Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

“Again? You’ve dealt with the agency before? What for?”

“I had a run in with a rogue agent when I was pregnant with Gloam. In the end I killed him and summoned Hel to claim him.”

“Not the Lady Hel! No matter what he did, that one is not to be trifled with…”

“What he did was rape me and hold his gun to my pregnant belly until I consented to allow myself to orgasm for him. If not for my sake, then for future victims he had to die.”

“Allmother Frig! I didn’t know…”

“Of course not,” I grimaced. “How would you? Not exactly coffee table conversation. But in the end I denied Hel her prey.”

“You what? And you’re here to talk about it?”

“Hey, lets save the grim old past for our grim old city. Look around you!”

Hoof had risen clear of the horizon and the long light brought out the abundant beauty of the world around us.

Our three wagons stood in a group near the centre of a circle some fifty metres across. The edge was sparsely delineated with fruit trees brought from Terra, planted on an earlier visit. It would be some years before they produced; they were still small enough that they did not obscure the view of the plain. In the very center was a round open shelter over the fire pit. A ring of security nodes stood to protect us from native wildlife, but as far a we had seen yet there was none big enough to warrant protection. A small shack zip tied together from prefab panels kept our gear safe and held cots in case of bad weather. Most nights Gloam and I slept rough, our sleeping bags on the ground near the fire instead of the cramped shack. A circular berm of soil -already the moss-like native ground-cover had grown back- kept the nightly ground mist away from the fire. Our first night’s sleep had ended damply when the mist drifting across the plain soaked us to our skin.

The plains to the north extended at least tens of kilometers and during one golden sunset I thought I had seen the sheen of an ocean far to the west. Beyond our bridgehead the land sloped a couple hundred metres east to a broad clear crick.

As Isha looked around at the wonders of a new world, Gloam completed her patrol of the ring of fruit trees and returned to the centre.

“We’ll race you to the crick,” I challenged Isha, ”you can have a head start!”

“Me a head start? You and what jetpack? I’ll smoke you both.”

Isha bent to stretch, placing both palms flat on the ground. Her long, naked, legs were like dark pillars of strength in Hoof’s morning light. At the apex between them—

I looked away, shamed by my roving gaze.

Now hopping lightly from foot she asked “Are you serious? You think you have a chance?”

I carefully avoided staring as she limbered up; instead I smiled and worked one of the few spells that I had learned from Nautious. A golden band of light passed over me and Gloam.

When the spell faded my daughter and I stood on four legs in our pony forms. Even as a pony, I was still female from Twilight’s spell. I didn’t know enough to reverse the gender change safely after only seeing the spell one time. I could probably repeat it, but undoing this change, one that I was happy enough to keep, would take more knowledge than I had yet. I managed to keep my disguise spell going as I changed, so there would be no questions about my wings and horn. Gloam, as I had discovered to my excitement the first time I changed her, was a unicorn and her horn gleamed in the sunlight. If only she could learn magic from her father.

Isha was dumbstruck with awe.

“Ok, that’s another spell I can handle. Well, babe,” I grinned, “let’s see you smoke us. I’ll still give you that thirty seconds lead.”

For another five seconds she stared as I counted. And then she ran.

—

“Thirty!” I yelled after suitable delay.

Isha was a good eighty metres from us – not bad at all for a non-athlete. She didn’t have a chance.

I started at a canter, and sped to a full gallop, expecting to pass Isha before she could get to the halfway mark. With a burst of speed I dashed alongside her, to pass her dramatically. Just as I nosed ahead of her, she sprang onto my back. She rode low, with her arms reaching forward around my neck, her head beside mine and her legs around me. She moved with me holding her body tight against my back with every step I took.

My pace slowed with the additional weight.

“What the fuck, Isha?” I shouted.

“I’m going to beat you this time, mom!” Gloam called from behind, as she devoured my lead.

“I’m a pony for cunts’ sake, not a fucking race horse! Get off!”

“Win this race for me!”

“Grrrrrr!” I flicked my tail, swatting Isha’s backside with it, causing her to squawk.

“Gee!” she shouted when she recovered from the surprise. Before I could whip my tail again, she reached back and smacked me on the flank. “Gee up!”

I’d show her ‘gee up’ – I whipped my tail harder than before as I sped up, surpassing my previous pace. Isha cried out again as my tail lashed across her bare ass. She clung tighter against my neck but at this speed she failed to keep her legs wrapped around me. With every stride her hips floated away from my back as my rear hooves reached for the ground; when I pushed off again her body smacked against my back in time with the stinging lashes of my tail.

Now I was pulling further ahead of Gloam, leaving her in the dust as a galloped faster than I ever had before. Instead of veering to the sandy beach where we usually swam I ran straight towards the bank overlooking a deep spot. The current had cut the channel a good five meters deep; safe enough for jumping in or—

I planted all four hooves and sent Isha rocketing over my head.

“...can’t swim!” I heard her cry as she arced towards the water.

With a sigh I jumped in after her.

The crick was cold, refreshing and clear. But before I could enjoy it I swam to where Isha floundered. She threw an arm over my back and clung to me, gasping, as I towed her to shore.

“Thanks, Tanna,” she said when she found she could touch the rounded stones of the crick bed. “Did we win the race?”

Before I could answer the thunder of small hooves sounded on the bank above.

“Antimatter cannonball!” Gloam shouted as she lept.

A shadow flickered across the Hoof’s brightness and then an immense splash sprayed Isha and me.

“Mom! It’s cold!” she shouted as she bobbed to the surface, water running from her close cropped mane.

“I know, honey, that’s why we usually swim in the afternoon. You can splash around for a while and then we’ll head back to camp.”

—

“That’s another reason for the au natural dress code” I said. Isha and I lay basking in morning sunshine after bathing. Gloam continued to prance in the shallow water. I had reverted to human form while my daughter enjoyed staying pony. “It’s more convenient for shape shifting. I don’t know what happens if we pony up while wearing human shaped clothes.”

“That doesn’t sound comfortable. Here, let me work on your hair before it dries like that.”

I sat up on the resilient green ground cover and she scootched up behind me to begin running her fingers through my hair. Before long my purple frizz had regained its traditional loft.

“Ah, thanks, I left my hairpick at camp. I should just cut it all off like Gloam’s.”

“I like it like this,” Isha said, still working my hair. Perhaps the close cropping I had wanted held less appeal than I thought. Without thinking, I eased luxuriously back; a shiver passed through my body as I made contact.

“Are you cold?”

Isha put her arms around me, pulled me tighter against her warmth.

“N-no, I’m fine,” but my heart pounded in her embrace.

Instinctively I had placed my hands on her forearms – she couldn't release me without pulling free. For a wordless moment we didn’t move.

Breaking the tension, I released my grip on Isha’s arms and rolled over to escape the unexpected closeness. Simultaneously, she had lain back onto the ground. Instead obtaining a safety gap, I found myself sprawled across her leg, my face no more than a dozen centimeters from even more profound intimacy. Acutely aware of the physical effect this nearness was having on my heart rate, I pretended interest in her surgical scar.

“Does it hurt any more?”

“It’s been ages, I’m fine. I’m glad you found me.”

“I thought you were dead.”

Finding her face down and motionless, my conclusion had not been unreasonable. But now, Isha was so alive, and I could feel the heat of her body beneath me. It wasn’t only the memory of her unconscious form that made my voice shake.

“I- I thought they got you.”

“It’s ok,” she said, one hand brushing against me. Her smile was deep, complex. “I’m alive. Thanks to you.”

It would only take the lightest of pressure of her hand on my shoulder to pull me down to her—

In perfect unity of thought we realized that Gloam, playing in the crick, wasn’t making a sound. We could feel her eyes upon us.

“I guess we should—”

“Yeah,” I said, wobbling to my feet. “Gloam, let’s go eat.”

I turned my daughter human again as she bounded out of the water. Taking her hand, I turned towards camp and held out my other hand to Isha. She took it and the three of us walked together in the pure sunlight.