The door to the office opened slowly, and the doctor reappeared with a clipboard he pored over. For a moment, it seemed like he had completely forgotten me as his eyes wandered over line after line. Only as the door was closed again and he placed the board on a small trolley that stood next to the bed I was sitting on did he seem to acknowledge my presence.

“Well, Miss Melody, you are pregnant.” I blinked. “Congratulations.” I blinked again and looked down at my body as I slowly rested a hand on the lower part of my belly.

Then I looked back up at the doctor. “This can’t be.”

The clipboard rose into the air again and flew over to me. “Your results are very clear.” Next to a little text with some blood values was an ultrasound. The picture showed my uterus, the same one the doctor had just examined half an hour ago due to my complaints, namely the lack of my period. Something was highlighted with a marker on the picture. It seemed to look like a small bulge at the side of my uterus, but I couldn’t tell for sure. I wasn’t the expert here.

“And I’ll tell you again! That can’t be! I can’t be pregnant. I shouldn’t even be able to get pregnant.” I was almost begging as I was spread out both of my arms. “I’m the only human on all of Equis!” The dark brown unicorn in front of me stroked his chin and looked again at the clipboard that was still levitating in his aura.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to explain to me why not.”

Quickly, I tried to recall everything I still knew from the biology classes from school. “Humans are not compatible with other species. We have twenty-three chromosome pairs and a special composition of enzymes that doesn’t allow something like this to happen.”

The doctor blinked, confused. “Chromo-what?” I felt my left eye twitching. “That doesn’t change anything at your condition, Miss Melody. Again, my congratulations. Surely you want to inform the father-to-be.” I laughed dryly.

“Good luck with that,” I wished myself. I had spent the last six years on this planet. I had been eighteen years old when something brought me here, so I had spent most of my adult life here. After living for a year with a pony who had offered to help me, a mare by the name Berry Punch, I had moved out. The therapy I had needed to handle all this was over by then as well. And there I was, alone amongst ponies, no job, and barely a roof over my head that was given to me by the princess due to my special condition. But that was it. After all, the welfare wasn’t there so I could live an extravagant lifestyle.

I had decided to blow the little money I had in the local bar which was owned by Berry. I couldn’t remember if it had been the first or second night after I moved out, but I had thought it would be a good idea to invite a stallion to my place. But I had needed it. And it was good; I remembered that much.

I basically hadn’t had sex in years due to stress of my situation. And then came a stallion who was looking for something exotic. And what was more exotic than me? A human, unique on the entire planet. He had bought me a few drinks, and we had talked a little and quickly realized that what he was looking for what I needed. It was something you had to tell a pony straight away, I later learned. Ponies were very quick in terms of relationships. They meet one evening, eat something, fuck each other’s’ brains out, and move in together the next day only to get married a few months later.

I had only needed one of that though. I was too drunk then to fear any consequences, like him being way too big or dying due to internal bleeding. I just needed it, so we both went to my place. As I was taking off my clothes, he had decided to take the initiative with surprising enthusiasm. He had licked all over my body and nibbled at my neck like there was no tomorrow. Not that I had needed that back then, but I had welcomed the gesture. As his long, thick penis had begun to emerge out of its sheath, I had grabbed the turgid shaft with both my hands and had basically pulled him towards me to make it clear to him that I was more than wet enough to be humped into nirvana.

Luckily, he had caught the hint. And one thing I have to clarify. Even if ponies are larger than humans, at least where it mattered, we women can press babies out of there as well. We are tougher than men like to think. Yes, it had pained for the first few minutes, but that was due to the fact that I hadn’t done it for so long.

With a strong thrust, he had pushed so deeply into me that he had filled me completely, stretching me in ways I had never been before. I knew that I had shouted his name as the pain had coursed through my body and caused my limbs to stiffen as I clenched around the shaft. However, no matter how hard I tried these days, I could not remember what his name was. All I could recall was that he was a beige earth pony with an orange mane.

As fast as he had slammed into me did he pull out again, only to thrust with full force into me again. The rapid, rough rhythm repeated for the next few minutes. He had towered above me while I clung to his long neck as he proceeded to fuck my brains out. In hindsight, I could almost say that that was all the therapy I had needed. But that would have been a lie. Probably the only reason I hadn’t flipped out the next morning was thanks to that.

We had lain on the living room on my carpet. I had been bereft of clothes, only covered by the stallion who had fallen asleep on me afterwards and used my breasts as pillows. I had felt his sperm still pouring out of me and down my thighs. But as strange as it had felt - I mean, I had basically just been fucked by a horse - I had stayed calm. I had carefully freed myself out of his grip and stood up.

That had turned out to be a mistake, since more cum poured directly out of me and onto the carpet. And all I did was be annoyed about the carpet I had to clean. The curse I had spat out had woken my guest then, who immediately had looked at me with lewd eyes. Apparently, it was a huge turn on for stallions if the mare was overflowing with their semen. He had begun to lick himself clean from his own fluids and then offered to do the same thing for me. Let me tell you, I had never felt anything like that in my life. The tongue of a pony alone was almost as long as a man’s penis, not to mention that it was strong and agile. He had gone at it with enthusiasm for nearly quarter of an hour. In the end, I didn’t know if he had licked me clean or if it had been my own orgasms that washed the rest of the sperm away.

Afterwards, we had a shower, ate some breakfast, and went on our separate ways. He was from somewhere on the borders of Equestria and was only in town to visit some relatives and had to catch a train. By comparison, I had nothing to do except to contemplate what I would do for the rest of my life.

The upshot was that I had actually considered looking for a stallion, and not just for one night. Then a whole new problem came to me. There were so damn few of them, and they knew that. It had been going on for generations already, and only those mares who proved to be more attractive got the stallion. I hadn’t thought about it at first when I saw the mares walking down the streets and wiggling around with their tails raised in public. I mean, if someone wanted to catch a glimpse, all he would have to do was look in their direction. I now knew that they were doing it to signal to the stallions that they were young, willing, and still available. And being naked was no big deal for the ponies since clothes were only worn to larger events.

It was pretty similar for the stallions however. They also often showed what they had, just to show that they could deliver. The whole thing naturally led to mares and stallions both becoming aroused in public, causing them to at least look somewhat ashamed. The mares would wink, meaning they moved their clitoris in a way such that their vagina, which was usually covered by the vulva, could be seen. And just as men would be wont to do from that type of behavior, stallions would be seen popping a boner.

They were a bit embarrassed, but since everypony knew the drill, the other ponies were usually nice enough to ignore the erections of others.

In my second year here, I met another stallion. His name was something with Cinnamon. A unicorn. It wasn’t much different to my first one, Braeburn… huh. That was his name. Anyway, I had met him in Berry’s bar again. We had gone back to his place and sated our lusts. It was him who told me that it was a bit kinky for a mare to lie on her back. Not that he had complained though. But I had realized quickly that I didn’t want more from him than a good time.

Shortly before my twentieth birthday, I had turned to Berry then to ask her for advice. I had known both her husband and her quite well by then, and despite no longer living with them, I had still visited them regularly. They were my only real friends at the time after all. They had told me that my old rags, the few clothes that I had and always wore, made me somehow look like I had something to hide.

With that new information, I had gone back home and sat down on the chair in my living room as I mulled over their words with a cup of tea. Why did humans wear clothes? For protection, of course, but protection from what? Equestria was peaceful, Ponyville was peaceful. Because of the weather. That was still true here, but only in the winter. The seasons would change overnight, which had totally caught me by surprise at first. One day it would be minus five degrees and snowy, the next day it would be twenty degrees with warm sunshine. Rain was also announced. So there was only shame left. Yes, I had gotten over that the moment I laid with a stallion. So came the day, my twentieth birthday, that I stepped out of the door without clothes for the first time in my life.

Of course a lot of eyes had been on me, confusion as to why I had thrown off the rags I had always worn. But none had looked like they would try to mount me right there. No one had tried to risk a glimpse. No mare or stallion had thrown lustful looks at me. Well, almost no one. And to be honest, it had been relieving, like taking a grey veil away that had always been blurring my vision. Restful and relaxing. And then I had realized that it was also a sign of trust and my willingness to join the community.

When I said that almost no one had thrown lustful looks at me, I meant almost. For the first time in my life, mares had stared at me with interest. And one would always stay in my memories simply because she was my best friend today.

For me, my twentieth birthday had been twice as important, but for most parts of the rest of the world, it wasn’t. The business in the village had gone on as usual, and I had to join it soon. My fridge had been empty and if I didn’t want to spend my birthday hungry, I had to go to the market. I had known that as I left the house. I wanted to go through this baptism of fire just for myself. To jump into the cold water, to call it that.

So I had gone to the marketplace, bumping occasionally into some ponies and so on. As I said, I had realized that nopony seemed to bother, strangely. With my little bag full of gold coins, I had tried to buy myself some breakfast. The only problem was that since I had decided to go naked, I had forgotten my bag. You just can’t remember everything.

In a surprisingly happy mood, I had reached the local apple stall where the same orange mare as always had offered her goods for sale. I think we had just talked once or twice by then. I just knew that she was also a regular at Berry’s Bar, just like me.

She had greeted me friendlily with her accent and deep voice. Not very deep in that sense, but compared to the other mares in town. Ponies generally had higher voices than humans, almost strident. I vaguely remember a pink pony shouting at me as I confusedly came into the village for the first time and threw me on the ground. I had awoken in Berry’s guest room. Days later, after calming down from the culture shock, I thought I had seen the pink mare again in a party that Berry said she had thrown for me. But she seemed to be sad every time she looked in my direction.

I had returned the friendly greeting and asked what apple she could recommend for an empty stomach and what side effects it might have. She had looked for a larger apple in one of the baskets behind the stall, listed the side effects, like a full stomach and a good feeling, and gave it to me. I, confused about the gift, had asked why she knew that today was my birthday. At that point I had thought I had only told Berry. Applejack - that was her name - had explained to me that she would often give small gifts to new customers. A good old tactic that every street merchant knew. Give them a small sample and it guaranteed that they would want more.

I was so lost in the conversation with the mare that I hadn’t noticed her checking out my body. Eventually, a line had formed behind me, and we finished our talk with her giving me another apple if I accompanied her to lunch. I agreed so quickly that I only realized a minute later that she had tricked me for a date. For a few minutes, I had played with the thought of walking back and telling her that I wasn’t interested in mares, but something had held me back. I think it was a thought like: “Well, if you already sleep with ponies…” Maybe something awoke my more adventurous side.

And what can I say, it had been one of the best dates I ever had. We ate, flirted, and just talked away her lunch break. She had wanted to see me again, and so did I. It had gone on for a couple of times until we ended up in her barn after a picnic and I helped her fold the blankets. When she had leaned down to pick one up that had fallen down, I had caught her. She was winking like crazy. And since I was already there, I had snuck behind her and carefully passed my finger over her swollen lips. The effect, a moan, came immediately, and her legs had begun to shake. For a second, I had thought I would be in charge, but I hadn’t taken Applejack into account. The mare, who just reached up to my belly button, had turned around, thrown me on the ground and pressed her lips against mine.

The problem showed up shortly after. The good old sixty-nine, a position that had never left me hanging in the past, didn’t really work. Either I couldn’t reach her vagina or she couldn’t reach mine. I could use my fingers, but then only she would have fun. Not that I wouldn’t have enjoyed giving her pleasure, but it just hadn’t worked out. With more work than expected, we managed to barely make each other orgasm, she with her tongue and me with my fingers. But we had quickly realized that our relationship couldn’t work this way. Sex wasn’t everything, but a vital part.

We stayed friends, and today, four years later, you could say that we are best friends. She was single and had no foals, unlike Berry, and had much more time to spend with me. From time to time, I would help out at her market stall, while we often spent our evening with a good cider in Berry’s Bar and talked about the day. Lately, her thoughts were on a pegasus mare who had moved into town a few weeks ago. A certain Rainbow Dash, the new weather manager of the town.

For me, the fiasco of finding a stallion had started anew. Many looked past me being another species, and as I became more open, I even talked to some. Applejack even tried to introduce me to her brother and afterwards to her cousin, Caramel. While the big red one hadn’t showed the slightest bit of interest, Caramel had seemed very fond of me.

We had gone out for a few times, did it sometimes, but that was it. We had reached a problem that I couldn’t solve. Caramel, a pony, had wanted to push our relation forward quickly. So at some point came the question of what I thought of foals. I had explained the same thing I told the doctor, so he had ended it all a few days later. He wanted a family which I couldn’t give him.

Which brought me to last year. I was sick of it at the time and had decided to let off some steam. I had gone outside during Bonertime, bent forwards and allowed the first stallion have some fun. I called the few weeks during spring and autumn where the mares have their estrus Bonertime. The town basically smelled like sex, sperm, and sweating ponies. The mares who were married or in a relationship barricaded themselves at home and did it like rabbits for the next few days. Mares and stallions who had no partner either locked themselves away or got out on the street. It was an agreement without words for everyone who was outside during this time, since even the stores were closed. The stallions wanted to relieve their testicles which were overproducing thanks to all the hormones, and the mares wanted a foal. No responsibilities, no bindings. These were the ones who went outside during that time. So I had gone outside with a coin, acted like I had dropped it as soon as the first stallion came into sight, and bent forward. I only had to do it once.

That self-destructive phase was stopped by Applejack on the third day, who had been fighting with her own estrus and had to keep the stallions away with a club. Apparently, Caramel had seen me, and being the good stallion that he was, he had told my best friend what I was doing here.

We spent her estrus together in the barn on Sweet Apple Acres where I could have a cry on her shoulder about how alone I was while she used every edge to satisfy her need. It wasn’t like I could help her. Relief only came from a stallion giving her his seed. Everything that I could do would have only made it worse.

After that I let it be for a whole while. I had stayed away from stallions and cared about my own life which I had more or less been neglecting until then. I had taken two jobs, the morning shift at Applejack’s apple stall on the market place and the midday shift at Berry’s Bar. I even had a one hour break between them so I could eat lunch. Of course I wasn’t that stupid to think that AJ and Berry hadn’t arranged that to help me.

That brought me to this year, which was still relatively new. I was going out on the streets again. But this time, it was simply because I wanted to have some fun. If I imagine humans just doing it out on the streets, without even really knowing each other, I could only laugh. Meanwhile, the foals and older ponies who were unaffected by the estrus would run around and ignore the whole thing since they had grown up with it.

It didn’t know how many stallions I had last month. Two or three a day, maybe? It was just one orgasm after the other, and on the last day, where even those came out of their houses who hadn’t planned to, the whole day was just one orgasm, basically without stop. I think that sperm had even poured out of me up to a week after that even though I cleaned myself carefully.

And now I was here. Sitting in the hospital, Doctor Stable in front of me and telling me that I was carrying a foal - or child - now. The ponies had really rubbed off on me.

“Well, is there anything else I can do for you, Miss? Do you maybe want to talk to a midwife?” I just shook my head absently. The doctor nodded and made his way towards the door.

“Wait!” I shouted after him. “Do you have an expert for…?” I waved around with my hand. “Interspecies conception?” Doctor Stable closed the door again and thought for a moment.

“Well, not here in Ponyville. Maybe in Manehatten, near to the borders to Griffonia. I would have to send a few letters.” He thought a bit more. “Or we could ask Twilight Sparkle.”

“Who?”

The doctor seemed to be confused because I didn’t know the name. “Twilight Sparkle. The mare who lives in the library? Princess Celestia’s student? Element of Magic?”

I shook my head. “I’m not really a bookworm.”

“You have surely heard of Princess Luna’s return two years ago, right?” I nodded. “Well, Twilight Sparkle and her friends were the ones who defeated Nightmare Moon and freed her. Or Discord last year?”

“Last year?”

“In summer, I think July. When the weather was going crazy?”

“I spent most of the summer at the lake.” With success. I had gotten a healthy tan that fitted well with my long brown hair. And Applejack said that it showed off my green eyes. Just because we were friends now didn’t mean that she no longer found me attractive. “I must have missed that.”

The doctor sighed. “Anyways, Miss Sparkle is a virtuoso in almost any subject. If somepony can help you, it’s her.” Since I couldn’t afford a trip to Manehatten or a real specialist, this Miss Sparkle would have to be enough. It also decided what I was going to do when I got out of here.

And thats it, the prologue. Just sums up what has happened to Melody so far.
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