Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

“My name is Angstrom, and I’m here from the Anomaly Agency to determine whether your claim of anomalous experiences are valid and make a judgment whether you are a threat to the state.”

The anomaly hearing took place at my doctor’s office. Dr. Johnson had my pre-change DNA on up on a screen beside my new, female, DNA; the examining agent studied the differences, took the doctor’s statement that he recognized me as the same individual who had been his male patient for almost a decade. We left out the bit about me vanishing without a trace for two years.

Then came the humiliating step of proving that I really was female now.

An oath to that effect was not sufficient; nor was the doctor’s statement. I studied the ceiling as two men peered at part of my body that I preferred belong to Twilight alone.

“Could that be a surgical reconstruction scar?” the agent asked. He seemed to need a lot more convincing than my doctor had.

“Where?”

A finger jabbed me painfully.

“Hey!”

“That’s her urethral meatus, one hundred percent natural. There is no sign of surgical modification anywhere.”

“Did you check her prostate?”

“Women don’t have those.”

“Exactly. Did you check to make sure?

“There’s no need, she has no Y-chromosome any more, she—”

“It’s a yes or no question, doc. Did you check to see if she has a prostate?”

“No, I did not.”

“Well then, go ahead.”

“Are you serious?”

I would have asked the same question if Johnson hadn’t beaten me to it.

“Yes. If I am going to record that a subject of the state has had an impossible experience, I need to be fully convinced that it really happened. If she says that she’s a girl now and that she used to be a boy, we need to be sure that she doesn’t still have boy anatomy. So get digging!”

“Tanna, I’m sorry,” Johnson said, “we don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, you do.” Angstrom spoke with a voice of control. “No backing out now, if you don’t address my concerns, I can only assume that you’re lying and I’m required to perform termination on the spot. And you’re starting to sound like a co-conspirator, doc.”

“But—” Johnson started to object until I cut him off.

“Can I at least get a little privacy?” I asked.

“No. If the doctor couldn't be troubled to do a thorough examination on his own initiative, I clearly need to witness that he does so now.”

“Ugh.”

I rolled over, knees and elbows on the exam table, bum up on display.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

“Sorry,” Jonson repeated, “try to relax while I—”

There a squelch from a pump bottle and the clinical scent of a purely utilitarian lubricant made itself known.

“—okay, here I come.”

My efforts to relax my sphincter came to naught when the cold lube touched me.

“Sorry,” he said again as I contracted. “This will only take a sec.”

In spite of my reaction to the unexpected cold, a gloved finger was able to slip inside me. Another push and two fingers were probing the walls of my rectum. Angstrom had positioned himself to give himself a good view of the show.

“There is definitely no prostate in here, are you satisfied?”

“Thanks for checking, doc. Just gotta be sure.” Now the agent played the dutiful bureaucrat, despite the bullying tone he had taken only a moment ago. “Now I have a few questions about her allegiance to the state.”

With the humiliating physical inspection, and guided tour of my pelvis complete, I was permitted to don a backless medical gown; little better than sitting naked as a plucked chicken while the butcher haggles for a few dirty coins. There was still a residue of the exam lube in my ass crack and the slippery gel left me feeling distinctly in need of a better wipe.

I sat uncomfortably on the exam table as Angstrom grilled me. The battery of loyalty questions didn’t phase me for a moment. My highly simplified version of the events that had happened to me rolled off my tongue without a hiccup. How much does my dedication to truth even matter, I wondered, if I lie so facilely to protect something so small as my life? Of course it was not only my life which hung in the balance if I failed to convince my examiner that I was no threat to the state. Sophistry to my rescue, it was true enough that I only planned to abandon, not depose, the rule of oligarchs. They would doubtless rule for centuries, even without my lifetime subservience. My unnoticed return to Equestria, certainly any day now, would affect them not one jot.

“…I so affirm,” I concluded on autopilot, trying not to focus on how the unpleasant sensation between my butt cheeks felt like the aftermath of a unsanitary accident.

Surely by now all the questions should be done.

“Okay, there’s one more part you need to get right to avoid termination as a threat to the state.” I honestly thought that question was entirely settled by now. “Let me remind you that letting you live is actually more paperwork than doing a termination.”

Huh, what now?

His cold, bland, detachment never faltered. In a fluid motion he drew his sidearm and pressed it against my belly.

“Lie back on the table. This is the part where I rape you.” He spoke like it was a comment on the colour of the wall. “You will come for me or you both die.” The gun jabbed me lest I doubt that the threat included my daughter.

“Hey! You can’t—”

“Shut it, doc.” Angstrom knocked Dr. Johnson across the room with an idle swipe of his arm. Without pausing he touched the release on his belt. “Don’t move doc or I shoot her and then you.”

I fell back onto the exam table, lay there shaking with fear. The gun never left my side, pressed tight against me. The observing part of my mind noted how he relished my terror, how he devoured it. How could such a twisted creature exist?

“All you need to do is lay back, have one nice little orgasm, and you can go back to believing in your super special magic hubby.” Roughly he spread me, pulling my labia apart with his free hand, forcing his penis roughly into me. I gasped at the unlubricated intrusion, pain secondary to the horror of violation.

“That’s a nice hole, hole. Definitely feels like real cunt. Before you think about reporting this as a crime, you need to understand that I’m one of the Guardians of Freedom. If you call the Enforcers, the Enforcers are gonna call me.” He held up his left hand, showing the white tattoo on his palm. I’d never seen the Seal up close, and this was no time to examine it. “Consider yourself lucky to be getting the Oligarch treatment.”

I gritted my teeth and turned my head towards the wall—

“Don’t look away, don’t close your eyes. Look at me if you want to live.”

His eyes were a predator’s and I was nothing but meat in his gaze as he fucked me. His hips bucked like a relentless machine fueled by my humiliation. To my visceral revulsion, pleasure was growing in my body; I wanted to vomit at this reaction.

The gun never left my side as his other hand roved down my body until his palm rested on my pubic mound. His thumb on my clitoris found just the right rhythm and I gasped in spite of myself.

“You know you brought this on yourself,” he said.

I guess it was true enough, but didn’t make things any better.

“I don’t care where you came from, but lying about a magical sex change is the stupidest way of getting a fake identity I’ve ever heard.”

Neither cock, nor thumb, slowed as he spoke.

Why was my body responding to this? I pleaded with myself.

“Please, no, don’t make me come!” I wailed.

“Come for me or I’ll put a twenty millimeter shard round right through your belly.”

“No, no, no, no, no, noooooooo!” I wept, and my body shook with precursor spasms.

A glow of demonic ecstasy filled his face as I involuntarily tightened around him; his hunger bored into eyes that I was too terrified to close.

“Magic isn’t real, stupid hole. This—” a particularly savage thrust speared me, stretching me wider “—is your reality.”

I climaxed then.

My body was beyond control, I was utterly helpless beneath his merciless onslaught. I might have cried out again as my vagina throbbed, pelvic muscles contracting around the invader. His body answered my traitorous flesh and for a hideous instant we were united, aggressor and prey, made one in an act of deliberately transcendent abuse.

His cock was throbbing, pumping, but the flood of semen now filling me couldn't defile me any more than my own body’s betrayal had done. The wave of unwelcome pleasure had collapsed instantly, reborn as a cataclysm of guilt and shame and self-disgust.

I would have begged him to shoot me if mine had been the only life in the balance.

For another minute he continued to grind and thrust inside me, making sure his filthy seed penetrated every crevice of my inmost being. He was still rock hard when he unsheathed his cruelty from my disgrace.

“Your turn, doc. Have some sloppy seconds.”

“I can’t do that to my patient!”

“You will do it. Or all three of you. Boom.”

“That’s not what you said!” I insisted.

“Shut it, hole.” He jabbed me again with the gun.

I moaned with fear for my daughter. For an instant I could see her in my mind’s eye, a young filly, galloping joyfully in the dawn light of a distant world. I couldn’t let that future be stolen from her, no matter what I must endure for her sake.

“Go on,” said the agent, “fuck her before I decide to kill you and the baby and the hole with one shot.”

Johnson dropped his pants and leaned awkwardly across me, one hand fumbling his entirely flaccid penis at my groin.

“Damn you, you idiot, fucking rape me before that fucker kills my baby!”

Our tormentor laughed as Johnson tried to coax an erection from a cock shriveled with fear, but quickly grew impatient. In a surge of rage he was behind Dr. Johnson; when Johnson cried out in pain I realized that he was getting raped too.

In spite of the evident pain he was experiencing, the doctor’s penis was reacting to the rough prostate stimulation as the agent sodomized him. Soon he was fully erect.

“Fuck her!” the agent ordered again. With a shove from our abuser’s hips, Johnson’s cock was buried in me.

I turned my head away, trying not to think of what was happening again.

“Look at him, hole.”

Conscious of the penalty of disobedience I complied; Johnson’s expression was full of terror as we locked eyes. His cock was reciprocating inside me but the source of that motion was the brutal fucking that he received from the anomaly agent.

“I’m sorry,” Johnson gasped moments later as he ejaculated. He couldn’t have put more than a single spurt of semen in me; there was no sign of pleasure on his face.

Hearing the doctor’s words, Angstrom gave another unholy groan of release as he came in Dr. Johnson’s rectum.

When Angstrom stood and released him, Johnson rolled off me and stumbled to wall where he collapsed panting, half sobbing, on the floor. His cock was already dead limp, shrunk like a boy who’s been swimming in cold water.

I lay numbly on the exam table, hoping the nightmare was over.

“Congratulations, Miss Akos—” Angstrom was hitching his pants back back up “—after careful consideration of a multitude of relevant factors I have reached the determination that your case represents no anomaly, simply delusion. You present no threat to the state and will be permitted to live. And if I ever find the boy whose identity you stole, I’ll fuck him too.”

“It’s Mrs. Sparkle.” I was dead inside, but I couldn't ignore what he called me. “My name is Mrs. Sparkle.”

He paused at the door to the exam room.

“What’s that, hole?” he sneered, confident in his untouchability, “you want another?”

Silence.

“I didn’t think so.”