After a sec, I realize that Lucy must be talking about a metaphorical thing, not becoming literally lesbian. The purple haired, pink unicorn is not talking about losing interest in men, but rather talking about gaining an interest in women. Or at least an interest in former men, who everyone says are totally girly, even though I’m like, totally not!

“Told you ponies were OP,” I tell Lucy with a shaky laugh, nudging my shoulder against her warmly, finding her still slightly quivering from that teensy little orgasm I managed to give her. I stand with the post-orgasmic unicorn surrounded by cars that some ponies may have figured out how to drive, but nobody seems to have figured out how to keep them consistently fueled.

“Is that why we have this freaky long tongue?” Lucy asks, giving me a sorta bluish eyed look, “You just... totally just... I didn’t know it would feel that good!”

“Yeah, but a guy’s penis makes him feel good, not just you,” I reply sagely, “My tongue doesn’t orgasm.”

Stepping away from me to give me a more thoughtful look, Lucy fails to comment on my wisdom. It’s not until we’re leaving through the car dealership that she speaks above the soft clop-clop of our hooves, voice heavy with excitement when she carefully says, “It’s really... incredible you know what it feels like to have a penis.”

“It’s... nice, yeah,” I admit, sparing her a shy glance, “I’d probably be a lot more weirded out by guys wanting to have sex with me, if I didn’t know what it felt like to want that.”

“W-what’s it like?” the purple haired peachy unicorn asks, blushing, “I mean... so, your penis feels really good inside a woman, huh? Felt. Um.”

“No, I remember,” I tell her, blushing. We pause at the edge of the yard out in the sunny afternoon, clouds scudding overhead as I tell my friend and... lover, I guess, “A penis feels kind of like that clitoris thing, except big and spread out, and... heavy.”

“Heavy?” she asks, looking like she already sort of understands.

“Not literally, it just feels... like it’s hanging there, between your legs, like a big weight, that needs to be relieved with sex,” I tell her, feeling somewhat jaded when I say, “And if you don’t have anyone, it just makes you feel like... going up to some girl and just start doing her.”

Lucy seems alarmed at that, so I hastily add, “Not uncontrollably, but like you want to woo her, and date her, and feel better about yourself. You’re standing there just... wanting to do some girl, and how much of a terrible person do you have to be to want that?”

“Pretty terrible, I think?” Lucy says uncertainly, “You’re basically saying all men are pigs, right?”

Sighing, I shake my head, saying, “No you’re not a terrible person is what I’m saying, but you feel that way. Even as a girl I look at... penises and I feel like getting that inside me, and I might be a terrible person for doing it, but not for wanting it. Because guys feel that way too, just... opposite.”

“Oh, so you’re saying arousal as a guy is just... there,” Lucy concludes, swishing her tail in a conflicted manner.

“Yeah, it’s just... how Sue feels now,” I admit, “They always say guys do it for power, or to exploit women, or out of anger, but since I was a guy I know it just feels that good to him.” Blushing, I add, “Makes it hard to resist giving it to him. I didn’t really mean to get pregnant.”

“It’s funny, I’ve been friends with you a while, and you’ve probably been pregnant the whole time,” Lucy says with a weak smile, “You don’t seem like it. But I guess you’re getting morning sickness and everything.”

“A little,” I say cautiously, looking at my unrevealing yellow-furred rump, “I think ponies don’t have very difficult pregnancies.” My voice gets a little shaky when I say, “It’s we-eird that there’s a baby pony in me, but it hasn’t even gotten big enough for me to feel it.”

“Eleven months is a long time,” Lucy agrees solemnly, also looking at my butt. “I guess we’ll just have to find out.”

I really should have caught her meaning in that.

Lucy is on my mind an awful lot, but she isn’t the only friend I have who’s in trouble. My other friend has the opposite problem to her, a stallion without enough mares, and I think I can help him. To address Dusty’s needs though, I’m afraid I’m going to have to approach... other mares.

Don’t get me wrong, I love being able to approach people and make friends, but I mean like... groups of mares. People in my larger group thing—which is totally not a herd—have gathered together in smaller ways when congregating. We can’t all do everything together, after all. And upon taking a look at who’s with whom, I can see the solution to my problem is obvious, if intimidating.

A lot of us are mares, either naturally or turned into them, and a lot of the mares are hanging out together, in groups of just mares. Like, to the point that there are groups of six girls, while a guy’s only got one or two standing around him. It’s just hard to be around a guy I think, if you don’t have anyone to impregnate your needy little rump, but it ends up sabatoging any chances they have of getting laid.

It’s intimidating to talk with these groups, because I have been seen with Sue, and it’s so unfair that only I get fulfillment like that. They just start walking in the other direction when I approach, or give me these disapproving looks, or both. But it’s important I do this, not for me, but for my friends... and for these lonely girls. I think I know what they’re going through, and I can’t believe it, but I might actually be in a position to help them!

Or... condemn them, depending on your definition of morality.

I’m still not all that good at relationships, but I think I’m learning. I’m certainly not trying to let it happen naturally anymore. Doing what comes naturally only succeeded because of my awesome friends making up for my terrible mishandling of things, so even though it doesn’t feel natural, I have to trot up to a group of mares standing around in the barn after lunch, saying casually, “So... not a lot of us turned into stallions, huh?”

The blue haired, pink pegasus mare among them blinks at me and says, “Well hello to you too, Meadowsweet.”

“Oh, h-hello Firefly, sorry I’ve...” I bite my lip at not even thinking to introduce myself, “I’ve had a lot on my mind lately, sorry.”

“More like a lot on her ...” one of the others mumbles, while another snickers at whatever she said. Six mares here, just standing in a little group, all looking at me. Um.

“Yeah, I’m Meadowsweet,” I say with a nervous laugh, “And I uh... just noticed you all kind of hanging out together, and... I think I know why.”

“Because we’re friends? ” Firefly says in a very unfriendly way.

“Well yeah, but I was just thinking that maybe since you’re all f–currently female, some of you might be single?” I ask anxiously, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, i-if you want to be single. I’m just curious.”

“Why would you care if we’re single or not?” Firefly asks in a disaffected tone, turning to give me a sideways look.

Swallowing, I say, “I was just thinking some people e-especially girls might not want to be single, because with so few of us as stallions, it’s hard for girls to find a relationship.”

“Oh that’s rich, coming from you,” says a bat pony, shorter than Firefly, with pink fur and green hair, and a disgusted scowl on her face.

“Me?” I squeak, stepping back.

A blue earth pony with brownish hair steps forward saying, “Yeah, you get all the stallions you want!”

“What are you just here to rub it in?” asks a unicorn who’s brown with blue hair, but a different brown, and a different blue, a hurt expression on her face.

“No!” I protest, sweating, quickly losing control of this situation, “I wanna help you!”

“Well, maybe some of us are happy not getting as pregnant as we want all day,” Firefly declares vehemently.

“Are you all single?” I ask, anxiously. Six is too much!

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” Firefly retorts, “Some of us want to be single, and there’s nothing wrong with that!”

Blinking at her helplessly, I plead, “But that’s what I just said!”

“No you...” Firefly paused, her eyes turning up in thought as she frowns. “Okay maybe you did,” she says, “But why are you here, and not with your stallion?”

“Just what is wrong with me being with a stallion?” I ask, stomping.

“B-besides getting pregnant,” I add quietly.

It’s a blue-green pegasus with a pink stripe in her blue hair who says vehemently, with a stomp of her own, “You’re not even sorry for what you did to Nick!”

...what? I completely blank on that. I hope my stomps don’t look as adorable as that one she just did.

“Everyone thinks you’re so great,” Firefly sneers, “And you don’t even care that you broke Nick’s heart, and rejected him for that dirtbag, Sue!”

...

“He was your one true love!”

I try not to bust out laughing. I fail. I fail hard. Oh god they’re gonna kill me where I lay, hugging my gut in belly shaking laughter. Nick they’re actually talking about Nick and... and that dirtbag Sue! Sue’s standing over Nick’s plaintive pleas, he’s gotta wife beater on, and one of those little dirtbag moustache goatees, with me slung under his arm and I can’t stop imagining it, help!

Even worse than murdering me, they all start to turn to leave! “Wait!” I gasp breathlessly, holding out a forehoof to them and wheezing, “It’s not... haha... not like that! Please just...” Trying to steady my breathing, I slide my haunches under me, saying, “Please, just... hear me... out.”

“None of us know what really happened,” the sixth pony huffs defensively from the cluster of them together, an orange unicorn mare, with a pink mane, “But everyone knows you were with Nick! You and him were the first to get together! Together on the journey to Bronycon, with only one blanket to share!”

“While that’s... technically true, I didn’t reject Nick at all,” I huff, sucking in cautious breaths and crawling to my hooves. Feeling a little less likely to bust out laughing again, I say, “Nick rejected me, and I’m totally cool with that. It was the meat diet thing, where he wasn’t feeling good, so he couldn’t handle me and... two others.”

“Two others?” the blue/green furred pegasus among them asks, her eyes wide and attentive.

Biting my lip, I say, “Yeah, um... Nick is with Mira, and...”

I solemnly swear that immediately following this moment, I was going to say “And I really shouldn’t talk about other people’s private lives,” but before I can speak, the green-haired pink one exclaims in shock,

“Mira?! But she was the driver! Did you pull off on the side of the road?”

“No, no she was human back then,” I assure the pony lady, “Mira got with Nick after we got to the farm, and Mira really is... great for Nick. And you should ask her if you want to know more about their... love life. I–I really don’t know.”

“So, Nick broke up with... you?” Firefly asks, with a reluctant astonishment.

“Yeah he... sorta, I mean... yes, we broke up, before I started having a relationship with Sue,” I tell her confidently in the end. Because technically Nick and I did stop having sex, before Sue started doing me. I don’t mention how I started fucking Nick again, after I had a relationship with Sue.

“So Sue is my... one and only, I suppose,” I add laughing weakly. My diaphragm hurts. “And... he’s about the opposite of a dirtbag. Have any of you talked to Sue?”

“And get you coming after me? Not a chance!” Firefly protests with conviction.

“Why would I come after you?” I ask in bewilderment.

“Seriously?” Firefly replies, “You’re having sex with him, right?”

“...y-yeah I guess so?” I say uncertainly, “Not sure I should be talking about his... wait no, this is my private life um...”

“And you won’t get mad?” someone else asks very skeptically.

“I don’t get mad if you just talk to him,” I say, turning to beseech the mares.

“So, we can all just go cuddle up with Sue,” Firefly suggests warily, “And go off with him alone, totally not having sex, and you’re totally okay with that.”

“No, I’m not!” I tell her, frustrated, “He’s already got me, and Holly, and Lucy! I’m trying to get you to have sex with my other stallion!”

Giving me a sideways look, she asks, “...Nick?”

“No, my other, other stallion,” I clarify. And now they’re all looking at me in extra disgustment.

“It’s not like that!” I protest, splay-legged, “I’m not supposed to be with him!”

“There aren’t as many guys now, and you’ve got three?!” Firefly demands, scraping the ground dangerously, “You’re not suppose to be with—wait, you just said that.” She looks confused at her own forehoof.

“Look, I’m not worried about Sue,” I claim desperately, “At all. He’s got no reason to leave me and the others to go have sex with other females. We’re taking good care of him.”

“Well... yeah, but... I mean what if one of us tries to... jump him?” Firefly asks, glancing with worry at the others.

“He’s like twice our size!” I retort, “What are you gonna do, whine him to death?”

“I could stun him,” the unicorn mare says, while the bat pony mare adds,

“Ponies like me are taking down whole cows. If we worked together...”

“But y-you aren’t planning on just... mass raping Sue are you?” I ask with a nervous laugh.

“No, I...!” the bat pony says in surprise, then blushes heavily, shuffling her wings, mumbling, “No, it just came out wrong I’d never really...”

“We’re not all single, you know,” the pink and green pegasus says with a defiant frown, “I’ve been having a great relationship with a guy named Andrew, who stayed a guy pony.”

“Then why isn’t he ever hanging out with all of you?” I ask, looking confused at the other five mares beside her.

“Because we’d stun him, and dive bomb him, and mass rape him if he did?” Firefly asks humorlessly. “It’s just impossible to think when one of the male ponies is around!”

“Y-yeah...” I grant, ears briefly tipping down.

“It’s easier to keep it just girls,” the blue/sortablue pegasus says, “Especially for those of us who can’t just... go have any stallion she wants.”

“That’s kind of what I was thinking,” I admit, pondering, “Not because you’re really going to rape a guy. That was just metaphorical.”

“Y-yeah,” the blue earth pony says, stepping back and glancing around with the others, “Metaphorical.”

“I just wanted to know who needs a stallion,” I tell her firmly, “So I know who to recommend. To a stallion, who I might know.” Addressing the whole crowd, I ask, “So... who’s single?”

Then they all just look at me, silently! After all that!

“Meadowsweet, maybe you shouldn’t recommend any of us,” Firefly says, not alleviating my rising panic. “We’re all female. We can’t have... sex now, even if we want to, because I don’t wanna give birth to a fucking pony.”

“Not to mention pregnant for-fucking-ever,” the green/pink bat pony groans.

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” I say. Everyone gives me a look. “I–I thought there’d be more nausea, but... I feel fine, really!” I tell them, lifting a hoof.

“Are you trying to get us all pregnant?” the bat pony asks staring at me in disbelief.

“No, I... I’m sorry, I thought... I’m not trying to...” I stammer, trying to figure out how to explain to them how Rachel’s gonna make like a million mares pregnant if he doesn’t have a few to focus on.

“I–I’m just saying,” I just say, stumbling away, “I didn’t mean you have to, I just wanted to let you know, sorry. I um... sorry.”

Then blushing in shame, I flee.

So now I really am afraid to approach groups of mares who are obviously single. It must be driving them up the wall, to be so irritable, and I just can’t deal with it. I can’t help them, because I feel wonderful, and I always say something stupid because of all the wonderful things I just take for granted, that all the other mares only wish they had.

Lucy and I are working out amazingly, at least. She’s getting the hang of... oral sex, and it’s just adorable how she likes to explore around my uh, womb, even though the baby’s not big enough to feel in there yet. If I was worried about her fucking Sue though, it’s certainly becoming less worrying as I get to know her better.

Lucy’s... I don’t want to say obsessed with penis, but she likes me to shove my tongue in as if it were a penis, instead of licking her, or curling inside her or anything. I make her orgasm with my lips, and the soft underside of my hoof massaging her nipples, but as her throes of orgasm start to take her, Lucy keeps saying things like “Hoh god, I want dick,” and “He’d shove it deep and just fuckin’ do me,” or “Wanna push... my... baby outta my... hanhh!”

I guess the tipping point is when Lucy was kind of stalking me, Sue and Holly, because as soon as she gets me alone... well, after I met with Sue, I was walking out of the dealership, whickering in happiness all full of semen. Out of the blue, Lucy grabs my tail then and pulls me aside, saying frantically,

“Meadows, c’mere! I... I saw him. I saw him inside you!” She’s wild eyed and worked up like crazy by this, telling me nose to nose, “He pushed his penis into you and held it in there while he came and came!”

“H-he did,” I say, shying back from her a little. But the pink and purple unicorn will not be denied. She curls back behind me and pulls my tail high into the air. All I can see is it in the grip of her glimmering bluish magic as she noses under there, saying huskily,

“Is this his... semen? God it’s even coming out of you!”

“I-it does that for a while,” I continue to stutter. “Not like it oop—!”

Her magic outright lifts me in the air then, by my side more than my tail, pushing me flat on my back and pinning my horsey hind legs wide.

Lucy pounces on top of me, horn glowing brightly, straddling me as I say, “C-c-careful if you get any inside you—!” Then she mashes her labia right up against my own and holy moley does she want it!

“Oh god his seed’s all over... me...” Lucy pants staring at her groin, and something starts... not licking, but rubbing all around my clitoris, and w-within it? It just rises in tingles all on its own, as she says intensely, “This’s happening to me... I want you to... squeeze.” It starts happening to my nipples too, and I writhe in pleasure unable to pull away from the unicorn pinning me down, as another orgasm rises in me. I–I can’t stop it!

Staring at where Lucy’s firmly pressed her vulva against my own, her tingling magic does things to me down there, and I just start to orgasm. I contract inside, and it starts to squirt—out of me! I try to hold back and that just makes it more intense, until I’m gasping in short breaths, my body singing in orgasm in contrast to the confusion and alarm as my rhythmic contractions keep squeezing Sue’s extra seed out of me, right up into Lucy’s hungry cunt.

I stare up at her, doing something I never thought I would ever be able to do as a girl, and there’s just... no way to stop. “Hmmn... I can’t...!” Lucy says anxiously as the last of it just pulses outta me, eyes squeezing shut as she jerks her vulva away from mine, standing up as she sticks her rump high in the air, her legs on either side of me, quivering there and whimpering, “Inside me! I feel it inside... me!”

After a moment, I manage to tell her weakly, “I guess you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant anymore.”

Lucy takes to Sue with the enthusiasm she seems to apply to everything. Her greatest complaint is that she can’t believe me and Holly are okay with it, even though Holly was perfectly okay with me, so why wouldn’t we be okay with someone else? But after Sue’s finally mounted up on Lucy, rhythmically thrusting inside her, she starts to relax around us. It’s beautiful really, the anxious unicorn breathing deeper, forgetting her inhibitions, until she’s staring at us gladly, rather than with fear, indulging solely in the penis pumping inside her right now.

“Oh Lucy, I love being a man so much...” Sue huffs hugging her flanks and thrusting shamelessly into her hips, “Gonna cum... inside you so hard.”

“Thanks for doing this,” I tell the penetrated unicorn mare with a little bit of shame, “Sorry, you’re getting... pregnant.”

“Nhh...” Lucy responds, her hard rocking slowing as Sue shudders for whatever she’s doing inside to him. “I don’t wanna get pregnant, but I need to!” she whines to me frantically.

I hear a ruffle of wings and a whimper, and it’s pretty clear what Holly’s doing to herself laying on the ground there behind me. I turn to look at the red and green bat pony squatting there with her hoof between her thighs as she stares at Sue and Lucy with big eyes, stammering hungrily, “I w-want it to happen to you too, sorry. Just... just let his semen s–s-shoot up into you yes...”

“See? Even Holly likes it,” I reassure Lucy, laying my neck over hers. As she’s currently getting fucked right now, Lucy’s moving and sliding and panting against me, but I think the contact helps.

“I feel him, Meadows. I... feel you.” she murmurs, “I’m gettin’ fucked, and I can feel you. God you’re... with me.”

“Yeah, I’m here,” I tell her, laying my forehoof over her back, nuzzling the pony as Sue enthusiastically mates with her, “Sue’s penis feels so good when he does this to me. You can feel where he’s gonna cum, it just pushes deep and—”

“Deep...” Lucy pants beside me, looking forward unseeing, only thinking about her vagina, “Stretching me... can’t... stop it he can’t... he can’t stop...”

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I say, pulling back and looking at the panting Lucy fondly, leaving just my hoof contacting her flushed cheek. “You’re so lost in it, you’re not scared anymore, you only want it. He’s in your vagina, Lucy. You’re letting him impregnate you.”

Lucy hooks my foreleg in hers, pulling on my weight, gazing at me and growling huskily, “I wannit...”

“You’re...” Sue utters tensely above and behind Lucy, as he strokes himself to climax in the unicorn’s velvety tunnel, “Making her squeeze me, Meadows.” Lucy also grips me tighter and tighter as Sue groans, “Wanna cum in her. Wanna fill her with babies.”

Then he loses sight of me, and stares forward, humping earnestly into the mare. Lucy’s grip suddenly slackens then, as she breaks out of her lust-addled trance. Standing on all fours, Lucy looks at me with a panicked expression and squeals anxiously, “It’s happening again! He’s getting bigger!”

“Y-you didn’t know what the flare is?” I ask her. Lucy faintly shakes her head. “It’s his penis trying to seal off your womb,” I tell her, “Means he’s about to cum.”

“Oh, I love it,” she moans, growing liquid-eyed, pushing back against his hips, “Does this happen every time?”

“Y-yeah,” I say fondly, “His penis is changing you into a mother, Lucy. Your body is ready to fill with semen now, and start making a baby.”

“It’s... too much I...” she tosses her mane, staring above me with her mouth hanging open panting as she plants her hooves and heaves back against the thrusts of her stallion. Sue’s hips shove close then and he pulls her against him, staring intently at the back of her head as he feels his penis prepare to ejaculate. All is still for a timeless moment, then Lucy pants a single breathy, “Hahh,” with eyes widening in shock. She sinks her head to look at me crazily, arching back against him, and deeply breathing again, “Huhh. He’s...”

“That’s it, just let him impregnate you,” I say, rubbing my soaking wet thighs together in drunken indulgence, at least by proxy.

“It’s so warm...” she whines, staring at me liquid eyed. “It... wait what’s...” her face drops in shock as her pupils narrow and she helplessly gasps tenser and louder, “Ah! Ahh! Ah! Ahhh!”

Lucy’s voice tightens to open-mouthed silence in that all-encompassing paralyzing pleasure of orgasm, and I can see a certain red and green bat pony on her back, sideways to Lucy with her head underneath her.

“Holly’s likes to lick me too,” I tell the powerfully orgasming Lucy, “Sue’s gonna start leaking out of you, and Holly’ll lick it all up.”

Lucy responds by snaking forward and biting my—shoulder, holy crap!

“Damn,” Sue says, as the unicorn shivers under him and I’m afraid to move because her teeth are digging into my flesh! “She is cumming hard,” Sue declares, holding his hips firmly against hers. Her breath on my neck comes hot as she breathes to the rhythm of her body contracting around the stallion over and over again.

Shakily, I take my unfettered arm and hang it around Lucy’s neck again, whimpering from the crushing pain behind her bite. She snorts, and doesn’t let go, but the pressure of her jaws lessens. She just... holds onto me with her mouth from then, until the tremors in her have settled.

After a moment, I try telling her gently, “You’re all pregnant now, Lucy. You can let me go.”

I wince as she slightly shakes her head.

“Okay, then...”

Lucy relaxes against me bit by bit, as Sue climbs off of her, worried about what she’s doing to my shoulder. Waving him off with the arm hanging onto her, I say, “No, no she just... needs to do this right now. It’s only a little bite.”

Lucy’s ears go down at that, and I stroke my free forearm down her mane as she trembles, saying, “It’s okay... it hit you pretty hard, huh. Just... take all the time you need.”

Lucy’s breathing evens out, and if she wasn’t y’know... biting me I’d think she was drifting off to sleep right there. Her silent... thing ends, when she shudders, and opens her jaws, pulling back and whimpering, “Oh god Meadowsweet you’re bleeding...”

“Doesn’t look too bad, does it?” I ask uneasily. Lucy just starts licking my shoulder with stinging little swipes of her tongue. She’s quite into cleaning me off like that I guess, when I remark a little nervously,

“So... I taste good, huh?”

Lucy pauses, then jerks away, stumbling backwards and falling to her haunches on the asphalt with a squish. “I... I wasn’t tasting you!” she squeaks, staring at me in guilty horror.

“I don’t see how you could avoid it,” I gripe, trying to look at my own shoulder, and not really succeeding. I sure can taste it though, when my own tongue swipes over the indentations in my flesh her teeth left, little dots of blood blooming from the fangs in her mouth managing to pierce my deceptively soft seeming hide. The blood flow’s already almost totally stopped though, so I guess it was pretty superficial.

Lucy meanwhile fishmouths a moment, before admitting warily, “...you taste more like a rabbit than a cow.”

“Hey, if you eat me, then give birth, I guess we can call it even, huh?” I ask with an awkward smile. My attempt at levity doesn’t go off very well. The next time I’m hugging Lucy while Sue cums inside, she just buries her nose in the fluff of my chest instead of biting me at all. Which is nice, I guess, but... I dunno. I get the feeling that Lucy really needed to bite someone, just then. As easy as it is to give into the urge, it’s not easy to give into the urge to give birth to my little ponies, and you just wanna bite something sometimes.

The town’s been gathering supplies for winter, even though it’s like the middle of summer. We won’t be able to grow stuff in winter, so we’re gonna need a pretty big surplus. Of hay at least. The meat is pretty much taken care of around here. A thousand ponies eating half of a quarter pound of meat every day, give or take a mouse, that adds up to 125 pounds a day, which adds up to 1 cow every 5 days, 75 cows a year, and 150 cows over 2 years. So given that cows give birth every other year or so, a herd with 150 um... female cows would totally sustain us. There are a lot more than 300 adult cows out there.

“Well I dunno how many cows there are exactly,” a dark blue earth pony mare says, who used to be a guy working at the feedlot north of town named Louis. She gazes with her bubblegum pink eyes at the cows clustered together wandering along the horizon. “But we had 50 pens, and I dunno, maybe a hundred cows per pen? So there’s gonna be at least uh...”

“5000 cows,” I say dazedly, “That’s a lotta cows.”

“Yeah uh, doesn’t seem like that much, now,” she says, as we watch the sun set over the small bunch of cows, “There sure is a lot of land for ‘em to spread out on. I’m really worried about the big cities, you know?”

When I shake my head negatory, she clarifies, “These cows were meant to be slaughtered and shipped all across the country. Now we got more than we know what to do with, but what about where we were shipping them to? Gonna be hard put to find meat in the middle of New York City.”

“Maybe that’s where everyone’s starving to death,” I muse darkly, “In the middle of cities where not even grass will grow.”

“Wish I could help them,” Louis says sympathetically. “Hope they’re not gonna come in like... armies of ponies or something, to take our cows.”

“I wonder what it’s really like out there,” I tell her worriedly, “But nobody’s come over here from... Omaha or anything.”

“A few people came from Wood Lake,” she counters, “But that place is a uh, there are like 20 people living there, so they just didn’t have enough people to keep the place going when the trucks stopped shipping.”

“They probably don’t have a creek,” I muse, “We’d be stuck if pegasi couldn’t literally whip water up into rain clouds.”

“Yeah, eating hay, rain on demand, ponies are... really good at living past the apocalypse,” she says, with a fond look at the grass tickling at her hooves.

“Except for the meat,” I point out regrettably, “I don’t know what a pony could possibly hunt in a city. Cats?”

She shrugs, looking off across the horizon, murmuring, “Maybe those cows have ranged farther than we thought.”

It’s been a mild summer I think, mostly thanks to the pegasi, and wherever they get those rain clouds from. Still nice and warm though, Lucy’s working out great, and there’s plenty of time for me to hook Rachel up before the next really big, huge, unexpected change in my life. It’s easy to do so in fact, because well... I thought I failed, but it turns out I don’t know everything there is to know about pony interaction.

“H-hey, Meadowsweet, right?” says a bright weirdly blue pegasus with a pink stripe in her blue hair, the mare fluttering down from the sky to land by my side, right when I’m heading out of town, back to the barn for lunch.

“Oh, hi,” I tell her, quite happy to pause on my way to talk with someone new, “Sorry I think I’ve seen you, but I don’t know if we’ve met.” At her conflicted look, I ask nervously, “We haven’t met, have we? I kinda forget that sometimes.”

“It was when you—I just wanted—” she stutters, shifting from left to right hooves uncertainly. “You uh... you said you know a guy,” she says, then blushes, and stammers, “I–I mean we met, when you said you knew a guy who was a stallion, and I’m sorry I should’ve said something, and I just wanted to say none of us meant to upset you.”

Blinking, I say, “Oh, right! You were with Firefly, when I...”

Oh, right.

My ears go down in shame, as the mare repeats, “I don’t think any of us wanted to upset you. It’s just hard sometimes. Being a girl who can’t... get any, and you’re getting all sorts of...”

“It’s true,” I tell her glumly, “It’s so unfair how many stallions just... wanna be ...with me. I started out with Nick, and... kind of pushed myself onto Sue I guess. It’s because I was like you at the time.”

“Like me?” she queries, incredulously.

“Not for months,” I assure her, “But it was bad even after just a few weeks. Nick wasn’t... with me anymore, and I was just getting desperate. To find a guy. I didn’t wanna get pregnant, but... y’know.”

“Yeah, I know,” she sighs, “Not much choice about it. Either be miserable, or... have a foal.”

“So I just... followed Sue and Holly,” I say sheepishly, “Until... well, they caught me, and they were offended, but Holly was just worried I’d expose them, and Sue was willing to forgive me, if I had sex with him. Next thing you know, he’s... y’know, putting babies in me.”

Wide-eyed, the pegasus mare asks, “Are you okay? He just forced himself on you?”

“Hey, it was my fault for snooping on them,” I reply irritably, “I had to just... I mean I did it because I wanted sex, so why shouldn’t he give me what I wanted?”

“I dunno, just... I wasn’t there, so I can’t say if it was bad or not,” she admits shyly.

“Well, that’s why I got two stallions,” I tell her, “I just was lucky enough to know one already. When Nick finally made love to me, I was literally the only mare in the world. Except for Twilight Sparkle, but she was... away.

“S-so it’s not like I’m a great catch or anything,” I conclude sheepishly, “Just... right place at the right time.”

“And the third stallion?” she asks, with a pained look, “You said you had an other other stallion!”

...

“Maybe I am extra pretty, or something?” I tell her self-consciously, “I’m not any skinnier than you. Um...” Pushing my butt against hers, I remark, “My hips aren’t especially wider than yours, see?” Stepping away from the surprised mare, I admit, “I don’t know what makes an attractive woman, much less a pony one. Mostly it’s just that I’m willing, I guess? I–I mean you never just hung out with Rachel, did you?”

“The gardener?” she asks thoughtfully, “I brought some rain to him once or twice. Mostly I’ve been hanging out with...”

She falls silent then, frowning and rubbing her foreleg under her chin. Meeting my eyes with striking orbs of warm gold, the mare says anxiously, “I couldn’t hang out with stallions! I couldn’t just hang out with him, because I wanted to... you know. Be with him! With guys. With other guys. I–I’m not even supposed to be a girl.”

“Oh, you used to be a guy too,” I realize with a look of sympathy. “Pretty crazy being a girl, huh?”

Blinking at me in shock, she blurts out, “You used to be a guy?!”

Ugh. Hanging my head, I grumble too cutely, “Not a very good one, I guess. But yeah.”

“Wow, sorry um... man,” the mare says cutely, just like I always do, “If it helps, I wasn’t very good at being a guy either. I never really managed to have much of a relationship.”

“That’s pretty common, just for being human, I think,” I tell her, “But I dunno if it’s more common for those of us who ended up as girls, than for those of us who stayed guys.”

“Well, a guy I met in town named Joe used to be pretty good at being a guy,” she muses, “He said his family weren’t doing all that well since both him and his wife ended up as girls.” She winces, and concludes, “I think really it was mostly just the fact that our group is all bronies, that um... I don’t wanna stereotype but...”

“When you don’t have anything going for you, it’s a lot easier to devote yourself to a fantasy,” I suggest with a wry curl to my tail, “I think a lot of unsuccessful people are really into fandoms. I’m just glad that a bunch of kissless virgins been able to tolerate each other since getting turned into ponies, and... into girls and stuff.”

“Hey, I’m not saying we’re all 2D waifu losers,” the pegasus mare grumbles, “I mean heck, I had a lot of sex, as a guy before changing into this. Just never managed to get it to the point of a steady relationship.”

“At least you know what it’s like to have sex as both a guy and a girl,” I say with comforting touch to her shoulders, “Lots of us only get to know what it’s like as a girl, since they were virgins as a guy. We know how much better orgasms are for girls, right?” My snort of laughter turns into an uncertain nicker, as I add, “Or how much longer they are, at least. I dunno, what kind of orgasm do you like better?”

She fishmouths at me, while I look back in confusion. What’d I say? The greenish pegasus blushes and turns her golden eyes away, saying, “I... I don’t know what it’s like as a girl.”

...oh. Riiight.

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you,” she says shamefully, almost sounding like she’s about to cry as she says, “I thought you might be able to... help?”

“I... can, sorta,” I tell her cautiously, “But you probably want my friend’s help. I can only use my tongue, since I don’t have a um... penis.”

Fully blushing and staring at me again, she says, “N-no, I meant with a guy! You said you could... wait” Her blush fades, as she looks at me curiously, saying, “You’ve been with... other girls? ”

“U-um, well I am with Holly and Lucy, now,” I tell her self-consciously. “There aren’t as many stallions, so since there are three of us in our... thing with Sue. Yeah, I... have been with other girls. And if you let me help you, you’ll probably be with other girls, too. Not just a stallion.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start...” she says faintly.

“Well, you know how we have these freaky long tongues?” I suggest.

Blushing, she hides her face behind a wing, moaning, “Oh my god.”

“So um...” I say so eloquently, “I’m um... I didn’t mean to make it sound like I just wanted to have sex with you. I did say I had a guy who might be able to help you. And I’m sorry, but I am kind of trying to set you up with him. Because he needs you, so he can stop making mistakes with me.”

She looks at me in cautious hope, as I say, “It isn’t fair that I’m getting three guys, and there’s so many female ponies who can’t get any at all. I told him he should go with girls who couldn’t find a stallion, not me. But he doesn’t know any, and it’s easier if I ask for him, since you can tell me, without getting... all stallion crazy.”

“You’re trying to make me get pregnant, you know,” she says tensely, “I’m gonna be giving... b-birth to a foal, because of you.”

“Yeah, I’m a terrible person,” I say glumly, ears going down, “We’re all gonna have too many foals now, and it’s all my fault. W-what I’m talking about really will change your life forever. I know how eager he can be, and how you can... change. If we meet together, there’s a good chance he’ll have sex with you. My friends are all ending up to be mothers, because... it’s just so painful to go without. And if you try to play it safe, you just... lose it and stop playing it safe. So yeah, you’re gonna get... pregnant.”

She looks me in the eye for a while, then says quietly, “You’re imagining it right now, huh.”

“What?” I ask, blinking in confusion.

“Imagining me... getting pregnant?” she prompts cautiously, then “Giving birth?”

While I blush, she says, “You’re imagining me just... squatting there all alone in the woods, trying to push some stallion’s baby out of me.”

“No, I’m not imagining you there all alone,” I tell her with a frown, “I wouldn’t try to get you to let Rachel have sex with you, if I didn’t think he’d be with you even for childbirth. A-and I’d be there too, whatever I could do to help.”

She stares another moment, before blushing herself and turning away saying, “God, that is so wrong. I’d just... do it right in front of you too.”

“You wouldn’t have a choice,” I caution her, “They say you can’t stop it or even hold off at all when the baby’s due.”

“I wouldn’t hold off, either. I keep thinking about it,” she sighs, “I can’t stop wanting to feel what it’s like to give birth, and have sex, and I’m just gonna get pregnant, and... yeah.” Turning away, the pegasus adds, “I knew I was gonna get pregnant if I came to you, b-but here I am. Too... tingly back there to care.”

“Hey, you’re not the only one,” I whimper, my tail bobbing behind me mostly consciously. “So I could... show you what it’s like to be with another girl, if you want,” I tell her cautiously, “But if my stallion friend’s there, you’re gonna get so worked up you just um... have sex with him.”

“Not, I mean... yeah I want it,” she says dully, “Not by choice though, my body just sorta... feels like it’d feel good. I’m curious, a-and I go in. Back there.”

“If I lick you, it’ll make you want it even more,” I caution her, “Way more than if you just talked to him, until you end up doing him anyway. So it’s probably easier to just go straight to the... making babies part.”

“...well, it beats chickening out,” she says, shrugging her wings.

“Yeah it’s... really nice actually,” I say with a small smile, “Once he’s in there, you stop worrying about it, you just feel... totally fine about getting pregnant, and your body lets you do what you need to do.”

“That sounds... I mean is it bad if I say that sounds wonderful?” she says, “Is it just something girls feel? I just keep worrying about it so much, and to think that it’d all just go away, and it’d just... work.” She tries to hold back a smile, herself. “C-can you help me?” she asks, “I really do wanna do it.”

“I should be asking if you can help me,” I reply seriously, “My friend really needs someone to go steady with, and if he could save someone like you from not having any chance of having sex, I think that’d be just incredible. Your ass is powerful. It has something that can make guys feel incredible, and I think it’s a shame when someone can’t use it. S-so would you help my friend, by letting him be with you?”

“When you put it that way it makes me feel so special,” she says, turning away shyly. She looks back at me, then down, then at me again, then away.

We stand silently.

“This’s a terrible idea,” she says, swishing her tail, looking at me again eagerly, “So when do you wanna do it?”

Returning her look more pensively, I say, “I was gonna have um... sex with Rachel this afternoon, so, this afternoon, around 4pm?”

“And... I’m gonna have... sex with him instead,” she asks cautiously but hopefully.

“Yeah, you are,” I say with a smile, “I’ll be there, and you’ll just have... sex with him. And you’ll be his girlfriend then, and can keep having it as much as you want.”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna just stuff him in my...” she trails off, before blushing and blurting out, “Okay, I’ll do it. I wanna do it. Put his penis in my vagina. A-and get pregnant.”

“Okay, what’s your name?” I ask her.

“Martin,” she admits, ears going down again.

Hm... blue hair, but there’s a bright pink stripe in it. Her fur isn’t blue exactly, but it isn’t green. But she’s got those golden eyes, really striking against the rest of her.

“Maybe you could call yourself Golden Eye?” I suggest.

“...like the spy movie?” she says skeptically.

Face hoofing, I groan, “Right, that one. I dunno, just thought you might be more comfortable if you changed your name from Martin, just while this pony thing keeps up.”

“Oh, like a pony name?” she says, “I was thinking about that... how about Goldfish?”

I blink at her, while she adds, “Y’know, because my eyes are like goldfish, swimming around in me?”

“Goldfish are orange though, almost red,” I tell her, ““How about sunfish? Since you’re like the sky, and the sun’s... swimming in it?”

“Sunfish are gigantic butt ugly fish though,” Martin replies, shaking her head. “My eyes are a darker yellow anyway, more like dandelions or marigolds.”

“Marigold, how about that?” I ask, “And Mary, for a normal sounding nickname?”

“Well, it sounds kind of girly...” she says reluctantly.

“No hurry if you wanna think about it,” I tell her, “My friend’s been sticking with the name Rachel, and he turned into a guy, so he’ll have no problem with Martin.”

“Martin already is a pony name,” Martin grumbles, “It’s a big weasel type critter. Just doesn’t sound very girly.”

“So you want a girly name?” I ask her. At Martin’s heavy blush, I hastily add, “Just think about it! And if you’re not there this afternoon, it’s okay. I’ll just... let Rachel have sex with me instead.”

“Okay,” she says, her eyes distant in shock, “I’m actually gonna get a guy in my... vagina. That’s just... you really mean this afternoon this afternoon?”

“We could wait until later if—” I say, but she interrupts, saying,

“No, no that’s fine! I’ll... g-get pregnant this afternoon then, okay?”

“Okay,” I allow cautiously. “And it’s fine if you chicken out. ...you probably should.”

Nodding, she takes wing, saying, “Thank... thanks so much. I was afraid you’d be kidding, and it’s just... gonna happen! I don’t think I can chicken out. I’ll be there, don’t worry. Thanks again!”

Then she soars off into the sky. I look after her with a mixture of longing, concern, satisfaction, and of course, guilt. It’ll make her feel so good, but I can’t help but think that in eleven months... I’m not gonna be the only mare giving birth.

I have no right to tempt Martin into being pregnant, but I also have no right to moonlight between Rachel and Sue, and I can’t just leave Rachel without making sure he has someone to take my place! I shouldn’t be trying to make anyone do the thing that gets you pregnant, but I can’t help but empathize with just about everyone’s plight. One thing’s for sure, if Martin’s any indication, there’s gonna be a lot more mares giving birth in eleven months, than if I had let them stay miserable and done nothing. It feels a little evil, but... who’s gonna stop me?

That feels a little bit more evil.

It’s 4pm sharp that a blue pegasus mare with a pink stripe in her hair descends to me from the sky, in the backyard of a house with a For Sale sign on the front. I know it’s 4pm sharp, because I guess ponies have a freaky sense for time, since it’s been exactly 43 minutes since I checked a battery powered clock that read 3:17pm.

“So you’re here,” Martin says, alighting on the warm grass, “And I’m here because I’m being a big idiot a-and where’s Rachel?”

“Asked him to come a few minutes late,” I tell her, “So you don’t have to like, fly up to this big, strange stallion and just... yeah.”

“So he’s pretty big, huh,” Martin says, folding her blue wings, and scraping a forehoof distractedly.

“Oh, I think so,” I tell her with a coy flip of my tail, “But I guess today you’re gonna be the judge of that.”

“Yeah, heh heh...” she says, wincing nervously, “Just gonna get a big... penis in me back there. Does it hurt? I mean... your first time?”

“Honestly, I think it depends,” I reply, gazing at her appraisingly, “You seem like... it won’t hurt a lot though. You’re pretty relaxed.”

“Trust me, I’m terrified inside,” Martin groans, “I’m just even more terrified of passing this up and having to sit around wondering what it’s like.”

“You’re not terrified on the outside, though,” I protest, “I was way more terrified, inside and out, and it still worked great.”

“What’s it like?” she asks, then blushes and adds, “I–I mean what’s he gonna... do you lie on your back, or...?”

“Oh, it’s like... have you ever seen dogs doing it?” I ask her.

She shakes her head.

“Well, um...” I say, walking up alongside her, “So you know how weirdly tickly your flanks are?”

“Uhm... no?” she asks, shifting a hind leg, “Just that they’re blank, like everyone else’s.”

“Oh, no that’s actually not the flank, the show got it wrong,” I say with a sorry laugh, “Your flank’s where your belly starts going under your hind legs, right here.” She squeaks and jumps up in the air when I press a forehoof between her hind leg and her belly.

“Sorry!” I call up to her.

“No, sorry it just surprised me is all,” she says, as flapping gently, Martin descends again. “I didn’t know my... flank would be so weirdly tickly.”

She pokes curiously behind her hind leg with her own forehoof, though it’s trickier for her to reach. “So he... pokes me there, with his... penis?” she asks, looking at me in confusion.

“M-maybe it’s better if I show you,” I tell her, “Turn your rear to me and I’ll... climb up on your back.”

She does so, and clumsily and uncertainly, I mount Martin. Her wings shift and slightly spread as my arm scrunches into the rear feathers that point behind her. My arms slide down her thighs into the sensuously smoothly tickly spots along her sides. She stiffens at that, as I tell her, “Okay, this is called mounting, Brian told me.” My face is hot from the bizarre intimacy of this sort of thing, but I still manage to say, “See how my... forelegs just sort of slot in next to your hind legs?”

“I-I see what you mean about flanks,” Martin says, already all aquiver with need.

“When the stallion is like this, he can just...” Well I can move my hips against hers, but that’s about it. “...put it in you back there.”

“It does feel pretty... strange,” she says, blushing as she looks back at me. “Y-you’re not as heavy as I thought you’d be.”

“He’ll only be putting about half his body weight on you,” I reply, “My friend’s a little bat pony, and she doesn’t have any problems.”

“...oh,” Martin says shyly, pushing her hips against mine, “So this’s like... pony doggy style.”

“I thought you said you’d never seen dogs do it,” I protest.

“No, doggy style, like how humans do it,” she whines, “Like... wait, is that why they call it doggy style? Because dogs do it like this?”

Blinking at her, I say, “...yes, yes it is,” trying not to imagine a stallion mounting me, while I’m mounted on top of Martin. Would that even work? This doesn’t feel... special, at least not to me.

Martin seems into it at least, so I grip her rear against me as a symbolic gesture. “When the stallion does it, he just thrusts against you like this,” I tell her in blushing anticipation, “And his dick just starts pushing into you.”

“I’m gonna feel it...” she breathes, despite my ineffective attempts at demonstrating a stallion’s thrust. “I’m gonna really be a girl, for real.”

“Couldn’t wait to get started, I see,” Rachel says, from where he’s gripping the fence with his forelegs, lifted his head up over it to look at the two of us. I didn’t even hear him come up! What is he talking about? Wait, I’m mounting this bluish pegasus.

“I–I’m just getting her used to it!” I protest, hugging Martin protectively, “If you just jumped on her, she’d have flown away, and then you’d be hanging on for dear life!”

I don’t know if it’s the scenario, or the fact that I was so offended when I said that, trying to defend my honor, but that blue haired earth pony stallion loses his grip on the fence and goes crashing down behind it, laughing his head off.

This is off to a great start.