Author's Notes:

Horses doing horse things!

So I’m not... pregnant. And I’m certainly not angry at Nick for... whatever you call it. The rhythm method, I think? I can’t imagine he’s not tempted to cum inside me, because I know I find myself wishing for just a few good squirts before he pulls out. Not that I want to get pregnant for real, just... when he’s mounted on top of me, and I feel so wrapped around his phallus, it’d just be so satisfying to feel it ejaculate in there.

I actually find myself masturbating about that. Just imagining myself standing there firmly while he holds it deep, me tight against him. I’d give a blissful “nnhh!” as I felt the seed just blast against me in there. One, two, three good squirts. Then he’d pull out of me all apologetic, and I’d stand there trying not to smile, feeling like I got away with highway robbery, even though I’m the one getting robbed. Heavy with the thick seed inside me, I’d becoming pregnant with his foal right before his eyes. I’d just be this contented, pregnant mare.

After I’ve calmed down, I’m super glad not to have a foal to worry about, but... the next time Nick’s inside me, I can’t help but wish to feel a few good spurts in there, and I can’t imagine he doesn’t feel the same way.

Well, if he’d stop having too much of a headache to fuck me, that is.

That’s getting to be a real problem actually. I don’t know how things could ever settle down, after Mira, my sister and my... friend decided to light a campfire by spitting on it. Yet settle down, they do. A month after Twilight left us, our little refuge out here is still going. We’re eating grass, fruit, some skinny zucchinis, dark green leafy chard, and... honestly it’s not so bad!

I must’ve needed to adjust or something, because these extra vegetables are really hearty, and I stopped having... bathroom problems somewhere along the line. I’m still pretty hungry, and I guess... skinnier than I’d like to be, but you can’t see my ribs anymore. I wish I could say the same for every pony, but one thing that’s getting more and more worrying is that some of us are getting sick.

Not sick like, sneezing, but sort of listless and dizzy, and... I dunno, shouty. I haven’t gotten Nick to make a joke in like, forever, and it’s understandable if he’s upset at what Twilight did, but this is Nick we’re talking about. He’s supposed to be mister sarcastic! He’s not supposed to blow up at me just because I say it’s nice outside, and complain that the sun’s too bright, and his headache won’t go away.

He’s not the only one either. Most of the unicorns, many of the pegasi and bat ponies, and... not many of the earth ponies. As the only biologist among us, Brian helped so much with the pregnancy advice, but on this matter, she’s left at a loss.

“It’s gotta be something in our diet,” she says, grazing next to me, a tad more listless than usual. She’s one of the unlucky pegasi. “Salt or... some sort of deficiency. We’ve got enough vitamins and minerals though, and the uh... salt lick those ponies flew over is taking care of salt, technically. Some of us just aren’t... metabolizing calories very well. That’s my best... guess.”

She goes for some more grass, and I finish my mouthful, saying, “I can’t imagine what it could be. We all had to change our diet the same, but not everyone’s getting sick. I feel um... f-fine,” I lift a hoof a little guiltily at her sideways glance. “I have to eat a lot, for... those calories and all, but I’m really starting to get used to it.”

Well, she’s finishing her mouthful, and I have no idea what I’m talking about, so I might as well go nibble up some more myself. The shining spring sun overhead warms my back and... butt, as its solar power draws forth these green blades of grass from the soil. Convenient for us, I guess. We’d probably all be starving if Twilight abandoned us during the winter.

“We were fine until Twilight left, and destroyed humanity,” Brian sighs hopelessly, “Then we couldn’t get any more soup or bread or... fruit that isn’t some kind of a weird berry/apple hybrid. Maybe some people are allergic to those... bush fruits. But nobody’s swelling up, just...”

She trails off, sighing again, and going for more grass. I wish I could help her, and I almost wish that I was one of the ponies who wasn’t feeling good. But instead I get to be healthy as a horse, so to speak, while my friends stand there slowly wasting away. Brian’s still doing... okay, but Nick’s getting to be a serious problem for me.

The real problem here isn’t so much that Nick isn’t feeling well, but that I’m dealing with it... poorly. Oh I’m not freaking out or anything, though I worry for him terribly. The problem is he kind of... stopped... fucking me, on a regular basis. Him and John, now Spearmint, are really getting into each other, and Nick’s just not up to it often enough to do both her and me. And I think a... third mare. Also Mira.

You know, maybe this isn’t entirely my fault!

Nevertheless, one day I’m kind of hanging around, standing there feeling all melty and tingly achy and everything. You wouldn’t think girls just got horny for no reason, but here we are. Maybe ponies are different? I’m considering masturbating, but wanting something more than masturbation, when I notice a mare and a stallion going off together nickering at each other. The same sounds that came out of me, when Nick was about to... do me. And I wonder if they’re gonna do it, and if I could at least... you know... see something. So I sort of follow after them.

I’m not a pervert, I swear. I’ve just been getting so horny, and I don’t have anything to do with my ass. I just want something even if it isn’t exactly... normal. I don’t even mean to sneak up on them. I just skulk through the bushes after them far away from the farm, to find them in a clear area beneath a stand of pine trees, kissing and whispering to each other. The stallion has a brick red mane, almost brown, with chocolatey brown fur that I didn’t think ponies in the show could have. His mare’s a lot more colorful, something that seems consistent between males and females, I guess. I’m not sure what I mean by “colorful” but her red hair is more vibrant than his red hair, and contrasts more with the mint green of her fur, as opposed to his red and... brown.

I peer from around behind a tree, not sure if I should say something, when she just turns, and flags him. Her tail goes up, and... and I can’t see much of her pinkly winking marehood, because he dives in right away. Just sticks his nose right between the mare’s legs. Then the mare’s soft green fur reveals itself to be more than fur, when smooth, curved bat wings half spread in shock at the touch of the stallion back there.

It’s so subtle what happens to this mare. After the inital gasp, she lets her wings gently fold, while the stallion is just... down under her tail doing things. She looks back, as if to check that her own ass is being licked, then faces forward and relaxes. When she faces forward, I can’t really see her face from this angle, but I can hear her breathy gasps getting more ragged as the pleasure takes hold of her.

At her indulgent moan, I just have to slide my foreleg between my legs and touch myself. Bracing a forehoof against the tree I’m hiding behind, I slide my other down my belly, until I feel my soft petals part as they strike its frog. I should tell them I’m here, but he’s... he’s licking her right in the place that I want to be licked! My hoof feels nice and soft as I rub myself, and a familiar pleasant warmth builds up in my belly. Even though own nethers wish Nick was doing that to me, even if he didn’t even mount me, even if...

I... I wink against my hoof. It just happens to me. I start sliding against my own foreleg, as its fur gets slicked down with my own hot juices. I wanna... wanna be as juicy as possible for him. Make him go inside me, and put his tongue inside me, and cum inside me, and whatever else, as long as it happens deep in there, where my hoof can’t reach.

I am of course thinking about Nick, as I should be, and not about this stallion I’m watching, whose chocolatey brown balls are soon joined by a slightly mottled penis that grows down between his hind legs. No, if that penis went inside me, that would be terrible, and not at all what I’m fantasizing about. Watching him spread his legs slightly, I can see that penis stiffen and thicken, until it lifts up and slaps against his belly, and I can’t see it anymore.

I can see his balls though. God, ponies are just out on display. I’m out on display. Any stallion who saw me now would see my tail hiked up, and the soft part of my hoof pressed into my tingling nethers, spreading those lips, inviting him in. H-his balls that would pump their semen into me, and impregnate me. I’d h-have a foal growing inside, the way that Nick never could—!

I freeze then, when she anxiously cries out, “Okay, okay! I’m ready to...!” He stops licking her, and backs up a few paces, and shortly, I see why. The panting mare looks back at him again, her face warm with blush, her eyes half-lidded, tail pushed aside. Her heavy breathing slows as a look of concentration, or passion crosses her face. Then beneath her raised tail, p-pee starts to trickle from her labia.

I don’t know what I’m feeling, when a strong burst of urine leaves her rear end, cascading down like a gross waterfall, or the spray from a hose. She saunters in front of the stallion and does it again, looking back at him so needily and intensely. She just keeps... peeing in front of him. Just seeing him there seeing her, it’s incredible in a way I can’t understand. I hump my horny pelvis against my hoof, imagining that I was the one doing that for him. I’ve never wanted to pee so bad in my life.

Then he even... he even smells it. That must smell terrible! What is he doing, and why is it so hot? He doesn’t even hesitate after that. With a stream of her urine trickling to a halt, he mounts up behind her, and she faces forward again, cooing, “That’s it... put your penis inside me...”

Then he... jams his hips forward, and she doesn’t even try to cover up her moan. I mean, we’re a ways away from the barn, so nobody would probably hear, but I hear. And his hips begin rhythmically rocking aganst her hips. That’s all they do then, just breed like animals, not even talking, just panting, and snorting as he fills her with dick, like I could be filled until I orgasmed—!

In the sun dappled understory beneath these pine trees, two ponies steadily, fixedly rock together. Breathing as one, bodies joined, they prepare to make a baby pony. And I ruin everything by orgasming. I don’t even think about it until it’s too late. All I can think about is stroking myself to fulfillment, pushing against that buttonlike spot at the front of my passage that’s like an electric shock of pleasure, while winking against my own hoof, that spot pushes back. With a whimper choked in my throat, to keep anyone from hearing me, I fall into a blissful clenching orgasm.

I um... really lose it sometimes, with these powerful orgasms that I’ve been getting. Mira says it’s not all that uncommon actually, among girls. I still couldn’t say it’s superior to climaxing as a guy, but boy is it overwhelming. I can’t think, can’t move, just have to deal with these waves of pleasure rushing through me, and that blissful relief of a man’s climax is replaced with something so powerful, it’s something I have to withstand. To endure, even. I love it, but it’s like surfing on a tidal wave. You can’t stop until it’s taken you three miles inland.

So... I orgasm. And I have a moment of electric bliss, with the compulsive pulsing of my nethers matching the explosions in my head, and then I vaguely realize that I’m losing my grip my foreleg had on the tree. It went limp along with the rest of me (excepting my vagina), and half reared up onto the tree as I am, I just sort of topple to the side.

I swear things happen in slow motion when you’re orgasming. But your brain’s so flooded with pleasure, it’s thinking even slower than slow motion. So all you can do is feel a vague confusion, as your body rewards you for making a foal, while at the same time you’re falling slowly sideways and don’t seem to be able to stop. With a grunt, I crash into the bush on the edge of this empty space beneath the pine trees, and my body rolls off it to flop flatly on the pine needle floor.

I’ve got the impression that things are seriously wrong now, but all I can do is writhe in pleasure. The two loom over me, looking down, I try to tell them, “S... s–sor... s-s.... sor...” but then I just lay there panting, until the orgasm within me fades away.

...

My first cognizant act is to cover my face with my hooves.

“I am so sorry,” I moan, maybe even audible enough to be heard from 2 feet away.

“You were uh... really enjoying that, huh?” comes the green mare’s nervous voice, and I peek out from my hooves to see her standing there with the most unconvincing smile on her face, “Didn’t know we had a... show going on.”

“Seriously, what the fuck?” the brown stallion adds crossly, “Why’d you even come back here? Nobody comes back here!”

“A-and how much did you see?” the mare adds, a little less nervously with him to stand with her. I can totally understand, and I’m the most horrible pony who ever lived.

“I’m sorry, I just... followed you,” I gulp, collecting my haunches under me. “I saw you looked like you were gonna... have sex, and I was just so... I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

“How much did you see though?” the mare says more urgently, adding in a stutter, “N-n-not that we were d-doing anything weird.”

Oh. Blushing heavily, I murmur, “There’s nothing wrong with... with peeing in front of someone. I-if you’re into that, it’s okay with me.”

And now she’s blushing beet-red, saying, “Yeah, it’s just a... horse thing. Perfectly natural, r-right?”

“It’s a horse thing?” I remark in my ever foolish curiosity.

Doesn’t look like she wants to answer, or make eye contact, so the stallion sighs, and says, “There are pheremones in horse urine. I just figured... she doesn’t mind, I swear.”

“Oh, I could see that,” I blurt out, emphatically.

Covering her blushing face with a hoof, the green mare squeaks, “Can’t believe I just did that... I r-really... I probably would’ve peed, even if you said you were there. I just really need to... make the pheremones and stuff.”

This couple isn’t attacking me for spying on their lovemaking? Isn’t that supposed to be what couples do? A little worried at their lack of violence, I say, “It was... I was gonna tell you I was here, I was just afraid I’d... ruin the moment.”

“Well you sure did ruin the moment,” the stallion says angrily, “I didn’t even get to finish!”

“Maybe I could help with that?” my groin replies, using my mouth as a proxy.

Covering my mouth does not stop the words that just came out of it apparently. He looks at me sideways, saying touchily, “You want me to have sex with some kind of... voyeur?”

I... I wasn’t... “Well, you were watching her pee,” I protest. Though she kind of... consented to that, though I swear I was gonna ask just...

“...fine,” the stallion grunts, turning to look away, “You know what, go ahead. I have this fucking penis, and if you wanna get laid so bad, just stick your tail up and I’ll get on it.”

“Sue, it’s okay...” the mare says, putting a worried hoof on the stallion’s shoulder.

“It is so not okay,” he retorts, pushing her hoof away, turning to face her, his... girlfriend? “You know how it feels to be a guy. I wanna put this dick in you, and I don’t care if you get pregnant or anything. Makes me want you on your back, giving birth, long as I can cum inside.”

“A-actually, Brian was saying horses give birth on their sides,” I point out, from where I’m lying there on my belly in abject something.

“Hey, we’ve been pretty lucky so far?” the mare says with an uneasy smile, rubbing one hind leg against the other. “I might not be pregnant.”

“Yeah I just wish...” he sighs, and glares my way again, “And I just wish it even cared who I was impregnating. Someone’s spying on us having sex, and when raises her tail, I might as well be putty in her hands.”

“Technically we don’t have hands,” I mumble, looking down. My forehooves sure are a good thing to look at right now.

Staring at my toes, I don’t see him looking at me again, but it’s pretty clear he is looking at me again, when the stallion says, “Well, just to let you know, if you raise your tail for me, I’m gonna cum inside,” raising a terrible thrill of excitement in me.

“Sue, come on!” the mare says chidingly, but as I look up, the red/brown Sue shakes his head, saying,

“Mike, if I’m gonna do it to you I might as well do it to her. At least she deserves it.”

“I don’t think anyone deserves... that,” the Christmas colored bat mare known as Mike says, “If they don’t want it.”

Standing, I have to make this right somehow. God, I want it so bad. “I-it’s okay, I do deserve it,” I say, turning and... and lifting my tail oh god. I have to get that stallion inside me.

Seconds pass, and I’m not being mounted. My future is saved. I’ve never felt so disappointed in my life. I guess he doesn’t really want to screw me, which makes sense considering what they caught me doing to them.

“Well, aren’t you gonna pee?” he asks.

“What?” I squeak, turning to face them in bewilderment.

“It feels really satisfying,” Mike assures me sweetly, “We’re horses, so your pee lets a stallion know you’re ready for him.”

“Well, I don’t need an invitation,” Sue says uneasily, “I just thought you wanted to do it. Not that I’m complaining.”

“Just try it, please?” Mike asks with a plaintive wince, “I promise it totally makes you hornier. I can’t be the only one, right?”

Well, my tail’s gone down in all of... this, but I turn forward again and lift it. Now, it’s been two months at least. I’ve learned how to pee many times over. But she’s right, this is... different. Do I really have pheremones? I never did this with Nick. I never—holy mackerel. The urge to... to pee really wells up within me. “Just give me a sec,” I say anxiously, “I’m working up to iiiIIT?”

Yeah it just... rises up in me like... like the urge to pee, but different. And so I squeeze down my bladder, and it’s a freaking rush to think that they’re seeing and... and smelling this, and that it might not smell bad to him. My breath actually catches as the pee starts streaming out of me. I-it’s all over my labia and... and it sprays out. Just psssh! Right on the ground behind me! I can’t believe I did that. I’m red faced and panting and...

And he actually smells it. I look back and I think I’m gonna melt on the spot from embarassment and something else, as he leans down, and his nostrils flare and... he looks at me with a half grin, saying, “Smells like you want it pretty bad.”

“I... I... I...” I can’t even describe how much I want it. I turn forward and lift my tail again, and... and wink because that just... activated my groin or whatever, and I fucking need dick right now!

“Try peeing again,” the bat pony mare suggests.

“O-okay,” I whimper, and my tail pops up and my bladder flexes down, a stream of pee spraying out behind me. The droplets sound so loud hitting the dirt. I can’t believe I’m doing this! I walk back and... forth or something, my tail bobbing up as I release these squirts of pee every chance I get, swaying my ass at him, trying to get that pony to mount me.

Then he grabs me, rearing up to come down on my rump, weighing me down, slapping his dick against my sensitive lower belly, where my labia are still tingling from orgasm, and from that... that pee.

“Want in you smelly mare,” the stallion murmurs, pressing his tip into my entrance, and I was about to pee, so I can’t hold it in. I feel him spread open my labia, wedge in there, then sink strongly into my vagina, before the rest of my pee just bursts out of me, spraying out around the tight seal my labia make as his penis stretches them wide. I don’t even care. I just let it go as he wiggles into my labia, then pushes hard as I open in one long, smooth stroke.

“Oh god, ” I moan, “You’re just like Nick.”

“Nick, huh?” the stallion asks slyly, and I blush furiously because how does he get to be so calm when I can’t even think? “Sounds like you’re cheating~?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t... do this,” the bat pony mare says uncertainly.

“You’re gonna stop?” I cry out in abject disappointment, pushing back to get my whole vagina stretched open, at least. I just want to feel his penis all the way in before this all goes horribly wrong. God, I need to put things in me. He tries to pull back, but I hump him, sliding his penis into me as eagerly as I ever slid mine into Twilight Sparkle, whining “Nick hasn’t been doing me for weeks he won’t even cum inside.”

“So, you want my foal huh?” the stallion asks quietly, with a deep voice making me shiver as I realize this’s a man inside me.

“No, I—!” I say disorientedly. Trying to explain with a penis inside your vagina is not an easy prospect. “My vagina feels so good right now!” I tell him, a-and her. “Your boyfriend’s inside me!” I groan to the batpony mare urgently, “And he squirts these... bursts of semen, that fill you, and put a baby in you, and he’s gonna do that to me!”

And then, the bat pony mare starts rubbing her labia on a foreleg, looking very wet as she gazes at me and her boyfriend, saying lustfully, “I want to see him cum inside you, a-and put a baby into you. Sue, cum inside her. D-do it, please...”

“I can’t say no to that,” the stallion rumbles, and oh thank goodness, he’s fucking me! I’m actually getting fucked! He slides in and out and in and out and a groan of abject relief escapes me as I push back against him, feeling the soft, flat head of his shaft slam up into my insides again and again. No semen. Am I gonna feel that amazing pulsing, hot slimy semen going into me again?

“You’re gonna give me a fffffoal!” I cry, as a strange stallion’s penis fucks me literally into submission. The bat pony mare’s squirming around her own foreleg in front of me with a conflicted look in her eyes as my cunt gets plumbed. She seems torn whether to masturbate, or to just watch. And there is a penis thrusting in my vagina, which is quickly becoming the only thing I care about. Let her do whatever. All I can think about is fucking, and rocking, and opening inside my hips; about that penis fucking me, and the aching urge I feel to make it cum.

Back and forth, in and out, his penis slides within me, and like the mare, Mike, my breathing also grows ragged, and I stare fixedly forward, because I have to. I have to make this happen to me. I don’t wanna help Mike. I don’t care if Sue cums in the mare he’s supposed to. I feel almost smug as my vagina takes his penis, I feel it slide all in, stretching me out, preparing me to get pregnant. All I wanna do is stand here, rocking with her boyfriend’s penis sliding in me. And it’s all her fault!

The bat pony mare named Mike comes up to me, but I ignore her. It’s hard to even think of her, with the sensation between my legs rolling through me, a rising orgasm that I’m powerless to prevent. But she’s there, and I try to focus on her, because she’s... smiling? She’s got such warm, brown eyes, it hardly dawns on me that her pupils are the diamond shape of a bat’s.

“You’re so beautiful right now,” she says, even though her stallion’s penis is shoving into my vagina. “I’m sorry,” she says even though I’m the one who should be sorry and I love everything and her and my hungry pussy. “I just... I-I’m pregnant, too. He just did it to me, just like this.”

“S-s-sorry I...” I say, bracing against those hearty thrusts as best I can, just glad that she’s not stopping me, or interfering with me sliding this man in and out of me. It feels so right standing there fucking her boyfriend, looking at her challengingly, because I’m gonna keep sliding him into me right here, right now, whether she wants me to or not. In. In. In. “Your boyfriend... feels good...” I murmur.

“Your belly’s gonna get so big,” she whines, humping her own foreleg, “You want a little pony in you. You wanna... force yourself open, stretching between your legs as you stretch open and a foal starts sliding out~”

I have the bizarre experience then, of a mare climaxing in front of me, while I’m being fucked. I feel like... she’s so vulnerable, but so am I! She cries out and plants her foreleg, shuddering as her tail starts jerking, just like mine does when it’s really going nuts inside me. Her bat wings spread as she climaxes, looking anxiously forward at me, while her boyfriend’s penis slides in and out of my vagina back there, forcing me closer and closer to the same thing she’s going through.

It takes me. I don’t know. The sensations, the tingling, and my body just starts following in her stead. I stare at her in wonder as my tail jerks, and my legs plant, and I flutter around that luxurious dick sliding into me, then can’t stop the dick from thrusting... me... higher... and... I cry out as my vagina starts rhythmically clenching around his dick, so much better than my orgasm before. I try to ejaculate but just end up clenching around the penis entering me, urging him to cum in me. Two mares climaxing, panting at each other, while one of them, who’s me, gets fucked.

Her climax ends before mine, with a giddy giggle, as she relaxes and I gasp intensely with the rushes of pleasure that penis is raising in me. “He feels so good, doesn’t he,” she purrs, as I moan at my incredible vagina releasing me from orgasm to hunger for his penis again. She folds her wings and sauntering up to this sweating, humping slut of a pony, like a mare on top of the world.

“You’re gonna let him cum, just like me,” she says sweetly, sliding her tail along my belly~! “S’all you care about, is taking care of your baby belly. You’re gonna grow big, and... fat, and eat so you can make the belly bigger. You’re gonna make your belly grow and grow... t-to give birth. Big baby belly birth.”

“I’ll... I’ll have the foal on my own,” I tell her desperately, wanting to be fat, and round and giving birth to this stallion’s beautiful foal, “I’ll... raise it and... and you don’t have to do anything. When he cums, I’ll let it grow inside me and I’ll get big for you—your foal, and I’ll push your foal out between my legs, and nurse it and and ahh ahh unh unh...”

“It’s just taking you, huh,” the batpony mare says in a strange sort of melancholy, “Now you want a big, pregnant belly, and you wanna give birth, and everything. Your... your egg is ready to get fertilized.”

That thrusting floods me with the desire to eat, to live, to breathe, to do anything I can to get that belly round and full and gravid. To cry out like an animal as I push a child out of me. “Please...” I beg of her. I don’t even know what I’m begging. That penis is flaring in me already. He’s gonna put a child in there! “Please, I’m... I’m scared.”

Mike, she... just... curls her neck with mine slightly, laying her head on my back, her other forehoof wrapping around stroke my mane gently. “Thank you so much,” she says, “Sorry that I... I wanted this. He’s gonna cum in you now. Just... just start growing his baby in you. It’ll be okay.”

“He’s... he’s...!” I try to tell her because he stopped thrusting, and his penis is twitching so deep inside me. “Help he’s gonna...” and then I stiffen, sucking in a breath as I feel two, three, four pulses of hot fluid spurt out of his penis, deep within me, then more. It’s semen! I’m pregnant!

Acutely aware of my slim belly filling up deep inside with seed, I can’t stop becoming a mother as he’s grabbing my hips tight, and there’s nothing I can do to keep his spurts from flooding up into my feminine little vagina. He’s filling my passage with his semen, coating my vaginal walls in his hot slime that stays inside me, changing me forever. I whine anxiously, stiff against the bat pony mare as his seed keeps entering me. My body just takes it in, and wants it, and keeps it, and changes. Reluctantly, eagerly, I let every burst flood deep into my vagina and stay there, moaning into that mare’s gentle hug, as within me, the stallion decisively ends any hope I had of not being pregnant.

“Ssh,” Mike says soothingly, continuing to gently pet me as I feel the stallion’s penis bucking within me ejaculating into my birth canal. I just lean into the bat pony mare’s embrace, panting huskily as I let pulses of seed rush into my belly. I don’t know how this happened, but I am so glad she’s here. Just someone to hold me and comfort me, as I need so badly to stand here stuffed full of a penis, which pumps the living cells into me to seek out my egg, and turn me into a mother.

“Okay that was... wow,” Sue says atop my back, as I still quiver there, reduced to a semen stuffed broodmare. “That kinda got away from me.”

“Hey, it happens,” Mike says, backing up from me and looking up at Sue. I stand there trying to catch my breath and get my wits about me, after Sue climbs off of me, and stands beside me. I feel so full and heavy though, in my belly. And Mike’s looking at me curiously.

“Wow, your eyes are really dilating,” Mike says in surprise, with a beauty to her, as if she were suffused with this warm glowy wonderfulness.

“They... are?” I ask breathlessly, “I’m just relaxing because of his... cum, or something.”

I try blinking, but she says that doesn’t help, and in the end I just want to lean together with her, crossing my neck with hers to be close to my new friend because this is wonderful.

“You uh... want a turn?” Sue asks amiably, looking down at the two of us.

“Go ahead and... mount me,” Mike says thoughtfully, “She can... stay with me, while it happens to me. And I bet she can watch my pupils dilate, too.”

I know I’m stupidly pregnant and don’t wanna be, but I still thank my lucky stars that ponies have such a strange gender ratio, because now I get to comfort Mike, and hug her from the front, when she gives a quiet but urgent squeal at the feel of Sue’s penis impregnating her as well.

I can feel him dripping out of me back there, trailing down my hind leg, when Mike tenses against me, and I know this... stuff inside me is going into her now. She’s feeling what I felt, and hugging someone as she’s experiencing that just makes it so much more real, somehow. And her eyes do dilate, as we gaze at each other in her pleasant afterglow, just two pregnant mares lost in each other watched over by their stallion. From catlike slits, to wide and open and round. When I tell her what’s happening, she says she loves what’s happening to her, and she loves what Sue can do to her now, and as Mike lovingly relates to me how her whole body’s changing, we kiss, because we have to, because she loves me, too.

And then we both proceed to freak out at getting pregnant, once the afterglow stops making us feel like fertility goddesses.

Since that thrilling impregnation, Mike and Sue, and I have tried to go our separate ways, since I’m Nick’s girlfriend, yet I want to be with them so bad. I start to get urges again, to have a boyfriend who doesn’t have a headache, to stop caring if I’m monogamous or not, as long as I can get pregnant with cum. I remember how I lifted my tail for Sue, how I just squirted pee out, and he smelled it, and mounted me, and pumped his semen in me. It makes my butt ache to make that happen again, to make sure I become a mother.

“You stupid butt,” I hiss later at the stupidly stallion semen stuffable thing, “Stop being so weird and horsey!”

My butt says no.

“Ugh,” I groan, tossing my mane across to the other side of my neck. “Okay, we’re not gonna fuck him all the way this time.”

With that, I trot off to find Mike and Sue again. Because damn, do they need help. Do I need help. Do we all need help. Mike’s... I–I don’t even know how to describe it. She’s just so... agreeable about being slave to her desires. She won’t even pull me off of him, when Sue pushes deep and... and gets ready to cum.

“Ungh, I said I wasn’t gonna...” I slur huskily, my rump surrounded and filled by stallion when his penis starts jerking inside and I feel thick pulses of cum rush into me, “Mike, he’s cumming in me again.” And I understand why she rubs herself to a squeaking climax while I have to stand there feeling him cum in me, because I do the same thing to her, when it’s the sweet little bat pony mare he’s mounted on, crying out as she feels herself impregnating with his cum.

And I just feel so weirdly calm about it, letting his semen swim up into me all through the day, waiting for the implantation and the changes that herald my pregnancy. So I might be pregnant again. So what? I found out that ponies take like eleven months to give birth. That gives me at least a few months to find some way of ending a pregnancy. There’s just not as much urgency as I’ve felt in the past. I’d never go through with it, for the sake of the poor foal that would have to have me as its mother. I am not ready for that, emotionally, financially, whateverally you call it when you change sexes, though it is kind of fun to think about, a baby just... being in there. In me.

I guess I’ve been having a lot more anxiety over not getting cummed inside, than over the prospect of pregnancy. Which is terrible, and I’m terrible, but it’s the truth. Maybe it’s because I’m a girl, and girls have some sort of hardwired instinct that keeps them from being terrified of pregnancy. Maybe I’m just sick and tired of being terrified. But whatever is the case, of one thing I am absolutely sure.

This is pretty much all thanks to Nick and his stupid headaches.

So now I’m... together with Mike and Sue, somehow, to some degree. That’s a thing. My ticket to re-impregnation is not nearly my most important discovery though. My most important discovery did sort of bring me together with Sue, in an indirect way, but is not related to Mike and Sue in particular. It’s more related to Nick sort of accidentally breaking up with me, or me with him, I guess.

It truly is a perplexing problem, this strange ailment befalling my friend, and others among us, because it’s not consistent. Most of the unicorns are acting headachey, and losing weight, but some of them are doing just fine. Same goes for the pegasi. There don’t seem to be many earth ponies who are quite as under the weather, but it’s hard to say who’s resentful at their entire life being ripped away from them, and who genuinely feels like crap. I’d say it’s an earth pony superpower to not get sick, but... that doesn’t tell me how to help my friends. And not even the smart people among us who know about pony biology can find a solution.

So of course I’m the one who stumbles upon the solution.

I can’t believe I’m the one who has to bring this to everyone’s attention. Am I just cursed to bear witness to every mind-blowing revelation that occurs? It’s all about a pretty pink haired and purple furred unicorn mare named Janice, who I’ve been trying to get to know better, for no other reason than I’m trying to get better at knowing all these... people I have to live with. She’s friendly enough, but sometimes I’ll find her curiously reserved about walking together with me.

“Yeah, no, I’m just... going on a walk on my own,” she tells me, more than once. “I just like my solitude, okay?” And that’d be fine, except that something about how she says it... she never looks me in the eyes when she tells me this, and turns aside in that nervous looking way. It just seems like something’s wrong.

Nevertheless, if she’s not gonna talk to me about it, I figure it’s none of my business. I let Janice have her solitude, and nothing comes of it. But the trouble is that sometimes I like to go on a walk alone.

I can’t even... come close to describing how wonderful it is to finally get a chance to put my limbs in gear and do that... galloping thing, until the wind is in my mane and tail, and the landscape’s just flying by. Other ponies love that stuff too, way more than most of us did as humans. Of course as humans we couldn’t run super fast, but it’s more than that.

After a restful sleep, and a lengthy and tasteless breakfast, it feels so good to just cut loose and run. I never felt like just... running for the joy of it when I was human. Nor am I the only one who feels this way. I’m usually running with some other ponies like that red-furred filly we saved calling herself Firebrand, or with Patricia, who likes flying and running.

But not today. Oh, no, I just have to be out trotting gayly about all by myself, without a care in the world, when I see a flash of purple and pink, while passing by a few stands of trees. Stumbling to a halt, I cautiously walk back, peeking into a gap between the trees and bushes at a pony who isn’t trotting gayly about. It’s obviously Janice, because her pink is... a different pink than Steve’s, and her purple’s darker than... that other pony’s purple fur. She’s hunched over, squatting on her haunches, quite engrossed with whatever she’s doing.

So just to be safe, I brightly announce, “Hey, Janice!” a good distance away as I trot up to her. I may as well have snuck up behind her, and whispered an inch away from her ear, “It’s the funny man...” because she shrieks a whinny and jerks up, flailing about as she fails to jump to her hooves, toppling over sideways, then flopping like a fish to get her belly underneath her. Finally she stands spread-eagled and looking at me with a glowing horn, her eyes mere pinpricks of green.

“I–I can explain!” she shouts in panic, “I-i-i-it was an accident! I didn’t... I’m not... please don’t...!”

“Janice, it’s okay! It’s just me! What happened? I promise I won’t—” I manage to tell her, stepping forward slowly, but all my caution is for naught. She leaps away, right over a fallen tree, and bolts off out of the trees. Running up to where she was, I look after her in exasperation, my eyes trailing from the fleeing pony, down toooooh holy heck that is a dead squirrel. No, that’s... most of a dead squirrel. It doesn’t smell rotten though, just really fresh and exciting, with the irony scent of its blood lightly staining the grass it’s lying in.

Looking after Janice again, I clamber over the slim fallen tree, giving the dead squirrel a very wide berth, then go charging across the field after her. And you’d think with a head start like that, she’d be long gone, but she’s actually galloping... really slowly? I dunno, I just pour on the speed and start catching up to her, shouting, “Janice—” only for her to shriek,

“Leave me alone!!”

That stops me in my tracks, and she shoots ahead again.

“What is going on?” I whine to nopony at all, “It’s just a dead squirrel!”

Nopony answers me. Scrunching my snout furiously, I bound after her again. This time I keep my distance though. I want to respect her wishes, but I haven’t seen anypony this upset since Dawn flew in to tell us about the extinction of humanity! I’m just... worried about Janice being alone right now. I barely even know her, I don’t know if she has depression, or suicidal tendancies, or what, so... I do leave her alone, but I also leave her in sight.

Janice actually does vanish from sight once, dropping down into a creek bed. She’s given up running though, when I hurry up to spot her again. She scurries down the creek to where a farm road crosses it, but after finding that the drainage pipe is too small for even a pony to fit into, she just sits with her back to the earthen mound of a bridge, crying her eyes out.

She’s not looking at me. She’s not looking at anything. So I stop galloping, and instead walk quietly along the upper bank of the creek, coming up to her bridge, trying to look as compassionate and unthreatening as possible.

“Janice—” I tell her, and she shrieks and jerks up again, staring at me in terror. Dammit!

“Please don’t run! I just want to talk!” I say frantically to the panicked unicorn, “I–I don’t get what’s disturbing you about a dead squirrel, but I’m sure whatever killed it was just... following its instincts. C-carnivores have to eat too, and... it’s sad, but you don’t have to freak out about it!”

My earnest words manage to get through to her, and she stops hyperventilating, instead staring at me incredulously, like she can’t believe how much of an idiot I am. I get that a lot.

Honestly I don’t mind so much. If I say something stupid, and that makes ponies think I’m an idiot, then at least they’re thinking about me, and not their fear, or whatever’s terrifying them. It’s really hard to be frightened of someone who you think is an idiot, I guess I’m trying to say.

“Y-you really don’t know what happened,” she says shakily, not moving an inch from where she lies in the creek.

“Well, no...?” I admit, pausing at the top of the creek bed, looking down to where Janice is currently soaked from the thighs back in a trickle of burbling water. “I didn’t see what killed the squirrel,” I say, lifting a tentative hoof, “Did you?”

Something between a shudder and a giddy laugh goes through her. “No, I...” she says, pausing in thought, “Didn’t see what killed it. I-it was probably some p-predator or something, like a... fox I saw a fox.”

“It was just a... random squirrel though,” I whine, planting my hoof in consternation, “Right?”

“...yeah?” she replies noncommitally.

“Why are you so upset, then?” I ask, slowly clambering down the creek bed. I can smell the squirrel’s blood, as I approach her. Was she cradling the darn thing? With her dark purple fur, it’s impossible to see any bloodstains on her arms. “I don’t care if you... get upset at a squirrel dying,” I tell her in frustration, “And I won’t hold it against you, b-but you know I wouldn’t hold it against you! So why are you afraid of me?”

“Because, it—because...” she says, her face twisting up in confusion as she tries to figure out what to tell me. “Because I... changed...” she bites her lip, looking away and mumbling, “...a lot.”

“More than turning into a pony?” I prompt, a little grumpily. Probably justifiable grumpiness, since I’m trying to give theraputic aid to a pony, while standing on the slope of a creek bank out in the middle of nowhere, completely naked, furry and female, balancing on my fingers and toes, which are hooves.

Janice shakes her head at me, saying, “Yes, no, I don’t know. I just... it was just... really... tasty.”

I start to reply, but she cuts in, with a pleading stare, saying animatedly, “I was just playing with them, you know, because they were all running around, all bushy tailed and...” she gets agitated then, saying haltingly, “and running away—and climbing trees, and it was so easy to... it just sort of... happened. I–I think something’s wrong with me, like really really wrong, I—”

When she chokes back another sob, I can’t take it anymore. I leap the last bit down into the creek and hug her, cradling my neck around her ears the way Mike likes to do to me. Janice is... not a filly, but she’s like, one of those teenage ponies. A little smaller than me, but mostly just gangly. Skinnier than I am, even, which is pretty skinny for a pony, I guess.

...and now my butt’s getting soaked too. Oh well.

Janice doesn’t burst into tears again, just wordlessly pushes her warm head into my shoulders. Her breathing’s evening out at least, but she’s not saying or doing anything, just lying with me, and... needing me. It’s all I could ask for, but what does she need?

“I’m a terrible pony,” she mumbles into my chest.

I don’t know what to say to that, but she assists me, continuing more elaborately, “Every other pony’s been fine with just grass and vegetables, but I just... I never even ate vegetables before. I just couldn’t give up... meat.”

“E-even the squirrels started to look tasty,” she says, “I got... angry I dunno, they’re all running around, while I’m trying to choke down some more grass. So I was just playing with them, teasing them a little bit, just chasing a little bit, and I used that stun spell that Twilight taught us. I–it was easy. So I caught it, all excited and just...”

She tenses against me, saying, “You can hate me, but I’ve been... I never ate anything weird before this, nothing that wasn’t steak, or pig, or chicken. But I just... and I never ate anything raw, or... a-alive. I just... bit it, and it kind of b-broke, and the blood tasted like some kind of weird metal, and I was so hungry, I just... I’ve been catching things, a-and eating them.”