Have you ever had everything you could ever ask for, only for it to be taken away as soon as you started to enjoy yourself? Well, I have, and let me tell you one thing: it sucks.

It sucks balls.

I’m not saying that my trip to Equestria was bad or anything; I’m just saying that it really blows that I could only spend three measly days before I was dropped back onto the plain, dumb, stupid Earth. I mean, do you have any idea how frustrating that is? To have everything you could ever want, all in your hooves, and then have it stolen by some weird mare with a power fetish?

Well, I do. And once again, it blows.

The only consolation I ever received from the whole endeavor were the memories. Just some stupid, tired-out, old memories that seem to fade away faster as my life goes on. Eventually, I know that I’ll forget I was ever even there and write off the broken strands of memories as my imagination playing tricks on me.

But that’s just it. Those three days were, without a doubt, the real deal. How could I forget the best time in my life?

Simple answer: I couldn’t.

My eyes refused to open in the pitch black darkness that encompassed my room. It may seem silly, but every time I woke up, a part of me wished more than anything that I could feel the familiar tingle of a magic spell around my body, and the light blue aura that came with it. After too many times of opening up my eyes, only to be disappointed with seeing absolutely nothing in the darkness, I just stopped waking up all together.

In my head, I thought that maybe if I was quiet enough, the same timid magic would slowly creep into my room and grab me up like before, whisking me away to the faraway land of ponies who want nothing more than to spend a few hours with me and mini-me.

Even as I laid in bed, staring into the darkness of my eyelids, I tried to grasp onto the remaining shreds of my adventure in Equestria. Applejack, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy... and even Pinkie Pie. Oh, how I wished I could be back in Equestria, cuddling with Pinkie after our long night of love. I remember the surprise I felt after being tackled to the ground by a pink blur, only to be face-to-face with the vixen.

I’m not sure what she was saying because all I could do was stare into her beautiful, blue eyes. It’s funny how you never appreciate the beauty of something until it locks eyes with you and gives you a kiss.

And then I looked down. I was inside of her already, my member pulsing against her walls as she rattles off something about the gift I had given her. I mean, it was just a ball, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

Her insides were absolutely amazing. They gave off the warmest, slickest feeling I had ever felt. Schlop, schlop, schlop... She began moving up and down, her folds passing around and over my new medial ring as her fluids slowly oozed down my equine shaft and onto my groin. It was so warm I could hardly think straight.

The inside of her mound seemed to squeeze around me as she pushed herself up and down. I knew it was giving her pleasure because once in awhile, she would cease her chattering to moan loudly into my mouth. Schlopschlopschlop... Her rhythm became faster and her talking became more of a scream as she couldn’t decide whether to voice her opinion or her pleasure.

I could feel myself beginning to reach my peak as well. An intensely pleasurable pressure rocked through my loins as I felt them prepare to do what nature designed them to do. I let out a moan myself, but Pinkie quickly threw her tongue into my mouth to silence the both of us.

I felt her insides clench my member as I hilted inside of her. My tip flared, and thick ropes of my stallion cum flooded into her womb, overflowing a bit and oozing past her folds and in between the two of us.

Pinkie collapsed on top of me, smearing our love juices in between us. Her body grinded against me, my penis still erect and rotating around inside of her to finish off the orgasm she was riding. She seemed really tired because for the first time in probably her whole life, she was speechless. Just a little whimper here, and a few hard breaths there. My stallionhood finally ceased its shots, and I opened my eyes to reveal a pink frizz of hair rubbing against my muzzle.

Her head rested on my chest as it rose from my deep breathing. She moved a bit and looked up, staring at me with those big, beautiful, blue eyes of hers. We were both sweating like... well, animals, but she didn’t care. She only smiled back at me, having had the time of her life.

It was at that moment that I felt something I never had before. Even though she was warming my member with her filly hood, I felt a different warmth altogether. I felt like everything I had ever done until then didn’t matter. It didn’t matter where I was from, it didn’t matter who I was, and it didn’t matter where I was going. It felt like I was happy.

I was in love.

We fell asleep in each other’s grasps, our privates still entwined in a beautiful love hug. Occasionally, I would wake up at the feeling of something stirring, only to realize it was Pinkie gyrating her hips up and down, moaning at the top of her lungs. The process would repeat itself until we both came and fell asleep on the floor.

When we woke up in the morning, there was a gigantic pool of love juices underneath and on top of me, but Pinkie didn’t seem to mind. We cleaned it up and went about our day; she went to her job, and I went to go tell Trixie that I wanted to stay. I had made up my mind the night before, and I was going to stay with Pinkie.

Too bad that’s not what Trixie had in mind. After I told her what I was doing, she just said that my three days were up and sent me home.

And there I stayed, lying down in my bed every night without looking into the beautiful eyes of my marefriend. Oh, how I wished I could just stop by one last time to tell her I loved her, and that I was sorry that I left without saying goodbye.

I hate to think it, but she probably cried for days when I left without saying anything. I know I felt like I wanted to.

Still sleeping in my bed, my eyes refused to open. A single tear ran down my cheek as my face burned with longing. It was a terrible feeling in my gut. Almost like I had been punched and that there was nothing that I could do about it. I felt disgusted with Trixie... and even with myself. I felt... warm.

My eyes opened as my head shot off of my pillow. The room was dark, but a faint purple aura was creeping onto my bed. The smokey substance danced back and forth as it carefully touched my ankles. The hairs on my legs stood at attention, seemingly scared of the strange purple mist surrounding me.

I wasn’t afraid, though. I smiled.

For months I waited, praying that one day I could possibly have the chance to go back to where I belonged. After becoming a pony, I hated being human. Every time I looked into a mirror, I would cringe at the being in front of me. It’s not that I was ugly or anything, it’s just that I knew it wasn’t me. The real me was covered head to toe in red hair, and my mane was a deeper brown than it ever was as a human. Instead of hands, I had hooves. Instead of a flat face, I had a muzzle. And instead of this tiny human... thing, I had a foot long behemoth that slept in a sheath when I wasn’t using it.

Though, it wasn’t very often when I wasn’t using it.

The purple haze was now covering my whole body, licking me with its soft brushes against my warm skin. It twinkled and shimmered as I patiently waited for it to do its job. The whole room became brighter and my body seemed to lose all the feeling it had. The glow above me became too bright for my eyes to handle, so I shut them tight.

It wasn’t long before I felt the magic steal me away. The first time it happened, I nearly had a heart attack from the shock. And a heart attack would have been pretty difficult considering I exercise on a regular basis.

The feeling ceased and my body smashed against a hard surface. My eyes teared up from the pain, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. I was too happy.

“Umm, hello?” a voice called out in the darkness. “Are you okay?” The voice was feminine in nature, but oddly familiar. I’d heard her voice many times before. On television... and in bed.

My eyes shot open to reveal a pair of violet eyes staring into me. They darted back and forth, observing my face, which must have looked awfully strange with the huge grin mounted on my muzzle.

“Hey, Twilight!” I shouted a little bit louder than I should have. She seemed a bit surprised at my sudden outburst.

She shook her head. “Oh no, I think I messed up, Spike. This isn’t him.” She looked to her side to find a young purple dragon resting on a stack of lengthy tomes.

He scoffed. “Well, I could have told you that.” The tiny dragon went back to sleeping as his forked-tongue slipped in and out of his mouth. I wondered why he was still there, considering I had given him a train ticket to get out of town, but at that point I couldn’t care less. I was back home.

I slowly got back to my hooves, which for some reason was a little easier than I remember it being. Maybe I was just used to hooves now, or perhaps I had lost a few pounds and didn’t even know it.

“Thanks, Twilight,” I said while stretching my hooves out a bit. “I really appreciate you bringing me back here. You don’t know how much I missed this place.” I beamed a smile at her, but it was returned with a tilt of the head and a raised eyebrow.

“Have we met before? Who are you?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah, of course. Don’t you remember our little... night we had together?” I gave a suggestive smile and a little wink at her before she blushed profusely.

She responded, but not the way I expected. “That’s a lie! I’d never sleep with another mare! Not now, not ever.” Her anger puzzled me, but her statement puzzled me even more.

“Mare? What are you talking about?” I looked down at my red fur and hooves. “I’m a stallion. How else would I have been able to stick my thingy in your mare bits?” I answered with a chuckle, but Twilight’s expression froze up.

“You-you’re the one Trixie brought here a few months back?” Her eyes widened when I gave a happy nod. “Oh dear...”

Before she even said the words I knew something was wrong. As a stallion, I was pretty big, and nopony had ever confused my gender. From the moment I woke up, I realized something was wrong. Maybe it was just the adrenaline that was hiding it, but something was definitely up. I felt lighter, my voice was higher (which I just chalked up to being excited), and I felt chills when a pleasant breeze would roll across my tail.

My head titled back, surveying my undercarriage with my long equine neck. I almost had another heart attack.

My sheath, which contained my most valuable possession, was gone. Completely erased from my underside, as if it had never existed. All that remained were two teats and some flat fur.

“Ohmygod! Whatthehellhappenedtomydick?!?!” I danced around in a circle, chasing after my tail in a movement that probably resembled a hyperactive dog. I couldn’t get a good look at it, but every time my tail brushed against it, I felt what I knew was a brand new slit with matching clitoris.

I stopped dead in my tracks. “You!” I pointed at Twilight with a hoof. “You did this to me! Why!? Why?! For the love of God, why!?” I took a step closer to the mare who was now sitting on her haunches, staring up at me with puppy dog eyes.

It was then that I finally noticed something different about Twilight. Her hair was the same. Her eyes were the same. But her stomach? Bigger than I remembered.

Oh... my... god... My eyes blinked in rapid succession. It was insane. It was crazy. It was... undeniable. That bulge in her tummy was the response to some very deep loving. Of which, I was pretty sure I was the only donor. It’s not like Twilight isn’t pretty, but the fact that I’ve only ever seen her with my own eyes while she was sitting in a library, leads me to believe that she didn’t have the most social life when it came to stallions.

My breathing became erratic and my legs shook a little. Before I knew it, I was hyperventilating at the thought of having to raise a foal. I didn’t know anything about being a father! And not only that, because thanks to the new set of equipment resting under my tail, I’m pretty sure the kid wouldn’t call me 'Dada'.

I wasn’t angry, but I wasn’t happy either. In retrospect, having unprotected sex with as many mares as I could may have not been the best idea. Also, cumming inside all of them probably wasn’t the brightest move either.

“I-I, um... I missed you...” She sunk her head in defeat, staring at her stomach. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do this to you.”

My emotions mollified, and I sunk down on my own haunches. At first it felt weird because that familiar pleasure ascended up my spine as my rear hit the wooden floor. Vaginas must be really sensitive because I barely touched mine and it involuntarily winked. God, it felt weird.

“Twi’, I’m sorry I snapped at you... It’s just that I was surprised is all. I didn’t expect to wake up without my ding-a-ling, ya know?” And the fact that you’re preggers with my child... She and I both giggled for a moment, and she raised her head back up to me. “And if it makes you feel better, I missed you too.” I gave her a soft peck on the muzzle and instantly, her face lit up bright red.

“Oh yeah, sorry. Forgot I was a mare...” I chuckled again in my higher pitched, female voice. We both looked at each other for a moment. I’m not really sure she knew what to say, and I didn’t either. We just kind of dumbly gazed into each other’s eyes.

I decided to break the silence. “So, um... do you mind changing me back into a stallion? I- I kinda want to be a male again, if you don’t mind.”

She looked away. “Ummm.”

“Um? What does ‘umm’ mean? I hope it doesn’t mean what I think it does.” She didn’t look at me. I scooted closer, rubbing my folds against the floor, which elicited a tiny whimper from my mouth. I’ve got to be a little more careful with this thing from now on.

Suddenly, Twilight snapped her head back to me. “No! No, it’s not permanent!” I breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s just that I don’t know how to fix it right now...”

My heart sank. Thanks for the good news, Twi’! Today’s just going exactly the way I thought it would. I took in a deep breath. “But you can fix it? Eventually?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, probably in a few days. It just takes some time to go through the books and everything. Nothing is really un-fixable in Equestria, as long as there’s a unicorn around.” I beamed back at her.

“That’s, uhh, great.” I nodded. “Yeah, I can dig it. A few days as a mare is no problem. Maybe that’ll give me some time to get settled in before I get a little... off task.” I blushed a bit at my crude statement, but Twilight didn’t so much as bat an eyelash. She got up from her seated position and trotted over to the bookshelves. She was a bit slower than I remember, but I’m pretty sure that it was from my foal growing inside of her. Oh yeah.

“Hey, Twilight. Um, there’s something I think I should ask, just in case... Um...”

Without even glancing back, she answered. “Yes.”

I blinked. “Yes? You mean that it’s-”

“Mmhmm.” She smiled at me.

I fell onto my back, stars twirling around my eyes. “Oh my god... I-I don’t know what to say. I’m-I’m...” I looked back up. “I’m gonna be a dad!” The happiness in my voice was met with a chuckle from the purple mare sorting through books.

“Well, I think mommy is more appropriate for the time being.” She let out a bigger laugh and looked at me.

My expression deadpanned. “Oh, hardy-har-har, very funny. Yeah, it’s hilarious that I’m a mare now,” I said sarcastically.

A wicked smile graced my muzzle as I thought of a retort. “But you know, this technically means that you’ve slept with a mare before.” Her face paled. “Just sayin’, hehe.”

Her face went red, and she quickly turned around to her sorting of the books. Eventually, she started levitating the books from under Spike and he fell off, rolling across the ground until he stopped in front of me. It seemed to wake him up from his stupor.

His eyes opened up, seeing my smiling face at first glance. “Woah,” he said. “You’ve got really pretty eyes...”

My mouth swung open and my cheeks turned a brighter red than they were before. “Umm.”

All of the sudden, Spike’s eyebrow raised up as his head went up to me. He gave a gentle sniff in the air before an evil smile creased his scaly lips. “So, miss, I don’t believe we’ve ever met before. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Spike, only dragon of Ponyville, and gentlecolt extraordinaire." He attempted to get up and give a bow, but half-way down, his feet slipped and he landed face down on the floor.

I put a hoof up to my mouth to silence my giggles, but I stopped once I saw what he was doing. He was taking in some pretty hefty wafts of some sort of smell he was getting from the floor, which all of the sudden, seemed very wet to me...

My eyes widened in horror. It became clear that the puddle I found myself sitting in wasn’t the result of a dropped glass of water. It was my own mare juices, literally gushing out of my pussy. And this little dragon was just absolutely smothering himself in the intoxicating scent.

Spike raised his head, eyes half closed, and nose dripping with my juices. I shivered at just how creepy this all was.

“Miss, I’d like to take you to dinner. Just the two of us, out in an open field with a picnic basket. We can watch the stars twinkle above us, and if you’d like to... we could see how far that takes us...” He brushed up against me, and I felt something that in no way, shape, or form a man should ever feel. He pricked me in the thigh, which was waaay too close for comfort.

I froze up. Oh my god, a baby dragon is trying to screw me. I quickly hopped up to my hooves and galloped to the door. Twilight didn’t say anything, but that was because she was too busy laughing her flank off near the bookshelves. Spike stood there, still gazing at me... well, not at me, but at a certain body part which I quickly covered up.

“I- I, uh... I gotta go.” I opened the door and galloped through, leaving behind an awestruck dragon and a cackling mare. I was about fifty yards out when I heard the sound of the library door opening.

“Mark my words, Miss. I’ll take you out one of these days!”

I blushed profusely as I galloped away, running through the familiar town I had come to love so many months ago. I slowed down as I passed through, coming to a trot as I gained some distance between me and the Ponyville library. I let out a relieved breath and looked around my surroundings. Everything seemed to be exactly where I left it. Happy ponies in the street, chatting, buying, and selling. The homes looked relatively simple, but cozy. And Sugarcube Corner looked...

I stood frozen, staring at Sugarcube Corner. A mixture of feelings attacked me from everywhere. I felt frightened and happy, and even a little sad just by looking at the frosting covered shutters. How would Pinkie react to seeing me? How would I explain Twilight’s pregnancy? How... how do I say I’m sorry?

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