To summarize, I like Peter.

“C’mon, Peter, you can do it!” Mira cheers on the stallion who’s breathing hard as he holds my hips I brace against his thrusts because I can feel his shaft sliding in and out of me, ready to fill me with a leathery winged child. The night is warm and dark, and there is a male holding me, mounting me, fucking me. I feel myself wrapped around his slick, slimy shaft, slimy because of me, because I want it so bad my cunt is just melting to have him within me. And he is.

“Meadowsweet wants my babies,” Mira tells him practically, “So make sure she’ll have lots of little bat pony babies inside her, when she goes with the general.”

“Mira—unh,” I try to protest, but as I feel that penis fucking every inch of my tingling vagina, all I can think of is what this male wants to do: grabbing my hips, pushing his penis so deep, and punching bursts of semen into me, while I take every drop into the mysterious depths that I have now. Mira nuzzles me, but all I care about is making that a reality. I’m just panting at nothing, tongue hanging out, hungry for that cock’s bounty. Taken by the urge to stuff my vagina with penis, I feel Peter’s erection flare in it, stretching in my hips, spreading me deeply, then...

“Ahh yes,” I gasp in a girl’s voice, at the feeling of hot thick spurts rushing up into me. I push against Peter, push his orgasming dick into my vagina, so I can stand there breathing, feeling powerful spurts of seed steadily pumping into my quivering passage by a thick, kicking dick. If I wasn’t already pregnant, I might be upset at this, but as-is I can indulge in my hunger for it, and outright growl in pleasure as I feel his ejaculation entering me.

Then his penis stills, and I’m pregnant maybe again maybe. As my whole body, except my hind legs, relaxes, I croon deliriously to Mira, “Mira I’m gonna give birth to your babies and his babies in an isolation cell.”

“Aww, that’s... wait what was that last part?” the deep voiced Peter asks above me.

Okay, to really summarize, I’m being asked by my sister to cheat on my boyfriend, and on my other secret boyfriend, in order to get impregnated with her boyfriend’s baby, because my sister is as much of a freak as I am. Shit’s fucked, nothing makes sense, Twilight Sparkle is evil, and in the process of preparing to travel to a secret military base, to plot against Twilight’s evil machinations, there are apparently a few things I have left to do. Things being people. People being a man named Peter, my sister’s boyfriend.

Also I’m a pony.

“Woah woah, hold on,” I yelp at Mira the previous day, before that bat pony stallion ever even came close to fucking me, waving a soft yellow furred foreleg protectively against my darker yellow furred sister. “You can’t be serious!” I squeak, immediately wanting it but also fearing it, “He’s your boyfriend!”

“Yeah, and I’m carrying his child!” Mira says stubbornly, swishing her candy colored tail in stripes of blue and pink, “Why would I get myself knocked up, if I didn’t think he’s gonna make some awesome kids? I’d rather you have his babies than Sue’s!”

“W-what’s wrong with Sue’s babies?” I say in red-faced offense.

“C’mon, you know what’s wrong,” she says with a playful wiggle of her rear, partially spreading her wings, “You want your kids to be as handicapped as you are? If you have sex with Peter, they could fly!”

“Earth ponies had kids who were unicorns and pegasi in the show,” I say uncertainly, lifting a hoof at the cheeky mare professing to be my sister.

Mira rolls her eyes at that, saying, “You know Mrs. Cake had to have been sleeping around. Anyway it’s probably a way better chance if you mate with an actual bat pony. That’s why I don’t get why you didn’t stay with Nick. Don’t you want his unicorn babies?”

“I don’t want any babies!” I squeak indignantly, “E–except when I’m horny, of course. But I mean... you are supposed to have babies with the man you love, not... pick out the best breeding stock!”

“I don’t see why,” Mira says, strutting past me with a flip of her tail, “Why not have some fun? Live it up already!”

“Because this doesn’t happen!” I squeal in utter exasperation.

Mira stares at me as I break down, slowly blinking her eyes, batlike pupils, slitted in the daylight. “How is this possible?” I ask her, sinking anxiously on my unsteady hooves, “Everyone says I’m so nice, but I... I fucked Nick! I should be a guy. I shouldn’t be able to fuck anybody! I shouldn’t even say the word fuck!”

Pacing back and forth next to the barn, I tell her, “B-but then suddenly I got to have sex with Twilight Sparkle! She just wanted me, and it was perfect! A-and even when I’m a girl, I’m still... getting fucked, left and right!”

“Meadows, I—” Mira says with an apologetic grimace, but I interrupt, saying,

“Sue should hate me for... for spying on him and Holly. Nick should hate me for cheating on him with Sue. Twilight Sparkle does hate me, and she still fucked me! A-and Dusty! You know Rachel’s called Dusty, now? I had to have sex with him, just to keep him sane while I helped him find some steady partners. That’s four people in one year. Five if you count Nick twice, before and after he turned into a pony!”

“What are you saying?” Mira says in frustrated confusion, tilting an ear, “You don’t want to have all that sex? I mean sure that’d be normal, but that’s not who you are! You love... everyone! It’s a crime you haven’t been able to get sex before this! I—I wanted to fuck you!”

A blush flooding her orange furred face, struck speechless after her outburst, Mira gapes at me, then looks away and says faintly, “W-when you said that the girl you were thinking about in school went out with someone else, I—I wanted to pin you down and give you what Alice wouldn’t. You were so down, and... and horny, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I... every time you came from work and you just... it seemed like everyone you knew was getting married, and I just wanted to fuck marriage and rules and just... screw you!”

“Well, but, why didn’t you say anything?” I whine, trying to look at her in a new light, but this is Mira! She can’t possibly have ever wanted to screw me!

“Because I’m your sister!” she replied, scraping a hoof in frustration, “It’s supposed to be the worst, ugliest most... unsexy thing in the world. There was no way you wanted me because y–you just needed a normal relationship, and it would be wrong of me to just try... molesting my own brother! You’d just look at me, and see your sister, and get disgusted at the very idea of ever touching me.”

“I never ever got disgusted at that!” I protest, “I mean yes it’s wrong, but... you were beautiful even before you were a pony! Even if you weren’t my sister, you were way out of my league! I’d be lucky to get some cynical fat jerk to have sex with me.”

Mira slumps, saying, “Yeah, it sucks. Human society sucks. Our society sucks. I never wanted you to have to be lonely so long, and you just were. Because I thought I was doing the right thing, and you know what I think now?”

I really don’t.

Meeting my gaze evenly, Mira continues with intense blue eyes, “I think the right thing to do is what we feel is right, and right now I’m feeling like fucking your stupid yellow butt into the ground and filling you with batpony babies. And I can’t do that, so let’s go get Peter to do it instead.”

Shaking my head slowly, I take another step back, saying, “It’s just so impossible. I didn’t do anything to deserve this much... love. Other ponies—other mares can’t get any sex at all, and I’m just gonna add on Peter like some kind of trophy?”

“Hey, it’d be my trophy not yours,” Mira says teasingly, sauntering up to me despite my skittishness, “If I’m the one who wants good things to happen to you, you can’t blame yourself for getting them!”

“Well I don’t mind being a trophy, but...” I say quietly, not quite looking at the bat pony beside me.

“Heh... yeah, you’re a real catch, Meadowsweet,” Mira says, nudging my side with hers comfortingly. “I bet he’d be overjoyed to know he gets the chance to make you feel that good. It’s just such a treat to see you when you give in and really enjoy yourself, y’know?”

“You sure can’t watch yourself get...” I grumble reluctantly, “...fucked into the ground.”

“So you’ll do it?” Mira asks in hopeful delight.

A quick consultation with my gonads says yeah I totally will.

“I just wonder why me,” I ask her with a resigned sigh, “Why not another girl who (quote) gives in and really enjoys herself? Why not um... Patricia?”

“Eh, she’s great and all, but I don’t know her all that well,” Mira says, rocking on her hooves, “It might seem like us flying ponies all get buddy buddy, but the sky is actually a really big place. And um... you were even there back when I was naked. And... fucked, when I was a human.”

“I was?” I ask, tilting my head in confusion.

“Yeah, when Nick tried to... turn me into a pony,” Mira qualifies, “You were right there and I was like ‘Fuck if you weren’t a girl, I’d just do you right here.’”

“Y-yeah that was really... something,” I say, remembering how odd I felt about her human crotch dripping with Nick’s pony semen back then.

“It’s like a domino effect or something,” Mira insists, “Twilight got you past that first time, and everything came from that, so now you’re just getting used to your um... sexuality!”

“Which apparently includes raising my tail for every stallion I see,” I grumble.

“C’mon, bat pony babies~?” she sings, leaning towards me and smiling at me tempingly.

Blushing, I say, “Okay but just this once. And only if he’s okay with it.”

“Yesss!” Mira cheers, snagging me by the hoof and half fluttering up into the air, “C’mon lets see if we can introduce you.”

“H-hey,” I say nervously, “If he’s in the sky, I’m not gonna do it.”

Blinking, Mira looks down where she’s hooked her foreleg in mine, and drops to the ground, saying, “Oh, sorry. That’s just kind of my go-to these days for moving around. C’mon, he’s gotta be somewhere around town.”

“I’m probably already pregnant with Sue’s foal anyway,” I protest as I follow along with Mira, trotting into the town proper, “And I might give birth to an earth pony anyway.”

“Yeah, or,” Mira chirps with a glance back at me in amusement, “You’ll have a cute little bat pony baby in your belly.”

Shaking my head, I sigh, “Well, if I have to have a baby, I guess I wouldn’t mind having, um...” I almost say ‘yours’ but instead I say, “...his.”

Peter proceeds to be entirely too agreeable with the idea, and since he’s not coming with, it really is a one night stand. Especially since we did it at night. Standing. It’s a strange comfort I feel, being with Sue and Dusty, knowing I can be with them and keep being with them, and still give Peter a chance to put a baby in me. I can still remember him moving within me, and the place his penis was moving within is just right back there, under my tail. I still literally have his semen with me. It’s like a piece of Peter is... there with the three of us, there inside my hips, doing mysterious things to my womb, which is a thing that I have now.

I think I have one, at least.

So with Mira and Peter’s... sendoff, or whatever you call it, I’m off to my isolation cell. No I don’t actually think that’s what the government is going to do to us. No, we don’t just jump in the vans and go. And no, I don’t think everyone is secretly working for Twilight Sparkle and plotting to imprison me forever. Unlike Nick, I’m just joking.

The government isn’t even invited to our final grand council of what the fuck is going on. We do have a meeting though, just us barn ponies, because apparently there’s this huge controversy over whether to go save the world. There are even some ponies watching the door, in case any of the government types try to come over here, so there’s a lot of distrust brewing, but mostly we’re just meeting to decide what to do about them, not to keep any secrets or anything.

“Okay, I know we’re split on this,” the green and blue pegasus known as Patricia says, having flown up to stand on the stage we kind of erected in the barn for this purpose, “I’m not gonna try to convince people to leave or to stay, but I just want to talk about what we’re gonna do about this.”

“Why can’t we just split?” a pony in the crowd calls out, “Half of us have already split!”

“That’s one idea!” Patricia agrees loudly, “But we need to figure out how we’re going to split. I don’t want anyone to feel like they have to go, or... stay here, just to be with their friends. People are arguing about it pretty badly though. So we need to find out what’s going on, and talk to each other about this. You think someone’s making a mistake, I need you to tell us why now, and we’re all gonna listen with an open mind. Nobody’s gonna interrupt you, or argue with you. I just want to hear what people know about this, and what they think we should do. I know you’ve been wanting to talk about it, so we’re all here now, and it’s safe to speak your mind. So uh... Sue? You wanna go first?”

In the crowd, Sue calls out, “I pretty much agree with Meadowsweet, so why don’t you ask her?”

Oh fuck no.

“Dammit Sue!” I squeal at him. Alas, there’s nothing to be done for it. I climb up on the stage, fear flaring in me until I turn around and see everyone’s there, all around me, and it hurts on a level I can’t quite understand that... soon they might not be.

“S-so I’m bad at this,” I tell the crowd, a pregnant horse with greenish hair that can’t decide whether or not to be curly, “But okay, fine. Twilight Sparkle is absolutely horrible. She hurt me, and then hurt me again. I don’t know who she really is, but she’s not the Twilight Sparkle we know. She’s a... a monster.”

I look down and take a calming breath, before facing everyone again, adding, “But she’s not all powerful! She almost accidentally brought a tracking device back with us, a-and she was really bad at dealing with it. She tried to stop us from... from making love, and it didn’t work! She tried to get rid of me three times, a-and I’m still here.”

Lifting my head before the crowd, I am still here, and she can’t stop me! “So everyone thinking the government or the police are secretly on her side,” I say confidently, “After what she did to them, like they’d ever listen to her! We have to trust someone, or we’ll miss our chance and she’ll pick us off one by one. I don’t know if the general was telling us everything, but there’s no reason to think the government means us harm anymore.”

My resolve fades a little bit as I really am not the person who should be saying this. I wasn’t even paying attention to the General’s speech, so I don’t know if she told us everything or not! “So... I’m going with them, because...” I say unsurely, “Because I keep thinking it might be the only chance we have of s-saving everyone, and turning people back to human, who want to be. And if it’s all a trap by Twilight Sparkle, then I’ll just break the doors down and run away and warn everyone. So I don’t know if that helps or not, but... that’s why I’m going.”

My lip trembles, as I say, “I just can’t stay here. It’s t-too important for me to just ignore this. I might be totally useless to them, but I have to try!”

They’re all um... looking at me silently.

“So um, who’s next?” I ask, looking around.

“I was gonna say something!” shouts a mare in the back, “But I’m with you now!”

“What?” I say, blankly. I was trying to explain why I’m being stupid about it, not convince them to be stupid. And now everyone after me is just saying like, “Let’s go!” with nobody even objecting to it anymore. But at last, the one pony who taught me about herding cows comes up, just a yellow furred earth pony, with light orange hair and green eyes.

“Okay, so we don’t all have to go,” the pony known as Brisket declares, “The people here still need us, and I know people in town who I don’t wanna leave behind. I’m not saying we shouldn’t go, but it’s okay if we don’t all go. I think only the ones who really wannit should go.”

That earns some grumbling at least, ponies murmuring at each other, like how beside me, my friend Tess remarks, “Y’know, she’s got a point.”

“She doesn’t just have a point. She’s right!” I quietly hiss back to the green and pink pony, “I didn’t want everyone to go. We have plenty of people who want to.”

There are a few more negative-ish opinions after that. A pink earth pony who I don’t recognize says in a trembling voice, “I—I’m pregnant now, and I can’t just go off on an adventure. Everyone who’s pregnant has to stay here and s-start raising their children, even if they aren’t really a...”

She blushes at that, and mumbles an apology, stumbling off the stage. Surprisingly, it’s the candy haired Mira who flutters up to the stage in response to that pregnant mare. “Hey, everypony,” she says dramatically, “You know what Meadowsweet’s been doing? Like a lot of us, she’s been getting pregnant!”

Oh god this is worse than getting called to the stage.

“So Meadowsweet’s going, and she’s gonna be fine,” Mira continues, “Why should she be worried? She’s going to a high security place, like the highest, and they’re not stopping her for being pregnant. So she’s gonna... have her foal there, and she won’t even have to worry it’ll get trampled by a cow. So um... think of your baby if you want, I guess. I mean I totally...” she glances at her rump and swallows, “Um... do. But this isn’t a war zone, it’s just some kind of... government project. Might as well give birth there as here, right?”

There’s several thoughtful murmurs at that. But I’m more concerned with the mare who went before Mira. My bat pony sister is nicely covering for me up there on stage, while reminding everyone that I went and had sex as a girl, so I creep away from the front of the crowd, shuffling up to the pink pony who went before Mira.

“Um... you’re right,” I mumble shamefully.

“What?” she says, turning to look at me in confusion.

“I shouldn’t go,” I tell her, “I should f-focus on raising my foal. You’re right for doing that, and I’m just being stupid about it. I just can’t give up this chance to find out what’s going on, and h-help and stuff, but that doesn’t make it right for me to go.”

Though her hair is but a lighter shade of pink, I can’t help but notice she has striking, yellow eyes, as I tell this living, breathing pony who’s a real person behind those golden eyes, “I don’t know you, but I do know you shouldn’t ever have to go with us, and... maybe risk your life. You can just stay here and have your baby, and... you’re doing the right thing.”

“Thank you,” she says, blushingly, “I’m Carnation, and I know you’re Meadowsweet, but I really just get so worried sometimes. It’s nice of you to come um... say something to make me feel better.”

“What are you worried about?” I ask, “I mean, is it about the... pregnancy?”

“I... I dunno how I’m gonna feed a baby,” she tells me with scared eyes, “We’re just... just farmers now and I don’t think babies can eat hay!”

Blinking, I give her an incredulous look.

“What?” she whines self-consciously.

“Well uh, b-babies can drink uhm, milk,” I say conservatively.

“Milk is even harder to get though!” she protests, “Cows are huge, now!”

“I uh”

Has it finally happened? Have I discovered someone even more clueless than me?

“I meant your milk...” I tell her leerily, “You know you’re gonna be uh... doing that, right?”

She’s very quiet at that. I hope I didn’t break her! After a few seconds, she says in a lost voice, “I didn’t even think about that.”

“I just don’t know either,” I assure her anxiously, “I heard that you basically just stand there while the foal kind of latches on and stands beside you, um, drinking your milk. A-and it sounds pretty easy.”

“I don’t wanna make milk though,” she whimpers, her eyes tearing up, “Why did I let him do that? M-my mom I remember she was sore if she didn’t... nurse my kid sister all the time, I mean. I’m gonna have to...”

“I’m so sorry,” I say to her hopelessly, laying my neck alongside hers. She doesn’t protest, at least. “It’s not scary or anything,” I grumble over her shoulder, “But it sucks, and we don’t have a choice anymore.”

“W-well birth is pretty scary,” she says, stiffening against me. J-jeez, I don’t wanna give birth! Panicking at the thought, I pull away from her, as she stomps and says,

“I’m scared because they say giving birth hurts a lot and it’s just gonna happen to me now, and I can’t stop it!”

“I wish there was something we could do,” I whimper in frustration, cringing back from the smaller mare, “I couldn’t find anything in the library, except something called the morning after pill, and I don’t even know what pills work on ponies.”

“Oh, you mean like an abortion...” she says distantly, the fire fading in her eyes.

“If you can figure out how then...” I look at her beseechingly, “Then please do! I know it’s evil, and people don’t like it, but... it’d be so much better if we weren’t so helpless. I’d even...”

Uncertainly, I confess to her, “I might even a-actually have the foal anyway, if I just had a choice. It’s just so much harder to deal with, when you can’t stop!”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to cry,” she says shakily, and I’m not crying, am I?!

...okay maybe a little.

“We’ll just... do our best,” she says, pushing up close to me and hugging me with a foreleg, “And... and I don’t know how I’m supposed to comfort you. I’m the one f-freaking out here!”

“Well, you’re not alone at that, at least,” I tell her, my sorrow fading before a warm feeling inside at her presence and thoughtful compassion. “Maybe after this’s all over, you can show me your foal, and I’ll show you mine. Or however that works.”

“That... that’d be fine, I suppose,” she says faintly, as we come to stand separate again. “It’s just not something I ever thought I was gonna be able to do.”

“You and me both, sister,” I groan, hanging my head.

Once we’re well into the actual preparations to leave, I get a bit of an unusual visit around that time. I’m busy dropping sacks of salted meat into the back of a covered pickup truck, and it goes without saying that I have to rear up to put stuff inside the truck even with the hatch down. Because ponies are so small, it’s ridiculous how huge everything seems now.

“Meadowsweet, is it?” a little girl asks me, making me look down from the tailgate I’m reared up on. Standing beside me and the truck is a pink filly with purple hair and a smart blue jacket uniform, albeit no longer adorned with all those bulky medals.

“Oh! Uh...” I push off of the pickup truck, not knowing if I should duck down, or... try to do a bow with my forelegs? “Hello Major General uh... sir,” I tell her with my best terrible approximation of a bow to the cute little filly.

“Just call me General Carey,” she says with a tired smile, “I wanted to express my gratitude that you decided to help us out. We were really counting on you being on board.”

“It’s the least we could do,” I tell her, squirming on my hooves bashfully, “I know we were pardoned, but we still had a hand in what happened to everyone.”

“No, not everyone,” she says giving me a concerned look, “I meant you in particular. Meadowsweet, right?”

“Y-yes?” I say in confusion, “I mean yes I’m um, going? I know I’m just an earth pony, but I think I could help out with c-cooking or something.”

She giggles, saying, “I highly doubt it’s going to come to that. Anyway, I’m just passing on the message. You’re doing your country a great service!” The filly then gives me a cute little salute, and just heads off after that. I look after her thoughtfully for a moment as she wobbles away, wondering what that was all about.

Berefit of answers, and kind of worried what they might be, I just go back to loading up the truck with our share of dried meat, and busily getting pregnant with Peter’s babies in my womb. Well, maybe.

Over these past few days of deciding who’s to go and loading everything up, one of two things has happened. Either the semen Peter put in me impregnated me, or my body eliminated it since I’m already pregnant. Still not sure which is the case, at this point. It’s interesting though, how subtly different Peter’s semen is than Dusty’s, or Sue’s. There’s a different... feel to it, or song. I don’t know exactly what I’m feeling. It’s just a pleasant feeling of experiencing and learning about Peter, from what he left in my... inside.

Is it different because he’s a bat pony? Dusty and Sue are both earth ponies. I didn’t even think to notice before, too worried about my potential pregnancy to really pay attention to how Nick’s semen felt compared to Sue’s. I wish I could have sex with Nick just one more time, to see if he feels different in a different way, for being a unicorn.

But there’s no way Nick’s gonna even talk to me, after I blew up at him like that.

“Meadowsweet?” Nick asks as I startle in place, the paper wrapped package of meat I was hoofing thudding into the back of the truck as I do so.

“Nick?” I squeak, turning to look at him incredulously. The purple haired unicorn’s just standing right there before me, not even looking angry at all.

“Hey, sorry for blowing up at you the other day,” he says, glumly pawing at the ground with a forehoof. “I didn’t mean to upset you so badly.”

“It’s okay,” I assure him in confusion, turning my body to face his way too, “You’re really not mad? You’re... wait, are you going to try and convince me to stay?”

“Like I could convince you the last time?” he says, rolling his eyes, “I think you’re making a mistake, but I could be wrong. I guess one of us is gonna find out.”

“No, you are right,” I say with a sigh, “There is a lot of danger involved here. They could try to do something bad to us. They could be working for Twilight Sparkle. I shouldn’t be taking risks with a baby coming, I should just settle down and... give birth I guess, and let the real heroes take care of Twilight and let them go to Equestria.”

“Buut...?” Nick prompts cheekily.

With an earnestness that surprises even me, I reply, “But if they’re not evil, I still feel like I could help out somehow, even a little bit. Being pregnant isn’t so bad! I can still do things. I can take it easy once I start getting... near the birth and stuff. And I just... it makes sense if I would want to take some risks, to make the world safe for my children, right?”

“Still can’t believe you got pregnant,” he says, shaking his head. “It wasn’t fair to you, at all.”

“Hey, I have had it a lot better than other mares so far,” I tell him indignantly, “Maybe earth ponies are super good at giving birth, because it hasn’t been bad at all for me so far. I sure kind of started... liking the idea of giving birth. Maybe it won’t be as... painful as everyone says it is?.”

My friend gone unicorn stallion smiles a little at that, saying, “Yeah, you’ve been fantasizing about it a lot. I dunno how much you thought about birth as a guy, but no way you felt like you wanted to do it yourself. That vagina of yours definitely gives you some weird thoughts. Can’t believe I stayed a guy through all this. Sure dodged the bullet there.”

“I think we all got affected by this, even people who didn’t switch sexes,” I contest lightly, “I’m just glad I get to be who I am now.”

“Whaddya mean ‘get to be?’” Nick asks curiously.

Taking in a calming breath, with my yellow, furry, pony chest-belly place, I explain to my friend simply, “I don’t have any magic, or wings, or anything, but I dunno, I just feel better about myself.” I turn to look at the pretty green tail descending out over my butt, a tail I can curl and straighten sort of like a snake, or like a tongue made out of hair. That came out weird.

“I feel like I’m... kind of cool,” I say, flicking my tail behind me, before looking at Nick again, “In a totally not-cool way. Is it bad if I say I like myself?”

“I think it’s bad if you say you don’t,” Nick retorts wryly.

“Yeah, just...” shifting on my hooves, I gaze up at him, very aware of being this soft little yellow and green mare, standing before my friend who’s taller and much more male than I am, or probably ever was.

“Male or female, I wasn’t happy with who I was as Alex,” I confess before that purple haired unicorn with a sigh, “My life was... I know I should go back, and I shouldn’t be ungrateful, and there was just no one else to care for it, and at least you were there for me for some reason, but I was gonna die in that house. I just never had any chance to do anything else. I never had any opportunities, that I didn’t just fail at. I didn’t have anything in my future to look forward to.”

An irresistable smile grows on my face, as I tell him, “But now I’ve met so many friends, and I’ve found... I don’t know if I would call it love, but what I’ve shared with people since this happened to me, it has been so wonderful.”

Looking out over the endless plains on the way to the distant horizon, I say in awe, “And I’ve never been to Nebraska before, but here I am! Trotting about, a little pony in cow town! With bat ponies and pegasi flying all around, and unicorns casting magic right in front of me!” Turning back to look at Nick and blushing, I say, “It’s just kind of... cool, you know?”

Nick gives me a warmly calculating look, and then says, “Your name was Aaron.”

“What?” I reply, blinking in confusion.

“It wasn’t Alex. Before all this happened, your name was Aaron,” Nick says seriously, “Before it got changed to Meadowsweet.”

“...oh,” I say with a blush rushing to my face, looking away from him and scraping the ground with a hoof. “Aaron. Right. G-got it.”

“I know you say you’re a totally different person and all, ‘Meadowsweet,’” Nick says with a bemused smile, “But you don’t even pretend you knew. You just admit it and work with me, and honestly that’s what I always liked about you. You have this visionary sort of vision, but you’re so agreeable about it. I know we haven’t been... close close lately, but even after turning into a pony, and uh... being inside you, I feel like you’re still the friend I’ve always known.”

“Well, I sure wasn’t the friend you’ve always known when we were headed to Baltimore,” I grumble at the ground, trying not to die of blushing, “I didn’t even feel like myself back then. I mean,” I manage to look up at him, saying, “I felt like myself, but I just couldn’t stop wanting to get all... female and stuff. You’re right I never, ever wanted to be pregnant, as a man!”

“And now that you’re pregnant, you’re starting feel like yourself again?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I say, “No, it’s just that I stopped trying not to be female. It’s easy to be me, if what I am is a girl pony. I mean... I’m not complaining about what we did back then. It was wonderful losing... control and just becoming someone who wanted your babies. It was just so weird, wanting to do things I never even imagined I would want to do.”

“Yeah,” Nick says shortly, as we gaze at each other in some uncertainty, a grey unicorn stallion with purple hair, and the yellow furred, green haired mare that is me. “That sure was intense back then,” he says.

“...yeah,” I admit, glancing away fussily.

“S-so you’re gonna head out soon,” Nick remarks casually as my ear turns his way, “You wanna... I mean before you leave...?”

“God yes,” I reply, sagging in relief.

So, Nick does feel more... unicorny it turns out. I don’t know what it is about his spunk that reminds me of unicorns, the same way that Peter’s felt like battiness. Some female... genetic instinct thing, I guess. I don’t have time to ask Brian, because Nick kind of made up with me at the last minute, so the fur on my butt is still damp from cleaning myself off from him leaking out of me, when I climb up into one of the trailers transporting us across the country to a mysterious location unknown.

With what little equipment we have loaded into the trucks, mostly just ourselves and one truckful of food, we’re ready to go. It’s a hot day when we leave, the shade from the metal trailers doing little to combat that. And of course we’re not just smelling like sweat. I guess I’m lucky for sake of Nick just sort of... cumming inside me right before we left, but there are at least two mares here who are really fucking horny.

Besides me, Sue, Holly and Lisa, there are a bunch of ponies in this trailer. Six mares total, counting me. One of the mares is a lighter green bat pony with purple and pink hair, another a brown earth pony with bright blue hair. The remaining mare is an orange earth pony with darker orange hair and these brilliant blue eyes which dart around anxiously. Her and the blue/brown mare are the ones who smell... that sort of spicy longing that I’ve come to know as desire. The green bat pony mare seems okay, but she’s pressing closely against the side of the other stallion in the trailer: a light blue pegasus with sorta greenish hair.

Outside our trailer, the whole convoy rumbles along, with the humans in the motor vehicles doing the driving, driving down long, largely empty highways, with occasional cars here and there abandoned on the side of the road. I’d pay more attention to what we’re travelling past I suppose, but I’m too worried about what’s happening in this trailer.

Taking stock, I know for a fact that Sue’s been quite satisfied today thanks to Holly and Lucy, and by extension so have Holly and Lucy. I’ve been busy... saying farewell to Nick, so I’m taken care of. But as for the other half of the room... I suppose they could be a mated group, but I don’t know them, and it really doesn’t... smell like it.

One of the three remaining mares seems fine, looks bored, in fact, but the other two... they smell like those mares that Bubblegum Comet was hanging out with. Tense, frustrated, horny and... receptive. And Sue’s tapped out, but I don’t think the other stallion is.

“Stop poking me!” one of the mares I don’t know growls.

“Me? You stop poking me!” another replies.

“Nobody’s poking anyone,” a third hisses irritably, “No one has anything to poke with!”

“She was poking me with her wing!”

“No I wasn’t! I was just getting comfortable!”

“I have something to poke with,” says the stallion who’s not Sue, with a jovial ear tilt.

Silence.

“Yeah, bad joke,” he concludes, his other ear tilting as he blushes, sheepishly, but maybe not with all that much repentance in his deep blue eyes.

We’re all afraid to speak up about it, because how do you tell a complete stranger “Hey, you’re smelling horny right now?” I’m still not sure how to tell a complete stranger just about much of anything! Should we even be talking, if we’re complete strangers?

Well, tensions continue to mount, until the orange mare stomps, groaning, “Why do the stallions have to smell so good? ”

“Oh gawd, here we go,” comes a young filly’s voice, and that’s the other problem with having sex in this trailer. There aren’t just stallions and mares in it, but a little cluster of two fillies and a colt. Honestly we probably should have put all the foals into one trailer, but it didn’t occur to me it would be a problem, and I guess no one else realized it either.

Off to the side sandwiched in-between the eight adult ponies, there’s a little clump of foals: a purple, blue-haired pegasus filly, a tan earth pony colt with bright green hair, and a light blue unicorn filly, with darker blue hair and strikingly brown eyes. That’s eleven ponies total, in a trailer made for maybe two horses at best, so it’s a little crowded in here, but we are definitely little ponies, so there’s plenty of wiggle room.

“No, we don’t go,” the mare tells the foal unhappily, a reddish-orange haired earth pony mare, with deep orange fur. So I guess she’s orange and... orange. She’s got an odd accent, sounds vaguely texan, but not quite. “I’m not supposed to do any of this, or feel any of this, not yet!” she says anxiously, “You foals don’t know how much it makes you feel like just... doing it!”

“None of us on this trip are real kids you know,” the purple, blue-haired pegasus filly says up to her with an unrepentant frown, “All the foals who were real kids are with their families, and they all stayed behind, or left a long time ago.”

“Your family’s not here?” I ask the pegasus filly with a worried look her way.

“Uh, no,” the filly replies with an uneasy pout, “Anyone who was a real child had their family with them at Bronycon. Any adult who became a foal was just there alone, without any family. So we could come on this secret mission, but the three of us are... pretty much on our own.”

As the foals subtly cluster a bit closer together after that remark, there’s something terribly sad about their situation. I know they’re not really foals, but somehow it doesn’t seem to matter. What do you say to them though? How do you comfort someone who doesn’t want to be a child, without comforting them like a child? I guess normal adults just... go get a beer, or something?

Well the trailer rumbles and bumps along, and the orange mare clearly needs it bad. Her smell is only increasing, and her marehood is winking at every opportunity. We jostle together, and nobody knows what to say to anypony else. Presently, the orange mare’s just staring at the blue and green pegasus stallion’s undeniable erection, panting quietly under her breath... like she can’t even try to hide that she wants it.

The stallion seems to notice, trying to look only at the bat pony mare as he changes his angle so the orange mare can’t see his erection anymore. The orange mare responds by turning away from him and just lifting her tail, just like that.

“Strider, don’t...” whimpers the bat pony mare, as the stallion ignores her to mount this orange mare, sidling forward to bring his hips up against hers.

“Oh... oh no...” the orange mare murmurs hopefully under him, staring at the bat pony in fear, then losing sight of anything when his penis presses into her slit. She bites her lip, staring forward as he slides into her vagina, giving a quiet, “Nnnf!” to the stallion’s husky groan. He doesn’t look the bat pony in the eye, yet she doesn’t protest further, so... he and the orange mare just... start having sex.

It’s a supremely surreal experience, because the stallion is right next to me. His hips are sliding against my side as he fucks the mare. I don’t even know them! She looks at the bat pony mare guiltily and fearfully at first, then... stops looking guilty, or fearful, slowly relaxing, her gaze losing focus as she pants deeper and deeper. It’s kind of bizarrely heartwarming, as the mare starts to lose track of anything else, other than standing here, having sex, and getting pregnant. Her urges overwhelm her and she begins pushing her thick hips back to help him fuck her, because she’s not afraid to do this anymore. Not holding back, not hiding it, her doubt turns into simple, earnest desire.

The stallion has already lost it, snorting hornily and fucking her with abandon, as the orange mare begins to relax into it and really mate with him. His penis slides in and out of her rocking hips with a hypnotic rhythm, so close to me. I could touch the gleaming penis that’s about to impregnate this mare, if their hips weren’t slamming together, her body eagerly taking it sliding within. I try to move out of sight of that to... give them privacy or something, but that only ends up with the mare practically hanging onto me as he fucks her hard.

The gasps and grunts of the two are intense but quiet. The mare does give a low moan of pleasure in the back of her throat when the stallion flares in her, but otherwise just keeps singlemindedly, quietly fucking. When he pushes deep inside her and with an urgent grunt starts to climax, the mare at last once again finds words. “Oh no ohh no,” the orange mare almost whispers half in distress, pushed up against me as the stallion bears down on her. I can feel the moment he ejaculates, hip deep in her vagina, as the mare stiffens against me in shock.

I at least try to subtly lean back, while the mare braces a foreleg on me, staring intensely back at her hindquarters, panting, “It feels so... oh, oh, oh oh oh.” Then she falls silent again, eyes fixed on her impregnating hips and the stallion impregnating them, while his cum starts to drip down between her legs. She lifts a hind leg, then places it down again. The stallion relaxes atop her, and now there’s another pregnant mare in the trailer.

All is still, a moment of silence outside of the rumbling bumping of the trailer, until the stallion climbs off the mare, and the orange mare... wilts. She just wanders over as far away from us as she can, and lays down curled up against the side wall of the trailer, looking back around at all of us fearfully.

“Candy, I’m sorry,” the droopy eared stallion says to the bat pony mare, still not looking her in the eyes, “You can dump me if you want but... I mean you could smell her!”

The green bat pony named Candy remains speechless, but the orange mare whimpers to her from over by the wall, “I’m sorry I just wanted... I—I didn’t think it’d really happen.” Her voice is tiny with shame as the bat pony’s boyfriend’s cum oozes out between her legs, but there actually isn’t a lot of room in this trailer, so we can all hear her just fine.

“I dunno what to do,” the bat pony says, hardly looking at anything in despairing confusion, “Nobody’s ever cheated o-on me before. Does it even count as cheating? You just... right here in front of us! You just fucked her, in public, Strider! Am I the only—I mean that... bothers people, right?”

“Hey, I don’t mind,” Lucy calls over with a wry ear tilt as the bat pony mare looks around worriedly, “Nothing we all haven’t been doing all this time, right?”

“Sure is one hell of an ice breaker,” Sue points out.

The bat pony mare gives a choked laugh, looking surprised at herself for laughing. “It’s totally wrong,” she says shaking her head bemusedly at Sue, “But I just don’t... I mean, you all could smell her!”

“I still smell like that,” the brown and blue mare protests, “It’s just the smell of being horny, and you don’t see me sticking my butt up!” In fact, her butt is firmly planted down on the floor of the trailer now, as she sits on her haunches.

“Y-yeah, but... what I mean is, I know how she feels,” the bat pony mare says meekly, looking at the orange mare, who stands up reluctantly as the bat pony explains, “I don’t know anything about being a girl, or what’s going on back there. Then I met Strider and it just sort of happened. And—I can just understand how you might not be able to... resist.”

“Grownups can’t stop wanting it,” the orange mare replies in a tone of great import, “My bottom started aching back there, and I started wanting to... to feel a boy in there. I didn’t think he’d really do it, but he did, and it felt amazing, and I–I’m sorry I know he’s yours, but it felt really good and—”

“No, don’t be!” the bat pony protests, “I’m pretty sure what you did is b-bad, I’m just trying to say it happened to me like that, too. I didn’t think he’d really do it, then he was just... going in, and I totally lost it at the feeling, and the next thing I know I’m getting pregnant.”

“Yeah well I just... came with to help out,” the orange mare says shyly, then blushes horribly and adds, “Then he just... and I just...” she looks at her rear, then over at the rest of us, asking tremulously, “Do I h-have a baby inside me now?”

“I don’t... wow, you,” the bat pony says, captivated by the thought as she reaches forward to touch the orange mare’s shoulder as if to reassure herself she’s real, “You have Strider’s... ssemen inside you right now, making you pregnant, right now...”

The orange mare just whimpers in confusion at that, squirming one hind leg against the other. And the bat pony’s blushing to silence too, so I step forward, asking the orange mare,

“What’s your name?”

“Blaze,” the orange mare says, looking at me shyly, “Is what I wanted for a pony name.”

“Well Blaze, you might be pregnant,” I tell her frankly, “But it doesn’t happen every time. So you might have to try a few times. Are uh, you gonna have sex with Strider again?”

“She’s—!” the bat pony says, turning to me red-faced, but the orange pony cuts her off, saying hastily,

“No, no it was just a accident, just one time.” Her resolve kind of weakens as she actually thinks about it though, saying more uneasily, “Because I don’t wanna get pregnant and...” she looks at Candy, “I’m not supposed to.” With a little stomp, she declares, “Ohh, but it felt so good!”

Looking solidly at the bat pony mare, Blaze says, “I–I loved doing it. I didn’t care about you, or about being bad. I just stood there, and... and loved how his penis kept sliding. I felt so good when he started putting a baby in me. He just pushed it in, a-and stuff started going into me! And making me feel funny. I... I have a place for his penis, so how can it be so bad?”

“Ponies are... different than humans,” I interject helpfully, hoping I’m not somehow horribly wrong in claiming this. “There aren’t as many stallions as mares. You couldn’t find a stallion back in Ainsworth, could you?”

“No, I wanted it back then too,” Blaze admits cautiously, “I started wanting a boy’s... thing inside me. I-it was so bad, I tried to... but the other girls stopped me and helped me stay not pregnant, b-but they were mean about it.”

“All I’m saying,” I say with a sympathetic nuzzle, “Is that you and... what’s your name again?” I look over at the jilted bat pony.

“I’m uhm... Candy,” she says conservatively.

“You and Candy can both share a stallion,” I hopefully inform Blaze, “Up to like three girls can share a stallion, and nobody gets left out. I’m not saying Candy... has to do it, but she... didn’t stop him. So...”

I look at Candy thoughtfully, and Candy blushes, saying, “What was I supposed to do, drag her out from under him? Can we really just... share him? What about how Strider? What about how he feels about this?”

“I think he wants to share,” I say in a puzzled tone, looking the stallion’s way, “He was the one who... you know, just had sex with Blaze right in front of you.”

“Hey, I just wanna do what’s right,” Strider says, then blushes adding resentfully, “And then I just... got a boner and... dammit,” he looks away, scuffing the floor of the trailer with his forehoof. “It was so easy just to... do it. Candy, Blaze is beautiful. And that’s no excuse but... is it really that easy? Just... sharing?”

“So, you’ve only been having sex with Candy until now, right?” Holly asks the stallion, fluttering up beside me.

“Y-yeah, I mean...” he shivers, saying disconsolately, “I guess the cat is out of the bag, I did have sex with a... few others. But mostly just Candy.”

“Who?” Candy asks, mildly horrified.

“Well, Jennifer,” Strider says guiltily, “You saw how she was practically hanging off of me. Well we went off behind the auto dealership, and... sorry. You were just too... I mean you didn’t even want to have sex at all that day!”

“She—that’s why she was so smug,” Candy says in astonishment, “She talked to me after that and... she even swayed her hips at me. You mounted her?”

Strider nods weakly.

“A-and came?” Candy adds, wherupon to his nod she murmurs almost to herself, “So she also had your cum inside her and I didn’t even know...”

“Anyway,” Holly cuts in, “I really wanted to ask Candy something. He’s been mostly having sex with you, which means a lot of sex, like every day or more.” Giving Candy a measured look, she asks, “Are you tired of having sex with Strider?”

Candy blushes heavily, and fish-mouths, “I–uh–that’s n—uh...”

“I let Sue have sex with Meadowsweet, and it was wonderful,” Holly asserts to the other bat pony, “On days when I wasn’t horny, I didn’t have to be. She, a-and Lucy can take care of him. Sue’s happy, I’m happy, and nobody’s keeping secrets.”

“So I should just let her... fuck him?” Candy asks in aggravation, slightly spreading her wings as she faces Holly. “It’s just... no problem at all?”

“Well, it helps if you touch yourself, while you’re watching them,” Holly says, stepping slightly back with a coy little smile.

“I–I’ll watch you fuck him,” Blaze eagerly tells Candy, butting up beside Holly to tell her, “You can any time, and all the time and it’ll be okay I just want a little, just a little when I really need it. Please? I’m sorry, I really wanted it...”

Five seconds of that adorable mare’s crushing sadness is more than anyone should endure, so Candy swiftly says, “O-okay okay, we can... try it. Just...”

“Just hang out together,” Lucy says casually, “And tell each other if you want it. It’s even okay if you both want it, because you can let the other girl get it, and it’s still really satisfying to see her get it. Might be a pony thing.”

“It might not work for you,” I admit to Candy, “But it’s better than just... watching your dude have sex with random strangers in a trailer.”

“I guess I really am a pony,” Candy says incredulously, gazing at Blaze while talking to me, “I really don’t feel angry at her at all. I just feel like... I empathize with her?”

“Sympathize,” Lucy corrects, “No way you felt just like Blaze did just a minute ago. But you’re okay with her feeling that way. That’s what sympathy is all about.”

“Sympathy for the pony who cheated on me,” Candy says guiltily, ears going down.

“Doesn’t count as cheating, if you’re all together,” I remind her hopefully.

Candy’s ears go up a little at least. “Yeah...” she replies with a small smile, “I guess it doesn’t.”

“I’m just sorry I was bad,” Blaze says guiltily, “You don’t have to do anything for me. I’m just a... stranger now. H-how do you know I’m... not um... a bad person?”

“Well, I mean you seem okay,” Candy says with a bashful blush, “How’m I supposed to know? I guess we could just... get to know you a bit?”

“Oh,” Blaze says, giving Candy a quietly sideways look, standing there a few seconds, then asking, “What would you like to... know?”

The orange earth pony’s sudden reticence has us all looking her way in concern, especially considering she brought up the subject. Does Blaze have a criminal record or something? Something she has to hide?

“I live in Knoxville in Tennessee,” Blaze abruptly offers, shying back at the sudden attention from everyone, “That’s where my house is, but I don’t know where it is right now. Um...”

I’m not sure what her confession was supposed to accomplish there, but it at least explains her odd accent.

Author's Notes:

Road trip!!