To recap, I’m the worst pony. I made a friend, found out she was a virgin, and promptly decided to impregnate her. And I don’t even have a penis anymore! My friend Rachel was having... guy trouble, specifically “fucking every mare he sees including me” trouble, and now Martin here’s gonna fix everything. It’s not gonna all blow up in my face. We’re not gonna run away from each other screaming and crying.

That is, if I let the actual stallion mount her, instead of doing it myself.

Well I climb off of Martin in a hurry, touch down to all fours on the grass in an empty backyard in one of the random suburban neighborhoods around here. Looking nervously to the nondescript fence, Martin says, “So that’s Rachel, yeah. I did deliver some... rain to him a few times. So he’s gonna...”

“Y-yeah, just going all out,” I tell her, eyeing the blushing mare. “Seemed like you spent enough time holding back.”

“God yes,” she groans, lashing her pink striped tail, “I don’t even care, I just... want something more than just... nothing.”

“You’re gonna get a lot more than something,” I say warningly, “You’re probably gonna walk away from here pregnant.”

“I don’t care,” she says, shaking her head slowly, “I’m just gonna do it, and not miss my chance again. God, I’m gonna get pregnant with a pony, but I’m gonna do it. I–I want it. I’m such a horrible person.”

“No, you’re not... horrible,” I say, with a sympathetic wince, “Just... horny.”

Meanwhile finished laughing, Rachel climbs the fence again then, lifting himself up over the edge, then struggling to get his butt over the top, descending to the grass beyond it. I wonder why he didn’t just jump over the thing. Martin conceals a laugh, watching him. Oh.

So placated, Martin looks at the stallion marching up to us, then looks up at the stallion standing before us. Rachel’s a tall boy...

“S-so I’m gonna have your foal, huh?” Martin says with another nervous laugh. “Wow, you seem really... healthy.”

“Pretty healthy, I guess,” he replies in that chocolatey voice of his, a tall and virile male. “I’m Rachel,” he tells this fertile female, “If you didn’t know. Meadowsweet said I was gonna be with someone today, instead of... her.”

“I’m... Martin,” the blue pegasus says shyly, looking to her wing instead of his way, but with a smile on her face. “W-was thinking about changing it though.”

“To what?” he asks, as I too look at her curiously. Has she decided on one yet?

“M-maybe it’s kind of a bad time,” she says hastily.

“No, no it’s fine. We’re um... getting to know each other,” I say. “But I did say Rachel wouldn’t mind if you were called Martin.”

“Actually I was thinking of changing my name too,” Rachel says. “How about Dusty?”

“Dusty?” I ask, looking at the blue haired, dusty orange stallion, “Why Dusty?”

“‘cause my fur’s kind of dust colored, and it sounds like a guy name?” he replies, “And I’m digging in the dirt a lot.”

I nod appreciatively, while Martin blurts out, “How about Bubblegum Comet?”

We both look her way, as she hastily explains, “Because I’m um, blue, so you can’t see me against the sky, but this really pink stripe,” she waves her tail, “Looks like a comet from above. I guess?”

“Better than any of my ideas,” I tell her, “But could you be okay with people calling you Bubblegum?”

“I like it,” Rachel—er—Dusty says, “Sounds like Bubblegum Crisis.”

“Oh jeez, I thought I was the only one who knew about that anime,” says Martin—er—Bubblegum, pink not just in her mane and tail, but her cheeks too.

Closing his eyes with a sheepish smile, Dusty says, “I’m kind of a huge anime fangirl.” He adds more seriously, “But you don’t have to be one to know about Bubblegum Crisis. That’s one of the best anime ever made! I bet even Meadowsweet has heard of it.”

“I’m more of a movie buff than anime specifically,” I say apologetically, “But it does sound like something I might want to watch!” Wincing, I add, “You know, if we ever have regular electricity again.”

“We should get some kind of a drive-in theater going,” Bubblegum speculates, “I bet that’d use less electricity than everyone having a TV.”

“Trot-in?” I suggest. She laughs at that.

“Well, right now I’m not worried about it,” I say with a grateful smile, “Because you two are gonna be doing something way more fun than watching movies.”

Blushing heavily, the pink striped pegasus named Bubblegum says, “Y-yeah you’re just gonna...” She looks up at the orange furred, blue haired stallion with a nervous smile, her voice trembling as she tries to say casually, “Just gonna start having... sex with me, huh?”

Dusty’s silent at that, so I say, “He... kind of needs to. If you don’t stay with him, he’s gonna have to... do it to someone else. Y-you seemed like you were really suffering from it, so if one of us has to get pregnant, if it’s you, at least we can help you feel better.”

“Is that why you came to my um... g-girl group?” Bubblegum asks me unsurely. “Just to make us feel better? ”

“Well... yyyyeah, sorta?” I say raising an uneasy hoof.

“T-thank you...” Bubblegum says, tears coming to her golden eyes. “This has to be the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” she says, “Nobody ever just... found me a girlfriend, or a boyfriend.”

“Well, I dunno about nice...” I say cautiously, “You’re gonna have a baby now, y’know.”

Bubblegum nods, wiping off her eyes.

“Meadowsweet’s crazy nice, for what she’s doing,” Dusty says wryly, “She could have two guys, and me all to herself, but instead she’s just giving me to you.”

“I could not!” I protest, “No way I could have sex with you, enough! You’ve been putting babies in lots of mares around town, just to... satisfy your need!”

“H-how many?” Bubblegum asks worriedly.

After a pause, Dusty mumbles, “Five, so far. None of them wanted to do it more than a few times though.”

“How... were they?” Bubblegum asks self-consciously, “A-any different?”

“Some, yeah,” Dusty says carefully, “There was a unicorn named Cindy who totally did the magic horngasm thing, when I started uh... putting a baby in her.”

Bubblegum stiffens at that.

“Hey,” Dusty says unhappily, “Maybe we shouldn’t...”

“No! Please, I...” Bubblegum turns her rear his way, lifting her tail out of the way, winking almost immediately, “I don’t know what I’m feeling. It... it just needs to go in there. J-just a little, please? I just want to feel it a-and you’re gonna... make me preg... please I need to feel it.”

Dusty mounts Bubblegum then, and I can only imagine how he’s feeling. I feel strange for being so clear headed standing before a dripping female begging for sex. I guess I really am a girl. Not that it isn’t hot as hell. Holly has certainly helped me appreciate what two mares can do together, but Dusty needs it. Dusty sees her, and aches to put it in her, throbbing and erect. It’s strange, remembering feeling that way, when now the blood flowing back there just makes me feel stiff-legged and drippy and hungry to fill my hips with penis, just like Bubblegum feels right now. I can hardly remember what it’s like to... get an erection.

“I f-feel it!” Bubblegum utters shrilly, her wings flapping disjointedly as she stares back, struggling with the stallion grabbing her rear and pulling it needily against himself. “Stop pushing it I—I can’t stop it! Ahhh!” Bubblegum cries out, stiffening to stare forward, declaring anxiously, “I’m a... a girl. I can’t stop it nnh! You keep pushing—nnh! You’re opening me!”

“That’s your vagina,” Dusty says wonderingly, as his hips come to rest flush against Bubblegum’s ass, “You can feel me with it. Can’t stop me pushing into you.”

Bubblegum whimpers, and he just holds inside her for now, so I ask the mare, “Are you okay? How are you doing?”

Panting harshly, Bubblegum stares at me and replies, “I didn’t think it would be this different! I don’t have a penis! It’s just... going into me!”

“Are you feeling like you’re melting back there?” Dusty murmurs, “That’s your vagina, making my penis hot and wet, begging me to cum in you.”

“It feels so right,” she says distantly, looking back at him, “You belong in there. I wanna melt as... much as I can. I–I can’t stop wanting it. You’re gonna put a baby in me!”

“...yeah,” Dusty says lowly, “I can’t even tell you how good it feels to... to cum like a man. I need to be in you. I need my penis to be in you. It’s so heavy I’m gonna...” he starts rocking his hips against her as Bubblegum snaps forward again and gasps,

“You’re doing it! You’re sliding! Ah ah ahh...” she and he fall to panting as his thrusting speeds up, until she just moans “Oh... wow...” and starts humping back at him in earnest.

I rub myself urgently, wanting to be her, wanting his cum to pour out of her, growling, “I wannit to happen to you,” to the panting Bubblegum, “You’re getting pregnant.”

“Why’m I letting him do this?” Bubblegum asks herself anxiously, staring forward with narrow pupils, “I need him in me! Oh god it’s just taking me over. Hhn! Hn! Hn!”

“Just... just let it happen,” I pant at the rising tingle in my own thighs, “You’re doing great. Just fuck him now, hard as you can.”

Sweat trails down both of their sides, while they stare forward intensely, but distantly. She’s undulating against his thrusts by now, her mane drooping limply around her ears. The sheen of sweat shines on her blue furred sides as they heave for breath to pump him harder and faster and more. Her wings are beating irregularly as if to take off or just fluff up or something. He doesn’t seem to mind them as she thrusts her hips back, strokes his penis to culmination with that vagina inside her.

“I love... fucking him... want him to cum,” she pants senselessly, finding words again as something very special rises up within her. Looking at me anxiously, Bubblegum declares, “I wannit so bad. I think I’m... gonna orgasm!”

“Don’t worry, Dusty can last more than long enough for that,” I purr her way.

“No, I’m gonna—I never could—I mean right now!” she squeaks increasingly anxiously.

“Don’t worry I’ll... do it,” Dusty huffs atop her rump, “Just... relax... lettit happen. I’ll make you orgasm... no problem.”

“I–I can just orgasm?!” she ekes out, dazedly, as if she has to ask permission to do that.

“Go ahead,” I assure her, “It’s beautiful when you just let it happen to you.”

“I love this!” the blue pegasus mare declares with an amazed bliss, staring in wonder into the distance, “Imma girl! Filling with... sliding! My vagina! Just happening to me! Just ahh ahh ahh...” Her enthusiastic thrusting reaches a crescendo as she shamelessly slams her rump back against the powerful stallion. She whinnies more like a squeal when she orgasms, the grateful mare giving short gasps and moans as her rocking stutters to a halt.

Dusty hilts inside her and holds when it happens. “Feels good to squeeze around me with your vagina, huh?” he asks in amusement, “It’s making me wanna cum in you, you beautiful female. Just relax. You... should be about at the height of it now. You’re doing great, Bubblegum. That’s it, just feel yourself orgasming around me. Ohh boy, I feel your clenches slowing. You’re almost ready for me to start fucking you again.”

Hunched forward, limp-maned and sweating, Bubblegum just gives a low moan, as Dusty starts fucking her before her orgasm has let her go. “I’m... changing,” she murmurs harshly once words come to her again, rocking against him with powerful intent. “Something’s happening to me...” she continues, “I can’t explain it.”

Lifting her chin with my foreleg so she can meet my eyes, I smile at the golden eyed mare encouragingly, saying, “You’re just going full girl, that’s all.”

She stares at me with those half-focused golden eyes, rocking passively, then says, “I love you, Meadowsweet.” Just... says it. Not like she doesn’t care, but as if it was a statement of unequivocal fact. I–I–I’m backing up and blushing now.

“I need him... to put a baby in me,” Bubblegum says huskily, “So I’m gonna just have sex now.” And with that, she ignores me, until they’re both ignoring me and fucking so powerfully I don’t want to say anything on the off chance that it would somehow pull them out of this lusty trance. Then Dusty’s thrusting takes on a different character, short and deep. I think he’s flaring in her. I just can’t resist.

“He’s flaring in you, Bubblegum,” I tell the barely responsive mare. “You don’t have to talk, I just want to tell you. That means he’s about to cum. You’re gonna be a mother, Bubblegum.”

“W-what is it... like...” she whimpers intensely, struggling to focus on me with those liquid golden eyes.

My own ruby red eyes widen when she asks me that so plaintively, and a smile grows on my face. “You’re gonna feel these hot, slimy bursts of semen,” I whisper to her indulgently, “Right up into your womb.”

“Feels so good, Bubblegum,” Dusty murmurs in ecstasy up back there, “I’m putting my seed in you... unhn. Hnn. Nnh—!”

Bubblegum stiffens then, and Dusty’s perfectly still when his penis starts pumping into her. “Ahh... ahh!” she crows in joy, throwing her head back and pushing her rear back against his, “I feel it! It’s hot! Squirting...! Oh squirt, squirt... squirting in there!”

Arching back at the feeling, Bubblegum gazes fixedly at me while it happens inside her. “It feels... it keeps pumping... deeper,” she says tensely, “That’s gonna... make me pregnant?”

“Yeah, that’s his semen,” I admit apologetically, “Should start overflowing now... Dusty was kind of pent up today.”

“It...! It is~!” she says in a joyful whine, “I can’t... it’s getting...” she lifts a hind leg, then gives an “Ooohg!” as it just bursts out of her.

This’s what happens when Dusty only ruts me twice a week or so.

Bubblegum stares with fascination between her legs as his seed pours out down her belly, puddling on the ground, and inside her, she’s feeling the pulses of semen decidedly, unquestionably impregnanting her maybe.

She lifts her head then, and grinds her ass back against his groin with a silly grin and a satisfied, “Ahhh. I’m so fulla... semen. I’m gonna have your baby, Dusty.“

“Yeah, I got as... much in you as I could,” he says insecurely, “S-sorry if you didn’t want it.”

“How could she not want it?” I ask incredulously.

“Ask her in eleven months, and she’ll tell you,” Dusty says in an unamused tone, with kind of a guilty tilt to his ears.

“I’m getting—pregnant,” Bubblegum repeats to herself in disbelief, folding her wings and shifting her rump against the stallion, “I feel... it’s just heavy in there,” she mutters, “And... and warm and I dunno. I feel so full and f-fuzzy headed. This is normal?”

I tell her, as Bubblegum look at me in a plaintive daze, “It’s just like with me and my friend Holly. Your eyes are dilating now, and you’ll start sort of wanting to hug people and be close to them.”

From pinpricks, to full, wide ebony orbs, surrounded by gold, she gazes at me in confusion, saying, “My eyes are dilating? You look so... soft and haloy.”

“Yeah,” I say, smiling at her, “You’re relaxing and just... accepting his seed into your body, I guess. It’s just changing you to be more like a mother.”

“God, I feel so weird,” Bubblegum breathes with a blissful smile herself as she stands there on all fours, happy as a clam beneath the big stallion who weighs heavily down on her, “I’m changing...”

Bubblegum looks amazing right now. Her whole attitude is shifting, as her mind floods with satisfaction. Even their scents, his is one of supreme success, and everything about her is changing to scream impregnated female. Or whatever females smell like after they get the impregnation process started with a ton of semen inside.

Dusty climbs off of her then, and Bubblegum gasps, “Oh—you’re sliding—you slid out, that’s so wonderful!” And she just rolls on the grass in joy, thanking Dusty, “Oh, I’ve been needing this for months. You just gave it to me, you wonderful... stallion. I was just needing it so bad it hurt, and now everything is wonderful!”

“Just wait until your second or third time,” I tell her, wryly.

“How many times is this gonna happen to me?” she purrs in pleased astonishment, holding in Dusty’s seed with her forehoof, and squirming her thighs around it.

“I’ll make you pregnant... eventually,” Dusty says with a tinge of regret, “I never can manage to stop. But we can do it any time you want. And Meadowsweet’s been doing her absolute best to make sure you’re gonna wanna do it with me, instead of going to another stallion.”

“Another stallion?” Bubblegum asks, staring at him in bug-eyed incredulosity.

“Hey, it could happen!” I protest nervously.

Bubblegum rolls to her feet then, and trots forward to press her head against Dusty’s chest, saying, “I’m so incredibly lucky to have even one chance, I’d never give it up just like that.” Then she... continues rubbing against him and nuzzling with him, simply allowing the semen he deposited in her to ooze out of her vulva and drip down between her hind legs.

I hurry after, and sidle up to the other side of her, as Bubblegum looks at me curiously. “You’re feeling really good about... touching other ponies right now,” I tell her, “So you get to be in the middle.”

“I could kiss you, Meadowsweet, you’re incredible!” Bubblegum says joyfully. So I curl my flexible neck to turn my head and kiss her. She’s surprised, but she doesn’t object. And then Dusty moves back to eating her out, so she really doesn’t object.

With all the mares to be found in the world now, it turns out to be surprisingly troublesome finding a second mare for Dusty. I guess we got lucky with Bubblegum. A lot of the others are either hostile to the idea of sharing, or treating it like some kind of competition. I can definitely tell you Dusty shuts that down right away. I sure wouldn’t want to date the mare who tricked my other mares into thinking I was mad at them, or the one who had sex with me, just so she can tease them about how much I don’t care about them anymore. Yeah Daphne is a total bitch.

But I can imagine we’d find that mare, and even a third for Dusty. Then I could be true to my real boyfriend, Sue, instead of having to take care of Dusty too. Our whole society could continue to recover. Maybe they’d get trains working again even out in the boonies here. I think I saw some tracks covered in grass outside of town. We’d get electricity and grocery stores, and stuff like that working again.

I’d bear Sue’s foal, and I’d discover that the hard part begins after you’ve given birth to the little monster. I’d have a family, and maybe get a job to provide for them, once money starts working again. I’d be with Holly and Lucy for their births, and help babysit their foals so they could do whatever they do. We could help each other raising our foals like a proper... close-knit group, which totally isn’t a herd.

I don’t think we’d ever get changed back, even if it was possible, for our children’s sake. They’d be real ponies, and I sure want to be a pony for any children of mine. We’d stay ponies, our kids would mature, then one day my daughter would come home with a stallion, and a foal growing in her belly, ready to make me a grandmother. And we’d never hear from Twilight Sparkle ever again.

Or, the government could come save us from that terrible fate.

Dawn stands at attention, or rather sits at attention, sitting up stiffly straight on her haunches, and announcing to the group, “The uh, M-major General is here with some very important news. I just want you to know that I verified the chain of command, and I’m pretty sure this is the real deal. S-so I just want to introduce uh, him and... here he is.”

Dawn is the member of the military, who inadvertently set off the destruction of humanity, by pushing Twilight Sparkle into getting us to cast that spell, which was supposed to open a portal to Equestria, but... didn’t. It really didn’t. Dawn was in our group, but left to... deal with the military, who were struggling to hold together with everyone changed into a pony.

And now she’s back. The whole group’s gathered here in the barn, with her standing up on an improvised stage composed of some large boards, crates, nails, and a sheet. Dawn’s fur is as blue as the early morning. She still has her orange mane kind of disturbingly cut short, and even her tail’s in a bob. Her mane’s mostly covered by a... brown baseball cap on her head, that seriously doesn’t fit.

And standing behind her is a ... well a “Major General,” whatever that is. Amazingly enough the general has a stiff blue jacket on. Was that custom sewn? It’d have to be! There’s a... award holder attached to it that goes on military jackets, except it’s kind of dangling down below her barrel, where it’s attached to her chest under there. I guess that works because when it hangs down, it faces forward, so we can all see the whatever it is. It’s a square... thing with colorey squares on it.

The general’s fur is a bright, cheery pink, and her hair is a soft purple, also cut short, and she has two large, red eyes, paler than mine, and blending with her fur a lot better than mine. She’s got a nubby little horn poking out of her head...

...and she’s about a head shorter than Dawn.

Ponies have really big heads.

“Thank you, Sergeant,” the cute little pink filly says in a squeaky soprano, stepping up as Dawn backs off from introducing her, then hollers to the crowd, “Okay! I’m Major General Carey you may have heard, and I’m here because your country needs your help! The Terrorist agent known as Twilight Sparkle has committed a heinous crime on our soil, and she is still at large. She is a dangerous and unstable criminal, who may yet do harm to us all, and she must be brought to account for her crimes!”

I try to listen carefully, but I’m just too busy along with half the room trying not to audibly squee at the filly’s boisterous, and completely adorable behavior. “She’s probably an old man,” I tell myself, “Probably a chain smoking womanizer, with over a hundred confirmed kills.” Oh god, it’s not working!

“You are the lucky few who have trained under Twilight Sparkle,” the filly says, puffing her chest out proudly, “And you are the best hope we have of applying that research and development, verifying its safety, and helping us put it to use to track down this dangerous criminal who...”

Wait, what research and development? Was the General saying something important earlier that I missed? Gosh I wish she’d kept her hair long. I bet the General’s mane would look so adorable with a big pink bow in it. Does everyone in the military have to cut their hair short? I don’t know much about the military at all. All I know is since I’m male, I had to register with them in high school to fight in the army if they decided to start drafting people. Holy crap, like everyone in the military is gonna be female now!

“Twilight thinks she has us beat,” General Carey says in an offended pout, “She thinks she can do whatever she wants, and there’s nothing we can do to stop her. But we have intelligence that combined with your help can certainly put an end to her mad orgy of”

Oh jeezus christ the filly just said orgy. I bet she knows what an orgy is. I bet she was in an orgy. Like she went to a brothel in some foreign land, as a guy, and just womanized all over the women with all the military budget. What’s she gonna do now? Is she gonna... go to a playground, and bully all the other little foals?

I dunno what powerful old men do, if they’re cute little fillies. Is she gonna work at the brothel? Or is that defeating the purpose of womanizing? Can she even do anything like that? It’s not possible for little girls to do that stuff, I’m pretty sure, since they haven’t done puberty or anything. I don’t know what all the adult foals are doing about their existing sexual relationships. Should I ask Lily? How would I even ask someone about that?

“Twilight Sparkle didn’t show you how to get to Equestria,” the filly continues, her accusation of the mare hanging above the crowd she faces, “She deceived you, and taught you something else entirely. But what she did teach you was powerful, and I think we can use that knowledge to completely undo her schemes. Twilight Sparkle didn’t come out of thin air. She had to come from somewhere. And what if I told you there is an Equestria, and she’s a known criminal there?”

Okay, now my ears swivel forward in attention.

“Twilight Sparkle is a wanted criminal even in her own country,” the Major crows proudly, “She thinks herself untouchable now. How could we possibly extradite her to face justice on her own land, if we couldn’t open a portal to Equestria?”

Strutting back and forth on the improvised stage, the cute little filly chirps, “Twilight Sparkle never intended to let you do that, because she knew her people wanted to bring her to justice. She escaped to our world using powerful magic that she thought no one else could possibly perform. But with your help, I believe her arrogance will be her undoing!

“I’m here to invite you,” the filly says confidently, “As military contractors, to help us decipher the secrets and mysteries behind the origin of Twilight Sparkle. It’s completely voluntary. Anyone who wants to stay here and do nothing, that’s your perogative. But if you come with me, you’ll be working at a top secret base, where we have positive proof of the existence of Twilight Sparkle’s native land. We are in open communication with the authorities there, and we stand a chance on ending this cartoonish fiasco that’s taken our world by storm.”

Her adorable glower fading to a look of wonder, the general says, “Make no mistake, Twilight Sparkle is not the only thing we stand to gain here. We stand poised to enter a new golden age of humanity, if we can de-cipher this strange technology of theirs they call magic! You can help us discover the secrets of these ponies. You’ll participate in the most in-depth study of magic in the world, teaching you everything we’ve managed to learn from the Equestrians, and giving you the chance to achieve your true potential. Even the least of you, even our best and brightest desperately need your training, just for how to function from day to day, while we’re all like this.”

Giving us an even, confident look that hints at a strong soul beneath that filly’s eyes, she says, “With any luck we can work together to put the final nail in Twilight Sparkle’s coffin. I believe we can open a portal to Equestria, and unlike that manipulative monster, I’m confident we can prove it to you, so that you will know you’re doing it right this time. This’s your chance to be a hero, ponies. To make right what was wrong. To save humanity, and to send Twilight Sparkle screaming back to the pit she crawled out of.

“So who’s with me?!” she squeals.

Just about everyone joins me in cheering.

“Talk with me, or any of my subordinates,” the filly says, blushing at the resounding um... hoof stomping applause, “And keep in mind this is a very big committment. Once you sign on, you’ll learn secrets that we can under no circumstances allow Twilight Sparkle to know. We’re gonna do our absolute best to keep her from finding out about our little operation, so be ready to keep some secrets if you join us.”

...

Well, holy mackerel! This is incredible! They have open communication with Equestria? Maybe even Princess Celestia?? Is she teaching them magic? Why doesn’t she just open a portal here? I don’t even have to worry about answering that question, since we’re gonna learn all those secrets, and more!

The government came back with this incredible message in an even larger convoy. Instead of supplies, they have... room. Vans full of empty space, and cushions, with all the back seats pulled out. Probably not the safest way to travel, but I don’t think we’re gonna find 136 child’s booster seats. One-hundred thirty-six being the official count of how much of us from the original group who are left, apparently.

There are... humans here, again. They’re conspicuously the only ones in this convoy carrying guns, though many of the pony soldiers have some sort of bludgeoning, or slicing weapon strapped to them. I don’t know exactly how they’d use them, but I bet they’ve been working at it a while. The military ponies all seem to move around and walk a little clumsily but not terribly. I’m not sure what I could teach them, but they’re willing to let me try!

I could make a difference! Finally! After all this paralyzing confusion, no idea of how to move forward, feeling like I’m just running in place, getting nowhere. I could help research pony magic! I could even maybe get to try to figure out the little things that I can do. I might not be magical like a unicorn, but I’m sure something I’ve learned about myself would be useful to them! I might even be able to see Twilight Sparkle again!

It would beat hanging around town and teaching people to pony dance.

“They want to study magic! How cool is that!” Janice outright cheers to me later, “I bet they’d love this subdivision thing!”

“Don’t forget the actual spells we know,” Lucy points out, the two unicorns looking excitedly between each other, “It’s not just wishful thinking!”

“It’s more like wishful searching,” Janice says, as she lights up her horn, “Once you know where you want it to go, you pull it that way and...

“Bam!” Janice shouts, as the space above her gives a burst of white light, like a camera flash.

“Not just studying, but training,” I point out, “We’re gonna be learning how to better at being ponies, even if we can’t cast fancy spells or fly.”

“Yeah, like how you walk so silently,” Lucy says appreciatively.

“I do?” I reply in confusion.

She gives me a look.

“I–I mean I guess I can walk... kind of silently?” I tell her nervously lifting a hoof, “All I’m doing is landing um... softer. I hadn’t even thought about it before.”

“Well if it’s a subconscious reflex, it isn’t one that I share,” Janice says, rolling her eyes, “I can’t walk into the room without a big clop clop clop.”

“I really don’t know that I’m doing anything special,” I tell her skeptically, “I’d be happy to show you how to do it though, if I am even doing anything.”

“And that’s the stuff science could study,” Janice says excitedly, “Instead of just teaching it, we could actually figure out how we work!”

“We’d be helping defend our country, too!” I cheer back, “And we don’t even have to be soldiers, and they’re still gonna train us!”

“Seems too good to be true,” Lucy says somewhat worriedly. “They were the same guys who were locking us up before.”

“They’re ponies now,” I assure her smugly, “Back then, they were afraid we were gonna give them some kind of pony disease. And those guys were doing that illegally. Real soldiers help people, and defend others from danger.”

“Hey, if they try anything, I’ll let loose a shock spell big enough to knock ‘em all out,” Janice says, pawing the ground, “I’d like to see them try locking any of us up again.”

“Plus we have children now,” I say, thoughtfully, “Most of us... I mean, no offence but I’ve been uhh... pregnant for a month now, and they’re gonna have to treat me nicely or they could end up hurting an innocent foal, too!”

“Oh, yeah, right... foals,” Janice says, looking without satisfaction at her own midsection.

“You wouldn’t happen to want a foal, would you?” I ask hopefully.

“Meadows!” Lucy exclaims to me in outrage. What?

“Oh. No,” Janice replies, with a sideways look my way. “No not that. Not me. No no no no. No no no. No. Definitely not.”

My ears go down, but you don’t have to tell me a fifteenth time. I’ll just have to find somebody else to... take that risk with Dusty.

Lucy, Janice, lots of unicorns are excited, since they get their well deserved position in the spotlight, and some understanding of the mysteries surrounding their horn. Dusty is totally cool with it. “How much you wanna bet they don’t even have a garden growing at their base? We earth ponies might not be super magical,” he tells me confidently, “But I think we’ve got more to show them than they expect.”

“Plus we can help our unicorn friends,” I add cheerfully, “I’m sure everypony will play their part!”

“Play their... oh, heh,” Dusty says, smirking at me for some reason.

He stops smirking.

“A-anyway yeah, I’m ready to show my stuff,” a flustered but hopeful Dusty says, “Finally, a chance to make a difference!’

“Finally!” Sue says, “A chance to kick Twilight Sparkle’s ass! ”

Sue’s even more enthusiastic about this than Dusty! I listen with bated breath as Sue says heatedly, “She thinks she’s so hot, that no one could find her, but I bet our unicorns’ll be able to figure out wherever she is, and then she’s got pegasi and bat ponies all zeroing in on her location.”

“Or even fighter jets!” I add, “Maybe people could get those working, maybe even the humans could!”

“We’re all human,” Sue says resentfully, “Twilight was the one who made me this stupid horny stallion, and then tricked us into helping her, then laughed and cheesed off!”

“Oh, r-right, you used to be a girl,” I remark to Sue somewhat reservedly, “I forgot about that.”

“Seriously?” Holly cuts in, the red and green bat pony looking at me in surprise. Then her surprise deepens as she says, “Oh that’s right, you used to be a guy, too!”

“Yeah, well sorry for not being a responsible guy pony or anything,” Sue says caustically, before I can stop scrunching long enough to form an angry reply to Holly’s surprise. “But I just wanna see the look on Twilight’s face when we undo all the stuff she did, and I can be myself again.”

“We’d be the ones making you pregnant, then,” I tell her uneasily, “I–I mean not that I would, but...”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t,” he says, looking down at me, “I’d go back to my old life where I... got together with my old friends, and...”

“...not me,” I conclude.

“Meadows, we’d never abandon you...” Holly says, putting a hoof on my shoulders, “You’re an amazing person! E-even if you turn into a guy. I mean I guess I could be attracted to you, then.”

“Well I don’t know how I’d feel about you as a guy,” Sue tells me, sinking his head anxiously, “I don’t even know what you look like as a guy! And I mean I’m... not really used to getting fucked anymore.”

“I was all alone,” I tell her unhappily, “No one to really be with at all, until Twilight came and... screwed me over. I wanna stay with you, a-and Dusty... and I’m afraid of what’ll happen when we’re all a bunch of... guys with a few girls.”

“Well... I’m not gonna change back right away,” Sue protests, shifting nervously from hoof to hoof, “Mostly I just wanna get Twilight back for fucking with us.”

“You and me both,” Holly groans, “I can’t believe she’d do that to us! All of us!”

“Yeah, well... you join a bat pony flying squadron, or whatever,” Sue tells Holly, tossing the brown mane on his head to smile jauntily at her, “And I’ll always be there to celebrate when you land, if you know what I mean.”

Holly blushes, than says hesitantly, “Let’s... celebrate right now. You uh... can handle it, right?”

“Sure thing,” Sue says proudly, “I didn’t cum at all yesterday, so I’m ready for both of you.”

Giving a luxurious stretch, Holly looks at him with half lidded eyes and says, “Well... I dunno about changing back, but I’m definitely feeling like being a girl right now.”

“You go first, then,” I tell her gladly, “I love seeing you be a girl.” Looking up at Sue, I add, “And I love seeing you be a guy. And by the time you start... impregnating her, I’ll be so full of love, I won’t even slightly be able to resist.”

“And that’s Meadowspeak for you’re gonna get horny too,” he proposes. At my nod, Sue says, “Okay then, let’s go... be guys and girls somewhere.”

“I know just the place,” Holly declares, “I found it flying around here.” With an excited hoof dance before Sue, she squeaks, “Ohh I love how you’re just gonna do it to me! I never had a girl who ever felt like I do!”

“Lead the way then, princess,” Sue says wryly. Holly blushes at that, but doesn’t stop smiling, and quickly turns and leaps into fuzzy green leathery winged flight.

Later that afternoon, I’m just purring internally for what Sue did, soon as he got inside me. Nothing creative, but something very, very satisfying. I spot Nick then and hurry over to him, saying joyfully, “Hey Nick!”

“Oh hey there Meadowsweet,” the purple haired, grey unicorn says, looking my way.

“Pretty incredible, huh?” I ask him eagerly, “They’re even letting the earth ponies come along! This’s gonna be the start of a great adventure.”

“You’re not seriously considering going with them, are you Meadowsweet?” Nick asks, looking utterly horrified.

“We’re... all going with them,” I say uneasily, looking his way sideways a little, “Aren’t we?”

“Are you retarded?!” he exclaims in alarm, staring at me in shock, “You’re gonna go with them, after what they did to you?”

“W-what? But they didn’t do anything?” I say, taking a step back at Nick’s unexpected severity.

“So they didn’t imprison you and starve you to death?” he counters acidly.

“N-no, that was other people, I’m pretty sure,” I tell him, “I mean they’re ponies now, so some of them might be the same people, but what are the chances?”

“Meadowsweet, they’re the government,” Nick says, stalking at me angrily, “They’re both the government. Of course they’re gonna deny it, until they get you alone. Then bam!”

“I–it’s not like that!” I protest frantically, taking another step back, “They couldn’t even pull the triggers anymore! I...”

Noticing I’ve squeaked into silence, Nick cools quickly, backing down. He sags wearily, and says, “Sorry Meadowsweet, I just can’t trust them. I’m tired of chasing after Twilight Sparkle. Maybe they’re legit, but honestly, this’s what we should do. Call their bluff. Forget about this stupid war game with cartoon ponies. Go somewhere and just... live.”

“They can’t do this without us, though,” I plead to him, an ache in my heart as I can’t see how to fix this, and I didn’t even know anything was wrong.

“They’re gonna have plenty of volunteers already,” Nick says, rolling his eyes and striding away. “Let those guys go save the world.”

“I want to help though!” I say in outrage, trembling at my friend’s just... how could he not even care? People need our help!

Sighing, Nick turns and returns to me, facing me about as solemn as I’ve ever seen him. “Meadowsweet,” he says, “You and I, we’re not... heroes. We’re just people. The more we try to be heroes, the more things get fucked up. Every time you tried to fix things, it just got worse. You need to stop just... supporting anyone for any reason, because some people really do want to hurt you, and they’ll take advantage of your trust again and again. You’ve always been so... trusting of others, and you just have to stop.”

Nick leans forward, hugging me with his neck, the way horses do, I guess. “I’m worried about you,” he says, “With what you’ve been doing with... those guys, you’re gonna have to think of your children after not too long. You can’t just keep throwing yourself into danger. Nothing good will come of it. If you go with the government, I’m not sure you’ll be alive to come back. These military people say they’re trying to chase some fantasy of reaching Equestria. Do you really think it’s real, not just a convenient lie? Aren’t you tired of chasing after someone else’s lies?”

“I can’t believe you’re saying this!” I tell him in a trembling voice, staring rigidly forward at the feel of his neck against mine, trying not to feel comforted. Dammit, why am I crying? “You went all the way to Baltimore! You fought for... for months to learn how to get to Equestria.”

“And look how far that got us,” he replies, pulling back and giving me a flat look.

“That’s because of Twilight Sparkle!” I argue angrily up at him, scraping the ground, “She’s not even here anymore. We’re doing this to fight against her!”

“Oh are you?” he cuts back, “How do you know the great general isn’t Twilight Sparkle in disguise? How do you know any of these people aren’t her secret agents?”

“You can’t...” I say, aghast. “You have to trust someone,” I fuss in frustration, “If we just assumed everyone was Twilight Sparkle, then she really would win! Y-you could study real magic, and even figure out how to get to Equestria yourself. The general said that!”

“The general said a lot of things,” Nick grumbles.

“We might be the world’s only hope!” I protest, “How can you just... abandon humanity like that? You want us to be ponies forever?!”

I realize I’m getting shrill, but I don’t care. Stomping I shout at him, “You know what? Maybe I will throw myself into danger! Maybe my stupid... stupid pregnancy can stuff it! I’m not crippled, just because I’m pregnant. How the heck am I gonna hurt my baby, just by... just by going to save the world? A-and so what if I die? That’s still one less baby in the world, because I guess that’s all I’m good for!”

“Are you listening to yourself?” he counters angrily, “You think you’re the world’s only hope? You’re gonna get imprisoned or worse, and you’re gonna do it with another innocent child this time.”

Another—?! “Y-you can’t be blaming me for having a miscarriage!” I gasp in horror, “I didn’t starve myself! and you wouldn’t even cum in me afterwards, so how could you be upset I lost your baby the first time?”

“I’m upset because you’re hurting yourself, and you need to face reality,” Nick shoots back, “These soldiers are no good. They’re just as much of liars as the rest of them. You should just... let other people handle it, because you’re not the hero you think you are.”

“Something is wrong,” I stomp, “Things aren’t right with the world. Twilight’s still out there, and... and everyone’s a pony! If I can’t even fix things, and make our world a safe place to live, then why would I even think about starting a family?”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing,” he growls at me, “You’re gonna start a family whether you want to or not, because you can’t be happy with a guy if he doesn’t cum inside you.”

“I–I’ll figure out some sort of abortion,” I stammer at him.

“Wh—really?” he asks in genuine surprise, “You’d do that?”

“I can’t have a child ,” I tell him in frustration, “Twilight’s still out there! The world’s just crazy, it’s just not safe, and I’ll be dammed if I have a child, now!”

“How are you gonna just... have an abortion?” he asks, testily, “Do you even know how it would work for ponies, or horses, or whatever we are?”

“They’re... they’re actually in contact with Equestria,” I reply in desperate hope, “I can learn how they do it over there, where ponies come from!”

“And all you have is their word that Equestria even exists,” he states coldly, “All you’re gonna end up doing is giving birth, in some isolation cell.”

“I don’t care if Equestria exists!” I shriek at him, loud enough to shut his stupid pie hole. “They need our help! And I’m going to help them! And I don’t care if I... if I give birth in a freaking helicopter! You’re just gonna ... gonna die all alone because you didn’t ever trust anyone, just because one single pony betrayed you!”

“Look what she did!” Nick shouts, gesturing around himself at nothing and everything, because he means the whole world, and he’s right. But he’s so stupid he can’t even realize that it really is nothing he’s waving at, even though we are all ponies.

“And I’m not gonna let her get away with it!” I tell him, “I don’t even care if you’re with me. You can fffuck off for all you want, but you can’t make me give up too!”

“I’ve had enough of this,” he snorts, turning and trotting hastily away.

“And Equestria is real!” I shout angrily to his back, “It’s not a fantasy, and it’s not a lie!”

He doesn’t even turn around.

“Equestria’s real,” I repeat, sinking to my belly. “A-and I’m real,” I add, rolling to my side. “And the world’s a good place,” I say, curling up, “Where b-bad people don’t win, and it can’t end like this. It’s not right...” That’s about all I can say anymore, crying my helpless, girly, sobbing tears.

So it turns out not everyone’s on board with this. I’m... just feeling kind of blank about that, when I finally rub my itchy, red eyes dry, and sulk out of the barn. Nick’s right, but I just can’t pass up this chance. No way the military could imprison us now. I’d just kick open the door and run, before they got us through the gates. They don’t even have... armored vehicles really, just vans, trailers, and pickup trucks. Many that look like they were just nabbed off the street, since they probably were. I just really, really need to find some closure in my life, and if that risks being pushed into an isolation cell again, maybe I... will just let them shoot me instead.

But they’re not going to. They’re the good guys. We’re the good guys, and we’re gonna figure out how to go to Equestria. Me and Holly, and Sue, and Lucy, and Dusty, and even Bubblegum Comet is with us the whole way. The uh... fact that these are the ponies I’ve been having regular sex with probably plays a factor in that. But they’re not the only ones. The vans are packed! There’s like twenty ponies per pickup truck!

But not Nick, and... not Mira.

I wish I could say Mira was on board too. Miss let’s-go-save-the-world-in-Baltimore herself, who actually enjoys being a pony. But at least she doesn’t try to convince me not to go.

“Huh... I can’t even feel a lump at all. Are you sure?”

“M-maybe you should feel more.. heh...” Mira says, laying on her back and kicking a leg as I rub her golden furred belly.

She um... she really likes belly rubs.

“You really think you’re pregnant?” I ask the purring bat pony.

“Mmm, well I think so,” she says, as I stroke her... belly that contains a womb with the crook of my forehoof. “Been eating more, and I dunno... getting tired, and... well something’s making me pee.”

I cease stroking that belly.

Sitting up and looking at it, Mira says distantly, “Yeah, one of the g—real girls was saying you’ll have to pee more, because your uterus is getting bigger already. At least it’s that way for humans.”

Maybe that’s why Holly likes peeing so much? Because she’s been pregnant this whole time?

“You really think your uterus is getting bigger?” I ask her cautiously.

“I dunno, it doesn’t feel any different,” she says, laying her own hoof on her belly, “And yet it kinda does. I’ve just been feeling... different. I dunno, I’ve never been pregnant before, but... if I had to guess, this’s what it’d feel like.”

“I have been feeling... different too,” I say uneasily, “At least off and on. But I’m still going, because this’s important.”

“Seriously?” she asks, looking at me incredulously, “You’re just... gonna... ignore being pregnant?”

“I’ll give birth when I need to,” I insist, “You think I’m going to have a problem with my pregnancy, just for going somewhere, just to try and help?”

“Maybe,” she says, tilting her head at me, “Do you even wanna be pregnant?”

“Not like I have a choice,” I grumble, ears going flat, “It’s just so hard to say no.”

“Well, I haven’t been telling him ‘no,’” Mira says coyly, “Matter of fact, we’ve been not telling each other no as much as possible. I kinda... really wanna have a baby now.”

Giving her a wary look, I ask, “Any reason why, or do you think it’s just hormones?”

Mira frowns in thought, and says, “Actually you’re a lot of the reason why. You remember when I was... not feeling so good about being a bat pony?”

Wincing, I nod, saying, “Yeah, it was pretty bad... being a pony isn’t the easiest thing in the world.”

“Well, I got to thinking, and you kind of helped me realize that it’s just... that bat ponies are really awesome,” she says, spreading a wing and looking at it fondly. “All our weird abilities and how our wings actually are kind of awesome looking, and I started feeling I dunno... beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” I tell her without any hesitation, regarding her soft tresses of pink and blue, framing a body furred in golden yellow. “Your colors blend so lovely together, and I love how your mane just kind of... swooces around your ears like that. I wish I could have pretty colors like yours.”

“Yeah, and...” she blushes, half hiding under a hoof, “Yeah stuff like t-that I mean.”

“I like my colors too,” I make sure to assure her, “Just... you really are beautiful, at least by my pony standards.”

Putting her hoof down, Mira looks at me pensively, then says, “So I... met a bat pony named Peter. You know Peter, right?”

And now I’m imagining the deep groans as that purple bat pony stallion cums inside my sister. Okay. “Y-yeah, I... thought you were with Nick,” I tell her honestly.

“I... am I guess,” she says, “But I’m thinking of going with Peter, if he can spend time with me. I just... made sure that Peter was the one who came inside me, because I wanted to give birth to... bat ponies.”

“And you’re sure it’s not Nick’s foal?” I say giving her a curious look, “Didn’t he ever try to impregnate you?”

“Well, I didn’t wanna get pregnant at first,” she repeats, glancing down defensively. “And then you talked to me, and then I kinda... did.”

“So you...”

“Yeah, I uh... met a bat pony I liked, and lifted my tail for him,” Mira says shyly, “And next thing I know, I’m getting pregnant with little bat ponies. Nick’s okay with it. He says I can have um... a bat pony foal, if I want, plus he has... two other girls. And Peter’s just really... really handsome.”

“Yeah um...” I say with an uneasy empathy, “I think I’ll try to stick with Sue and... Dusty for now.”

“You sure?” Mira asks, fluttering her eyelids, “Don’t want to get yourself some cute little bat pony babies?”

Please tell me my sister’s not trying to pimp her boyfriend on me.

Author's Notes:

He’s not her boyfriend. He’s her surrogate father!