Okay, so rewind a bit. Dawn comes to us one day, just bursting with joy. “Oh, you are not gonna believe what I found out,” the orange headed pegasus gushes, not even folding her wings as she lands. “Oh this is so incredible. I need every pony together, so I can tell you all!”

I hear this, because lifting my head from the turnip patch I was weeding, my radar-like ears turn right in her direction, their conical, slightly curved shape perfect for delivering even distant sounds directly to my brain. I bound over the strawberry patch and land on the packed, untilled dirt beyond it with two, then four hooves. My hind legs follow my forelegs, hurrying after the other ponies. My head bobs with the rhythm those four legs pump strongly, propelling me forward, because what she’s saying seems really urgent.

Also because I’m a pony.

I may look a little dirty, but for the most part I’m covered in weirdly tart looking yellow fur, with a green mane descending down my head and neck, and a tail cascading out over my yellow furred butt, both a weird green that I don’t really have a name for. A little earth pony, I hastily trot up to the growing crowd around Dawn.

Dawn’s an orange haired, blue furred pegasus who’s been sort of our liason with the outside world, and technically the military. She’s been in close contact with them, since she was an enlisted soldier or something, at the time that Twilight changed us into ponies. We probably would be more worried about this, if the whole world weren’t dealing with a crisis in which every single human being on the planet turned into a pony. As-is, Dawn has been totally cool with us, at least... so far.

“It turns out humanity’s not out of the picture just yet!” Dawn crows, leaping to hover up before our campfire, wings spread, “There are at least dozens, if not hundreds of people who never saw the lights at all!

“It was insidious,” she declared grimly, as grim as a flying waifish blue mare can sound, “Nobody could escape it. Nobody knew to escape it. People came out of their houses to look up at the sky. All around the world, as soon as night fell, human beings looked up at the lights, and next thing they know, they’re changing into ponies.”

Landing with a skittering clop, Dawn walks past our huddled fire circle, looking sideways at us and saying, “You couldn’t hide from it. Anyone who stayed inside, it just projected itself from the ceilings of whatever buildings they were in. People turning to ponies in their houses, in their beds, in their cars. Much more slowly than we did, but before an hour had passed, not a trace of humanity was left!”

“How could anyone escape that?” a filly asks, voice full of fear.

“They must be working for Twilight!” a dramatic sounding young mare declares, “She gave only them the secret to staying human!”

“What? No!” Dawn blurts out, staring anxiously.

Then she blushes and looks away from the mare, adding, “I mean... maybe? If there are any humans like that I haven’t heard of them.”

“How did they not turn into a pony, then?” a goofy voice asks in the crowd.

“Were they just inside the whole time?” a sweet mare’s voice I recognize as Mike asks.

Shaking her head, Dawn says, “No if it were that easy there’d be tons of humans left. I never saw it happen, but like I said, the um... pattern projected itself from any ceiling. Roofs just didn’t even slow it down. At least not that I heard of.”

She looks at all of us then, saying, earnestly, “What I did hear is scientists were saying the lights were actually a combination of microwave band radio waves, and shouldn’t have been visible at all! Whatever we saw was... some strange property of the spell or something. Hard to study it, when you’re turning into a pony. It was some sort of complex pattern in the microwave spectrum, that none of us should have even been able to see. They can’t explain it, but...”

With an eager grin, she crouches and declares, “But it was something in the low end of microwave frequencies. And that means roofs couldn’t stop it, but the light didn’t get through everything.”

The campfire pops a burst of embers, as if agreeing with her, as Dawn says, “There were people in underground locations, sleeping in bunkers, behind heavy shielding. And those people, Twilight Sparkle missed entirely!”

“So people were hiding in caves?” I ask incredulously.

Dawn blinks at me, then blushes, saying, “I actually I uh... don’t know about that. Maybe? What I’m talking about is places that are mostly buried underground and shielded.

“Oh, so... so like bomb shelters,” I venture, raising an uncertain forehoof.

“More like the whole basement floor of the Pentagon,” Dawn says, fluffing her chest smugly. She deflates a bit then, lifting an uncertain hoof and clarifying,

“Well, admittedly most of them came up to the surface to look at the lights.”

Dawn and I have just a moment to realize we’re both standing here with one hoof lifted up, before we blush, and plant our hooves. Then Dawn turns to address the rest of the crowd again. “But people who stayed down there, out of sight, never transformed!” she says excitedly, “When the... rest of the world started transforming, some people rushed up to help those in distress, and also transformed. But not everyone did. So some of us are still actual real humans!”

There’s a chorus of oooohs from those of us gathered around her.

“Have you seen any humans?” a greyish blue unicorn stallion with orangish brown hair asks Dawn, tilting his head and adding, “I mean, people who are still human?”

“I haven’t, no,” Dawn says, sagging a bit. “It’s all very hush-hush about them now. They’ve all gone into hiding, and only a few people even know where they are.”

“But didn’t they stop changing into ponies when the light went away?” asks the unicorn stallion. I can’t help but notice that he has darker, but sort of matching colors to Dawn. I don’t really have words for the difference though. Oh, except darker. That works.

“Um... yes,” Dawn says to him, tilting her head. “They’re not trapped underground or anything.”

“Why are they in hiding then?” squeaks an orange filly, whose given name I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure her taken name is Firebrand, after the orange and reddish-orange colors of her fur and mane.

“Uh, isn’t it obvious that Twilight Sparkle wants to destroy humanity?” a mare I don’t know says disapprovingly to the filly, whose orange ears go down at that. “If she ever learns where they are, she’ll just teleport there and finish the job!”

“Why does she hate humanity so much?” Firebrand asks the mare, voice shaking in frustration, “What did we ever do to her?”

“And how many humans did Twilight Sparkle get so far?” Sue asks Dawn bleakly, “Like, of the ones that are left?”

“Actually... none recorded, as far as I know,” Dawn says in a bemused lilt, blinking at the stalion’s question, “In fact, there haven’t even been any reported sightings of Twilight Sparkle at all. It’s like she vanished into thin air!”

”She did vanish into thin air!” Firebrand suddenly shouts shrilly, with an angry stomp.

“Yeah, but it’s like she never un- vanished anywhere!” Dawn counters, looking caught off guard by the filly’s misdirected fury. “Nobody can find hide nor hair of her!”

“Oh, oh you meant...” Firebrand says, her anger breaking in surprise. With her ears tilting down, she slinks backwards into the crowd then, mumbling, “Oh, right, nevermind.”

“How do you know all this?” Mira asks, eagerly fluttering up to Dawn.

“I’m just relaying what I’ve been told,” Dawn admits, shying back from the bat pony a little, while Mira shies away herself, then lands, looking the other way. “For all I know there could be no humans left after all,” Dawn says frankly, “But if there aren’t, it means our species stands a chance!”

“Don’t you mean their species?” the blue/green pegasus known as Brian calls out, quite irritably.

“W-we’re still humans inside,” Dawn replies, a bit nonplussed as she takes another step back.

Brian gives a horsey snort, but doesn’t further contest the matter.

“I don’t know exactly how many are left, but I just had to tell you the news,” Dawn says, with a sad look to the green pegasus, and an enigmatic whip of her tail. Addressing the crowd, she calls out,

“You... we screwed up so badly, I just had to tell you all that there’s still hope. Even if we can’t...” she looks away and cringes, but continues with determination, “Even if we can’t change back, we might be able to save humanity.”

“Are they gonna start any captive breeding programs?” another eager little filly asks, with a gap-toothed grin.

Okay, so... save humanity. Is a thing. We can do, apparently. It shouldn’t be a thing we have to do, but here we are. I have no idea how to save humanity when I can’t even save myself. My relationship with Mike and Sue is... happening. I’m probably most certainly pregnant. I seem to vary between freaking out over it, feeling curiously detached about it, and getting so horny, that well...

For instance, I feel Sue’s erection sliding into me, stretching me, filling me, every thrust making me think about that innocent little hole on the flat tip of his shaft, aimed right at my womb. I don’t want to say I wouldn’t notice him fucking me, if he wasn’t wrapping his forelegs around my sensitive flanks and bearing heavily down on me. But the penis in me feels like a thick, shapeless... thing, filling that aching emptiness in a strangely subtle way.

The satisfying, stretchy, slidey sensation is definitely making me orgasm, which is awesome. But the really crazy part is to know what’s gonna come out of that penis if he continues to thrust. What’s going to happen to me. What is happening to me. I should tell him to pull out, but with the warm flesh of his penis sliding along my deepest places, filling my head with rushing tingles beneath where his hooves plant firmly on my flank, a thrill goes through me again at the thought of what if I didn’t?

I know what his slowing, erratic thrusts mean. He’s climaxing right now. He’s trying to hold back, but he can’t stop it anymore. I try to tell him to pull out, but what if I just... let it happen? It feels so good to feel his flared shaft so deep up inside me. He’s not thrusting at all now. It’s gonna happen. I should tell him to pull out, but as he strains against me in that final moment, I just bite my lip and squeeze around him in there, my tail...

My tail curls around his rear, and I gently cup his testicles in its tip, urging the soft, warm orbs to impregnate me with their potent sperm. And so with urgent gasps and grunts on both our parts, I feel his penis jerk, pumping hot semen as deep as I can imagine. I stand there gasping, bracing against him, stretched wide, feeling cum fill me deep. I feel so hungry for it, I just let him cum and cum. I want his seed deep in me as possible.

He’s the first to come to his senses of course, saying, “Oh god, s-sorry Meadowsweet.”

“I can feel your seed, Sue,” I purr to him, grinding against his pelvis, “You just flooded me with it.”

“Look I didn’t mean to–I was gonna pull out this time—” he stammers, as I realize what’s going on.

“Oh, oh no. You’re a male, Sue,” I groan, arching my back and thrusting backwards as best as I can manage. “Your horniness just stops, but mine doesn’t. I can’t even think. I’d let a... a dozen stallions in there now, your seed’s gonna... gonna fill me with a foal...f’n thick cock so good...”

To my eloquent explanation descending into mumbles, he says nervously, “W-what do I do? You want me to...”

“Just...” head hanging low, I feel so stuffed in that special place in my hips. It’s hard to think about anything else. “Just lemme... just stay there I wanna...”

I wanna keep thrusting, but thanks to Twilight Sparkle’s vagina, I know how a guy feels when a girl tries to make him keep going. So I just calm my breathing, and with his softening cock still nestled in my passage, my whole body relaxes in glorious satisfaction. I imagine his seed in there, imagining the relief he felt in spurting it into me. That relief is in me now, and I feel absolutely wonderful.

“Okay...” I say breathlessly, “Okay you can... pull out now.”

With a tingly stretchy sliding, he pulls out, leaving seeded emptiness behind. My insides slide closed with his departure, and I... I feel something dribble down my leg. His seed, probably. We... kind of fucked up, didn’t we.

“Okay, mental note,” I say, still feeling flushed all over, sinking to my belly. Sue lets me go. “Mental note, don’t make love without being really really sure... you’ll pull out.”

“Yeah, I... should have,” he says remorsefully.

“I should’ve too,” I reply, laying on my side and hugging myself a little, “I just wanted it so bad. Your... your penis makes me want it. Didn’t even care if I was... was impregnated.”

“Yeah that’s... normal for girls, or anyone I think,” he says, sitting down some distance away from me, “Just maybe... more for ponies. A-and I assume it’s normal for guys to just... I knew I wasn’t gonna pull out. I feel so terrible now. I just wanted to... be in you, and do it to you.”

Avoiding the outright fetal position, I uncurl and scoot my butt over towards his silently guilty form. “Hey, it’s okay...” I assure him, laying a hoof over his shoulders.

He turns his head away though, saying, “That’s just what Mike says. You’re just not thinking straight.”

“No, I... I’m probably not thinking straight yes,” I say, cuddling up to Sue side-by-side, “But I meant it’s... normal for guys to want that. You just have to... I mean it’s okay to feel like that. It’s natural. You wanna... impregnate me, or whoever. That doesn’t mean you have to. You can wanna...” I giggle a bit giddily, as I say, “Push deep and... and flood my womb with your seed or whatever. Thinking about me... getting pregnant, and giving birth to your child, that’s gonna totally make you horny. It did when I was a guy. I—I mean it still does sorta. Didn’t you feel that way, when you were a girl?”

“Yeah but...” he says, not meeting my eyes, “Then I was just doing it to myself... not wanting to hurt someone else.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” I protest, but he frowns, growling out,

“You’re gonna hurt when you give birth y’know.”

“Y...yeah,” I fuss, trying not to panic long enough to help this poor girl gone guy. “But I mean, it doesn’t hurt me for you to want to do it. So next time just want it all you want, and it’s still okay as long as you don’t do it.”

With a look of puzzlement, his dark blue eyes meet my own, so I say, “So, you wanna imagine me or... Mike giving birth.”

“Or Lucy,” Sue adds morosely.

“Lucy?” I add, blinking. She’s a peachy furred unicorn with purple hair, I know that much at least. Not the skinniest one among us, though we’re all pretty skinny honestly.

“Yeah, I was f-fucking Lucy, sorry,” he says, looking away again. Ohh, okay, so a peachy furred, sorta curvy unicorn with purple hair, gasping with pleasure underneath Sue while his climaxing phallus fills her dripping depths with his cum. Got it. “I know you might hate it, just...” he mumbles shyly, “We were just experimenting, before Mike did his whole... thing.”

“Why would I hate it?” I ask in confusion, “I just want you to tell me these things. Because I’m practically um... fucking her too, if you’re going between me and her.”

“No, no,” Sue says, facehoofing, rolling to his side, where his wrinkled sheath and fuzzy brown balls now tuck conservatively against his belly. “No I only had um... sex with her, when I first transformed. Then I... felt bad about Mike, so I stopped. Then I kind of started doing Mike. Then you.”

It really is nice to just... lay on our sides and chat like this, legs slightly tangled together. Probably wouldn’t be possible for normal horses to sit like this, but... we’re really little horses. And I should be focusing on who Sue’s been sleeping with, not distracted by our friendly way of sitting together. He really is a great guy.

“I just didn’t know you’d been intimate with her,” I tell him neutrally, “A-anyone else?”

Sue blinks, before sighing in relief, saying, “No one else, no. But please don’t tell Mike about Lucy. I don’t want him to think I’ve been cheating on him.”

“I thought you said you stopped seeing Lucy,” I reply frankly.

“I–I did, but I was Mike’s girlfriend before. We went to Bronycon together,” Sue says, whuffing in frustration. “When we transformed, me and Mike never did it at first. I just didn’t want to... hurt him, when I was a stallion and wanting... things. Then Lucy was... curious about how my uh... body worked. So we were trying some things, and I wanted to... mount her. So I kind of ended up doing that, and...”

He gets kind of dreamy eyes at that, and I remark softly, “Your first time is kind of amazing, huh.”

“Y-yeah,” he replies, focusing on me again. “I didn’t realize we... I mean girls were so hot on the inside. Mike wasn’t exaggerating at how I was like an oven.” His brow darkens at that, and he grumbles, “Used to be like an oven.”

“Have you tried anal?” I ask innocently.

He blinks at that, saying, “I’m sorry, what?”

“You still have a... y’know...” I say twirling an uneasy forehoof, “Guys and girls are the... same there. And I bet you’re just as hot on the inside. You just don’t have a... girly way in there anymore.”

He blushes fully at that, and groans, “Oh my god, Meadowsweet I haven’t been fucking guys.”

“Yeah, there aren’t very many,” I remark critically, “You’re kind of in high demand.”

“Right, something like that...” he says, giving me an odd look.

“I’m just saying your—” his expression understandably hardens when I say “just saying,” but I persevere, saying, “Your penis is pretty amazing too, and you’re still just as hot on the inside. You’re just as good as when you were a girl, maybe even better.” Blushing, I look at my fucking impregnated rear, and say, “I—I might be biased though.”

Snickering in his rich baritone, Sue draws my gaze again, saying, “You’re really something else, Meadowsweet.”

Sighing, I admit, “So I’ve been told.”

“So—” Sue starts, looking conflicted again. “I might tell Mike. He deserves to know. I just don’t know how he—she—he’d react.”

Humming, I say, “Well I’m okay with it, but I really shouldn’t be. I mean... you, just mounted that unicorn, and stuck it in? I don’t know her, but seems like if that doesn’t make me feel bad, then Mike would be okay with it too. Why are you even telling me, if you’re worried about telling Mike?”

“Hey, it’s not like I won’t ever tell him,” Sue says, whipping his dusty, red tail, “I only told you because with you I don’t have to... I mean, it’s not that I don’t care what you think, just you won’t...”

“No, it’s fine. Mike’s your real boyfr—significant other,” I tell him soberly, “I’m just kind of a... latecomer. You’re supposed to care more about her, I think.”

“You’re not a latecomer,” he whines with a plaintive frown.

“We only met like a few weeks ago,” I insist sheepishly, “You’ve known Mike for years.”

“Yeah, it’s weird because I only just met you,” Sue says with a silly smile, “But I feel like I could tell you anything.”

“Thanks...” I say, honestly taken aback, looking at my butt again. “Though I’m pretty sure you’re feeling extra good about me right now, since you just came inside.”

“Fair enough,” he sighs, “It’s just... you’re just really chill I dunno. I could tell you that Lucy—”

Looking at Sue, I doubt his veracity for one moment, as he blushes and glances away, but before I can say anything, Sue firms his lip and says, “Lucy was fucking hot.” Facing me stubbornly, he says, “She asked if... if it did anything for me to look under her tail, and it was like, impossible to not get an erection. I never felt that way about a pony, or another girl before and... man, I didn’t know it would feel like that.”

“Pretty good, huh,” I remark, wide-eyed.

He nods, saying, “It’s weird but... it feels like a giant clit, y’know?”

At my blinking, he adds, “The p-penis, I mean. But erection really... aches sometimes. But the stimulation feels like a clit...”

“Oh, right I get what you’re saying,” I reply, eyes widening, “But I don’t think it’s exactly the same. I mean, unless it’s different for ponies, it’s like getting freaking... zapped to touch your uh... my clitoris.”

“It’s like a...” he says thoughtfully, “Really spread out clitoris. Especially when it gets erect. Just all stretched out, and tingling all over, but never painfully.”

Nodding, I can see that, so I say, “I can see that.”

I am not a complex pony.

“So I...” he pauses, blushing, but goes on with an excited smile, “Felt like an orgasm coming, and I wanted to stay in her forever. I wanted to push it deep, and... and make my penis impregnate her. I didn’t know what to do—I hadn’t actually orgasmed as a guy, so I didn’t know you could feel it ejaculating.”

“It’s like how I get kinda... tight and squeezy around you when I orgasm,” I point out, “Just that the squeezes start pumping semen out instead, if you’re a guy.”

“Y-yeah but just...” biting his lip, Sue says, “It just started... pumping on its own. I was orgasming and wondering what’d happen if I didn’t pull out, and then it just... started that pumping. A-and I was the one ejaculating. I tried to do it then, to cum as much as I could, all inside her. Feeling it rushing out of me, and I knew what it was, and what I was doing to her. It felt awesome.”

“I think ponies have the advantage there,” I tell him candidly, “When I came as a guy, there was a lot less cum. I could still feel it rushing out though.”

“Oh, yeah there’s that,” he admits, rubbing his chin with a foreleg. “Lucy was like, so totally into it. I told her I didn’t know what it was gonna be like, and that I was gonna cum inside her, and she just told me to tell her what it was like.”

Thinking a moment, I ask, “What did you say?”

“I just...” Sue blushes, and looks down at her forehooves, “I just said something about shooting... rushing. And um... how I couldn’t stop changing her. And it was ejaculating down there inside her, and she just... got even tighter then, and had this huge orgasm. I um... I had to keep pumping into her though. It was freaking pouring down my balls and I kept doing it. Not that she did pull away, but I still held her against me so she couldn’t pull away. I just had to get all that fucking... cum into her pussy.”

“W-wow...” I say, with a flush in my face among other places, feeling kind of like I could really use a stallion now, again. He just came though, I can’t just force him to get erect again. I feel my soft labia, with his cum still drooling out of them, and... Sue felt that good when he was inside me. I made him feel that way, too, with this pussy of mine.

Looking at me a little nervously, Sue says, “Yeah so I just... totally impregnated Lucy. And I was a girl, y’know? I know how serious it is to get pregnant, and then I went and did it to her, soon as I could get in there. I was even imagining her giving birth as a pony. How would that work? I dunno.”

“All I know is it’s probably not very pleasant,” I say with a wince at my own hindquarters, “Given how big ponies’ heads are.”

Though admittedly my hips are pretty wide, I suppose.

“So, yeah, I um... sorta freaked out then,” he says in an adorably embarassed way, “And the really freaky thing is that later I was doing it again, even though it was freaky right after the second time too. Every time I got horny again, I just... I knew I freaked out the last time, but she just waved her ass at me, and uh... winked. I knew I didn’t wanna impregnate her, but my dick came out again, and god, I wanted to. All I had to do was mount her to feel that again. I needed that dick inside... her when I came. So I pushed her down, and fucked her until I started impregnating that stupid... gorgeous girl pony. I always feel great until I cum, and then I feel terrible about it.”

“Intro-something, I think they call it,” I suggest, probably not very helpfully, “Guys just have this built-in... off switch that gets hit soon as they cum. I never even realized that was happening, until I became um...” Looking down at my pale yellow forehooves, “A pony... girl.”

He chuckles at that, saying, “Yeah I guess it is like an off switch. Just hit the switch and power me down like a robot, right?”

“It’s what I studied,” I reply, rolling my eyes, “Sometimes I think I see everything like a robot.”

“You studied robotics?” he asks curiously.

Blushing, I admit, “No, I never... got that far. Just mechanical engineering. Nothing really... robotic. Bridge designs, and machines and... stuff.”

“And sex,” he adds sagely.

“Not having an off switch is kind of... freaky too,” I admit to him, “When I orgasm, but I still want it, and I could be wiped out from the orgasm but still just desperate to get you to... cum inside.”

“I think girls do have like a... idle... thing, if you actually stop,” Sue says, thoughtfully, “Your arousal gives out soon as you stop y’know... building it up. Just like I felt after I came, I felt like that if I stopped, as a girl. It’s kind of stupid actually, one wrong move and you’re... feeling like a guy who just came.”

“Oh, so it’s like a capacitor!” I declare in surprise, “That makes a lot of sense!”

Sue outright laughs at that.

“Well it’s true,” I grumble with an exasperated scrunch.

“So, yeah I’m kind of...” Sue mumbles, blushing glancing at me, “Glad Lucy let me do that with her, even though I almost made her pregnant. It’s just... so incredible to cum inside a mare, as a guy. Outside of her, it’s just... well.”

“I definitely remember how great it is to cum inside,” I offer cautiously, “And it’s okay to want it, but you still have to... y’know, not do it.”

“So what, I wanna cum inside her, and I just...” he says skeptically.

“You just say holy crap, I want to cum inside you so bad!” I demonstrate loudly, waving a foreleg in a broad arc in front of me, “I wanna make you fat and pregnant by filling you with cum from my dick! “

I drop my hoof then, concluding, “Then you pull out of her, and cum all over her...” right, not human. Uh... “...bottom tits.”

“Just like that, huh,” he says warily.

“Yeah, just do it,” I say excitedly, “That’s how it’ll work. You know you’re gonna thank yourself later. We don’t have any choice over what we want, but we do have a choice over what we do. You don’t have to do what you want to do, even if you really want it.”

“I... oh fuck, I do really want it,” Sue says, squirming his hind legs. “That stupid penis is coming... out again just thinking about it.”

Oh heck it is, just sliding right out between his legs. I-I’m not even horny anymore! Not even Twilight wanted to do it this much! But we don’t... have to. “C’mon, Meadows just a little...” Sue says, pawing at my flank, but I squirm away, saying,

“No, no we don’t have to do it. You have another ...girlfriend.”

Sue bites his lip looking away at that, as all stuffed full of his semen, I tell him passionately, “I wanna see you mounting Mike, and cumming in her.”

“You mean cumming all over her tits,” Sue prompts.

Blushing, I say “Y-yeah. Let’s uh... let’s go find her.”

It doesn’t take long once we get Mike alone. “I don’t know,” she says reluctantly to the proposal, but I assure her,

“Don’t worry he’s your real boyfriend, right? I’ll just... lick you a bit, to get you warmed up.”

Considering it, she says quietly, “...okay.” And looking at Sue with hopeful anxiety as she sometimes does, Mike lifts her red tail for me to get to her furry green hindquarters underneath it. Any reluctance she has to participate washes away as she relaxes into my attentions, palpating her soft, hot, female entrance, preparing her for Sue to enter her. Once she’s drooling all over my nose, panting and staring unabashedly at Sue’s erection hanging between his legs, I know she’s ready.

“Okay, Sue, she’s ready for you,” I tell Sue hopefully, maybe a little guiltily, “Get your... get your penis inside her.”

Mike shows no resistance whatsoever to Sue’s mounting. I walk around as he climbs up on her rump, and the bat pony mare is so adorable, panting there with her auburn eyes full of confused longing. “I can’t believe you used to be a guy, Mike,” I tell her fondly, “Sue’s gonna put his penis in you now, you know.”

“Oh, Sue, you... you’re so heavy. Your penis’s so touching me I–I wanna be a girl,” Mike declares disjointedly, looking back at the redhaired stallion mounting her. “I wanna be a girl, wanna feel it pushing... in. ”

“You’re such a good girl,” I emphasize for her, squirming my legs together while I watch Mike change. Her orangish eyes grow distant, and she gives breathless gasps at the feeling of Sue penetrating her and hilting in her. “You’re beautiful!” I tell her, “A-and Sue’s a beautiful stallion. He’s... he’s breeding you.”

Sue usually lasts longer the second time, giving Holly’s tense need a chance to fade into a relaxed and driven urgency. Soon she stares past me, so determined to mate with this stallion, who’s hunched over her, staring at her, and penetrating her in powerful, delicious thrusts. “S-sue came in me earlier,” I tell Holly, presenting for her, lifting my tail for her, “See? He put it all in there. It’s in there, making me pregnant right now.”

“I want... I wannit,” Holly says between harsh breaths, the bat pony’s green wings half spread with Sue hooking his brown forelegs around her hips behind them. She stares at me with wide eyes as I turn to face her, saying, “I want him to squirt inside. Wanna give birth. I want to feel a baby going into me like a girl!”

“C-cum inside her,” I beg him, rubbing myself as Sue prepares to impregnate Mike just like he impregnated me, “I want you to push it deep and... and cum every drop in her. I wanna see you turn Mike into a mommy. I shouldn’t but I... I can’t help it. Sue, please, please cum... cum inside... her... her... hurrrhhh”

And then I’m swimming in waves of pleasure, the powerful clamps of my vagina making my whole body jerk in place. I fall on my side, curling around my own orgasming belly and my legs are weakly kicking and my breath coming shallow because I can’t stop cumming.”

Bless his heart, Sue manages to pull me out of my delirious bliss, calling out urgently, “Meadowsweet! Look!”

I shakily lift my head, looking at the couple panting, dull-eyed and mating away. “I’m... I’m flaring,” Sue explains urgently, pulling out and in, out and in. “I was gonna cum... outside,” the aroused stallion tells Mike more than me, “But now... I’m not. Mike, I’m gonna... impregnate you. Not gonna pull out. Gonna push it deep and...”

Mike’s soft urgent gasps peak then, and she’s staring forward for a frozen electric moment, before she starts that characteristic twitching and jerking that indicates her vagina is taking her for a ride. Mike shivers there in helpless need, as the red and brown stallion mounting her murmurs, “Can’t stop... you’re making me... gonna...” Sue’s hard short thrusts barely pull out at all and I know what that means.

“P-please...” the red-haired, green batpony mare moans breathlessly, “Do it... deep...” rocking back against him in rhythmic jerks. Then Mike throws her head back and a loud, grateful squeal belts out of her, as her stallion starts ejaculating into her orgasming pussy. Her peeing then looks like an accident, though Mike tells me after sheepishly that she did it deliberately, as a weird way of trying to make room for more semen. But when her hot piss comes streaming out to splatter on the ground below her, from where she’s stretched around him, while inside her Sue’s filling my friend and his girlfriend with sperm, Mike’s face is the purest expression of bliss.

I think that’s why I don’t feel disappointed that Mike got to have him instead of me. He’s definitely enough for both of us, and she’s just so adorable when her desire takes her and she gives in to her longing for semen, despite her impregnation. Sue’s like a sexy god among horses, and I can’t see that when I’m the one being mounted. But seeing him do it to Mike, seeing her pure bliss at being impregnated, seeing the love they share for each other, and for me, it’s almost enough to keep me from sliding underneath the two of them, to caress their joining genitals with my tongue to ensure that Mike has the best time possible. Almost.

It’s hard to believe I’ve only been a pony for a few months, because I just feel so different now. Brian’s right. We have changed, day by day, just having these bodies that respond so differently. But honestly, even with all this weirdness, and perversion, thinking back to my fail of a life as a human, I can’t help but feel like it was a change for the better.

I mean, seriously. I used to think my name was Arnold?

Dawn takes quite a while before her negotiations with the humans come to a head for our little community. Plenty of time for mares such as myself to get good and pregnant, I suppose. I’m being pretty good about it, I mean. Aside from a few... slipups, me and Mike are mostly free of... semen. I should just give up and admit to being pregnant, but some part of me just can’t give up trying to save myself, not until I start getting morning sickness and my... my belly starts swelling.

I’m not getting morning sickness, I mean. It’d just be the first sign of my doom, which may or may not one day appear. Hypothetical morning sickness. I have a few worrisome mornings, but my stomach always feels better after eating some relaxing grass, and it’s p-probably just nerves. So ha ha ha, no morning sickness for me, nope! And I’m not eating especially more food than usual, the way some of the mares around here are.

I think that’s the best... indicator any of us really knows. It’s physically impossible have a baby without using up a lot of energy. The first one I learn about who we’re pretty sure is genuinely pregnant is a mare named Alex. She uh, isn’t one of the lucky ones. A blue/green unicorn with straw yellow hair, she starts coming to me to get some extra... meat.

She isn’t even in the hunting party at first, but she joins, because I think... she has to. I meet her after her first hunt though, when she comes to me while I’m wrinkling my nose at the friggin trench that has to be dug out to get all the blood away from where we’re hanging rabbits, squirrels, and the one small deer who’s still larger than two of me combined. I would’ve liked to see that hunt.

“Hey uh... Meadowsweet?” the unicorn mare known as Alex asks, attracting my attention. She has this scared look in her eyes, the look of a pony who’s not used to killing rabbits.

“Huh, you’re the one who just started hunting. Alex, right?” I ask, amiably, glad for a moment to get away from this stupid meat hanging stuff. I must look absolutely terrible, but she’s got blood on her face too. “How uh... was it?”

“Well, I just... bit it, you know?” she says with a nervous laugh, “I just... had to, and everyone was saying I was really... ruthless and stuff.”

“You don’t seem ruthless to me,” I reply a little warily. She looks more anxious and hurt than cold blooded killer, far as I can tell.

“Yeah I just... really got into it, once we were going. I ate... a lot of it,” she says, blushing and looking away. “It was my first time so I didn’t know I’d just... want it so much.”

I can think of at least three acts that statement would qualify for, but I’m pretty sure she’s still talking about hunting. “It’s okay,” I tell her with a smile, “You brought plenty back today, and I know it tastes best um...” blushing myself, I admit, “...fresh.”

“Yeah, I just...” she toes the ground, angling herself tentatively sideways to me, “I was just wondering i-if I could get a little more?”

“More?” says I, “Even though you already ate a lot?”

“I’ve just been getting really... hungry lately,” she says sounding oddly ashamed in admitting it, “That’s why I... started hunting, because I didn’t want to... I wanted to get enough meat, for a little... extra.”

“Y’know there’s only so much wild game around here,” I tell her critically, “We don’t need more hunters if we run outta rabbits.”

“Y-yeah, just...” toeing the ground, she says, “I think I’m pregnant.”

I have time to blink, before she shoots up to me dangerously close to slicing me with her horn, exclaiming in anxious excitement, “I’ve been getting sick, like really sick in the mornings, like sometimes I don’t even want to get up, b-but then it started going away. And I was just eating and eating grass, and I keep getting hungry for weird stuff like meat and salt and those weird fruits. I’m a guy! I’m not supposed to be this—I don’t really get it, but I think somehow I got...”

“...pregnant,” she concludes more reservedly, stepping back from me.

I blink a second time, before asking with worry, “Are you okay?”

She fidgets at that, tail swishing as she says, “Yeah, I... I feel fine. I’m just a little... scared that I won’t be able to do it.”

“Oh, so you want to do it?” I reply, even though that’s probably too much to hope for.

Except it’s not! “Yeah I...” she says, looking surprised at herself, then down at her hoof in thought. “I’d like to,” she concludes, looking my way with pale red orbs, “I-if it’s possible. I just didn’t think it’d ever be possible.”

“Even if you have to be the child’s mother?” I ask skeptically. “Not her father?”

Alex again hesitates, but says, “No, especially because of that. It’s just really exciting, i-if it’s possible. Do you really think a baby pony could grow inside me?”

“I don’t see why not, if you want that sort of thing,” I reply, a little creeped out even at the thought.

“It’s just so amazing!” she declares, starry eyed, “I can make life inside me! A–a real pony! A person, even! My...” blushing she stammers out, “M-my child, I g-guess, but... I-I mean do you think they’d let me stay a pony?”

“Who?” I ask, quite confused at this point.

“You know, when they figure out how to turn everybody back,” she replies. “If I’m pregnant, then I could stay this way, and I could have a... a daughter I guess, who’s always been a pony! Someone who never transformed. Someone who didn’t even exist until...”

Smiling, Alex says contentedly, “Until Jack made love to me, even though I was a guy, and his seed found my egg.” Blinking a little less serenely, she says in excitement, “I could really have an egg in there! My egg! And it’s a pony now. Or... it could be a pony. I could have eggs in me that turn into... ponies.”

“Yeah, we both could...” I say a little wistfully. She really is excited about this. I wish I could be nearly as keen on my own egg turning into a foal in there.

“Sorry, just...” the dirty straw haired unicorn looks away, mumbling, “I’m not trying to brag. I’m just really... I mean is it okay for me to just... do this?”

“I’m certainly not trying to stop you!” I declare, relatively confidently.

“It’s just I might need to eat more, a-and I want to help out,” she says, conflicted, “I really want to... to do it, if I can. But I might need to eat a little... more.”

Well, she’s happy as a clam to gnaw on some fresh rabbit legs from today. Um... yeah ponies can kind of break bones if they worry at it carefully enough. “Mmm, than’ you,” she says, chewing the... the bones sideways in her teeth with a blissful expression on her face. Once she’s finished um... sucking on them, I show her where we’re putting the leftovers, which is quite a ways away actually for safety reasons. While I load my... back up with discarded intestines and stuff, she floats the remains of her rabbit’s legs in her magic alongside her while we walk together.

“I haven’t told anybody,” Alex says solemnly, “I only told you because, w-well you kind of had access to the meat and...” again laughing nervously, she continues, “But I think I can tell people that I... want to try this, if I can.”

“You do know that you’ll have to give birth,” I caution her, “You’ve heard how much that hurts, right?”

“Yeah but, just... imagining it is k-kind of incredible,” Alex sort of agrees, “I know it would hurt but man. I never even had this thing in me before. I could just be laying there, and a... a baby pony comes out of it! My baby pony!”

Blushing at that, I stammer, “We-well yeah that sounds... weird, but fun. I mean imagining how hard you’d be pushing...”

“It’d hurt, but I’d be ready for it,” she replies dreamily, “I’m a girl now. My whole body’s designed to give birth. I’d feel just perfect, just... doing what I need to do.”

“You do make it sound pretty good,” I sigh with my head sank low from blushing shyness, “It’ll happen to all of us, whether we like it or not, so...” Giving her an uneasy smile, I conclude, “I should make the most of it, I guess?”

Alex’s ears go down at that, though, not up. “I wish I could have your foals,” she says sympathetically, then blinks, then blurts out, “Wait no, that sounded a lot less weird in my head.”

While I stubbornly force my ears up again and look her way curiously, she says, “I feel so bad wanting this, because there’s so many of us who don’t. And they’ll be forced to have kids, and I just wish... I wish only the ones who are stupidly in love with the idea like me, would be the only ones who have to do it.

“I never made love, as a man,” she adds, looking forward, lost in thought. “I just... couldn’t bear to do that to a girl. But now that it could happen to me, I’m just... totally okay with it. Is it because I got turned into a girl?”

“Can’t be,” I tell her confidently, “Because if that was all it took, then every girl pony here would feel like you do.”

A more few paces to the midden heap, and she asks shyly, “You don’t?”

I have to think on the reply, because I do feel a lot... a lot different from how I felt about childbirth before, but if anything, the opposite is true for me.

“When I was a man,” I say, “It felt like the greatest thing in the world would be if a woman carried my... child, and let me start... I dunno, living a normal life, as a father, like my father.”

Screwing up my muzzle in confusion, I have to add, “Though my father didn’t really lead a normal life, but you know what I mean.”

“I... think so,” she says hesitantly, “I felt the same way, just didn’t feel like I could do that, if I wasn’t the one... making the baby.”

“Well, now when I think about it, it seems silly,” I say, a blush creeping onto my face, “The... woman I loved was just... all in my head. I know how girls really feel now, since I kinda have had to be one for the last few months, and they’re... we’re not these... perfect beings who deign to allow the mere mortal males to fertilize their wombs.”

She giggles at my ironic tone.

“I just... never got it through my head that girls were people,” I tell her with a shake of my head, “I thought they just... had no trouble with pregnancy, just took it so gracefully. I respected them so much, but I didn’t think about how they’d... get horny just like me, and get scared just like me. And actually like um...

“...guys,” I squeak.

“So now that you do...” Alex prompts hopefully.

“Now, I know I’d never do that to a girl, because being pregnant is terrifying,” I say, letting my head sink again.

“Oh,” she says softly, looking at me silently, as I try not to look all that glum about it.

“Yes, it’s terrible, but... what can you do,” I say with resignation, “I’ll just have to... to try to make it hurt as little as possible. I p-probably won’t find any way to abort until I get really pregnant and it’s too late.”

Resentment and sorrow fill me as I stare groundwards, not even sure how I feel about being forced to give birth. About discovering that girls are forced to give birth, and sometimes it’s not something they want. I just thought they always... chose to keep the baby, because they loved it. But I don’t know if I could ever do that!

After a speechless pause, Alex says in wide-eyed shock, “You’d do that to your baby?”

Giving Alex a bewildered look, I exclaim worriedly, “Do what?”

“You’d... terminate your pregnancy?” she asks timidly, looking warily towards me as we continue to walk alongside each other.

“I... yeah, I thought I’d feel bad about it as a girl,” I reply, looking forward again, “But it’s making me want to abort even more! When I was a guy, I didn’t have to deal with... with actually having this t-thing growing in me. Now it’s my belly getting pregnant and I don’t... wanna.”

“Well it’s just many p-people think it’s like... killing the baby,” Alex says mutedly, casting her eyes down.

“Alex...” I say, sparing her a testy glance, “You’re carrying half of a dead rabbit in your magic. We’re covered in blood right now.”

Technically I’m more covered in blood as I was just hanging them. She’s just got blood on her hooves and snout.

Blinking at the rabbit legs floating beside her almost as if in surprise, Alex blushes and sort of... floats them behind her neck, as if to hide them from my sight, saying, “Well it’s... different because ponies are sentient, and can think like humans.”

“They don’t start out sentient,” I reply, shrugging my tail, “If my pregnancy got that far, then I’d have to figure out how to... give birth.”

She blinks at me blankly, so I add, “You know, when their brain grows enough that they start moving around and kicking and stuff? Brian said that only happens way at the end of pregnancy.”

“Oh,” she replies in understanding, if not agreement, “So... before that you don’t think they’re...”

“...smarter than rabbits?” I say with another shruggy tail flip. “It is a shame to have to abort, but... I’m just not ready to be a parent.”

“So why don’t you just stop...” she looks at me.

I look at her.

She snorts a laugh, saying, “Sorry, stupid question.”

We dump the carcass, and the giblets I was carrying on my back, that smear on me so unpleasantly as they fall into the midden heap. We’re just gonna bury this whole thing once it gets full, big pit full of nasty stuff even ponies won’t eat. At least it’s all 100% organic!

“You could put your foal up for adoption?” Alex suggests cautiously, as we walk away from all that awful shit. I lift my ears again, looking over at my new and worried friend, complete with potential foal inside.

“But if I didn’t, then you’d be able to have another baby instead, Alex,” I reply with an amused nicker. “Didn’t you just say you wanted to have all my babies?”

“That’s not... hmph...” she says, blushing furiously and facing forward.

And what do you know, a scrunchy face is pretty adorable!

So join our pregnant, meat hunting, fruit growing ...group of ponies, Dawn once again descends from the sky. She comes to us with news from the highest echelons in the world. Dawn had told us stories thus far, of towns gone silent, and highways hopelessly choked with wrecked and abandoned cars. Of people lost and afraid, not even realizing what happened to them, until they saw another former human being, and knew what they had become.

The vast majority of the world had, of course, not even heard of the television show until now. But we’re obviously equine in appearance, so when you find yourself transformed into this toe-footed, colorful furred, winged or horned beast, sometimes you have to see another such beast to realize just what animal it is that you resemble.

But tonight, Dawn brought us no tales of confusion and woe. She brought us news of a visit from the President!

“Why would the President want to speak to us?” a soft, deep voiced stallion asks.

After everypony and their pony mother hears of Dawn’s new revelation, we’re soon gathered around Dawn, in the light of our nightly campfire (or batfire as Mira likes to call it) as Dawn explains and answers our questions.

“The president has a bunch of humans still working for him,” Dawn explains, “He got caught by the light, but... actually I don’t know what kind of pony he turned into.”

“How about sex?” calls out a voice in the crowd.

“That’s what she said!” calls out another voice mirthfully.

“I haven’t... met the president myself,” Dawn says, flustered as a pretty orange haired green/blue pegasus mare can be. “But my commanding officer has spoken with him, and I’ve talked with some secret service agents, who said that the president wants to arrange a meeting.”

“Why?” whines some filly in the crowd.

“To learn from us!” Dawn says excitedly, “We’re the only people in the world right now who got any training at being a pony. Even if Twilight sold us short, she had to teach us something.

“She taught us magic,” Patricia announces, from off to the side.

“Yes, magic!” Dawn says in relief, “The stuff we learned, other people are barely even aware of! Nobody even knows about cloud manipulation, but we needed to know that, to clear the clouds for her er... spell.”

Dawn’s ears tilt down a bit, as she says, “So we could use those skills, to help people.”

“What, open a portal to Equestria?” a colt in the crowd squeals crabbily.

“No, to change the weather, and... and unicorns!” she states anxiously, “We’re the only ones who know magic. If we could teach even a little bit, then we could help get people back on their feet.”

“They’d rather break our wings!” an angry mare calls out.

“No, I swear he... we aren’t going to do that any more!” Dawn protests desperately,

“We don’t even have feet anymore!” a stallion protests in frustration.

Dawn’s speech kind of dissolves into ponies grumbling at each other all around in soft argumentative mutters, while Dawn backs off, tail drooping, ending the impromptu speech.

“Okay, okay!” Patricia calls out, strutting forward to take Dawn’s place before the fire, “So how are we gonna do this, safely, and carefully, in a way that everyone’s okay with? Any ideas?”

Several ponies raise their forelegs.

Dawn’s convoy rolls to a stop, with Dawn alighting on the roof behind the cab of the frontmost vehicle towering high above us. We were going to greet them face-to-face with a few of our number, but at the first sign of movement within the trucks we all just panicked and scattered, hiding behind what cover we could find in this forested area, peering warily out from the bushes.

From out of the vehicle in that convoy of vehicles on that lonely asphalt road, steps a human being. This must be one of the humans that Dawn was talking about. His booted foot hits the earth, followed by a second one, and no more besides those two. He doesn’t say a word at how all us little ponies are staring at him from the bushes alongside the road, but walks to the back of the vehicle, where he opens the doors with a clunk, letting a pony cautiously clamber their way out the back.

The rest of us are cautiously edging back onto the road, generally blushing with embarassment for having thought that there were going to be a ton of humans. Several ponies are coming out of the second car behind the armored truck, to flank the first pony heading our way: a peachy orange furred earth pony, with soft purple tresses, and really pink eyes. She looks... tired.

“I’m sorry this couldn’t be under better circumstances,” she says in a melodious voice, with a sad smile, “It was unforgivable what those men did to you, in our country’s name, and I would like to offer my deepest apologies.”

Author's Notes:

Okay... another chapter with no comments at all. And this one’s gotta be the most boring chapter yet. I wonder if I can beat my record, with three chapters in a row without any comments. That’d add up to 8 out of the 18 chapters so far!