My newfound sexuality is just totally out of control. Once again, I’ve rationally and logically come to understand that doing crazy, weird sexual stuff is not in my best interests. And once again, I’m just going to do it anyway. It’s terrifying, but somehow exhilirating. I want this. I actually want this. Him.

Him, being Rachel, an orange and blue earth pony stallion, who I’ve had the misfortune to become friends with. Since I seem to want to fuck every stallion that I get to know.

It all makes total sense to me, except I can’t trust what makes sense to me, since I’m in an altered state of mind, namely horny. I would surely be able to see how senseless it is, if I wasn’t squirming at the thought of him mounting me, if my stupid, tingly vagina wasn’t getting all wet and winky, and making me want it so much. I’m not winking winking, but thinking about fucking him, I feel like I... could be getting aroused, pretty soon, and fast.

I’m trying to be faithful to Sue, as faithful as one can be to a stallion who’s fucking two mares, but I just... find the other stallions so nice, and a-attractive, I guess. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be attracted to in male horses. There’s just something about them, great and small, winged or otherwise. Maybe it’s just the penis. Maybe it’s the abstract potential to get mounted and plowed. It’s just that the more I get to know a stallion, the more it feels... safer when I’ve got his penis inside me. Just more of those instincts to impregnate myself, I suppose.

Well, it’s probably a good idea to avoid stallions altogether when I’m feeling... frisky, but most of the time it’s perfectly safe. There aren’t many stallions, and there are a lot of mares, so most of the stallions I’m with are all tapped out, even if I try to get them to have their way with me. Nick’s not really fucking me anymore, so he doesn’t count. I only have one accident with Rachel, well okay two accidents.

...three accidents.

It’s just so amazing that I can ask Rachel, “So... you wanna take a walk sometime?” and before you know it, we’re off somewhere fucking like rabbits. It’s so wonderfully spontaneous, and makes me feel so secure. But how do I explain that to Sue? I want more mistakes to happen. What is wrong with me?

I mean, it’s not like I’m feeling pressured into it. Rachel’s not quite as enthusiastic to be a stallion as Sue, so there isn’t a lot of pressure for me to raise my tail, and it’s not like I’m just shoving my butt into Rachel’s face. It just sort of happens naturally. The first time we ever have sex, Rachel and I are alone, chatting as we walk along the outskirts of town. I’m busy thinking about how intriguing it is to see his muscles move beneath his coat, as his powerful legs propel him alongside me, when he says,

“Well, you got quiet. Whatcha thinking about?”

And of course I’m practically staring at his flank when he asks. Blushing horribly and tearing my eyes away, I stare forward, stammering, “Uh... I... that is... nothing much just... things.”

Since I haven’t actually had sex with him, at this point. Just to be clear.

Rachel doesn’t reply, and I’m afraid he saw me looking, and knows how melty I’m feeling back between my hind legs. I’m frightened how aware I feel, of the lack of a penis on my part, and the presence of his. I feel like a girl next to this stallion, a girl he could be fucking. If he finds out I’m feeling this way, I don’t know what he’ll think of me! If he finds out how much I want his tool, how much I think about him fucking me every time we walk together...

“Y’know it’s okay if you were thinking about me,” he says in an amused tone, and I turn to look at him in surprise.

“You’re not upset?” I say without thinking, then blushing again, I turn away saying, “Uh, because I was, y’know... thinking. About you.”

“I think it’s kinda cute, actually,” he says, still smiling as he catches my gaze with those rose red eyes. They’re warm and loving, and... they match.

“Our eyes match!” I say in surprise, trying not to blush when I say, “That’s what I was... what I’m thinking about.”

His eyebrow raises, and he says, “I don’t think you were looking at my eyes.”

Absolutely abashfully, I mumble, “It’s just a female thing, just... I mean everyone has muscles, I just like... thinking about... yours.”

Smooth as silk.

“I bet you get a lot of girls thinking that about you,” I groan guiltily, hanging my head. “S-sorry...”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says, in a warm tone that perks my ears up. “I mean, I’m just a little surprised.” As I risk looking his way again, Rachel continues, “It’s really impressive you could say that. You’re a lot braver than I was. Y’know... as a girl.”

“Still hard to believe that half of the girls at Bronycon turned into stallions,” I grumble, maybe a little resentfully, “So unfair.”

“It’s fine, really,” he assures me, “And I don’t have any problem if you used to be a guy.”

“You don’t?” I ask in surprise, looking solidly his way, “Lots of people don’t... really like it. I mean, it’s wrong that a guy can just... be like this. Guys can’t be expected to do the right thing as a girl. I can’t just do whatever I want with a girl’s body, even if it’s my own body. ”

“You didn’t ask for this any more than I did,” he says persistently, keeping pace with me, and not even showing a hint of resentment in his eyes, that I got to have the vagina he lost. “It’s totally fine if you wanna act like a girl,” he says, “And if you wanna act like a guy, because I’m too clueless to be one myself, then go ahead. Ask me out, or whatever.”

Smiling and relaxing, I say, “It’s nice to know you’re okay with it, Rachel. It really is hard to get used to being on the other side sometimes I think, for the both of us.”

He nods at that, regarding me silently for a while, before saying with a small grin, “So, you were checking me out, huh?”

Blushing and unrelaxing, I say, “Well, yes, but it was just um... mare... instincts or whatever. N-nothing serious, I mean, just naturally um... thinking about... it.”

“You wanna do it?” he replies slyly.

Holy heck yes. I should tell him I have a boyfriend. I really should. I shouldn’t get this stallion up inside me and cumming. He might even think that the foal I give birth to is his, and that’d be... terrible. I’m not really a girl, and I shouldn’t lift my tail for every stallion who so much as smiles at me! Girls don’t do that!

“Well I wouldn’t...” I cautiously say, “Say... no. I-if you wanted to.”

I am a horrible person.

Rachel looks around furtively, then pauses, tossing his nose off in a certain direction and saying, “C’mon, let’s go in that lot over there. Nobody’s gonna be there shopping for cars I don’t think.”

“We—we shouldn’t,” I hastily tell the handsome bluehead, and I’m so eager to use my baby-making equipment, it’s hard to even say those words. Why is this making me so turned on?!

“Look, Meadowsweet, I... want it,” Rachel says, giving me a soulful look. Or horny. Horny and soulful are very similar looks. “And I don’t know if you have a guy to... do it with. I mean if you do, it’s fine.”

“Y-you realize what you’re wanting, right?” I tell him desperately, fidgeting on my hooves, “You want it, but what about... what about me? You really want to be a father? H-how many mares are you making a mother?”

I’m not chiding him. It makes me want him more.

Rachel blushes at that, and says quietly, “I know it’s wrong. I’ve... I do want to impregnate you, and it’s stupid, but it’s true. I’ve impregnated... f-four girls so far.” At my look of alarm, he says, “Not impregnated impregnated! Just... rolled the dice. I didn’t know being a guy would make me not even... care if you got pregnant, as long as I got to put this thing inside.”

He sways sideways, and oh he’s out. He’s... He’s sort of splotchy like Sue, but in the color of his fur, a warm, sandy orange, that quickly transitions to the pink of his tip. Just like I’m pink, in-between my legs.

“It feels so good!” he says entreatingly, giving me a strained look, giving me something to gaze at besides his bobbing shaft, and those smooth, round, shapely balls dangling behind it.

“Girls are so hot and wet in there,” Rachel confesses, “I–I can’t even describe how wonderful it feels. It takes me over, turns me into a man. I think about your... belly getting bigger, and about you being all achy and tired, and h-having a child who’s a pony, who thinks I’m his... dad. I can make you a mom with this thing, and I still wanna do it. I even think about you going into labor, and I still just... want to pull you close, and cum inside. It’s hard to care about anything else.”

“I... kind of know how you feel,” I tell him honestly, “It’s hard to care if I get pregnant too. I just wanna lift my tail and... get you inside me, and that’s all I can think about. I don’t want to give birth, but I’d just let it happen if I could... feel that. W-what if I said I had a b-boyfriend already?”

Rachel looks at me warily a moment. “He... wouldn’t have to... god, now I’m trying to get girls to cheat!” he groans, looking away.

“It’s okay, I... don’t have a boyfriend,” I lie with a weak smile, “Even if I did, it wouldn’t be cheating, s-since I didn’t sign a... a contract or anything. I just... maybe... want... you instead, f-for now.”

Looking at me, Rachel says sorrowfully, “You should go to him. Let him put a baby in you. I can find other girls. I don’t know why I wanted to... do you more.”

He walks off and my heart’s aching for him, so I follow, and Rachel looks back at me then.

“If you... follow me,” he says with an unreadable expression on his face, “Then I’ll get up on your back, and fuck you until I cum. S-so don’t, unless you’re ready for that.”

“Y-yeah it’d be a bad idea,” I agree, standing there mid-stride, “So go ahead and go. I can go find... the guy I’m supposed to be fucking.”

He walks off then, and I... continue to follow him. Looking back, his eyes widen, and I give a nervous laugh, lifting a yellow furred forearm to my chest/shoulders. “G-guess we’re doing it anyway,” I tell him jokingly.

Rachel looks my way for a moment, but doesn’t answer in words. He just continues walking, and I follow behind, ultimately coming up beside him, as we go to do something totally wrong and forbidden. It seems so nonchalant just... walking next to this big, orange stallion, like he’s not gonna be fucking me into the ground.

He casually mentions as we walk, “I like how my hooves hook around a mare’s hips. That way I can hold you against me, and cum inside even if you’re trying to get away.”

“That’s... terrible,” I tell him, blushing heavily, “I... like that too. If you just hold me close and just pump it all into me.“

“I feel like such a jerk,” he groans, staring fixedly at the rear I’ve brought into his view by trotting ahead, “I’m so horny though, and you don’t care how badly I n-need to be in a vagina. You’re just gonna let me...”

“Go inside my vagina,” I offer, feeling wonderful and terrible for winking at him and murmuring boldly, “Ejaculate,” At his intake of breath, I add, “I’m so horny I’m gonna stand there, and let you hold my hips, and just keep cumming inside.”

“You’re really beautiful, Meadowsweet,” Rachel tells me, looking at me adoringly as I fall back alongside him, “I never felt this way about girls when I was one. This penis really makes me want it though. You’re just so cute and... smooth, and round. You’re gonna get fat and pregnant, and I really wanna see you like that.”

“My female instincts make me like you, too,” I tell him hungrily, “You’re larger, and you’re really nice, and... the fact that you want it makes it kind of... really sexy. When I’m horny, I start thinking about giving birth, just pushing a foal out of my vagina. And you wanna do that to me. I just wanna spread my legs and give birth, and you’re totally cool with that.”

I look his way with worried hope. Rachel says, “Yeah, maybe not giving birth, but... wanting to give birth is just totally sexy. I wanna put a foal in you, and you wanna give birth to it. That’s just...”

“I–I’m dripping at the thought of it,” I admit honestly, because damn it’s going down the inside of my hind leg, “Of giving birth for you. I can’t even think straight. Can’t think of anything when I’m like this, but your penis, and your cum, and giving birth.”

“T-the hornier you get, the more beautiful you are,” he says tensely, “You’re not even scared anymore, you’re just this... female, who wants my baby. I wanna rut you right here like this, but we’re almost there.”

“Let’s hurry,” I whine, rubbing against him, “I wanna be this horny when you have sex with me. When you cum inside in me, and make me pregnant, I wanna want it so bad. My... m-my horse pussy is even winking, and I love needing it so bad.”

“Just hold tight, soon as we get some cover, I’ll totally cum inside,” he replies.

Rachel hurriedly leads us into a used car lot, guilty, but at the same time eager. It’s an out of the way spot, just out on the asphalt shaded by a tall fence.

I’m almost dancing on my hooves there, saying, “So, so you’re gonna...” I hardly have to turn my overeager rear his way, before Rachel is mounting up on me. My tail fights its way to the side, exposing me to him. He’s gonna!

Staring forward at the intense... passion of being weighed down like this, I hear Rachel say, “Yeah, I’m... I’m ready.”

He slaps my belly with it, and I whine, “Nnh... get your penis inside me!”

“You’re gonna have my baby,” he says, pulling back to press it right into my sweet spot, parting my folds with the tip of his shaft, “Gonna cum inside you so hard.”

“This is so wrong...” I moan, stomping a hind hoof anxiously as between my legs, my nethers spread and stretch, and he pushes deeper and deeper.

“Oh god my penis... have—have to get it in you,” he says urgently, humping to shove into me as far as possible, “Gonna... gonna fuck you’re so wet.”

“I’mma female,” I moan, arching my back at the feel of a stallion’s penis up deep in my piked hips, “I’m getting wet making babies for you. Making you cum in me!”

He just starts fucking me then, and I could care less for niceties at this point, but not much less. Sweat trickles down my sides as we stand there in the bright summer heat, just mindlessly mating. His thrusts slide within me, rocking me forward, and that’s all I care about. That passage in my rear, that he’s gonna cum inside.

We don’t do anything creative, just thrust together however Rachel thinks’ll make him cum the fastest. You’d think I would get tired of this repetitive thrusting, but I can’t get enough of it. Rachel does have a different... pace than Sue, and he’s much thicker, stretching me all around, especially when he flares.

He shoves deep eventually and refuses to thrust. I can feel his penis smushing up against my deepest, most inward parts, right where he’s gonna cum in me. Teeth clenched, I groan furiously, “You’re gonna cum. ” His penis kicks, spurting a strong shot of semen up deep within me. “Oh god Rachel, cum as hard as you can!” I gasp, “It’s filling meee~!”

He doesn’t reply in words, just grips me close, and cums as deep in me as he can get. I’m standing on four hooves, turning my tail aside, hunching low with my thick neck, so eager to get pregnant I might as well have been born a girl. Rachel’s inside me, and he’s impregnating me. He’s a father, and I’m a mommy. I’m gonna make his baby!

...

I pose before Rachel coyly, after he’s pulled out of me, his copious seed flowing out between my legs. “That was wrong,” I coo at him, drunk with the feeling of what we did, still quivering from an orgasm singing from my loins. “I’monna have your baby now,” I say, facing this wonderful stallion feeling like I just won the lottery.

Touching a hoof to my cheek, he says, “Oh man, that was... you’re fucking gorgeous, Meadowsweet.”

“I’m gonna fuck my boyfriend,” I tell him dizzily, “And he won’t know... that your seed’s in there, making me pregnant with your foal.”

Rachel leans forward and kisses me. I’m a girl, I’m a pony, my womb is full of his cum, and everything is wonderful.

“I am such an idiot,” I moan.

“You’re not an idiot,” the orange furred, blue-haired father of my children maybe says, in an appeasing tone. “You were just... vulnerable, and I just... took advantage of you.”

“I don’t have any right to be a woman. My kids are gonna have the worst mom ever!”

“You’d...” Rachel winces, “Probably make a good mom? Y-you know how it feels, since you used to be a guy. I just... anyone looks really motherly when you’re about to make them one!”

“See, even you agree!” I gripe at him, kicking my legs up from where I’m laying and/or having a temper tantrum, next to the bucket of water we’ve been trying to use to clean our groins. Of course mine keeps on leaking. How are you supposed to cheat on someone, if you can’t even clean up the evidence? Oh god did I just cheat on Sue? Oh god did I just cheat on Nick? Oh god I’ve been cheating on Twilight this whole time! I’ve been fucking stallions and she never broke up with me! Or... I suppose she did, implicitly, when she broke up with... all of us. But still! What kind of a monster am I?!

Rachel waits for me to finish with my Rarity impression, then says, “It’s gonna be fine. We just have to clean you off, and never speak of this again.”

“You know what happens to people who cheat?” I whine furiously to Rachel, “STDs, that’s what!”

“Listen, I am absolutely positively sure I didn’t give you an STD,” Rachel says tiredly, “Unless children count as an STD. Did you give me an STD?”

“N-no, I didn’t,” I tell him insecurely, “But what about the next woman?”

“I dunno about the next woman,” Rachel says, staring at his forehooves. “I’ve just been sort of... asking women, because I could... you know how we can smell, when you’re uh...”

“...yeah, but couldn’t you just go back to the ones you’ve already made love with?” I ask, squeezing the water from a sponge off over my groin. It’s cool against my nethers, but it’s summer, so it’s not bad. His semen’s inside me...

“Like you?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I say, “N-no like people who don’t already have... someone. I mean... I do have a boyfriend, but please don’t spread it around. I’m kind of ...shy about it.”

“So you can cheat more?” he asks resentfully.

“No, no it’s just...” Pee. “Complicated. You knew I had a boyfriend, I mean, didn’t you? I’m pretty bad at keeping it a secret.”

“Y-yeah, but by then I was too horny to care,” he glumly replies.

If it seems unlikely that in our dearth of pony males, I’d be getting fucked by Sue and Rachel, and Nick, I would heartily agree. If it seems unlikely one day when Rachel and I retreat from the used car lot, dissheveled, unsteady, laughing together, that staring us in the face would be a gigantic cow, I would have to disagree, because cows are starting to get everywhere.

As tasty as they smell, it’s kind of intimidating to see one of those giant behemoths devouring someone’s vegetable garden. Because what do you do, lead them away from the food they want to eat? One cow’s head is practically the size of an entire pony!

So that’s why I’m kind of surprised one day, when Janice trots up to me, saying, “Hey Meadowsweet. Wanna go round up some cows?”

I look up from my important task of nibbling out junk from my tail, asking warily,

“...how?”

“...with a rope?” she suggests. Tapping with a forehoof the deep purple horn atop her pink-maned head, Janice says, “I’ve got this, but you’re gonna want to use a rope.”

“Okay, seriously, is this a joke?” I ask her, standing fully, or as fully as a quadrupedal animal can. “Those things are gigantic! It’d just drag me around like a little dolly!”

Janice asks thoughtfully, “Huh, have you seen us rounding up cows yet?”

Some time later, I’m staring in astonishment, as an earth pony, just an earth pony, tosses a loop of rope into the air with a swing of their head, and it descends right around the neck of a cow. Too busy destroying some tomatoes, the cow doesn’t even notice this, until the little yellow earth pony bites down on the end of the rope, and starts walking away with it. The cow lowws then, and its head twists in the direction of the pony with her hooves planted in the ground. It tries to turn back, but she uh... holds on harder to the spot she’s standing at, and twists her own neck, to yank the cow along.

Then it turns its whole body in the other direction, in an unconcerned manner. The mare stays planted, but slides backwards through the dirt towards the cow. Then she pulls the cow’s head in her direction again, stepping forward with tense determination, as the cow rears up a little and crashes in her direction. Somehow, impossibly, the little mare fights on equal footing with this cow, trying to yank the cow in the direction she wants it to go, and not entirely failing to do so!

“Liwl helf hewe!” she shouts, and a few unicorns go trotting up to either side of the cow. Then one’s horn glows, and then a bright spark incandesces from the cow’s giant butt, to the ground. The cow rolls its eyes and lowws again, trying to turn around, but the earth pony is adamant, and one more snapping spark, and the cow steps forward, having very few options at that point.

Seeing the cow is just docilely following along behind the tiny little earth mare is like a kitten leading an elephant. That’s not the insane thing about all this though. The insane thing is I think I can see how she did all that! It wasn’t that she was stronger than the cow, it was... this... obvious thing that I don’t have words for. The mare was just more connected with the ground, as if the cow were floating a foot in the air, even though I know both cow and mare had all four hooves planted.

So I ask her about it.

“Here, try pretending I’m a cow!” the earth pony mare named Brisket tells me afterwards, throwing me a rope. “See if you can get that loop around my neck.”

I’m... pretty bad at lassoing at first, but after an afternoon of practice, I figure it out. It’s not as hard as I thought, and I can do it pretty reliably. It’s really just a sine wave, the energy transmitting down the rope. So by figuring out the waveform that’ll get the loop at the end to snap up into the air and go soaring around the other mare’s neck, it’s pretty straightforward.

So I take the... morning shift there, doing patrols around the town’s edge, to drive off any cows coming near, or to respond to distressed ponies, going into the town to lead a cow to the outskirts. I do pretty good, I have to say. There’s only one time I get trampled, when they zap the cow at just the wrong time, and next thing I know a giant hoof is crushing my ribcage to the dirt as the cow just lumbers over me and beyond.

“Are you okay???” Janice says, running up to me in fright.

“Never better,” I groan, never better for a pony whose face was shoved in the dirt at least.

I climb to my hooves carefully, and thankfully I relaxed when the cow walked over me, so there are a few really sore spots, but no broken skin or bones or anything. Nevertheless, I am not repeating that little stunt, keeping my attention solidly focused on the cow I’m leading from then on. But other than that brush with disaster, all I have to do is just... bear down and pull. For all their size, cows aren’t nearly as strong as I thought they were, and all I have to do is dig my hooves into the packed soil in order to practically drag the big bovine around.

That’s all kind of mind blowing, but if it seems unlikely that my mind is on cows, rather than getting rutted, I would definitely have to agree. I try my best, but... Rachel, Rachel, Rachel.

“Oh my fucking god, Meadowsweet, your tongue is h-holy crap,” Rachel says, during mistake number 3, as I stroke his thick, throbbing member the safe way. I want it inside me so bad. I lip all along the side, dragging my tongue all around the musky, wonderful, male shaft. I’m dripping between my legs, squirming at the aching emptiness. I need his cum inside me. I take it into my mouth, he shoves it deeper,

I fall on my haunches as he rears over me, planting on the wall, shoving needily deep into my mouth. I bet my mouth feels amazing to him, and all I feel is this penis shoving into my throat, I need more! I-I can’t, I’m gonna get pregnant! I need to use only my mouth, as is safe, jamming my hoof between my legs. Oh god I could just stand up, and sit on this penis, and get pregnant.

My forehooves pull myself up his barrel chest, his dick that I need between my legs sliding out of my mouth. It’s gonna happen, I’m gonna do it. I can’t let him waste it by cumming outside me! I wanna feel good too! “Meadowsweet we shouldn’t,” he says, as I rub my tingling labia along his shaft, determined to get this stallion inside me.

“I’m gonna get pregnant,” I groan. He’s sliding into me, yessss! No! He rears up away from the wall, sliding out. I need him! I push his chest as he’s balanced on two legs, and he falls to his haunches, then continues to fall to thump onto his back away from the wall. I fall with him, climbing up on his beautiful, orange chest, sliding my stupid needy slimy vulva along his shaft again.

“Gonna just push it in,” I gush indulgently, standing up, using a yellow furred forehoof to tilt the fleshy shaft above his chest, aligning his semen hole with my foal cunt, then sinking down on it, filling my need, “Just... like... this.” And just like that, he’s balls deep in me, the urge to fuck him overwhelming.

I flex my legs to slide him gloriously out, then relax to push him into me. He can hardly thrust on his back like this, but I might as well have been born a man, for how eagerly I slide his pole in and out. “You’re gonna cum every drop’n me,” I tell him with a giddy grin like a kid in a candy shop, pushing him down, sliding up and down around his penis, enticing him to cum in me. “Gonna give birth to your foal.”

“I’m gonna empty my balls into you,” he growls in response, his forehooves clamped to my heaving hips.

With those fertile orbs ready to pump sperm into me, I cum like a lost puppy, trying in vain to keep humping him even as the orgasm takes me. “I have to keep... moving...” I whine, trembling as my clenching hips sink against his, “I have to nnnhhh!” a burst of cum floods into me. “Oh god,” I whisper in relief, hunched over him as his penis steadily pulses inside my orgasming cunt. “I love your cum...” I purr, filling up with his children.

We lay together, quiet and still. I’m straddled on top of him, his penis still there filling my vagina. I feel like his semen’s making me pregnant right now. With a tinge of regret in my voice, I murmur to Rachel, “I don’t think oral’s gonna work, either.”

In mock surprise, he replies, “You think?”

It’s fine. Everything’s fine. So I’m fucking him and Sue and everypony’s cumming inside me. Not their fault I’m so horny for it. It’s Twilight Sparkle’s fault. Life goes on, and I’m not sure if it’s Rachel, Nick, or... probably Sue. Either way, it kind of sort of happens. You know... it.

One morning I wake up feeling really nauseous. You’d think getting pregnant, you’d want to eat more, not less. But even beef it’s just... bleh. My stomach just feels weird, like there’s something... spreading out from somewhere deep in my abdomen. My womb’s taking me over I guess, activated by that particular little speck we like to call a zygote.

It’s... not as bad as it could be, I suppose. Of course I’m totally terrified and depressed and actually not wanting sex and all sorts of weird stuff like that. After a week though it sort of... eases off a little, and I’m feeling... normal, just my belly feels strangely special somehow. I know exactly how though, because of what I’ve been doing with stallions the past months. My appetite comes back with a vengeance, and I just can’t deny what’s happening to me. It might not be pregnancy, but it just... is. I just know it somehow.

Rachel and I kind of get in an argument then, because he thinks Sue’s gonna dump me once he finds out, that Sue’s just using me as a spare, and I know that’s not true! Is it? Plus (I tell Rachel) this foal could be his as much as Sue’s, so why’s he not dropping me like Vinyl and her bass? And then he says he feels like he’s the spare, and that I don’t even care if he gets offended, so that’s why I told him, not Sue. But it’s not! So he stomps off in a huff, and I stomp off in a huff, and then I feel... terrible that night.

“I’m pregnant, and Sue’s just using me, and Rachel’s an idiot,” I sob miserably to myself into the dog bed that I’ve scavenged for sleeping in. Because it’s all true, and I don’t care how insulted Twilight Sparkle was at sleeping in it: these things are f-ing comfortable. Especially when your belly’s sore, because you couldn’t stop being stupid, and you want to fuck your friend, but you don’t even know what you’re going to do about having three boyfriends.

Without any answers, I fall restlessly asleep. And the next day, I wake up with the charlie horse of the century, hardly even able to straighten out from my curled up position. Massaging my legs, and... then my abdomen, I moan, “Pregnancy suuuuuucks,” quietly to myself. The cramps ease off after a while, into some sort of undulating flutters that... feel weird, but don’t really hinder me much as I walk around for the day.

But I’m sure it’ll hinder me a lot, when I start showing. I don’t know what to do about it, and eleven months is a long time, but I’m on a countdown now! It’s just gonna keep growing in me! If I can’t figure out how to abort, I guess I’m just gonna give birth, and then everything I care about now won’t matter, because I’ll only live for my child. It feels like the last year of my life.

Not to say I spend that whole year moping about how my life’s basically over. It’s hard to be upset after a lunch of a carrot, steamed peas, a really salty beef strip, and the green grass that Mike and I are lying on, after we grazed to our heart’s content.

I know I’m supposed to be a predator and all, but I think this is the least amount of meat that’s ever been in my diet. It’s like I want a ham sandwich, but I want two thirds of it to be lettuce and cucumbers, with grass instead of bread. Why are ponies so vicious, if we’re eating even less meat than a human being? I’ve never heard of a vegan going nuts and hunting squirrels with their teeth. At least... not one who wasn’t a crazy psycho.

I actually don’t know what vegans do for protein. Tofu, or something like that? Would ponies stop hunting squirrels if we had tofu to eat? What the heck is tofu made out of, anyway? Whatever it is, it’s some seriously scientifically processed space food, so we’re not gonna be getting any growing in our gardens.

“Have you thought of any good names?” I ask Mike hopefully, as we lie there with full bellies in the sun, trying not to think about that compartment below our bellies that’s undoubtedly filling up too.

Snorting awake, the red haired bat pony says, “Oh! Uhm,” looking at me with warm, brown eyes, pupils tightly slit in the sunlight. “Names?”

“You know, instead of ‘Mike,’” I remind her.

“Ohh,” Mike says, looking down at the green furred forelegs folded beneath her. “I have thought of it, a little. How about Megan?”

Snorting, I say, “I think Megan’s taken.”

“Well yeah, lots of girls are named Megan,” she says insecurely, “But it just sounds kind of like Mike.”

“Have you thought of any pony names?” I ask hopefully.

“How about Rose?” Mike asks, batting a hoof at her mane. “I kinda look like a red rose.”

“How about combine them somehow?” I suggest, “Like oh, I dunno... Megarose?”

A laugh bursts out of her at that, as she says mirthfully, “That’s the silliest name I ever heard.”

“It is kinda silly,” I admit, rolling to my side to face her, “But um... I’m still gonna call you that, if you go with Megan I mean, or Rose.”

“Why?” she asks, giving me a look.

“Because I’m your friend, so I get to give you silly nicknames!” I tell her with a grin.

Mike laughs at that, rolling back to her back and saying, “Fair enough!”

“Thought of any others?” I wonder, peering at her from where I sit on my side.

“Um... Michelle?” she says, still staring pensively upward at the sky, “That’s kind of like Megan, though.”

“That’s... the female form of Micheal, right?” I ask.

“Yeah, pretty much,” she nods, glancing my way.

Thinking a moment, I reply at last. “All that comes to mind is that one joke about an egg and a telephone.”

“What’s that?” Mike asks curiously.

“Michelle Ma Bell.”

Mike just looks at me in confusion.

“A-anyway, Michelle is fine,” I say blushing briefly, “But as long as you’re changing your name, you don’t have to use the one your parents gave you. Which do you like best?”

“I haven’t decided,” she says pensively, switching her tail, “It’s okay if people give you names though. Just not Megarose.”

“Well, what should I call you, then?” I ask, shifting to lean on my wrist, which is my elbow, instead of my elbow, which is my shoulder. Because ponies.

“I dunno,” she replies, “What names do you think would be good for me?”

Looking at the red and green batpony thoughtfully, as much as I can manage thought at least, eventually I say, “All I can think of is Christmas.”

Blushing, Mike says, “I do look kind of... festive, huh. You don’t think it’d be too... silly?”

I roll back to curl my forearms before me, staring up at the fluffy clouds overhead. “I do think it’s silly, and that’s why I can’t think of anything,” I admit guiltily, “What kind of name is Christmas anyway?”

“I suppose for a girl would be... Christina?” she suggests.

Sitting up again to look at Mike, I say, “Wow, I think that actually is a name.”

Nodding, Mike looks back to me and says, “A lot of people like to name their kids after Jesus Christ.”

“Well... I mean...” I say looking at my friend’s sinewy, leathery bat wings, and brown, catlike, slit-pupiled eyes, “You don’t seem like the religious type.”

She laughs sweetly at that, admitting, “That’s an understatement. I thought Christmas was about the coming of Santa Claus until I was 12!”

“So maybe something non-religious about the um... winter holidays?” I suggest.

“Well, this is ‘cause I’m red and green, isn’t it,” Mike grumbles self-consciously, “So what’s red and green? Mistletoe?”

Shaking my head, I say, “No, mistletoe is white and green.”

Mike blinks at me.

“What’s that stuff that people kiss under, then?” she says, tilting her head in confusion.

“...mistletoe?” I try, tilting my head the other way.

“No, the red and green stuff,” she asserts, as we both right our heads, “With the red berries.”

“Holly?” I ask.

“Yes! That one!” Mike declares with a smile, “I thought that was mistletoe!”

“I don’t think people kiss under the holly,” I cautiously speculate, “I might be wrong though.”

“Well... how about Holly?” Mike asks. “Is that a good name?”

My ears slowly perk up.

“You know, I don’t think anyone’s come up with that one yet,” I declare, appraising the red and green batpony, “But it does sound like a really good pony name! I think it really fits you!”

“You think so?” she asks, tail swishing excitedly between her legs. “So you think I should go with Holly?”

“I sure don’t have any other ideas,” I say with a one-armed shrug, since my tail’s sideways at the moment, “Why not? We can both have plant names! I bet you could even eat holly berries, considering what else ponies have been able to eat!”

“And you could eat meadowsweet?” she asks with a wry grin.

“I... guess so?” I say, pausing to think. What is meadowsweet again?

...

Do I even know? How could I not know? I had to have looked it up at some point, didn’t I? It’s my own name!

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen meadowsweet before,” I say, staring forward in a puzzled manner, “I know it’s a plant, but...” I give her a helpless wince.

“It’s a... white flower,” Mike, or Holly, or “Megarose” tells me, “It looks all wispy though, like... clouds kind of. I guess it’s kind of yellowish white...” She trails off then, looking thoughtfully my way. “And you’re kind of yellowish white...”

“You think I’m... meadowsweet colored?” I ask her in surprise.

Shaking her head, Holly says, “No you’re much more yellow, just... I mean, it is a light yellow and green flower. So, if I’m gonna be red and green like holly, why not say you’re green and yellow, like meadowsweet?”

“I don’t see the harm in that,” I reply in wonder, “It’s just so weird. All my life I hadn’t had any real reason to be called Meadowsweet. It was just the name my parents gave me! But now that I’m a pony, there’s an actual reason to call me Meadowsweet?”

“I... don’t know what your name was as a human, actually,” Holly says with a red tint to her green furred cheeks.

“...you mean Meadowsweet?” I ask, skeptically.

“No, I mean before you picked a pony name,” she says.

“But I didn’t pick a pony name!” I tell her, “I just went with my old name.”

“...your parents named a male human Meadowsweet?” Holly says, very skeptically.

Oh. Ohh. Oh boy.

“Wow, I... totally forgot,” I say, sitting on my haunches on the bright green lawn, looking at my forehooves planted in front of me, shaking my head slowly. “I never told you?” I ask, looking up at Holly. “Twilight Sparkle named me Meadowsweet! She used some weird magic to change my memories, to make sure it stuck.”

“She did?” Holly asks, gaping at me.

“I-it’s not so bad,” I say, lifting a forehoof and blushing, “All my memories are exactly the same, just I remember everyone calling me Meadowsweet, because it was just my name. I–I know it doesn’t make sense that I’d have that name back then, but it didn’t seem odd at the time.”

“She changed your name?” Holly continues to stare, her pupils widening in worried sympathy, “You don’t even remember your old name anymore?”

“No, I...” holding my forehoof to my chest, I say, “I do remember! I mean, my friends told me my old name. I just don’t remember ever being called uh... ...Arnold?”

“...Arnold?” Holly asks with a surprised curl of her lip.

“Yeah, Arnold,” I say, losing her gaze, as my ears fold.

Holly looks at me for a while, before concluding, “...huh. Maybe Twilight Sparkle did you a favor.”

A quick laugh bursts out of me. “I know,” I groan, shaking my head abashedly, “It’s crazy! Who would name their foal Arnold?”

“I know I sure wouldn’t!” Holly laughs, and then... laughs nervously. “I mean... I sure won’t,” she quietly corrects herself.

Oh... right.

“I’m quite happy with Meadowsweet,” I say tensely, “Since I guess Twilight picked the name and my colors at the same time, I guess. Maybe she just likes meadowsweets.”

“Yeah...” Holly says scuffing at the grass distractedly.

...

“Have you thought of any good names?” I ask sympathetically, thinking about that stupidly female rump of mine, plopped down against the grass at the moment, the compressed blades pressing against the very place that I’m gonna have to push a baby pony out of.

“No hurry,” Holly says, glancing off to the side, “We’ve still got... like ten months left, depending on when Sue um...”

“...impregnated us,” I conclude for her cautiously. “Have you been... feeling anything?”

“I started getting sick,” she says, looking distantly forward. “I didn’t want it, but... then perfectly good food starts making me want to hurl, and... yeah. J-just gonna happen to me now, I guess.”

“Were you getting any cramping?” I ask tentatively, “You know... down there?”

“Y-yeah, sometimes,” Holly says, giving me a lost look, “My stupid... womb getting ready to have a baby, I guess.”

“I don’t know why it does that,” I say glumly. “I had a crazy womb um... cramp, and I could barely stand straight, until I rubbed it out.”

“Ugh, yeah,” she groans, “Like when you wake up and your calf is cramping up?”

Look back at my hind leg in confusion, I ask, “Do we even have calves anymore?”

“I think they’re called foals for ponies, not calves,” Holly postulates, drawing my attention to her again, “But yeah, I think some cramping is normal. Some of the other mares having... sex said they were getting those cramps too. Pony PMS perhaps?”

“PMS?” I ask vaguely, “That’s a girl... thing, right? I think I heard about it in a... movie,” I conclude, blushing in disgust. Just how much of my social interaction was stupid movies, before Twilight dragged me to this group?

“PMS is um... getting... upset because of cramping,” the red and green batpony mare suggests unsurely, “Because of y’know, menstruation?”

“Ponies don’t menstruate though,” I point out, “So it can’t be menstruation.”

“Well whatever it is, it’s not that bad,” Holly admits, “But still kind of a pain. I just have to rub it until it loosens up, but...”

“You... want me to give you a belly rub some time?” I suggest with a hopeful look, “Maybe I could help!”

Blushing, Holly says, “Sure. Just... tell me if you’re sore and I’ll give you a belly rub, too.”

“Or we could ask Sue to do it,” I suggest.

“I don’t think Sue’s interested in the outside of our bellies,” Holly groans with flat ears.

“Hey, I like the inside of your belly too,” I say with a smile her way. Holly looks at me skeptically, and I admit, “And I really like the inside of my belly, too. Putting stuff in it feels awesome, and I couldn’t feel that if I wasn’t a girl.”

“Yeah,” she replies, unconvinced, “If only we could do it without consequences.”

“Amen to that,” I say ardently, “Um, sister.”

Giving me a look, Holly asks, “You aren’t religious either, are you?”

Snorting, I say, “I thought The Passion of the Christ was real as Blade Runner.”

Blinking, she asks, “Did you think Blade Runner was real?”

...

“N-no,” I reply nervously, “I did not.”

Sue doesn’t seem as enthusiastic about changing names, though I don’t really bring it up. Holly’s really shy about telling even him, but Sue certainly doesn’t mind her new name, once I assure her it’s okay to tell him. And once she tells him.

Holly turns from thanking Sue for being totally cool with her new name, and asks me then, “Hey Meadowsweet, could you...”

The pretty bat pony scrunches her face in confusion, hunting for the words. “Could you tell other people I want to be called Holly now?” she asks finally.

“But aren’t you supposed to tell people?” I say in surprise, “I don’t know if I should.”

“Why shouldn’t you?” she asks in a frustrated whine, “It’s so easy to talk about someone else, instead of yourself. I—I don’t know if I could do it. I’d just... fluttershy out.”

Tilting my head at her, I say, “Huh, you’re right! That’s weird! Why don’t we say stuff for people who’re too shy to say it themselves?”

“With permission of course,” Sue points out.

Me and Holly look his way.

He pauses, then says, “I—I mean you don’t need my permission. What do you think?”

“Oh!” I blink, “O-of course we don’t! I just thought you were... gonna say something?”

“Heck if I know,” he replies, looking as confused as I am, “So you’re gonna spread the word? I mean I could help too.”

“Sure, I’m totally for it,” I assure him, “It just surprised me, that’s all.”

“I think I could do it, if someone else called me Holly,” Holly says with a little smile. “It’s weird, b-but it’s weirder calling myself... Mike.”

The streets of Ainsworth are surprisingly lively, for a bedroom community. And learning of the townsfolk, I’m starting to see why. Everyone uh... transformed into a pony during the night, apparently. That’s how the spell worked, I guess. So in theory some people might’ve had some hours’ warning. But since the spell was cast at midnight, in the central midwest... the entire continental USA pretty much changed all at once.

And that means all the commuters, living in the thousands of houses around here, they were all at home when this happened! Now they’re pretty much stuck here! A thousand people is not a lot, as far as population goes. But it’s more people I’ve seen out and on the streets than ever before.

It might have something to do with the fact that this is not Minnesota. The weather is peaceful and brightly sunny. There’s nothing to do, so everyone’s either playing around outside, or working on something. Nobody’s bothered to get electricity back up for a dinky little out-of-the-way town like this, so there’s no T.V., no video games, only battery powered radios, and... books.

As I go trotting down the sidewalk, I see people all around town talking with each other. Everyone’s a colorful pony of course, walking around on all fours. Lots more mares than stallions. I take a running count actually, and just from the ones I see, it’s 120 mares for 41 stallions, if you count the gang of colts and fillies I attempted to count running around in the park. (22 fillies and 7 colts).

A lot of people turned their lawns into gardens when the outside world got so rt of cut off on a semi-permanent basis. I see many pony people tending their gardens, since there really isn’t all that much else to do around here. Water is the biggest issue. There’s a reservoir north of town, but it’s kind of... contaminated by the copious amounts of feces produced by the cows in the feedlot north of town. The creek upstream of the feedlot is pretty clean though, so that’s what they’d been drinking, until we got a good rainwater schedule set up.

I take a hike north of town, to take a look at that feedlot I heard about. Just a bunch of empty fences, and cow manure, pretty much. All the cows are gone of course. There was no way for any pony to feed them, and the lots themselves were nothing but dead, trampled grass, so given the choice between hundreds of dead cows the size of mountains to deal with, and living cows staring you in the face, some of the ponies managed to get a lot of the cows out of there, and into neighboring fields.

Then the rest of the cows just broke down the fence once they ran out of food.

So to be perfectly frank, there are cows everywhere now. They’re a real hazard actually, since nobody really knows how you would herd them as a pony, and cows are stupid enough to be unpredictable. Someone’s house fell down by the time we got there, just because a bunch of cows panicked next to it, and... kablam.

Still, people seem to be in high spirits. Matter of fact, with the cows radiating away from the feedlot, people in town say that the air’s never been fresher. Kind of scary, since the air still smells like cow poop.

Nevertheless I’m bopping around the edge of town with a smile on my face, and a song in my heart, watching the pon people talking and working with each other. It’s a beautiful day, with the sun peeking around puffy clouds that are uncharacteristic for the season, but not with pegasi around.

Then, I come upon a large building, in the southeast part of town. Looking up at it I pause, a little pony standing in the asphalt roundabout in front of it. My ears go down as it seems I’ve discovered the Brown County Hospital.

My extensive and lengthy guilty rumination about hospitals and the part I played in this global pony crisis is interrupted by a stallion, saying behind me,

“Ain’t that a sight?”

Turning, I see a large, green-furred stallion with a swash of purple for his mane, still looking up at the hospital from behind me.

“I been helping around town,” he says in a rich voice, “Going places, going outside, feeling like I have a second chance. Never thought I’d be seeing this place, and feelin like I’m not going back there anytime soon. You know what I’m saying, Doreen?”

“Doreen?” I ask, continuing to look at him in puzzlement.

“Oh! Oh I’m sorry, youn—um... miss,” the stallion says, a blush tinting his face as he lowers his gaze to meet mine. “Wow, this is... I’m sorry miss, I mistook you for someone else. Didn’t think I’d be seeing any other yella and green... ponies hanging around here.”

“It’s no problem, really!” I say, squatting back on my haunches and holding my hooves up um... not-harmingly. “Easy mistake to make. T-there’s only so many colors, after all.”

“Shoulda known though,” he says, tilting his nose in my direction, “Your hair’s all curlycue, while Doreen’s ended up more uh...” He squats back on his hooves and traces a sort of hourglass figure in front of him, “Wavey-like, on the edges.”

Looking at my uh... “less curly than my mane” tail, I say, “I haven’t really thought much of my hair honestly. Weird how hard it is to get it tangled, even though it...” I poke at a bouncy forelock hanging above my eyes, with a sheepish grin.

“Our hair works in mysterious ways,” the green and purple stallion replies, shaking his head bemusedly.

“It’s um...” I say, continuing to tug nervously on one of the bouncy curls, “It’s straighter sometimes, like right after I have uh...”

I really should think before opening my mouth.

“So Doreen has the same colors as me, huh?” I loudly diverge, “She uh... works at the hospital?”

“Works? No, she’s one of the regular patients. Met her in outpatient care now and again,” he replies.

“Oh, so...” wincing, I say, “So she’s... got an ailment, I guess?”

Instead of getting sad though, he laughs, heartily. “Maybe at one point in time!” he crows. “She and I walked out of that hospital together!”

“Oh, you were a patient?” I ask, looking at the rather strapping, strong looking male. Square jawed, straight-snouted, significantly larger than me. Yeah he’s... kind of hot. I would never have known he was sick!

“Yeah, I had a... condition,” he replies shyly, rubbing with a hoof the short, purple mane behind his head. “Wasn’t getting any better. Sent me out here to retire, I guess. It was cheap, hospital nearby. Had a few close calls... I wasn’t gonna last though, that was pretty clear.”

“S-should you be out and walking around then?” I ask worriedly, hoping he’s not just about to collapse on me or something, “How are you feeling?”

“Now?” he asks with a chuckle, “I feel great! Better than I’ve felt in a long time! It’s like I’m a new uh, well, man, I suppose. Being a horse is pretty grand!”

Mouth dropping open, I say, “You mean turning into a pony cured you?”

“Where’ve you been?” he asks, tilting his head at me in amazement, “Turning into a pony cured everybody!”