, also jiggled. The cow print covering kept them in place, but it also drew more attention to her flank. "But why do I have to go? I'm a pony, not a Columbi." Feather complained.

Treron smiled. "Actually there's a few who want to be mothers that want to be as blessed by you." She made a motion that Feather recognized as milking. Unlike pony hooves, the soft talons of the Columbi were dextrus and were quite good at relieving the pressure in Feather's breasts.

It was embarrassing to be reminded like that, so Feather frowned. "Can't you, you know, do that with tech?"

Treron chuckled. "Oh no. We treasure natural beauty. Artificially altering ourselves like that would be like lying to all. Even ourselves. And I think we're not psychologically able to adapt to that. I haven't seen it myself, but I heard that altering our body causes depression and other unhealthy states. I mean, any kind of clothing has never felt right, and it took a year to get used to it."

Feather had some understanding of what Treron was talking about. Ponies normally didn't wear clothes either. Underwear, though, that had been another level of weird for her. That was until Feather needed a nonverbal method of saying "not right now," as the Columbi were really too affectionate and she was not always in the mood for a cuddle.

It was time to go. Begrudgingly, Feather followed Treron out. Fortunately for her, there was not too much trotting. Instead, she was hoisted onto what looked like a war chariot that the pegasus back home would parade around. Stern was the one pulling the chariot Feather was in. It was a right given to whom was known or considered to be the father.

The war chariot would have felt out of place for the Columbi and a fertility festival. That is if Feather had not asked about its history. The festival was honoring the goddess in which this world was named after. She was born from the union of two war gods and was a war god herself. But, when it was time for this goddess to gather her own army and head to war, instead of challenging and fighting the greatest warriors of her parent's worshipers, they all just surrendered to her on sight. When she marched her new army to war, her enemies also surrendered on sight. This happened every battle until she had marched the biggest army around the world and found herself back home. Her beauty had conquered the world, uniting the Columbi without one drop of blood spilled. Since then, they never had a war among each other.

It was a literal “love conquers all” story, and Feather didn't hate it. It also clear to her why the Doctor really likes the Columbi. They were literally lovers, not fighters.

As the festival continued with dancing and song, so came the blessing ceremony, which, for Feather, involved kissing foreheads and giving hugs to the mares planning to be mothers. Something about sharing love to those who want it. Unfortunately for Feather, the line for her was extra long. She found out that, yes, you can get tired from giving hugs and kisses. Her own mother, Silver Shine, would have been shocked to learn that.

When it came for Feather to receive a blessing, it was Treron’s own mother that came. Unlike with Feather, it was not a simple hug and kiss but tribal makeup all over her and soothing incense. It was some old ritual that warded off evil spirits, promoted good health, and of course wished for a safe childbirth.

At first Feather just thought it was all an old tradition, but as the day went on, she could feel the magic in the air become more... magical. Even the blessing she got had some magic behind it. She meditated on it. The more she did, the more it felt like she was receiving a loving embrace from it.

Unfortunately this embrace of magic was a bit too loving. Feather had become uncomfortably hot and bothered by it.

Looking to Treron for an explanation, she saw that her friend's face was flushed and she was breathing heavily too. "Is this normal?" Feather asked.

The Columbi gave Feather a smile before saying. "Oh yes. The goddess shares her power with us, and with it, her desires. Now we must pass on this blessing to our chosen partner to complete the festival."

Feather cocked an eyebrow, trying to ignore her own warm and wet pussy. "Meaning we fuck the father of our child?"

Treron's face had twisted into a lust filled grin. It was all Feather needed to know before signing in resignation. At least she had the right outfit on for this, though she had not expected a trible origy.

Stern trotted out. He had gone through his own ritual. He looked and felt intoxicated. His member was fully erect and throbbing as he trotted up to Feather. She spent little time tending to him. Her tongue like an expert as it hit the right spots.

Around them, the locals had already gotten busy. They let out soft happy moans of pleasure as flesh slapped. Some had gathered into groups and others had found their own private corner as they embraced their lover.

Treron herself had formed her own small group. She looked at Feather with inviting eyes as well. She couldn't deny it. The love that filled her to the brim, along with it's magic, she felt like she had to share it. So, she gave Stern's cock a vigorous stroking, she caused it to throb and let out its prize of cum of which Feather made sure to take in her mouth and swallow.

Leading Stern over to Treron’s group, they were embraced by loving arms and overwhelmed by its magic.

The mares were taking turns as the stallions filled them with their love. Feather watched as one Columbi was filled by Stern. His cock made an imprint on her belly as she serviced three other males.

All of this was hypnotic to Feather. She was unable to take her eyes off the mare. she felt no jealousy or shame by this. Only bliss. She, herself, was receiving love from Treron and another mare. Their soft talons stroked her all over. Their lips suckled on her tits.

When it was Feather’s turn, the males were gentle and skilled. They only let Stern inside her pussy as they went for her other holes. Each gentle trust from Stern sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine. Hot fluids that filled her were soothing. All the while her breasts leaked its milk, wanting to share the love that made it.

By the time it was over, the sun had set. Feather was asleep in Stern's embrace. Both were part of a large pile of happy couples. All of them didn't move when a light rain fell over them. Slowly and gently the rain washed over them and thus purified the ground around them as well.

As Feather slept, she had a vague dream where she was visited by a motherly-like figure. It felt very much like Celestia, but nothing at all like her as well. This goddess said two words, "Thank You" and, with it, every worry and doubt she had from the time she arrived on this planet all had faded to nothing. What was left was a feeling of satisfaction and wholeness.

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Journal Log 53

The time had finally come, and thank Celestia that Horizons has some of the best medical technology in the galaxy. The Doctor said there is better out there, but Horizons has the best bedside manor. And so she was born without any problems other than my small size.

Holding my daughter in my hooves, I couldn't be any happier than at that moment. Her little face, tail, and wings were the most adorable. If she was anything like her father, I doubt I would be able to hold her like this for long as she grows into a large mare.

Despite how Horizons made things easier on me, I’m still drained. They say I’ll be like this for a week at least. Not that I mind. I have a baby to look after so I don’t plan on going anywhere soon. Stern, too, already has the house set up to make things easier on all three of us.

It was also good to see everyone. They were excited to see the baby. And, of course, they also wanted to know her name. Star Breeze is what Stern and I named her. It was going to be Swift Gust, but with how she looked like a starry night, it just felt right.

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Journal Log 54

The time had come. My body had recovered and now we needed to think of the future, and I didn’t like it. Both Stern and I were not ready for a child and we had no way to take her with us back home. We could stay here, but then we’d be living off Horizons goodwill and eventually we’re going to have to explain to Star Breeze the truth. I also want my father to see his granddaughter, of which I have no way to explain to him how this came to be.

So we talked with the only pony we know who could help us, the Doctor. He told us of several solutions to our predicament, each one more fantiful than the next. When we asked him if any of that was possible, he pointed to the Tardis. Stern and I face hoofed at that, only now remembering it can move through time and space.

Wanting to keep the family stable, and with no questions to who Star’s parents were, we settled on a bit of trickery. Though it pained me, it would also involve leaving my baby for some time, though fortunately it will be no time for her.

Leaving in the Tardis, we will resume our adventures with the Doctor, all the while returning home from time to time to build a life there. Once everything is ready, Stern will go through a false pregnancy, and once it’s over, we will pick up Star Breeze, who we are told will not be affected by the gender shift due to being so young.

It sounded crazy, but we have the Tardis, so not that crazy. The only thing I regret is not being able to raise Star as her mother, but damn will I make sure I’m the best father I can be. I’ll take her to all the dress shops, have hooficures, and try on all the best shoes...

By Celestia, I really do need time to reset my brain. Still, it has been fun, and I look forward to seeing my sweet girl again when I can properly care for her.

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Star Breeze places the book down, having found it in some long forgotten hidden crevice which were locked away by several layers of magic. Every inch of her body squirmed and itched. She could feel her lunch trying to free itself from her stomach.

What followed was the loudest and most guttural scream she had ever made followed by days of dry heaving whenever she saw her parents. The book itself was returned to its dark hiding place. Even more magical locks were added to it. It was a cursed thing, best left forgotten.

It would take some time, but Star Breeze would eventually force herself to forget everything she read in that book, never once investigating if it was real or not. But the book itself would hunt her nightmares, filled with a secret she never wanted to know that could exist.