Twilight Sparkle and Nicholas Spears get along just fine, though he’s desperately curious to know everything there is to know about Equestria. I think it’s kind of embarassing her to talk with such an ardent fan, as flustered as she gets with his questions, so I hurry out to the kitchen and throw together some sandwiches. Just to help break the ice. Of course since I’ve removed all meat from my life, they’re just cheese sandwiches, but I do my best to make sure they’re full of tasty veggies!

We all end up getting along really well as the day wears on, both of us laughing at Nick’s jokes, even as he playfully insists he’s being totally serious. She shows him her magic, remarking that he appears to be blood type A, as her hornlight dances over him. He says he honestly never checked before, since it’s not the sort of thing you have to say when you donate blood.

The three of us play Stepmania, but Twilight kicks both our butts, considering she has four feet and all. She takes her victory modestly and gracefully though, and even after Nick takes a fall, she’s all over him with concern. I show her how you put alcohol on scrapes to sterilize the wound, and Nick to his credit barely winces at all as Twilight gingerly daubs his knee with the cotton ball held in her magic.

“In my world we have potions to prevent infection,” she says incredulously, “But I never would have thought of using alcohol! How does it work?”

Ho boy.

Nick is amazing, as always. He keeps Twilight’s secret, and helps out however he can in her search. I continue to use the Internet to search for her, when I’m not busy at my job that is. Twilight’s presence makes me start thinking of the future, and my role in it. Working at a convenience store pays the bills, but it does not pay enough to feed two.

Twilight insists that she can subsist on cheap hay, but I am determined to make her stay in this world as pleasant as I can, so I start reading through classified ads, trying to find better work. It’s not easy for someone without a college degree, but for the first time in my life, I’m ready to do it, for her.

She’s a pony, an animal. I should not be having these feelings for her. I mean, yes I am a liberated progressive, so I can accept those of us who do have some of the stranger tastes in erotic material. I don’t hold it against anyone if they feel that way; a strong, emotional connection with anything can make you yearn for more. But I knew that any feelings I had for Twilight Sparkle would be forbidden by the world. Nick knew I got into some of that stuff, but thus far I have had to keep it a secret from everyone else.

I don’t know how much of a secret I can keep my desires from a beautiful being living every day by my side. She may be a person, a genuinely sapient being, but she is completely naive about a human’s need to cover their shame. What is paradise to me, to her is merely a body part. Clothing is a tool to her, not an obligation, and she makes very little use of this tool when inside my heated house. Seeing her forbidden womanhood flash before me at the subtlest of times, it’s not doing well for my restraint or modesty.

“As a matter of fact, it’s considered what you humans might see as indecent to wear clothing,” Twilight tells me on one such occasion, “In particular, there are ponies who bring socks into play, and one particularly suggestive thing is any clothing that covers up your cutie mark.”

Twilight shows me her cutie mark then, in the least modest way possible, with her tail flipped up and everything. The tail naturally curls upwards somewhat, but... suffice to say I’m not spending a lot of time looking at Twilight Sparkle’s cutie mark. It’s purely scientific interest, I try to tell myself. I see her cutie mark all the time, but reproductive organs were apparently censored in the show. Seeing how Twilight’s fit so softly but neatly between her legs is... fascinating. In a scientific sense.

“Thus, there’s a reason ponies rarely wear pants,” Twilight said practically, “Some see it as concealing one’s nature, in order to... remove any inhibitions between partners.” Her tail gives a little quiver at that, barely noticeable, but it’s there.

“So, Rarity’s dresses...” I say, in shock.

Twilight nods, facing me with a blush. “Your show didn’t reveal the real reason for our reluctance to... trust her creative inspiration in Dressed for Success. Many of us were reluctant to cover our flanks, for fear that a stallion might think we wanted him to... uncover them.” Okay, definite tail shiver there.

“But your idea for a dress covered your flank, too,” I tell her critically, trying not to look at that smooth, round rump of which we are conversing.

Twilight blushes even more at that, saying, “Yeah... I kind of got caught up in the idea of designing a dress. It had to cover my flank for all the constellations to acceptably fit. And Fluttershy was... trying to go with both her, and Rarity’s ideas. The other three kept their flanks safely bared.”

“Safely bared,” I say skeptically, “As if a stallion couldn’t just climb on and...”

“Well, why would he?” Twilight asks innocently, tilting her head.

“Uh, n-never mind,” I say nervously, “So, you wore her dresses?”

“Only once she showed us that the designs exemplified our cutie marks, so weren’t attracting any stallions of ill repute...” Twilight explains, giving a nervous little laugh and adding, “Well, let’s just say that Rarity’s gala dresses were the forerunners of a very risquè fashion trend.”

I swear that Twilight is trying to bring up these lewd topics of conversation, without just coming out and saying she likes me. I think she’s just so shy, that a brilliant mare like her has to talk around the issue in order to approach it. But I do believe she’s becoming attracted to me. The question is, can I reciprocate, when Twilight Sparkle isn’t a human, or an anthro? It’s so wrong, but this beautiful little unicorn is opening up to me, and revealing herself to me, and...

We’re cuddling on the couch when it happens. I think I said something like, “How was the movie?” and her response was to look me, eye to violet, luminescent eye and say,

“Aaron, I...”

Then she kisses me. Soft hesitance turns to thrilling passion, as she leans into me, and surprised, I shakily wrap my arms around her small frame. Her kiss feels wonderful, not in any way as horrifying as I feared. I could swear her lips taste of grapes, before they part from mine.

She breaks from the kiss, to light up her horn, then rushes in to kiss me again, and it’s all I can do to avoid drowning in her embrace. She’s so tiny, how can she appear so powerful? She just pushes me down, and climbs on top of me, defying her diminutive size with a fiery, intense passion. I feel her arcane sorcery... tugging down the zipper of my pants.

Is this really happening? I can’t believe that Twilight, my little Twilie wants me to be a man for her. “Oh, Aaron, what is this feeling, ,” she growls in a lust I’ve never thought that voice capable of, “I don’t know why, but I can’t stop it. I can’t hold back anymore. I need this so much.”

Her tail strokes the very thing that makes he a man, my... my stiffening member, and an indulgent smile fills her face, as Twilight says, “You’re getting ready for me, I can feel it...”

“I-it’s just a physical reaction,” I say nervously, “Humans do that all the time. D-do you know where a penis is supposed to go?”

“It goes somewhere?” she gasps, rubbing her body against me as I lay back onto the couch. Her magic’s got my pants around my knees, and with a shock, I realize that her warm purple hips have come to rest firmly against my stiff erection. “I want to press it into me, here...” she says passionately, “I need it, need to rub my fillyhood, and... and do what a mare does, for you, Aaron.”

We’re so close! Just a little bit, and we’d be making babies! Baby ponies? Her hips leave a trail of wetness along my rod. It’s all I can do not to just jam it into her. “We shouldn’t, Twilie,” I tell her in concern, my very male instincts surging in me as she gyrates on the very tip of my cock, “What would people think?”

How could I want to deflower such a perfect mare? I’ve never felt more like a man in how much I want to drive into those purple furry hips, and make Twilight Sparkle a mother. How could Twilight be so taken by passion, ready to make me a man, without any hesitation? She’s angling my manhood up so her wide, but small hips can line up with it, no words, just simple desire. How could she be so incredible? No girl’s ever done this to me before!

“I–I don’t know if I could hold back, if you put it in,” I pant, my dick outright throbbing as she straddles it. “You could get hurt!”

“Don’t care, I want it anyway,” she says petulantly, sinking on—gah, she’s like an oven in there! “F.. oh... uh...” she murmurs, sinking her hips onto my pole. At the hot, gooey wonder my penis discovers within her, I grab those hips. My hands wrap right around her twin cutie marks, as she slams them home with a surprisingly loud squeal, her whole passage wrapped slickly around me, her stretched labia grinding up against my pelvis.

It’s like an explosion, what just happened to us. Like a hurricane, and in the aftermath, my penis is embedded in the birth canal of Twilight Sparkle. Right. Now. We pant heavily, looking at each other, wide, purple eyes meeting soft brown.

“T-twilight, I’m inside you!” I say in anxious amazement. “I didn’t think it would be this hot!” Twilight’s flesh presses against me, all around my throbbing shaft, every inch feeling her secret passage, hot and slick, and squeezing around me. “I can feel your v-vagina!” I whisper urgently, because I can. I can feel it with my penis, because this adorable purple unicorn has taken my penis so deeply, there’s no distance between us. Her flushed vulva grind wetly against my pelvis

“It’s incredible...” Twilight Sparkle breathes, staring forward in wonder, “So big. ”

“You... you feel so hot, and wet,” I tell her, “I can’t believe how good it feels! I can only imagine what it’s like for you! All you can s-say is I’m big, but I think I’m average siIIIZED–!” She’s lifting her hips, sliding out, and sliding around me. This is incredible!

With me falling speechless from the feeling of fucking a girl taking over my mind, Twilight Sparkle moans, “Oh, yes!” as again and again, the petite mare sinks her hips down onto my shaft. I don’t even have time to bless the ground she walks on and the air she breathes, because I’m making love to this unicorn. She starts sliding me in and out, and at the incredible tingling friction her slippery cunt raises in me, I can’t help but take her.

We don’t even have time to turn off the television. To think that I finally know what it’s like to make love to a girl, and it was a pony who showed it to me. Twilight kisses me again, and I have to hunch over to kiss her, wrapping my thick arms around her as she gyrates on my naked penis. Her slick tunnel feels like electricity on the sensitive, velvety skin of my shaft. I want to be inside her. I need to be inside her. And I am. Her hips are devouring me ravenously.

“Aaron, it’s been so long,” Twilight Sparkle moans, those surprisingly spacious purple hips gyrating on top of mine with an ancient, primal rhythm, short shallow strokes that keep me deep inside her. Not even willing to pull out of me more than an inch, her wetness starts smearing all over my groin as she grinds against me. “I want everything you have to give me,” she says senselessly, “Make me a mare, please. Here. Now.”

Soon we’re both earnestly thrusting, though it’s hard for me to thrust much without lifting her whole body up. I can’t believe how good it feels. How good she feels! How much I want it. There’s not a lot of talking now, for quite a while. Twilight’s riding me like I was the pony. I don’t think I could stop if I tried. All I can think about is it happening inside her. I am going to climax, and it’s going to be as deep inside her as possible, yet still I mate with her. Resistance flickers in my lust drunk brain, but before I know it, Twilight gives another high squeal and sinks, quivering onto my shaft, as her birth canal comes alive around me.

I’m too shocked to move. A moaning Twilight Sparkle is having an orgasm, and I’m in the middle of it. I can feel her... her spasms. I am going to cum inside that pony. I roll the insensate unicorn on her back to the couch, and hunch over her, desperate to stay in her beautiful body and cum.

When I press her down, Twilight’s eyes flutter open, and her high yell of surprise as I start pistoning in her orgasming cunt is music to my ears. She’s panting, staring up at me lovingly with her hooves curled above her chest, hind legs braced against me, but not stopping me from entering her again and again. I surround her with my body, burying that unicorn in the couch cushions, bucking my hips like an animal. It’s amazing, more wonderful than I could have imagined, and I can only think about filling the unicorn with my seed. Come on....

With a “Oh... oh... oh fffffuck yeah...!” I fall over the precipice, my climax rushing through me like a runaway freight train. Staring down at the beautiful unicorn in shock, I cum, completely embedded in her hot, wet, tight birth canal. All I’m doing is holding her little hips against mine and orgasming, and despite my worries, my penis just keeps ejaculating into her. Yes that’s how it works, but to experience it is just... incredible. It just keeps happening!

Once, twice, three times, I feel a terrible significance as my seed vanishes into her mysterious depths, and my penis quiets in its compulsive spurts. Did I just impregnate her? Did I just cum inside Twilight Sparkle? Where the heck did I just put my penis?! What would the kids be like??

In the end, Twilight Sparkle is a cooing, panting wreck beneath me, and I feel like it’s me who should be in that position, even if my heavy, rough breaths could never pass as cooing. I don’t even know how that just happened, how we just happened, but we did. What did I just do to her? Is this dissheveled unicorn going to bear a foal, now? Or, a baby? How could she not, after an experience like that!

All I know is my penis is surrounded by her birth canal, embedded so deeply in her hips. She’s freaking impaled on my dick! I just climaxed, and I didn’t even think. It just happened to me. To us. I think about my seed, pooling inside her even more deeply than where my shaft is held right now. It’s all I can think about. I just did that! It’s still inside her, and I can’t stop it from... from impregnating her!

“I... I didn’t...” I tell her at a loss for words. What do you say to someone who you just did this with?

“That was incredible!” Twilight replies, looking up at me with a happy sigh, “I didn’t think it would feel this good!”

My breath catches in my throat. “You mean to say this is your first time?” I ask her incredulously.

“What? N-no!” she scrunches her snout, which would be a lot more innocent if I weren’t kneeling there atop her, with my softening shaft still buried in her furry purple hips. “I’ve done this lots of times! With stallions!” she says, looking the other way, “W-why would you think I didn’t?”

“Don’t lie to me, Twilie,” I tell her chidingly. I jerk back, when for a moment, just a moment, she spears me with a fierce, burning glare, just out of nowhere. Then she blushes, and rubs at her face, groaning creakily,

“Is it that obvious?”

“It’s okay if you’re inexperienced,” I tell her gently, “But are you angry with me? I meant no harm in what I said.”

“No, I’m... I’m fine,” Twilight says, returning her hooves to her chest, with a grateful, honest smile that is like a ray of sunshine, “Better than fine, even! I didn’t know it would go so far, so quickly!”

She teleports away before I can answer, reappearing beside the couch and dropping to stand on her hooves. Hunched over thin air, my penis is suddenly cold, and drops to tap against the couch cushion.

“Doesn’t seem to have damaged anything...” Twilight says distractedly, walking in a circle and innocently checking herself out, looking at her own deflowered fillyhood like she would look at a shopping list, or a tax report.

Actually... with Twilight Sparkle, I wouldn’t put it past her to be into both those things.

“I didn’t know it’d go so far either,” I tell her feeling a little shaken by it honestly, “It was just... a moment of passion!”

“Yes, we kissed, and then... I... wanted more,” Twilight says, fidgeting on her hooves and afraid to look at me. “D-did I do it right? I’ve never been with a stallion oh Celestia did we just do that? I don’t know how to be a special somepony. Are we special someponies now? Did I really make you feel... that way about me?”

“That’s a lot of questions, Twilie,” I point out, “But yes, you did it right. I sure enjoyed it at least. Yes, we just did that. We don’t have to be special someponies if you’re not ready for that yet. And yes, you do make me feel that way.

“You’re an incredible mare, Twilight Sparkle,” I tell her, sitting normally on the couch and cinching up my pants. I probably should clean my penis, but they’re her juices on my shaft, and I kind of want her to be close to me right now. So I just kind of... pull up my pants, and let God sort things out. “You are smart and brilliant, and full of love for your friends. In these past months, I’ve had nothing but respect for you, not as an object, but as a strong, independent woman.”

Shaking my head, I say somewhat regretfully, “When you’re a male, a human male at least, during puberty a certain part of you grows larger, and more sensitive. More powerful. You start wanting to use it to penetrate people. You just kind of feel that way, no matter what.

Crossing my arms before Twilight, I say seriously, “That’s not enough, though. Girls think that’s all it takes, but there’s so much more to it. Every time I’ve seen your marehood, it’s made me want to have sex, but I also need to respect you as a person before I’m comfortable going all the way. Being a male forces me to want to have sex with you, because you’re female, but that’s just a physiological reaction. I can just ignore it, if it’s a bad idea. No amount of male urges will ever make me do it to someone who didn’t ask me first.”

Smiling, I bend forward and lay a kiss on Twilight’s purple forehead, right next to her horn, “And you really asked for it. I feel physical attraction to you, but you also have an amazing personality, and the moment was just right, there on that couch, so it just happened, like magic.” Laying back against the couch, I hold my hands behind my head, saying, “There’s just one thing that I’m worried about.”

“What’s that?” Twilight asks, climbing on the couch to sit beside me again, sitting like Lyra.

“Can a human and a pony have a child?”

A snort of laughter just bursts out of her, and now Twilight’s struggling to contain her chortles to giggles. “Aaron, we’re not even the same species!” she chirps at me chidingly, “How would that even work? Do humans even have spermatogenesis?”

“For the same reason you have trains, and door-knobs,” I gently correct her, “And clothing, and you speak English. For the same reason you and I can make love, despite our different sizes. There are undeniable connections between our worlds, and your world is magical. Your womb is magical. The fact that you’re here with me now is impossible. Is it so hard to imagine that an impossible child might form?”

“I–I can’t be pregnant!” Twilight protests with her expressive pony face full of worried anxiety, “My womb isn’t... isn’t that magical!”

“It seems pretty magical to me,” I say with a chuckle, laying a large hand upon her soft round belly, “In here, you have egg cells. Your body makes them, to turn them into a foal. You have a womb inside you that the foal will grow in. Everything about your very female body is prepared to undergo an amazing transformation. Twilie, I can provide the sperm, but you alone can create a foal. You can create a person. A little seed, and everything in your body will work together to create a foal, grow them large in your belly, until you’ve got a real, honest-to-gosh person inside you ready to be born.”

Looking at my pants between my legs, where my man tool is now safely concealed, I fold my arms and say, “And I’ve got what, five or six inches? No, you have the true magic, Twilight Sparkle, because your body can create life. Your body can create a soul! Creating life that is a hybrid of a human and a pony isn’t much of a stretch beyond that.”

“Wow...” Twilight says, looking up at me with wide sparkling eyes from where she sits on her haunches on the floor beside the couch, “I never thought of it that way.” She really is the Twilie that I know and love. My sweet, innocent little Twilie.

“We’ll just have to take things as they come,” I tell her. “If you are pregnant... I want to be there for you.”

“Really?” she says full of hope, “You’ll be the father to my foal?”

“I’d like to be,” I tell her, “But let’s take things slowly for now. You might not even be pregnant.”

“Oh, y-yeah,” she says, fiddling with her forehooves.

“We can always try again later,” I point out with a smirk. I think she’s going to die of blushing, hiding her face in her forearms.

We do try again later, in fact, and it’s even more amazing than the first time. I’m just standing there dusting the cabinet when Twilight comes to me. “Mmm,” she says coiling around my legs like a cat, “I was thinking about children, Aaron, and it made me want you, want you to put them into me.”

Hopping up on the couch, Twilight presents for me, and honest to gosh she winks at me! “It’s like you said,” she says quietly, “My body is made to bear foals, and I want to do that more and more each day. Aaron, will you help me? Will you put a child into my womb?”

I know it’s not the best idea to impregnate Twilight Sparkle, but with a display like that, I can’t get my pants off fast enough. I stand beside the couch, and just pull her onto my dick. The both of us are soon grunting and humping, and quiet whinnies on her part. She’s rocking back against me, wetter than you could believe. Twilight orgasms quickly again, and cries out in higher and higher pitch, “Oh yes... yes... yes!” before going silent, shuddering as her body fills her with ecstasy. It’s into that mare that I ejaculate, and I worry about it afterwards, but when I am fucking Twilight Sparkle, I feel not one trace of regret when once again I fire my seed into her birth canal.

The weeks that follow are a bit... exhausting. I never thought Twilight would be such an insatiable minx once I had awakened her desires, and taught her the secrets of sex. More than once, I find her crawling up under my blanket, hungry to lick me to beautiful, glorious turgidity, before riding me like my dick was the horse and she was the human. I put off everything to be with her. Even hanging out with Nick, he can wait because my special somepony needs me. It’s like a drug to me. All I can think of is recovering my libido, making more seed within me, to do potentially amazing things to Twilight Sparkle.

Time passes, wonderful, wonderful time. I’m lying there exhausted on a Friday evening, both from work, and a surprisingly urgent coitus, ending in her kissing my phallus to orgasm as she still quivers from hers, until what little seed I have left paints her muzzle in white. She lies with me then, on the bed we’ve been sharing since we decided to become intimate.

“I really am gonna miss this,” she says quietly.

“When you return to Equestria?” I ask her, snugging her warm, purple body close.

“Yeah let’s go with that,” she mutters.

A little odd for her to say that, I ask, “So, you’re not planning on returning home? Or you don’t think you can return home?”

“You know what I’m in the mood for?” Twilight asks contrarily, swinging her forehooves in an arc above her, “Chocolate chip cookies!”

“O-oh, well I’d have to get some ingredients from the store,” I tell her.

“Could you?” Twilight asks sweetly, “I just have such a craving for them today!”

Nodding, I get up, get my wallet and bag, which Nick insists on calling a man-purse. I put on my boots, then my coat and hat. Then I run feet thumping back into the bedroom, shouting,

“Craving?!”

“It’s probably nothing,” the purple unicorn says, with a roll of her eyes. Laying there on her side, it lets her stroke her belly with a stray forehoof, “Of course if it isn’t nothing, I might be staying with you for quite a while,” she says with a coy smile.

“Right, cookies, getting the—uh—yes ma’am,” I stutter at her, not sure what to think that I may be looking at the mother of my child right now.

Believe it or not, I run into my sister at the supermarket. It’s a small town, so it happens more often than you’d think.

“Aaron!” I hear her exclaim, jogging over to my side. Mira is a brunette like myself, but with long, curly hair that scatters about behind her shoulders. As my little sister, she takes full advantage of the fact that an older brother must be a protector and supporter, bugging me without any worries or inhibitions. I told Twilight once that I was envious of her. Mira always lived her own life, while I felt more pressed to conform to certain expectations. Expectations that I failed at, I might add.

“Whatcha making?” she asks, looking into my shopping basket to see the chocolate chips, “Cookies?”

“Yeah, I just had a ‘craving’ for them,” I tell her smoothly.

“I might stop by, then!” she says to my absolute and utter terror. “I always have a craving for chocolate chip cookies.”

Forget Nick, if my sister learns out I impregnated a magical horse from another dimension, there’ll be no end to her wrath!

“Oh, I’m not making them today,” I tell her hastily, “Just some time next week. I’ll let you know.”

“Okay,” she says, pouting, “Maybe I could come over anyway, and make them for you!”

“I’m really kind of busy today, with...” Crap crap crap “...vacuuming, and washing the walls.”

“Oh,” she says a touch more sadly, “You really take good care of that old house, y’know?”

“You could move back in,” I tell her, before wishing that my foot was jammed firmly in my mouth.

“Thanks, but I’m gonna stay right where I am!” she replies, “The nice thing about apartments is that you don’t have to take care of some old house. You remember the last time I tried living at your house?”

Shuddering, I say, “Yeah, I remember. So many candy wrappers...”

“I’ve gotten better, I swear,” she says earnestly, pausing to put a finger on her lips and add, “Buuut, I’m still not at the point I’d wanna maintain a whole house. So you’re on your own, bubba.” Stretching way up to pat me on the head (I have to lean down a bit) my sister says, “Don’t worry though. You’re the best butler that house ever had!”

“The house never had a butler,” I point out, flat-faced.

“See? I’m always right!” she teases. “Anyway, good luck with your uh... household chores. You know where to reach me if y’need me. Oh, actually I’m going out with some friends this weekend, so just a head’s up.”

“That’s fine,” I say amiably, “Because of the snowmelt?”

“Yeah we’re going camping in Iowa,” she says, “They’ve actually got flowers blooming down there!”

“Well, enjoy,” I tell her somberly, “I should go camping sometime...”

“Aw, don’t worry you’ll get a chance,” she says with a sympathetic, then unsympathetic smile, “But not this week. This camping trip is strictly girls only!”

“You just enjoy yourself,” I tell her with a smile, “And bring back photos.”

“Can do~“

Returning home, I kick off my boots and winter clothes, and Twilight’s there in the hallway, with a devilish grin, asking indulgently, “So, Aaron... you got the stuff?”

“Right here,” I tell her with a smirk, holding up the shopping bag. It immediately levitates out of my hands in her sparkling magic, and she says,

“Great! Wow, your chips come in bags? Ours come in boxes!”

“Huh, neat,” I tell her vaguely, looking at the floating sparkling bag as she examines it fixedly. “I’m gonna need that if I am going to make the cookies though.”

“Oh, I-I was thinking...” Twilight says, fidgeting shyly as she continues to hold the bag of chocolate chips in her sparkling purple magic, “That maybe I could make the cookies? If you show me how to do it, I mean. I just... want to do something special for you.”

“How could I say no to that?” I reply with a grateful grin.

“I know something else you can’t say no to,” Twilight says with a sultry wiggle of her hips. Laughing, I follow her to the bedroom, and we don’t even make it to the bed. She magicks my pants off, and I stroke myself to thick and erect. Her nether petals are so soft and inviting, and she’s outright dripping by the time I’m ready to mount her. Twilight gives a grateful cry as my penis sinks into her. Wrapping my hand around the base of her tail, I fuck Twilight Sparkle with everything I can muster.

Her glistening passage contracts around me as she gasps her way into one of her frequent orgasms. She yanks me out of her then, and staggers to the bed, falling back against its side before I’m on her again, seeking and then succeeding to pump my shaft in her birth canal. We want it so bad, I can’t even let her get onto the bed. Only the sparkling tingle of her magic lifting us both ends with Twilight pressed into the soft mattress as I stroke myself to orgasm without hesitation, and eagerly ejaculate into that mare’s vagina.

As my seed enters into Twilight Sparkle, I again wonder what our foals will be like. Will they be satyrs, like in the fanart? Creatures with a human upper body, and a pony lower body? How will we raise them? What will the world think, that a human and a pony chose to raise a family together? All I know is we are together, our love is true, and nothing about this relationship could possibly go wrong.

We sleep through the night, and on till morning. I awaken with Twilight Sparkle nestled in my arms, but she quickly rouses herself once I’m awake. She heads to the bathroom in the back of the house to freshen up her well-used marehood, still sticky with my seed. I take the time to work up a lovely vegetarian breakfast of toast and butter, with sliced apples from the barrel I keep out in the frozen garage. She supremely appreciates it, and shows her appreciation by drawing her tail under my nose, then sauntering away. And I know what that means.

I don’t care how freshened up she was. I dutifully wreck that pussy, cumming hard, wishing I could cum more than just a little squirt. But I’ve been running on empty lately, and if Twilight is already pregnant with our child... I guess it was good enough!

We keep... busy until well in the afternoon, when I lay there with a sore penis, and a sore whole pelvis in fact. Laying next to me, arms akimbo, the beautiful purple unicorn turns to me with the most pensively forlorn look in her eyes. But then she smiles and say, “You know what would make this day absolutely perfect?”

Thinking a moment, I don’t think she’s talking about sex. You can’t ironically refer to sex, when you just had sex. So her ironic tone must mean... oh. “Cookies?” I suggest with a silly smile.

Her eyes actually widen in surprise at that, but she says, “Exactly! Good guess! C’mon, let’s go make some sweet, chocolatey history.”

I follow along patiently, but tiredly, while Twilight eagerly canters into the kitchen, the little purple unicorn hell-bent on making those chocolate chip cookies she was craving last night.

The hour we spend making cookies that afternoon is one of the best hours of my life. I don’t know what the future is gonna hold, for me, for our worlds, and for her child, but just being there with her and watching her fall over her own horn trying to mix everything correctly... Twilight Sparkle really isn’t a good cook. But I guide her through it, including explaining why the butter must be chilled, not soft, and it isn’t long before the cookies are baking, with a pleasant smell filling the house.

“So,” I tell her while we wait, “Any luck finding your way back to Equestria?”

“Uh unh,” she says with a shake of her head, “I may need to employ the use of your world’s high energy physics labs, possibly a particle accelerator. Anyway it’s still a bit out there, but I’m getting there.”

“Have you thought of any...”

I don’t know if I dare say it,

“Have you thought of any names?”

Twilight looks at me with wide purple eyes, then her surprise turns to a smile. “Actually yes,” she says sweetly, “How does Meadowsweet sound?”

I smile back, saying, “That sounds wonderful.”

It isn’t long before it’s all over, and the cookies are cooling on sheets. Twilight insists on waiting for them to cool, so while she dotes over them, I entertain myself with some posting on the Internet, reading through various forums, and trying to think of a witty reply. Yes, I think this cat picture will make a good reaction to—

“Does anypony want some cookies?”

“I do!” I cheer happily, pushing back my chair and hurrying over to the living room. The lights are dim, except for the television. It seems she was watching a little television while she baked, some weird art show it looks like, probably public television. As for me, I only have eyes for the cookies. Twilight’s put out a plate of cookies, and is already munching on one. “Hey no fair,” I tease her, “You got started early.”

“The rest are all yours, big boy,” she says rolling her eyes. I’m certainly not going to eat all of them. But a few definitely go down the hatch.

“Mmf... tho good,” I say on the third cookie. Swallowing, I tell my Twilie, “You’ve really outdone yourself!”

“With any luck, I have,” Twilight says quietly, eyeing me thoughtfully, as she goes to stand over by the TV. “Did I make them right?”

“Oh you sure did,” I tell her confidently, “Chocolate chip cookies are pretty much good no matter how you make them.”

She twitches at that, but puts on a smile, saying, “You know, I think there might be a fourth cookie with your name on it.”

Levitating it in her magic, she waves it in the air in front of me, making ‘woo’ noises while I track its progress in amusement. “I suppose I could have one more,” I tell her, letting Twilight deposit her cookie in my hand. My... hand... I...

Anyway, so I’m just fine, eating that cookie. Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s perfect. But as soon as I take a bite, I have to jerk back as the whole world seems to distort for a moment, as though through a giant lens.

“What was that?” I ask in shock, feeling... strange.

“It looks like four milliliters was sufficient exposure,” Twilight remarks, just talking to herself, “Not ideal, but it’ll suffice for now.”

“Exposure?” I ask, standing up, “What—” and then a wave of dizziness sends me toppling back against the chair, sliding down it to the floor in a boneless heap.

“Ah, there we go,” Twilight says, with a pleased smile. Why isn’t she helping me?! It’s not that I can’t move, but I can’t control my movements, if they even count as movements! My arms are twisting around, and my back is arching weirdly, and there are all these weird cracks and pops, like I’m crumpling paper! I try to stand, but I can barely put weight on my forearm, before it just collapses, like it was made of rubber! What’s going on?!

At last, Twilight’s glow envelops me, but it isn’t doing anything! She’s tracking her horn light all over my form, in a broad, flat beam, like some sort of pink sparkly scanner, as my insides continue to feel like they’re liquifying. Is she doing this? Is her magic doing this? Help! I need to cry for help, but I can’t find my mouth!

“Well, Meadowsweet, I’d love to stay and chat,” Twilight tells me, while I lay on my side in utter confusion as everything rises up around me and grows huge, “But it looks like you’re progressing just fine, and I’ve got places to be. Thanks for the save, by the way. I appreciate it, truly. But oh-ho-ho-boy are you screwed now!”

She leans up close to me, and her head seems much larger than it ever was before. Am I shrinking? Her thin smile, more of a smirk really, greets my weirdly tingling eyes, and she says teasingly, “I advise you find someplace to hide. Wouldn’t want the government to get their hands on you now, would they Meadowsweet?”

Would they what? Who?

“Meadowsweet,” Twilight repeats and then it hits me like... I don’t know. Something hits me like a gigantic silent kaboom when she says that. While I lie there helplessly, I see Twilight already has saddlebags on. Where did she get saddlebags? It looks like... did she dismantle my own bag to make those?

She slides the plate of cookies into her bag, one of which is already bulging with papers and clinking vials. Twilight Sparkle then lights up her horn, in a brilliant purple, brighter than I’ve ever seen. “It’s been fun cutie,” she says with a wink, “See you soon.” Then with a bright flash, she winks out.

I stare forward in shock, half expecting Twilight to reappear and laugh at the funny joke she just performed. But she doesn’t. And the changes continue.

It’s not until Twilight’s gone and I am enveloped in the silence of this house, that I notice a tingle all over my body that’s making my skin crawl, literally. I’m not in any pain, but I can’t move very well at all. I lift an unnaturally pale, bizarrely distorted hand, only to feel a surge in the tingling, as bright yellow... stuff erupts all over my hand and arm, and... the rest of me, I guess. What did she do to me? Did she do this?

It finally seems to slow down, or... something. My legs feel weird and twisted, and something... else. It feels like someone’s shoving something into my pelvis down there, like stretching and spreading, and I don’t get it. Still changing, I manage to crawl enough to drag myself across the floor, to where Twilight was. My shirt’s the only thing staying on my body, and even that only barely hangs around my shoulders. What happened to me? What am I?

My confused mind finds solace at last, as with no sign of the unicorn anywhere to be seen, I drag myself a little further into my bedroom. There on the back of my door is a mirror from floor to ceiling. In the bottom of that mirror, I can see myself lying on the floor. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting to see a frightened, confused, dissheveled looking little pony in the mirror. Fur the color of a soft lemon meringue, the hair falling around my conical ears a verdant green, and huge oval eyes with soft eyelashes whose narrowing irises are the color of a fine red wine.

“Help,” I croak out, at last finding my voice again, except I don’t even sound like myself anymore! I sound like I inhaled helium or... or something, as I croak out “help,” because something starts shoving way up deep inside my belly, no below it. A quiet plea in an empty house, that goes unheard. I’m completely alone. “Help!” I repeat, sounding more shrill this time. Wait, shrill? “Is that my voice?” I ask in a sweet syrruppy tone, and then whatever my face is, it falls in horror.

“Oh, no no no no,” I chant, clumsily scraping the last of my shirt off with my uncoordinated hand-things, even as the neck gets caught on my wide hips, that it has to stretch around. Wide hips, that don’t just look like pony hips. They look like mare hips! My hand—finger—hoof? My limb feels down between my legs in vain, finding no balls, no cock, nothing but smooth round pelvis, with a soft divide in it, a cleft that I’m intimately familiar with thanks to Twilight, but not like this!

“Why,” I sob in a high pitched woman’s voice, just dropping limply to the floor, feeling what’s left of my reproductive system ballooning outward within me as I lay there. Again, I receive no answer. This wasn’t supposed to happen! This can’t be happening! I’ve been had! Twilight played me for a sucker the whole time! Or did she? I don’t know what’s going on! And now she did... this to me because... because I don’t know! Some sort of aesop about learning to walk in her horseshoes? Revenge for not treating her like a mare? I’m a...

I’m a mare!!

I don’t know what to do about this. I need help. Why did Twilight do this to me? What did I do? I don’t even remember what she said to me! I manage to reach the stuff that was once in my bag, which has been unceremoniously dumped on the ground when Twilight cannibalized my bag for her own purposes. My phone is there. I need to call some... someone. I need to call Nick! He knows the secret. He knows about ponies he’ll... he’ll see me like this. I can’t let him see me like this! But I need help! But I can’t...

...

I can’t get my phone to unlock.

“Fuck!” I shriek cutely, kicking... no, punching the phone away. I only have one huge clunky stiff hoof on each hand, and it’s too big to type anything on a tiny smart phone! What am I going to do?!

Crying like a little bitch is not what I’d call a favorable option, but it’s all I have left. I don’t know anything about anything or anyone. I’m just laying here a complete mess, an emotional and physical wreck, and there’s nothing I can do besides curl into the fetal position and sob.

Eventually, my cries sink to appropriately girly sounding whimpers. I just... lay there, staring dully forward. Am I really a pony? I have to keep looking down to see my own arms and belly covered smoothly in pale yellow fur, just to remind myself that I am a pony. It seems so impossible! Yet... Twilight Sparkle wasn’t impossible. Did she... did...

Did she really betray me?

Eventually my whimpers just... die out. I don’t even know anymore. I just lie there wondering... trying to wrap my head around this and failing. I lie there undecided and burnt out, until I start to realize that I’m getting bored.

“I’m a—” I say, before my own voice stops me short. I am not used to sounding like this. “I’m a girl,” I say, sounding like... well, like Lily, I guess.

Nick could help me. He’s my only hope at this point. But if I can’t even contact him, I have no idea how he’s going to know anything happened. No one could possibly know that something happened here, except... except me and... Twilight who doesn’t even care about me anymore. She’s gone. I don’t think she’s ever coming back. What did I do to drive her away?

“Girl, girl, girl,” I repeat, trying to figure out how to even comprehend this. Am I supposed to have foals or something? Does this make me my own daughter? What just happened back there?

My tears come again, and they just don’t want to stop. A quiet squeal of a whine escapes me, in a voice I should never have had. I feel terrible. I feel abandoned... cheated... and I can’t even stand up! I lay in my own misery, unable to deal with anything without my Twilie. I just want to lay here forever, until she comes back to me, until I’m a man once more, and everything makes sense again.

With my cheek pressed into the carpet, I look dismally at one of my hooves. Because I actually have those now, apparantly. Staring at it in dazed disbelief for a while, I try flexing the hoof. It feels like bending my finger, when the tip bends, but what used to be my wrist is now my elbow? It feels like a wrist as I lift the lower half of my foreleg up and down. I don’t know what to do, so I just lay here, feeling betrayed and lost, working out my hoofy arm.

Then I realize I’m getting thirsty.

“Oh for Pete’s sake,” I chirp grouchily, and it sounds like I’m talking about whether to buy a dress with flowers or with hearts, rather than talking about the end to my life and reality as we know it. Shouldn’t someone be happening upon my sad sack of pony and tears, to experiment on me, or save me from whatever... this is? How am I even supposed to even feed myself, if I can’t even stand up?!

Well I mean, technically I haven’t tried standing up yet.

I would be so mortified if someone burst in on me right now. So very mortified. The house is empty. Beyond the walls of my house, the wind rushes through the naked branches of the trees. Nobody’s coming to visit any time soon that I know of, not my sister, not my only friend, not Twilight Sparkle...

...

Nobody? No takers? Just gonna let me pick myself up here? Nobody gonna throw me a curve ball? Throw me an anything? I’m so alone.

If I ignore it, it’ll no doubt happen at the absolute worst time. That’s how those stories work, right? That’s how those stories work, because there is no way that this is real. This is... real. O-okay something really weird happened to me, but it’s not like I can’t... go back the way I was. This is just temporary, right? I just have to avoid g-getting impregnated myself, a-and that’s a thing that can happen now? My tail curls between my legs at the thought, of what I am down there.

Wait, my tail?

It’s a strange green brush between my legs. Not even green, it’s... strange green. Kind of... blueish, I guess? My arms awkwardly wrap around it and I’m trying to analyze the color of my own tail and—okay, don’t panic.

“I have a tail,” I tell myself. “I am a pony. I’m... I am a mare.”

I don’t know if it helps to say it out loud, but I need something to calm me down. I clop my hands together and they actually clop. Then I place them on the floor in front of me. I um... okay how do I do the back feet?

It takes a lot of false starts, and uncharacteristic swearing, even more uncharacteristic now that every time I go down with a frustrated, “Shit!” it sound like a protesting chipmunk whose nuts just got stolen. The good news is all this twisting around and rolling on the floor is giving me a very good feel for what my body is now. Of course I couldn’t be wearing clothing. It’s all too big! I could cover myself with a shirt, like a dress, with a neck that slips down past my shoulders. But at this point I’ve much more important worries than modesty, so the feeling of naked pony skin rubbing against carpet becomes a familiar sensation to me.

Finally, I’m standing, shakily. It gets easier once I figure to move my back feet into position first. Then it’s as simple as walking my arms forward, pulling my butt upright from behind. I look in the mirror I’ve been writhing next to, and... it’s pretty sad. I look like a wobbly kneed newborn horse, probably because I am newborn, but I’m at least as tall as Twilight Sparkle, so I have to be adult age, whatever that is for ponies. Am I really a pony, or just a human squished like clay into a pony shape? Or is it all just an illusion? Is everything an illusion?

I don’t know. All I know is I see a pony in the mirror, and it just feels like I’m standing normally on my four feet. On my four feet.

Walking is... easier than I expect, but my expectations are pretty low at this point. I’m vaguely stumbling forward with shaking hooves, and afraid that if I fall over it’ll take me another huge amount of time and trouble to get my hooves under me again. I look back at my tail. Such a pretty green swoosh. How do you move tails?

Trying every muscle I can think of, it’s confusing, but arching my back makes my tail lift up, and um... standing like a scared cat makes it go down. Also fear and loathing seem to make it go down. I don’t have a lot of control of my tail, but enough that I can turn my back to the mirror, and uncoordinatedly lift my tail out of the way, in a cheery arc just like Twilight’s tail, which leaves my underside completely exposed.

...

It looks like Twilight’s pussy. Just... yellow in color. And mine. A compact little anus, between my two separate buttcheeks, below which a soft envelope conforms somewhat to the curve of my belly, all covered in a dusting of yellow fur. It looks... inviting. Is that really between my legs? Just the sort of thing I would be making love to, given half a chance. Wait, am I getting turned on by myself?

...yeah it’d make sense, considering I’m a guy looking at a girl pony. Is that going to change, too? My... preferences? How do you even know what your sexual preferences are? D-did Twilight make me this way so I’d leave her alone, and start chasing after stallions, instead? Would stallions look... sexy to me, now?

No answers, no help, no imminent danger of discovery, successfully standing... like a pony, and with some rudimentary movement of my tail. Not too shabby for a mare who was reduced to a quivering wreck not two hours ago. Oh I am so doomed why am I a mare help me I can’t be here it can’t be real what do I do help—

I guess as I totally panic, the experience of observing in the mirror the twin rubies that are my irises shrinking is worth a little panicking. I need to know as much about my body as I can, at this point, of course. But flooding with fear, trying to run away from my own scared reflection, immediately falling over, then rolling around on the floor, squealing in terror, trying desperately to get my flailing hooves under me, to somehow force all this to make sense? Not my proudest moment.

“What do I do?” I moan in despair at last, laying on my back and kicking my four legs and zero hands above me in frustration as I do. Flopping on my side, I stare dully at the edge of my fallen reflection, but no answers come to mind. I don’t know anything anymore, and what to do, I just... need a drink, because I’m thirsty, and beyond that... I’m lost. Do I reveal myself to the authorities? To the world? To my best friend? Or do I... hide...

If I knew what Twilight was doing, I probably would have burst out of my house, and blindly galloped down the street to give myself up at the nearest police station. As-is, I just figure out a way to get a drink, and then see about contacting Nick.

Author's Notes:

Well that escalated quickly.