Someone told me this chapter is extra triggery, so I should add a trigger warning.

Trigger Warning: do not read this story.

The entire convoy stops for the night. The reason given is pretty sensible. They’re visible enough with being the only vehicles on the road. Headlights at night would make them stick out like a sore thumb, which could attract unwanted attention. Any pony we don’t know could turn out to be an agent of Twilight Sparkle. Or human, for that matter. or woodland critter, for all I know.

So that’s why there are ponies keeping watch, and that’s why everybody panicks when there’s a loud clunk of hooves landing hard on the metal roof of one of the vehicles we’re sheltering in, then a second clunk, followed by the strident call of “Intruder! ”

...followed by the strident call of “I’m not an intruder! ”

Well, when I tumble out of the trailer, there are at least a half dozen ponies surrounding a shadowy figure in the center of them, some of the ponies hovering in the air, as if the not-intruder were likely to take flight at any moment. “I’m with you, I swear!” a mare cries out, “I didn’t mean to—”

Right then someone turns on the headlights of a nearby vehicle, making everyone wince as their eyes adjust to the unexpected brightness. There in the middle of a circle of a mixture of military ponies and my group is a bat pony looking panicked, going by the name of

“Mira?!” I shout, bounding forward.

The golden furred bat pony looks at me with tightly slitted blue eyes, yelping, “Oh thank goodness, Meadowsweet! Tell them I’m with you!”

“Wha? You don’t recognize me, Mira?” a blue and red filly in the crowd says in a hurt tone.

“Oh, Melissa!” Mira declares in surprise, turning to her, “No, I... I just was kind of...”

She stands up straight then, looking around saying, “I was gonna wait until the morning to show myself, when you all could see me, but...” Mira points a forehoof at a surprised looking blue pegasus, saying, “She knocked me right outta the sky!”

“I thought you were spying on us!” the blue pegasus says with worried brown eyes, “You were just flying right over us!”

“I was just flying... I like flying at night, okay?” Mira shouts back at her in frustration. At the pegasus mare’s alarm, Mira blushes and looks away saying more softly, “Jeez, this couldn’t possibly have gone worse.”

“It could still possibly go worse,” one of the human males says, stepping into the headlights with a rifle in his hands, pointed at the ground, “Does everybody know this um... person?”

A lot of affirmatives get called out at the brown haired human’s question, which is actually kind of obvious in hindsight, but it’s just really cool how well we’ve come to know each other in our little... group of ponies who group together.

“Then why didn’t you come with us when we were leaving Ainsworth?” the human asks in an aggravated tone, pulling a... thingy on his gun, and then slinging it over his back. I can’t help but notice he’s standing there in pajamas.

“I was just having some second thoughts,” Mira replies, toeing at the ground, “And I... managed to catch up with you. Sorry I scared everyone.”

Mira looks at me again, smiling and saying, “I just realized Meadowsweet was right, this is important, and I don’t have to be an invalid just because of some...” One of her wings nervously scratches against her belly, “...things.”

“What about Peter?” I ask, stepping into the light.

“He told me to go!” Mira says, smile broadening, “He knew it was important to me, and he said...” I think she’s looking at me in particular when she says, “He told me to go to you, and not to worry about him.”

“I...I’m touched, really,” I say, blushing at her look of gratitude for... basically nothing I did. “But what about the baby? Don’t you want him to be around when you give birth?”

Mira looks increasingly puzzled, as she stammers, “Uh—I—uh...” before lifting a forearm to her mouth, pressing her snout into it softly and remarking, “Oh boy. Hadn’t thought of that.”

“Mira!” I whine.

“It’s okay, it’s not like there’s much he can do to help with it or anything,” Mira says, waving that foreleg in appeasing dismissal, “It sorta happens all by itself, right?”

“Well, he could provide for you...” I offer uncertainly.

“I don’t wanna be provided for,” Mira grumbles under her breath. Then she protests more loudly, “But hey, he can’t be the only one who’d help me if I need it!”

Mira’s blue eyes light on the filly she called “Melissa,” and the red and blue filly’s eyes widen, before she says, “Yeah, I’ll help if you need... something, Mira. I’m not a big stallion though.”

“Who wouldn’t help you, Mira?” another of us says gladly, “You’re awesome!”

“It’s not like she’s the only pregnant pony here, without a male to uh...” a purple and blue unicorn pauses, flustered, before saying, “To provide for her.” Looking around, the mare asks, “Isn’t there anyone else here who got uh, pregnant, and is on her own?”

“Well I am, but I was on my own either way,” another of the mares says, “The guy ditched me to go back to Texas! I’m gonna be a fuckin’ single mom!’

More ponies are waking up and clustering close, and it’s... scary how many of them are pregnant, but have no one to provide for them. But it’s true, and Mira seems to think it’s okay. “Hey, we’ll help each other, right?” she says with a mid-air shrug, And I might be a little tired from getting pregnant and all, but I can still start the fire! I feel pretty good actually. And I dunno what Peter could do about it if I started feeling terrible. So yeah I really should have thought about it, but this was still a good idea.”

At her sage nod, one of the military ponies asks in a tired voice, “Are there any other stragglers we should watch out for?”

“I dunno, I was the only one I knew,” Mira says honestly. “So where’s the grub around here? I haven’t eaten all day!”

I’d honestly be more critical of her crashing the party like this, if Mira didn’t prove so scarily good at catching rabbits.

So, Mira’s with us. That’s a... thing. She somehow flew fast enough to catch up with a bunch of motor vehicles. Not that we were going very fast, for a convoy of trucks in uncertain road conditions. I still can’t believe she’s here! Mira doesn’t end up cramming into the trailer with me and the others, but goes with Melissa and... one other friend in a van. I see her every time we come to a rest stop though, her boisterous, cheerful self that I’ve always loved to see.

Susan’s... been a lot more friendly with Strider and Candy since we left, but she’s not outright flagging her tail at the stallion, and doesn’t seem super bothered by it or anything. I guess Blaze just... knocked the horniness out of both of them? The three of them are practically doting on Blaze, who seems to love the attention, but nothing super sexy is happening between them, and I think Sue’s holding back too, just... to keep things from getting weird again. At the first rest stop, he practically pushes me off around behind a vehicle, and mounts me without a word. I barely have time for a flustered whinny before I feel him press against, slip into, and then fill my vagina. God, I love his penis.

But on the road, things are pretty tame. Candy, Susan, Blaze and Strider are lying on one side of the trailer, in that order. The three mares of my group are lying together with Sue on the other. And in the middle of all of us, the foals are making themselves busy with a ball they found, using our collective sides as a barrier to bounce off of as they careen about with it, like tiny little pony shaped bumper cars. And the trailer rolls on.

The endless plains and pastures pass, nothing but fields of crops and dusty roads as far as the eye can see. Leaning out from the trailer’s window, I find that the wind that blows past me contains a wealth of the smells of hay and earth and maybe even some of the creatures that walk on it, but more important than the smells I’m smelling, I can see dead ahead of us: a city.

Did I mention endless plains and pastures? I see us approaching a city in the distance, and... see it, and see it. It doesn’t seem to be getting any closer. It’s well into evening when our caravan so to speak stops on the side of the road for a rest. I do see a few pegasi fly off, but don’t think much of it until a few come flying back to explain about the city they’ve just scouted out.

“The inner city’s empty,” the blue pegasus mare states calmly after soaring at our caravan like a rocket, and backwinging to land on her hind legs with a rush of wind, “There are people still in the suburbs. We can probably risk a fuel run, but we’d have to go down the Interstate into the city proper. Should be a gas station nobody’s watching.”

Trotting up to the group who’re discussing this, I ask, “Do you need any—I mean can I come help?” And I don’t really know any of these ponies, but before I can have second thoughts, one of the army mares looks at me and smiles, saying,

“Oh no, you don’t worry about that. The vehicles are our responsibility, you just keep riding safely.”

“Yeah, but... I haven’t exactly gotten a chance to look at a... city,” I tell the soft blue mare, “I’m really curious what it’s like. If it’s dangerous... I can just run away, right?”

“It’s not dangerous,” the pegasus says, who reported what she saw in the city. The military mare shrugs with her tail, turning to me and saying, “You could carry gas cans too, so yeah it’s no problem if you want to come along. Just don’t feel obliged. It’s not your job.”

“Well it is now, because I’m gonna do it!” I declare optimistically. A little less optimistic when I’m trying to figure out how to tie gas cans to my body, I’m nevertheless excited. Should I be excited? They said it wasn’t dangerous. Are people okay? They said it was empty! What’s the deal there?

A few of the other civilian ponies accompany the military group actually, mostly pegasi since our pegasi actually know how to fly. I don’t know why they don’t just have pegasi go fly in alone to get the gas cans filled, but their earth pony and unicorn entourage hurries along behind them with me in the middle of it. The big plastic cans are definitely clunking against my sides as the rope holding two on each side of me rubs uncomfortably into the fur on my back, but if that’s the only danger we face, I’m not even slightly concerned!

The empty city is eerily quiet. Not too quiet, as I can hear a... is that a leaf blower I’m hearing? Some kind of motor running in the distance. The cars are quiet though, all swerved off the road, clogging the freeway we walk along. Trot along. Just a bunch of non-winged ponies carrying gas cans, following the cues of the winged ponies flying overhead to navigate.

The freeway rises up now and then, to tower over the city around us. I can’t see much over the tall concrete barriers on either side, but I don’t see many ponies here. A few ponies came to stare from a distance at us marching up the expressway back when it was cleaving in half lush neighborhoods full of green trees. But they keep their distance, and as the pegasus said before, the inner city is... empty.

I can see a little more of the city itself once we get off the Interstate. More parked cars in varying states of disarray. The roads we walk on are smooth, solidly paved. We stay off the sidewalk for the most part because why would we need a sidewalk, if there are no cars driving around? That and not all the drivers parked correctly while transforming into ponies, so the sidewalks are more blocked than the roads some places.

We round a corner, and “Woah,” I say in a stunned tone, as we travel down a block with the storefronts all closed, and across their fronts is some crude graffiti, not the gang signs you might expect, but a huge message painted onto it, saying simply, “WEST SIDE HEADING TO SOUTH FARMS. SEE RESIDENCES FOR FORWARDING INFORMA”

The message runs out of storefront then, but the meaning is clear, and I’m starting to understand why. There are a few sterile parks here and there as we walk along, but even the lakesides are paved around here. The greenest thing I see currently is the grass on a road divider, which has grown ludicrously long since nobody has come by with a lawnmower in the past half a year or so, but it doesn’t even taste very good. Kind of bitter/sour. The biggest area of actual dirt I see is a cemetary, and I know nobody’s gonna want to farm there!

“I thought things would be different, Mira,” I tell my sister, because of course she had to come with our group, once she heard I was getting to go on a little adventure. She’s so enthusiastic, it’s wonderful. “Not that I’m disappointed. Well maybe a little disappointed.”

“About what?” asks the yellow batpony with blue and pink hair, blinking her bright blue eyes at me.

“There’s nobody here,” I tell her. “No uh... gangs or warring or anything. It’s just empty.”

“There’s signs painted frikkin everywhere saying they went to the south farms, so I guess that’s where everyone went,” Mira says, looking up at a hulking parking garage as we pass by it.

“Yeah, but... they just went south to... just do more farming?” I ask skeptically, “Where’s the people fighting in the streets and like, killing others for defending their territory and stuff?”

“I guess it could be like that down south, but honestly I don’t see a lot here worth defending,” Mira replies, “A lot of expensive property, but... you can’t eat real estate.”

Things get suddenly greener and lusher as we approach something called the “Minnehaha Parkway,” which near as I can tell is a long thin strip of thick trees, with a sign on the road approaching it labeled “Minnehaha Parkway.” “There are places like this,” I point out to Mira, gesturing that way with my nose as we trot across a creek bridge, “But who’s gonna cut down all those trees?”

“Can’t believe we got stranded somewhere that was so nice and empty, and flat,” Mira says gladly, as we cross this little green belt in the city, “We could just take over the existing farms out in Ainsworth, and we didn’t even need them, practically.”

“I wonder if Twilight Sparkle took that into account,” I say thoughtfully.

“Well she couldn’t’ve based in the middle of an urban area,” Mira replies practically, “No way to hide a hundred ponies that way, before everyone’s a pony. We’d have been found out!”

“That makes sense,” I say unhappily, “I’m sure she wasn’t doing it for our benefit.”

The plan is to set back out on the road once we’ve returned with as many gas cans as an earth pony can carry. (Well, that’s not true. We don’t have that many gas cans.) And we’re successfully fueling up to finish the journey, but I guess I’ve got a reputation for this sort of thing now, because Blaze approaches me while I’m standing around alone, outside our trailer, and the orange earth pony asks, “Hi um, Meadowsweet, can I ask you a few things?”

“Sure?” I say amiably, if a bit confused.

“They say it was libido,” Blaze explains, “I just wanted to lift my tail and I was really wet and hot feeling, and then he was pushing into me. And that’s my libido, because it makes it so he can push into you.”

“Sounds like libido to me,” I reply, never having quite considered whether it was anything other than libido. “What else would it be?”

“He was h-heavy and he started sliding in and out and I only wanted him to do it,” Blaze says excitedly, “T-that’s okay, right? When he pushed all the way in and it just started happening in me, I felt like I was... libidoed?”

“G-gratified,” I venture, ducking my ears sheepishly, “That’s how I feel, at least. Like ‘I did it,’ and ‘Holy crap it’s going into me,’ and it’s just so... nice feeling him do that.”

“I know!” she says excitedly, “And he gets so bigger inside, and I feel gratified, and that’s good too, right?”

“Oh, yeah they call that flaring,” I agree heartily, “A biology um... person told me about the name.”

“I wanted to be a mommy one day,” Blaze says, her tail drooping glumly, “But I didn’t know that it would be hard not to be. It just felt so... good! I thought it’d hurt, and it did but I...”

“You just needed it so much you didn’t care,” I finish for her.

“Y-yeah,” she agrees mutedly.

“Do you like Strider?” I ask, giving her a hopeful look.

“Does it matter?” Blaze asks curiously, and a bit hopelessly.

“If you’re gonna be raising a foal together with him, you’ll be together a while,” I reply warningly, “He seemed nice, though.”

“Y-yeah he’s nice, but mostly I like Candy,” Blaze says, adding in a conspiratorial whisper, “She used to be a boy, you know?”

“Well, I used to be a boy,” I say with an amused smile, “What else do you like about her?”

“You used to be a—” she starts to squawk, before I cut her off, hanging my head and groaning,

“I know I know I’m such a girl it’s silly. I honestly think maybe Twilight just did that to me for fun. Made me extra... girly or whatever.”

“Well, Candy is pretty um... girly,” Blaze reluctantly admits, “But it’s just hard to tell. Adults don’t get... kept apart all the time, like girls and boys do. You’re always just so sweet and nice and I guess a boy could be that, but all the ones I knew were just mean, or weird.”

With a nervous laugh, I say, “Well, maybe the weird ones would’ve seemed normal, if they were like that as girls.”

“I don’t think so,” Blaze says giving me a cautious look, “The weird ones always like gross things, like bugs or poop.”

“Oh, yeah, well... I didn’t like that ugh... boy stuff,” I admit, lashing my tail, because that totally doesn’t make me girly, except it kind of does. “Snips and snails and all that,” I mutter, “When I was a kid, I... liked... people, mostly.”

With a sigh, I add, “Not many ever seemed to like me, though.”

Refueled and moving again, our convoy makes its way bit by bit out of the endless farms and fields, into thicker and thicker trees, switching from deciduous to pine. It is a really long way away to their secret base it turns out. I wasn’t sure where Ainsworth was relative to it, though to be fair I wasn’t sure where Ainsworth was, in the whole entire nation! Somewhere in Nebraska, wherever that is.

Well we’re not in Nebraska anymore. We have one more rest stop, where the whole bunch of us shuffle out of that trailer, and my toes hit packed loam when I jump out. It’s like the world expands around me. The trees soar overhead, a forest beyond me in the distance, as I inhale the rich pine scent. There’s a crisp chill in the air that uncomfortably reminds me of home. I wonder what month it’s getting to be. It’s not Autumn already, is it?

I have to laugh at the cute little “CMC” bunch among us, the two fillies and a colt just about stir crazy when we get out to stretch our legs. “C’mon,” the pegasus filly among them says eagerly all wiggly on her feet, “Let’s go somewhere and you know what.”

“Really?” the colt asks, and I still forget which of the three is supposed to be David, or what their other two names are.

The pegasus filly trots up to him, and harshly whispers “whisper whisper last chance,” into his ear.

“C’mon, let’s go!” the unicorn filly whines, running circles around them, “I wanna try it!”

I get a little worried when the colt rolls his eyes, and says, “We are gonna get in so much trouble, but okay.”

They go charging off then, and I don’t think they noticed I was turning my ears their way. Or that I was there at all. I can be kind of... unobtrusive sometimes. I trot after cautiously as the three go running into the woods, right past Blaze as they go. Stopping beside her, I ask, “So... it’s okay if they just go off by themselves alone?”

“It’s okay, they’re adults, so they can take care of themselves,” Blaze says sagely, looking the direction the foals went.

“They’re still small,” I contest, which isn’t quite how I feel, but just... “I’m just gonna check on them really quick,” I add uneasily.

“Oh, wow, a-and nobody’s gonna check up on me anymore,” Blaze realizes, looking down at her hooves, “That’s weird.”

Huh?

“I guess I could check up on you, if you want,” I tell her unsurely, “But only if you run out into the woods, and could get hurt on your own.”

Blaze giggles at that saying simply, “Okay,” with an even, welcome smile on her face. I think she understands me, but that lady acts... odd sometimes.

Giving her a thin smile back, I turn and go bounding off in the direction that the foals went. They had a bit of a head start, but as luck would have it I spot a place where little foal hooves have imprinted in some mud, heading down what looks like a deer trail along a creek. I guess it’s a pony trail, now!

I head more cautiously down that trail, which takes me longer than them, but I can’t really risk making noise here. They don’t want some dumb adult thinking they’re real children who needed supervision. Which I’m not. But they totally would think I was, so I soft-hoof down the path, and as long as I step around twigs and leaves, I can pretty much walk without hardly a sound.

Eventually, my ear turns at the sound of the unicorn filly’s sharp cry, down a beaten path off the narrow trail. I hurry in that direction, and I hear the sounds of struggle, and the unicorn filly again calling out in alarm, “Flint!!” so I bound forward in a panic, crashing my way into a clearing and scooting to a halt.

The three foals are looking at me with big eyes, like three kids who were caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Except ponies don’t have hands, and the unicorn is the cookie jar. The pegasus filly is standing beside the colt, who is mounted right up on the unicorn foal, balls deep inside her.

A frozen moment, and the unicorn squeals, “I can explain!”

She can’t explain.

The colt keeps fucking her, not really fucking her but more of just a soft, steady rocking of his hips against hers, as he looks up at me guiltily and says, “Please don’t make us stop...”

“Please,” the unicorn filly begs then, looking up at me beseechingly with big liquid brown eyes, bracing her rump against his thrusting, “Please let him oh oh Oh miss Meadowsweet, it—feels amazing. I didn’t know it would feel like this!”

That filly’s cute little blue rump has a... penis in it.

“We’re not really kids, so... so none of your beeswax,” the pegasus filly declares, her teeny little wings spread wide as she stands between me and them, glaring at me challengingly.

“It’s okay, I won’t tell! I just...!” I blurt out, taking a step back from the whole situation, “I didn’t think it was physically possible!”

“Well... it is,” the pegasus filly says, with a wary frown. Behind her, the blue unicorn filly has been reduced to intense gasps, along with the green haired, tan furred colt, as they continue to do something foals should not be able to do. “And we’re not breaking any laws, so...” the pegasus filly adds.

I am not comfortable with this! “I have no problem with this,” I tell her, trying to appear confident, “So you... don’t have to... defend them?”

Blushing, the filly folds her wings, and still looks up at me, before following my gaze to the mating couple. At least the colt’s looking at the filly as he humps into her. The unicorn filly still stares at me though, in anxious disbelief and shame, and I just can’t stand that.

“Having sex is pretty crazy, huh?” I tell her soothingly, trying not to cringe visibly as I approach, just looking nonchalant as I walk up to... a couple of kids just sorta having sex. No problem, right? “How do you uh, like it so far?”

“Tingles when he slides into me,” the unicorn filly declares in anxious wonder as she rocks there, “I’m... stretching around him. Every... time he pushes in, hugging my... whole butt... it’s getting in my head can’t... think...”

Well, at least that’s familiar. “It’s okay not to think,” I reassure her, even though I have no idea what I’m doing, “Just do what you need to do, okay?”

“Okay...” she wibbles.

Is it okay? Shouldn’t I be pulling them apart and treating them like kids? It just doesn’t seem right to ruin their growing ecstasy, as the unicorn filly discovers what it feels like to be bred. I know how this feels, and I know how bad it feels to stop, but... they’re just kids!

“Is it making you think how hot Flint is?” the pegasus filly asks excitedly fluttering up to the unicorn, not waiting for an answer. “It feels like his penis’s just sinking into your brain,” she states enthusiastically, “And your vagina is gonna feel super important now. You’re going into a full girl, who doesn’t hold back, who likes to lift her tail and... and you like being girly now.”

“I... I want his... babies inside me,” the unicorn filly replies, panting hotly as the colt fucks her and staring at the pegasus in amazement, “Don’t care about anything... anymore just being a girl and... my butt needs him in... ”

“I love being in you, Whisper,” the colt moans breathily, hunched over her, “You really are a girl you feel just like Flitter. I’m gonna—in your... vagina, change you more...”

Then he really starts fucking her.

“Flint~!” the unicorn squeals urgently, her eyes filling with loving adoration as she pushes her hips back against his hard, fast humping. And this time, no panicked adult pony leaps out from the underbrush. Guess I was the only one.

So the blue unicorn filly is Whisper, and the tan and green earth pony colt is Flint. No idea about the purple pegasus filly with blue hair. Whisper just softly pants now, staring forward and bracing against the flattened grass, as the colt does his uh... thing.

I’m pretty sure these two aren’t gonna do anything more than fuck now, so I nudge the pegasus filly aside, saying to her a little bit more privately, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have followed you. I just heard you were gonna get in trouble, so I wanted to make sure you weren’t getting hurt.”

“It’s okay,” she says a teeny bit resentfully, but also a teeny bit gratefully. “I’m just glad you’re okay with them, and... us doing this.”

“Well you’re too young to get pregnant, and you have adult uh, minds, so if you manage to actually enjoy it? Not my business,” I tell her agreeably, “So... you’ve been having sex with him too, huh?”

“It’s okay, right?” the purple pegasus asks anxiously, “I liked it, and he... came inside me. M-my vagina. Aand my butt won’t stop feeling really girly now.”

“You’re preaching to the choir, sister,” I tell the filly grumpily, “I’m like, super girly or something, and I love when Sue um... cums inside me. Far as I’m concerned, you can let Flint cum in you as much as you want.”

“Flint?” she asks, quirking an ear. Then before I can answer, she blushes fast, and says, “Oh, right, s-sorry we gave each other some s-s-silly pony names, just for between us. I’m Flitter, she’s Whisper and he’s Flint. I–I don’t know if I want everyone to know that yet, though.”

“Your secret’s safe with me, Flitter,” I say with a wink. I really hope I don’t accidentally say her name in public after saying that.

“T-thanks,” she says giving me a relieved look, adding, “So it’s okay if we have sex, even though we’re technically foals.”

“Hey if you can make it work, I don’t mind,” I say nuzzling her, wishing I felt as confident as I spoke, “You’re still cute little foals. Whisper and Flint are just... playing a grownup game right now.”

“Heh... it’s not exactly house,” the filly says, looking over at the mating foals, with a bashful smile on her face.

I think Whisper’s climaxing, and Flint doesn’t look far behind, but the unicorn filly’s not rocking as much, just staring dully forward, being really loud about it, with her guttural moans of, “Huuhh... huuhh... huuuuh.” Her curly little tail spasms against Flint’s hip as she cums. It might be sexy if she didn’t sound, and sort of look like a blue Sweetie Belle.

“...I think he’s about to do it,” Flitter says in curious wonder, standing up and heading over to them. I head back over too, still not sure how I should react to the foals humping there in front of me. It’s not as... hard to look at as time goes on, I guess. It’s kind of... cute, even? He’s got these cute little balls that... I dunno I just wanna grab both foals in a big, warm hug and...

Rationally, I know that a big hug would interrupt them, and at this point they just want to keep having sex without any distractions. So I sit on my haunches next to them, flattening more grass, while Flitter stands beside me, and we wait for the two to finish.

“I didn’t know I looked this... hot, when he did it to me,” Flitter murmurs.

“Well, it’s cute?” I say uncertainly, “I mean... you should see it when a big stallion just climbs on Bubbl—on Holly or...Lucy and just gets so thick. But this could be hot, too, I guess?”

“Yeah, I... never thought I’d say it, but I like Flint’s little penis,” Flitter says with a tiny giggle, “I don’t think a full grown stallion would even be able to get it into me!”

“He could press it against you though,” I muse, “So at least his semen would go inside.”

“Y—that’s uh—uhm...” Flitter blushes hotly, staring forward at the thought, “That’s weirdly sexy and... probably never going to happen.”

“Probably, yeah,” I say a little regretfully.

The tan colt ceases his thrusting about now, and holds tremblingly tight to the unicorn filly’s powder blue flanks, giving Whisper a moment to speak passionately, as we all wait for it to happen to her.

“I love this,” the filly pants, staring forward, “He’s gonna cum in me. It’s—ah it’s hot! It’s—!” Whisper pushes her filly hips against him just like a mare, clenching her teeth, and closing her eyes. “Ungh... yes... squirt... ” she grunts serenely, holding the colt’s penis deep in her round little rump.

The colt quickly starts to relax atop Whisper. I guess he wouldn’t cum as much as a stallion, makes sense. Whisper looks over at me and Flitter sitting there then, in what I guess would be worry, if her eyes weren’t dilating. The deep brown of her irises makes the effect even more striking, as it happens to her.

“I really don’t mind,” I tell the big doe-eyed filly with something like affection fluttering in my heart, like affection for a kid who... just experienced great joy.

“I—I have a penis inside me,” she admits in nervous defiance, still breathing a little hard from getting fucked just now. “Right now. I feel it.”

“Yeah, well you still look like a cute little foal,” I tell her wryly, “Feels good to have a penis in that cute little butt, huh?”

Whisper blushes, looking down at that, saying bashfully, “I–I... thanks. I like being... cute, and it’s so cool to just stand here with him inside my... my place.”

“I don’t feel cute,” Flint remarks quietly, “I feel... dirty.”

“Well, you’re both cute,” I insist, saying to each respectively, “You’re a cute little colt, and you’re a cute little filly. So go ahead and have sex. You can’t un-cute yourself. Though, Flitter and Flint should both hug you now, Whisper.”

“Why?” Whisper asks, half knowing the answer already.

“I look all haloey right now, right?” I ask as I smile encouragingly at her, “Your eyes are dilating. I dunno why that happens, but you’re gonna feel all cuddly. So it’s nice if you want to be with your friends.”

“Can I hug you?” Whisper blurts out, looking a little lovestruck at uh, me.

“S-sure, just... um...” I lay down on my side in the grass, and wait for Flint and Whisper to... separate.

Giving me a cautious look, Flint dismounts Whisper, and the unicorn filly coos a happy, “Ooh!” when he climbs off of her, and out of her I suppose. She looks at his... dangling little colthood in a daze, then looks at her own groin, walking in a little circle as she examines herself. She then looks at me portentiously and states, “It’s... coming out of me. A little.”

“It’ll do that for a while,” I tell her dismissively, pointedly avoiding looking at her rear, “We’re in the woods, so just... let it drip out!”

Whisper looks concerned and puzzled as she walks up to me. She wordlessly climbs up my side, laying her whole body along mine in an awkward sort of hug. Then she starts... crying.

“Thank you, thank you,” the filly sobs, pressing her cheek against my fur, nuzzling me desperately as she says, “It felt so good, thank you, I wanted it so bad and it’s okay and he did it to me, oh thank you so much.”

“Don’t just stand there,” I hiss at the other two, “Come hug her!”

Whisper slides off me, trying to hug them, still crying, and the three end up leaning against each other, Flint and Flitter both embracing Whisper sort of leaning against my side, while I sit there slightly curled around them.

“You just slid in there and started... can’t believe I want penises in there.” Whisper remarks in dazed disbelief, poking at her own blue fuzzy belly, “My... my belly has cum inside it.”

“Pretty incredible that you’re okay with this, miss Meadowsweet,” Flitter says fondly, “Me and Whisper are gonna have cum inside us, and... that’s just fine with you.”

“I have cum in me right now, actually,” I tell the filly accomodatingly, “Sue put some in me just this morning.”

“Yeah, we... we saw,” Flitter says, shyly looking away, and wait what?

“You didn’t notice us, I think,” Flint says in an impressed tone, “You were pretty into it.”

“I was, probably,” I say distantly, “So you saw him... cum in me.”

I wonder if anyone else did. We were sorta private, but it was also sorta rushed and spontaneous, and technically sorta in public if anyone went around that way.

“It was so weird how he pushed into you and stopped, and...” Whisper says pausing uncertainly, “...then he started to overflow. You just stood there letting him come out of you, dripping between your legs, and I–I started wanting to do that.”

“You were copying me?” I ask, looking at the filly leaning against me with some guilty concern. I don’t want to be a bad influence!

“No, it was mostly Strider and Blaze,” Whisper says, blushing red, “They just did it right in front of us, and then you, and I started... wanting to stand there with the penis coming out of me, just like that. E-even if Flint didn’t overflow.”

“You know, if we could find a stallion to do it, he could definitely make you overflow, Whisper,” Flitter says amusedly to the little unicorn.

Whisper blushes in disbelief and says, “F-Flint was huge! He felt... bigger than I thought! W-would a grown stallion even be able to get it in?”

“He wouldn’t have to,” Flitter says sweetly, “He’d just have to press it against you when he came, and it’d fill you right up.”

Whisper looks like she’s going to die of blushing then, Flitter giggles impishly, and in the ensuing silence, Flint, the colt, says quietly, “I don’t wanna get changed back.”

Me and the two fillies look his way, and he says, “I wanna go through puberty again. I know it sounds crazy, but with Flitter and Whisper with me, it’s gonna be awesome. The only hard part about puberty is how it’s so forbidden and illegal and stuff, so you can’t... share it with anyone, while your penis starts getting huge.”

“There’s also teen pregnancy,” I point out, “Though I think you three are too young for that... probably.”

Flint flicks an ear, but says, “I’m sure we could figure out contraception or something. Even if we couldn’t have sex... When I hit puberty, my dick got big and fat and huge. If I could share that with someone, a-and if they’d be okay with it, then I wouldn’t feel like I was turning into such a f-ing... monster.”

“Me and Whisper are not gonna be getting boners anymore, but we’re gonna growing too,” Flitter points out, “I want to see you getting big, so that I can show you how my vagina can take that... f-ing monster of yours.”

“I started... doing it when I was 14,” Whisper confesses, “I wanted to go inside a girl so bad. My penis was getting huge too, and I had nobody to even talk to about it.”

“What about your parents?” I ask her uncertainly.

The unicorn tilts her nose up to look back at me, asking dryly, “When have anyone’s parents ever been comfortable talking to their kids about sex?”

“Anyone who’s too comfortable goes to prison forever,” Flint says in frustration, “So all we get are people too afraid to teach us, people who hate us for urges we can’t stop having, and nothing else.”

“I never thought about it before,” I muse sympathetically, “I remember when I started masturbating, and it was awful. I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. Or have sex with anyone. I don’t think I’ve ever talked about it until now, and I’m 33. That’s... twenty-two years...”

“If you talk about it as an adult, you go to prison too,” Flitter says in dark amusement, “Gotta protect the children from you after all!”

“I don’t think you go to prison just from talking about it,” Whisper says critically, “But it is pretty bad, yeah...”

“The whole thing traumatizes kids more than it saves them from trauma,” Flitter says flatly, “If the law makes kids feel helpless and powerless, then it’s part of the problem. Kids are gonna make stupid, terrible decisions, but they aren’t gonna get traumatized if they feel like they have a choice about it.”

“Were you really 11 years old, miss Meadowsweet?” Whisper asks curiously.

“A-actually, yeah it was... weird I know,” I admit shyly, “B-but I liked it, and...”

“It’s not weird,” Flitter grumbles, “Girls mature sooner than boys. But that just makes it even more ridiculous that it’s illegal!”

“Well, I think I would’ve been a lot... happier if I had someone to do it with,” I admit reluctantly, “I couldn’t even have sex when I turned 16, though!”

“Don’t you mean 18?” Flitter asks, “You’re still underage at 16, after all.”

“You are? No you’re not. Really?” I ask her in confusion, “Pretty sure that’s just for driving, and even then you can get a permit?”

“I’m not a lawyer,” the pegasus filly admits with a blush, “But I’m pretty sure it is 18.”

“Well, not at my high school,” I say with a roll of my eyes. “Practically everyone got a girlfriend my sophomore year, if you know what I mean. I’m just saying it’s hard to be sexually active, with no one to tell you how much they love that new part of you, even if you’re a kid.”

The wind whispers through the silent pines.

“Can’t believe I get to be a kid again,” Flitter muses, one soft purple wing shifting against my belly as she gets more comfortable, “I’m with Flint. Not changing back, growing into a Rainbow Dash clone, taking everything Flint can stuff in me.”

“You’re such a perv,” Whisper says critically, but not angrily, “But... I think... me too. It’s okay to have those feelings, and I want to have another chance at having them again, especially if I can have them with you two.”

They all hug, and we lie warmly together, and we probably should be getting back, but I think the foals are falling asleep. I told Blaze I was going after them, so everyone back at the rest stop should know we’re... busy.

Poor Whisper’s crotch is starting to look pretty sticky, though. So I guess we can’t just... laze around like this for the rest of the hour long break. Resisting the urge to just clean off the filly with my tongue, I ease apart from the three of them to little protest, then pick up the sleepy Whisper, intending to carry her over to that creek we passed on the way here.

I get about five steps into my grand plan, before I hear Flitter behind me call out, “Miss Meadowsweet, what are you doing?”

Ehm... “I’m jus’ goin clean her up a bi’” I tell the filly around carrying Whisper, turning back to show her that Whisper’s safe.

“Are you scruffing her?” Flitter asks in amazement.

...

My mouth falls open and Whisper drops to the ground with a squeak, “Ohmigosh I’m so sorry!” I declare in alarm, craning down to her, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to—”

“I-I’m fine, it was just a little weird,” Whisper says, climbing to her hooves. “You just grabbed me and—”

“I am so sorry,” I repeat, “I wasn’t even thinking. I just... I carry things with my mouth. I was gonna tell you when we got there.”

“Do me! Do me!” Flitter cries out excitedly, hopping up with her purple wings abuzz.

I look at her in confusion.

“I wanna see if you can scruff me!”

Soon all three foals clamor at my hooves, wanting me to... scruff them, like I was a mommy cat or something. I guess... ponies are cats? I guess ponies are cats. The skin on Flitter’s neck is thick and loose, and when I carefully bite and lift her up by it, she says, “WoOoOah that iiis weird!”

“Whup?” I ask, self-consciously. I don’t wanna be a mommy anything!

“Can’t... can’t really just wanna... hang here and...” the filly says in kind of a worryingly slurred voice, trailing off to silence. I don’t drop her, but I do put her down very quickly, asking,

“Are you alright?!”

“I’m... fine it’s just...” Flitter says, getting to her hooves a little wobbly, “It’s just like kittens,” she concludes, not nearly as excited about it as before I picked her up. With an affectionate nuzzle of my shoulder fluff, she says, “You can scruff me any time you want!”

“Did you want to carry me to the creek?” Whisper asks hopefully, “I can walk, but...”

“Hey, I haven’t got a turn!” Flint whines.

After being conscripted into basically scruff themed airplane rides, I do willingly carry the unicorn foal down the banks of the creek. She cleans herself there, and I give her some tips, including uh... enlisting the aid of the tongue of one of her friends. I carry her up the creek bank too, because it’s pretty steep, but I put her down from there and she trots along to join with the others. And I... apparently have an instinct to scruff foals. Great.

The three foals trot back down the trail like the most innocent kids in the world, laughing and running after each other. Whisper’s totally right. If I didn’t know her little blue butt was full of Flint right now, I wouldn’t think they were doing anything but going to school with Cheerilee. It’s weird some of us became young foals, but it still raises joy in my heart to see them running ahead.

I guess it’s because they’re adults, that they’re having unnatural sexual impulses at that age. Are they unnatural though? Because I was masturbating when I was 11! If that’s normal for humans, then... what’s different about ponies? That we actually have sex instead of yearn for it? That doesn’t make us sex crazy compared to humans. It just makes us... better.

Back at the rest stop, it’s obvious even to those of us who aren’t keeping a terrible secret that Whisper is something of a new filly. She’s speaking up a little more confidently, she’s more active, and just full of a joy and peace that she didn’t have earlier. I know what those three were doing is wrong, and it certainly wasn’t flattering to watch, but... I’m not gonna spill the beans on them. I feel like they should be together, even if they’re doing things people wouldn’t approve of, because it would just be too terrible to separate them, and destroy the friendship they share, even if it was for their own good.

It’s been a few days on the road, and I have a few... things to think about, but we’re almost there, tires underneath us crunching down a path deep in the woods, far from any populated area, where a secret base is so secretly hidden. To this fate we embrace instead of refusing to play, our caravan of ponies and secret humans at last arrives. I don’t know exactly what we’re gonna do here, or how we’re gonna defeat Twilight Sparkle, but considering my track record, sex is probably gonna be involved in some way.

It’s someone else’s smart idea in one of the other vehicles: as we approach the nondescript looking government buildings buried in trees out deep in the woods, all the vehicles come to a halt. I’m really not certain what’s going on, until my pegasus friend named Brian sticks her green furred, blue maned head in the trailer, and says, “Hey, we’re all getting out early, just to make sure they don’t.. y’know... try to pull something funny on us, when we get there.”

Impressed with her, or whoever thought of this’s foresight, I eagerly disembark to find more dense forest around us. There’s an unpaved road leading further within that the convoy is parked on, and a mostly piney and dry understory, with brush and brambles whenever there’s a break in the trees or the steep banks of a creek.

“The complex is just ahead,” one of the military ponies says, looking sheepishly apologetic as she explains, “It’s an old military base that hasn’t been used in forever. Don’t ah... go in without our approval, security is on a policy of shoot first ask questions later. But we’re not going to hustle you through the door or anything. They know we’re coming, so they should be rolling out the red carpet any minute now.”

“Can they even shoot guns?” one of the ponies in the other trailer asks, “How do they pull the trigger?”

“The humans can shoot the guns,” the mare next to her whispers harshly, elbowing, er... shouldering her in the side.

“Maybe the ponies could use their tongue?” a friendly sounding stallion suggests.

“There isn’t enough leverage,” she grumbles, “Trust me, I’ve tried.”

Well, the military ponies head down the main road in their convoy alone, while the rest of us disperse into the woods around the complex looking for distant hiding spots to scope the place out. None of the pegasi are risking flying over it, in case the humans, or ponies with particularly dextrous tongues are aiming for the sky.

The walls so-to-speak are just chainlink fence, with that scary barbed wire on top at an outward angle. I’m not going to venture close to the complex that emerges beaten out from the center of the forest, but I can see some shadowy buildings and a water tower, from my hiding place partially behind a log, underneath some ferns that my hair and fur blends with entirely too easily. The military personnel who accompanied us are going to go ahead to bring the others out and open the gates or whatever, so mostly we just have to watch and wait, but as I’m crouching there I notice something curious.

It’s a little chipmunk, and I say little, but to me chipmunks are about rabbit sized. Nevertheless, I see a chipmunk hopping through the foliage, making its way across the loamy turf of pine needles I’m half embedded in. I can’t help but notice that I’m downwind of it, since I can smell the little critter, with his stripey back and chubby cheeks. That means he can’t smell me. I bet I could just... pounce on him from here. I wonder if he’d taste anything like a squirrel. I tense up, ready to spring.

“Meadowsweet!” a mare shouts, making me jerk up in place, seeing Bubblegum Comet swoocing around through the trees, asking, “Are you somewhere around—uh”

She lands.

“Oh, I see you’re... busy.”

I look down at the... chewed up body of a chipmunk between my forehooves. I almost got the skin off, and... “Eheh yeah, I just caught it and...” I giggle nervously, looking up to her with a blush, putting my forehoof over it in a poor manner of concealment, trying not to imagine how bloody my face looks right now. This is not the way I want to introduce myself to the complex, I wasn’t even thinking about hunting, I just... saw the little guy and wanted to... bite him.

“It’s no problem uh, I didn’t know you were one of the ones who... did that sort of thing,” Bubblegum says uneasily, looking at me and the little chipmunk carcass, a bit sideways. “You know, with the hunting?”

“Well I helped with the meat preparation mostly,” I say, making matters worse by trying to clean my face off with the fur on my foreleg, “Usually it’s the unicorns that do the hunting, since they got the horns and all. It’s just this time I was downwind, and...”

I look down at the chipmunk again, a little worried myself now, “And it just sort of... happened,” I tell her uneasily, “I mean it was... it died, so I couldn’t just waste it.” Looking up at her meekly, I add, “And I might have gotten a taste for squirrel?”

“Yeah that’s... I’d say it’s weird if I hadn’t done it myself,” Bubblegum murmurs, with a shake of her head as she lands before me and my situation. “It’s just hard to imagine you actually killing a... uh...”

“Chipmunk,” I specify softly, since it’s kind of unrecognizable at this point. Feeling a little guilty, I add, “I wish I could’ve saved the skin... its stripes were really pretty. But it’s pretty simple to kill something; the hunters told me all about it. You bite its... neck, and break it, and it dies. Right away. So um... I don’t think it suffered.”

“No problem, just... I guess it’s kind of cool?” Bubblegum says uncertainly, “I thought you were like some super pacifist or something a-and felt bad when I was killing um... things, when I thought you didn’t.”

“As long as you ate them, didn’t you?” I ask her.

Bubblegum nods faintly, looking at the chipmunk more than me, when she says,

“Well anyway, the gate’s open, and we’re all heading in. Patricia went in and checked the place out, and she’s pretty sure it’s not some kind of crazy death camp. So, soon as you’re... done, go head over there, and they won’t shoot at us now.”

“...you wanna try some?” I offer.

Frowning, Bubblegum says, “You know how dangerous they said that is. What if it’s got parasites?”

“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t,” I tell her frankly, “It’s not alive anymore.”

“...parasites can survive even though the chipmunk dies,” Bubblegum says cautiously.

“Yeah, but it’s still alive then,” I reply in a practical tone, “You know, how it’s sort of alive still, like a bunch of living things waiting to come after you?”

Shuddering, I add, “It’s so creepy.”

“So... this one doesn’t have any...?” Bubblegum asks, looking at the bloody corpse at my hooves.

“Nope! Perfectly safe,” I tell her with a smile.

A little smile dancing on her own face, Bubblegum says, “Okay, Meadowsweet. just to show you we’re both weirdo ponies.” And then she cranes down to share in the bloody reward. Once we’re done, and... mostly cleaned up, through mutual tongue bathing (less sexy than it sounds), Bubblegum walks with me the short distance through the woods, to the imposing looking fence with the barbed wire on top. This time, the gate is left wide open. I can see a few ponies further within, including Brian, among others.

Bubblegum and I cautiously trot in through the gate, heading up to the nondescript looking buildings, curious as hell to find out what kind of place it is, and what the various buildings are for. It’s something straight out of elementary school: cheap, prefab portable buildings that were surely trucked in on demand. There are permanent facilities, including a big building that looks sort of like a gymnasium. Nobody addresses us much, until we happen upon a cluster of our members being given a tour by one of the ponies who was living here in the complex.

“...apartments are fully furnished, though plumbing has been an issue,” the guide says, a brown and purple earth pony mare with more of a speaking than a walking ability, since she keeps stumbling to a halt to talk about places, and looks at her hooves to much. She does seem to have no problem talking though, and answers our questions quite gracefully. Apparently the big permanent building is a laboratory! She explains about where we’re going to be living, where we’re going to be working and eating, and where training occurs.

That’s kind of interesting, because there’s a broad area kind of like a football field, where a bunch of ponies are doing drills, or trying to at least. They’re pretty good at moving, actually. I don’t know why they wanted us here. They’re dashing across the field to feint each other out, and running laps, not actually galloping more like just stumbling quickly.

These soldiers may have yet to figure out galloping, but... I don’t know if I could teach them how. At least for me, there was nothing to figure out. It just ends up happening when you run. I could teach them to dance like a pony, and it’s a lot different than dancing as a human. With four legs, there’s a lot more ways you can stand on them, more combinations at least. One person in our dancing thing back at Ainsworth was trying to dance on their hind legs, but when you really get four to the floor, you can do so much with it, and you’re way more stable too.

But why would soldiers want to learn how to dance? I don’t even know if I know how to dance. I was just pretending I did, and figuring it out as I went along, just for fun. I could teach them what I figured out, but there’s probably somepony here who’s better at dancing than me, too! So why are we here? The unicorns, so they can share the magic they know, and the pegasi to teach about flight, but... what should I do? What do any of us earth ponies have to teach?

“Meadowsweet?” someone calls out, hurrying in my direction. I turn from gazing at the strong ponies running around the field, and come to see a pale blue unicorn filly, noticeably young, with a brightish pink mane and tail. But more of an orangey pink, whatever that would be called. I can’t say I’ve ever seen her before in my life.

I meet this filly’s excited, shining, big baby blue eyes and the unicorn filly immediately smiles brightly as she totteringly approaches me. “Oh my gosh it is you!” she gushes in excitement, waddling hastily up to me as if she’d rather be trotting, “I didn’t know if they’d be able to get you!”

“Get me?” I ask, taking a step back from the excited mare.

“Yeah, get you to come join us?” she replies in a chiding whine, stopping and half turning aside, still looking my way, “You are the real Meadowsweet, right? Patient zero? The first person ever turned into a pony?”

Oh, I think I see what this is about.

“Y-yeah,” I say, ears ducking despite myself, “Twilight Sparkle used me like a... a prototype or something. I’m sorry, if I’d known—!”

“Come on, you gotta meet the others!” the other mare interrupts, scooting around behind me and pushing me forward with her forehead and hello! She is definitely a unicorn!

“C’mon, I gotta take you to the lab!” she grunts, hooves scrabbling for purchase. I wonder if she’s aware that her horn is penetrating me right now. I only wonder just for a second, before I stumble forward and uh... off of her. She seems satisfied at that, sidling up alongside me as she says, “This way, c’mon,”

“Okay okay,” I reply grouchily, not really sure how to react to... what just happened. At least it wasn’t... the other hole. “So you wanna experiment on me or something, to see if you can find a cure?” I add as I walk with the young unicorn.

“Well, yeah, but,” she says uncertainly, stumbling, but walking forward with determination, “That’s not what we’re doing right now. You’re pretty famous with us at the lab.”

“...because I’m Patient Zero?” I ask, really not sure what else it could possibly be.

“What? No,” she says, stopping and giving me an irate look. “Because of your incredible magical powers!”

“...what?” I ask as she immediately starts walking again, going ahead of me, before she turns her head back, and gripes,

“Come on!”

I don’t know what this is about at all!

Author's Notes:

We have arrived!