The bathroom sink sits serene and still, until a pony’s yellow forehooves pop up, hooking over it. A yellow furry nose crests over its edge, followed by a shock of green hair, as she pulls herself up with her forehooves clinging to the bowl. She gazes with deep red eyes into the mirror at her weird, grassy looking self. Then she turns her nose further down to look at the faucet. Licking her lips dryly. That’s me.

Of course I couldn’t be a unicorn. No that would be too easy. I have to be punished with the form of a weak little earth pony mare, no wings, no horn, no way to manipulate stuff except my... uggh. Stretching my neck forward, I close my mouth around the spigot, and try to turn it on. It tastes like sour sweat, but a sweet stream of water begins to flow out of the faucet, from pipes deep beneath the earth. It tastes more like chlorine than it usually does, but I drink it greedily nonetheless, getting my little pony snout soaking wet trying to drink from the falling stream of water.

My thirst taken care of, I decide to tackle my next problem, how to get down from being half reared up on the sink. Uh. Okay this would be easy if the bathroom tiles weren’t smooth enough that my rear hooves are having trouble getting purchase. Can hooves even get purchase? I end up cracking my chin on the sink falling down to the floor again, and that starts another wave of miserable sobbing. It doesn’t last as long this time, I swear, but I just want to kick something! How could things have gone wrong so fast?

The more I get better at... walking around as a pony, the more reluctant I am to seek help. I just... just want to get a little more surefooted. I’ll just practice a little longer. Wouldn’t want to be a pony mare who couldn’t even stand on wobbly legs, after all.

Everything around me in this house is so strange now. I can’t see over the kitchen counter standing up, so the kitchen appears to have walls made entirely of cabinets. My bedroom smells really strongly, of what must be the activities Twilight and I were engaging in. My own scent is... strong, spicy and manly. I spend a lot of time beside my bed, just inhaling the smell of myself in between sobs, with my pillow clutched in my forelegs. I want to remember that smell forever, because I’ll never be able to smell like it again, because Twilight left me, and she won’t turn me back, and I’m stuck as a pony forever!

My bed is that of a giant’s. I can’t lay on it, because I can’t figure out how to climb. There’s no edge to hook my hooves on like my sink, just slippery, soft blankets. I can rear up on the side of the bed, but what do I do from there? I have to just rear up, then clop down, then rear up, then clop down, staring up at my bed tearfully, but uselessly.

All the windows in my house show nothing but cloudy sky and tree branches, since I’m looking through them from a much lower perspective. I’m here walking around the place I’ve lived in my whole life, and yet it’s... so alien now. My hooves clop when they come down on wooden floorboards. I can’t even open the door to the garage, since it’s a knob. Why don’t we make our doors have levers? Or push bars, even? Knobs aren’t even convenient for human hands!

In the end, I’m just hungry, not sure how to eat stuff, and tired, while the night grows long. I just want to sleep this off, and wake up as myself again, with Twilight by my side. It’s ironic because I never really cared about myself. But now that I’ve been thrown for such a loop totally out of the blue, I... I just wish I could climb into my bed. That’s all I want, is just enough of my old self to sleep in my own bed.

What I do instead is pull the blankets off of it, by biting them in my teeth and walking all four of my legs backwards. The blankets swiftly tumble down then, and I fall on my butt. My mare butt, I might add. It feels... really weird when stuff touches between my legs, weirder than the rest of my body. Except maybe my ears. My ears feel weirder than anything, because they keep moving!

Building a pile of rumpled blankets and sheets, I curl up in it, and manage to get to sleep. I can’t turn the heat up for the night, or even turn off the lights because I’m afraid to walk up the wall that high without falling over, so I just bury myself in blankets and... and let the exhaustion of this past afternoon and evening catch up to me.

Waking up in a strange bed is never fun, and moreso waking up in a strange body. It’s only a moment that I wonder why I’m sleeping on the floor, with only my nose sticking out of the blankets. Then I realize I can feel my... fur sliding against these blankets, and my ears are kind of squished down. And I have no fingers. I also have no morning wood.

“My little pony ~ my little pony,” I sing creakily, lifting my head and looking dully around. The song sounds kind of... breathy coming out of my mouth. I definitely don’t have the powerful voice of the show’s opening theme. It’s not even as sweet as when Fluttershy sings it. Am I just a... an annoying sounding mare? I think I sound... female, but maybe I sound like one of those female who can’t talk without annoying everyone else?

Clumsily clearing out the blankets from around me, I manage to pull myself out of the blanket... nest. It’s a nest, because I’m a mother hen because I don’t have a dic—okay, don’t panic. It’s just a blanket pile. Not a nest. I manage to pull myself up to standing, a bit of sheets twisting around my hind leg until I lightly kick them off.

I’m really at a loss of what to do at this point. No Twilight to take up all my time in... doing stuff she wanted to do. With no better ideas, I just go back to the sink and get another drink. At least I don’t smack my face on the edge, coming back down. My face...er... muzzle is soaked and dripping, because I just can’t get a good angle to drink with just a faucet. My cups are glass though, and I don’t even want to think about touching glassware. My hooves are hard, but... soft in the middle. I don’t know how they work. I don’t even know how Twilight’s hooves worked. I probably should have asked her...

“But instead, I just spend all day having sex with her,” I chirp bitterly, as a churning grumble goes through my stomach. “Okay,” a little mare says, “Okay I can just... eat what Twilight eats. She... hay. I should try hay.”

I run my tongue along my teeth... they don’t feel especially weird. From kissing Twilight, I found that her teeth actually fell along pretty similar lines as my own human teeth, even if I was... too busy to really pay attention to it at the time. I suppose if I’m as much a pony as she is, I should be able to digest hay... for... reasons.

The hay bale I got for Twilight has hardly been touched, in the three months since she got here. Not because she didn’t take from it, but she really was pretty little, for a little pony. She ate from that bale of alfalfa, usually retreating to chew it privately as though embarassed. Well, good, because I don’t think it’s possible for me to get more embarassed. My ass is as bare as bare asses can get! So I try taking a bite of the dry grass. It tastes like dry grass. A bit heartier than I expected, but very... underwhelming.

“Was thish why Twiligh’ did thish to me?” I ask nobody in particular, my voice heavy with regret, “I thought hay woul’ tashte good!” Finishing my mouthful, the hay goes down easily at least. I sigh, and go for another bite. I end up having to return to the sink frequently, to wash down the dry mash, but... it’s not impossible to eat hay. I know I’d really rather have a nice hearty breakfast, pancakes fried in oil, covered in butter and maple syrup, with sausages and eggs on the side... it has me drooling next to the haystack at the thought.

But no, I’m a pony now, so I’ll have to give up such pleasures as meat. Exchanging bloody death for hay, I can’t somehow divorce myself of the notion that it’s not a fair trade for me at all. I try some cereal, and it tastes... okay I guess. I wish I had some milk, but then I’d have to figure out how to pour milk. I think the best thing I find as I rummage around in the refrigerator is when I manage to extract a bag of carrots. Most vegetables are a flavor explosion now, making carrots spicy and sweet, not just a fibrous, watery crunch.

My meal out of the way, I have to see about contacting Nick. I was supposed to spend the weekend with Twilight, but you can see how well that worked out. I couldn’t figure how to use my phone, but I think I could use my laptop, if I could get it off my desk, where I was last showing Twilight... showing her more about how human technology works. I end up standing entirely on the desk to access the laptop. Twilight stood on a chair, but... I just don’t feel very stable right now. A pencil held in my mouth lets me push the keys one at a time with the eraser. Thus, I compose a letter to Nick very... slowly.

need help. please come over. twilight left me.

I stare at that email, pencil still clenched in my teeth. I hover the mouse cursor over Send. Why am I not sending it? So it looks like I have no writing skills or self esteem, so what? It’s perfectly sensible for a little pony mare to not even be able to use the shift key. I need help, and I can’t waste time prettying it up, especially with how slow I am... now. Why am I feeling ashamed then? It’s not my fault. It’s all her fault! I didn’t... even notice that there was anything wrong, and now she... I... I don’t want him to see me like this.

I left click.

Panic flares up in me as the Sending dialog appears with a Cancel button on it, just a few more seconds to seal my fate. It’s sent then, and gone, and... and Twilight is gone and it’s all my fault. The relief sends me spiraling back into that pit of failure and resentment that I’ve been living in most of my adult life, until Twilight came into it.

I thought she was the one. She had all the signs, didn’t she? Chance meeting, you fall in love as soon as you see each other. Thrust together by fate and circumstance, you love and support her recovering from a low point in her life, and over time she opens up to you, and... people never go into the details at that point, but before you know it you’re married, having lots of sex, starting a family, and planning a whole new life together.

Then we run across someone like me, and confidently tell me that there is someone out there for me. I just have to find her. And that’s what I did. For decades, I tried to find the one true love among so many women who were second rate, who didn’t love me. All the loving couples I’ve met said that’s how they came together. You’ll find someone who just clicks with you, and you pursue her romantically, and then you’ll be totally devoted to one another alone.

Twilight Sparkle was supposed to be that. She was supposed to be good! She wasn’t supposed to pretend to—pretend to love me. Ponies like that don’t win! They’re supposed to get... blasted away by the holy matrimony powers of true love. Twilight was supposed to expose the evil changeling queen, who tried to ruin the wedding and trick the groom into swearing eternal devotion to the wrong mare. She wasn’t supposed to be that... oh no. No no no not even thinking about that. I was in love with Twilight Sparkle and that is the end of that. No reason to jump to conclusions just because she changed me into a pony.

Besides, wouldn’t the changeling queen change me into a changeling, if she was gonna change me into anything?

I’ve climbed down from my precarious purchase on the computer desk, long before Nick arrives. Landing gracefully on my face, I massage my sore nose...snout, and plod to the living room to wait for him. And wait... and wait.

He had to have gotten my message. The email went into the Sent folder, and he’s never not gotten them before! Waddling back to the computer, it’s a lot of trouble to climb back up there to where I can check, and Nick has sent a return email!

Damn, sorry to hear that buddy. I’ll be over as soon as I can, but I’ve gotta get the shopping done first. Just hold it together and I should be there in an hour or two.

Well... shit. Sent half an hour ago. I guess I could wait longer... no real choice about it I suppose. I sure can’t go outside like this! Getting thirsty again, I have a moment of brilliant insight, and emerge from the kitchen cabinet with the handle of a soup pot firmly secured in my mouth. I can’t climb onto the counter like this, but I can balance my front legs on the edge, and use the pot to kick on the faucet. I make a huge, splashing mess getting the pot back down, but it’s soon on the floor, and still half full of water.

Wishing Nick was here, I drink some water. Just... dip my snout in and suck. There’s probably a better way to do it. Once my thirst is fully slaked, I refill my precious pot of water, taking it by the handle in my mouth with me, over to the living room. As an afterthought, I drag along a bag of chips from the cabinet. And... still no Nick. I guess I could try watching some TV. Wait, could I... watch the show?

...

Maybe an episode without Twilight in it.

That’s what Nick comes into. I’m just sitting there munching on chips, the pale yellow fur on my cheeks streaked with tears, watching Rarity blowing up at Sweetie Belle again, when I hear a knock at the door. I stay silent at first. I can’t exactly answer it like this, and if it’s not Nick, then calling out might alert the wrong people. There’s a second knock, followed by Nick’s familiar voice, calling out, “Hey buddy! You okay in there?”

“Door’s open!” I holler at Nick, sighing and hunching lower. I don’t even care anymore. Nick opens the door and finds me a little grass colored pony hugging a giant bag of chips to my belly, looking up at him, from watching my little pony, and crying.

“Do I even wanna know?” he asks leerily.

“Nick!” I squeak indignantly, then blushing that I squeak. “Sorry I...” I push aside the bag, and it topples over, spilling chips onto the floor, “Shoot! I...” Caught sitting there on the couch, I look up at Nick again with my heart in my throat, my arms braced on hooves to hold me upright barely, and he can see me like this!

“I was waiting for you,” a little pony on the couch says, in a little voice that I can’t stop speaking with, “And I just...” Trying to smile, I shift so I can lift my arm, then gesture a hoof weakly at the still playing television, saying, “Got... bored?”

He seems to be speechless.

I kind of fall off the couch, in attempting to climb off of it, but that’s okay. I can crawl to my hoof-toes, a chip crunching under one as I plant it to bear my weight. I can’t stand on two legs, so I quiver there on four, looking up at Nick as he stares down at me like a hulking mountain of a man. Why are ponies so darned small?!

“Nick, I...” I say, my voice catching in my throat at the sound of... a girl me. “I need help,” I beg to him creakily. “Twilight left, and she... she did something to me.”

“You’re Aaron, right?” Nick asks, peering at me curiously.

“No, I’m Meadowsweet,” I tell him in testy anguish, “Your friend!”

“I don’t know any Meadow Sweets,” he replies, raising an eyebrow.

Swallowing a lump in my throat, I say shakily, “S-s-stop joking around, Nick. This is serious! We’ve known each other forever!”

“Honestly not sure right now,” Nick says, piercing me with his gaze. “Are you a pony from the show?”

“From the...” I fishmouth at him. “Nick, I’m your friend!” I repeat shrilly, “Twilight turned me into a pony!”

He comes around the couch to look at me with concern. “And she gave you a pony name, too?”

“No, she didn’t. Thank goodness,” I tell him in a little relief, “My name’s still Meadowsweet. But she changed everything else!”

“...not Aaron?” he prompts again.

“Who’s Aaron?” I ask, stomping in aggravation, “I’m the only one who lives in this house!”

“As a male human, until today,” Nick prompts.

“Yes, what’s the big problem here?” I whine, “We’ve got bigger problems, such as why did Twilight leave me?”

“A male human,” Nick persists, “Named Meadowsweet?”

“...yes?” I attempt. What’s he getting at here?

“Meadowsweet isn’t exactly the most common name for a male human,” Nick says in a critical tone. “I think Twilight might’ve stolen your name, too.”

“She... but... but I’m still called Meadowsweet! What could she have stolen?” I ask in confusion.

“Your name wasn’t Meadowsweet last time I saw you,” he replies, “It was Aaron.”

“T-that’s...” trembling, I can recall Twilight saying my name for some reason. The whole day has been a blur to me, but I remember that at least, “That can’t be right. Why would she do that?”

“Aaron,” Nick says that name again, squatting down to my level. He hasn’t even taken off his shoes yet. “There was something not right with Twilight.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, wobbling on my hooves, “You think she was possessed?!”

“No I...” he just sits his rear on the floor then, running his fingers through his short brown curls, “Damn I didn’t think it would be this bad. She turned you into a pony before she left you?”

“She made... cookies...” I murmur uncertainly, “And she said it was a good thing when I... when it happened to me. I couldn’t even move, and started changing. She smiled and... and said goodbye and thanks for the...” I have to sit my own rear on the floor in order to free up my forlegs enough to rub at my head beneath an increasingly unruly green mane, “Thanks for the save,” I groan, “I can’t even remember! It all happened so fast, and I’m sure she said something more but...”

“Hey, it’s okay Aaron,” he says, making my ears flatten back because it’s not my name and he said it should be my name, “You’re doing great for someone who just got... changed into a pony.”

“Could you not call me that, please?” I say in a frustrated huff, glaring at him plaintively.

“Aaron, you mean?” he replies, frowning, “Come on, buddy, Twilight changed your name, you gotta fight it. Your name’s not Meadowbrook!”

“Meadowsweet,” I correct him grumpily, “And I’m sorry, but I just can’t take any more weirdness. Please just stick with Meadowsweet. It’s what you always call me, as far as I know.”

“But Twilight—”

“I don’t care if you think Twilight changed it,” I snap at him, “Or changed me I just want...” Covering my head in my weird arms, I lay there muttering, “I just want one thing to stay the same. Can’t I at least keep my own name?”

Lifting my head, just my head, I tell him, “I’m not even human anymore! She took everything else away, so can’t I at least keep my name?”

“I’m trying to help you do that!” Nick replies stressfully, “Your name she’s trying to take away from you, is Aaron. That’s what your parents named you!”

With a fretful sigh, I say to him, “Seriously? Why would my parents ever name a filly ‘Aaron?’”

He just kind of stares back, with worry. What did I say?

“Aaron, you were a human when your parents named you,” he says, “And male.”

“O-oh... right...” I say, blushing beet red.

“How are your memories doing?” he asks worriedly.

“Okay-ish, I guess?” I mumble, staring distantly at my fuzzy yellow body. “I don’t think I’m forgetting anything,” I tell him, looking up again, “But if I was, how would I know?”

“Good point,” he replies with a frown, “So what is your mother’s maiden name?”

“Uhm... Patricia Rutherford,” I reply after a moment to think on it.

Nick stares back at me another moment before breaking his gaze with a laugh and admitting, “Actually I don’t know your mother’s maiden name.”

“Well, I know your name is Nicholas Spears,” I reply, “That didn’t change, did it?”

“No, that’s still my name,” he replies. “How about where did we go to college?”

His questions are met with solid answers, and I certainly have no trouble answering. I even remember the bridge stress problem that was such a stumper for our final exam... twelve years ago.

“If anything, I’d say your memory has improved!” Nick muses in surprise, sitting on the couch next to me on the floor. Since getting up on the couch is a bit too challenging for me still. “Everything except your name...”

“It might be something separate,” I say uncertainly, “Twilight was saying my name kind of... weirdly at the end. Meadowsweet, I mean. It hit me like... something.”

“What else about you is different?” Nick says, appraising me thoughtfully.

“Could we please not focus on me right now, and focus on what’s important?” I ask him in exasperation, “I’m a horse, or something. Fine. It’s really embarassing. But why did Twilight leave me? What did I do to make her hate me?”

Nodding understandingly, he says, “Okay, Aa—sorry, what was your name now?”

Facehooving, I say “Meadowsweet” again. “I can’t believe that’s just her... thing she did to me, but it is what it is.”

“Okay, Meadowsweet,” he says warily, “I’ve been kind of worried about Twilight for a... while now.”

“What are you worried about?” I ask him cluelessly, “She seemed fine to me! What did she ever do that was worrying?”

“It’s nothing I could pin down,” Nick replies, “But didn’t she warm up to you awfully quickly? You went from meeting, to... passionate romance in less than a month. Less than half a month, even.”

“Love just works that way,” I say frankly, “You meet the girl of your dreams, and everything just starts working out from there.”

He raises an eyebrow at that, and I whine fussily, “I’m serious!”

“Well, there were other things too,” Nick continues cautiously. “She kept... you away from me, I think. Every time I tried to hang out with you, you always had a... thing that came up, and that meant her.”

“Sounds like you were jealous of her,” I grumble cutely, “You don’t think that was all in your head maybe?”

“I don’t know, maybe?” he replies in an aggravated tone, “That’s why I didn’t say anything! And when she... lived in your house, and ate your food, and you told me yourself of her mysterious phone conversations.”

“It was an online friend she made,” I shoot back, “She couldn’t meet in person, so they had to talk only on the phone!”

“Was that what she was doing?” Nick says, “Or was she using the phone for some other reason?”

“Nick, this is Twilight we’re talking about,” I tell him with a pained grimace, “She’s possibly the most innocent, naive soul on this planet! I had to teach her how to use the phone at all!”

“Did you?” he counters, “Seems like she’d be smart enough to figure that out by herself.”

“Well yeah, and she...” I trail off, trying to figure out how to phrase it. “She chose to let me teach her instead, because she liked learning from me,” I settle on.

“And what about all the glares and weird reactions?” Nick asks.

“What glares and weird reactions?” I retaliate anxiously.

“She... she would look at you funny when you said something stupid,” Nick says, “Not just disapproving, but like... contemptuous. Like she couldn’t stand you, but refused to say anything.”

“N-no she didn’t,” I whimper, trying not to remember, trying not to remember seeing it. “Why on earth would she stay with me if she couldn’t stand me?” I ask, boggled by his logic failure, and nothing more. Nothing more.

“So I confronted her about it,” Nick says, and my ears flip up at that. Wait, seriously? How do these stupid pony ears work?

Ignoring my ears, I exclaim to Nick shrilly, “You—what? You confronted her?”

“I wasn’t gonna tell you,” he says, “I told her that you were really... lonely and kind of in a fragile state. That if she makes a mistake, you could get really hurt. I asked her who she was calling on your phone, and she... she gave me this smirk like I don’t even know. ‘Don’t worry, I`ll take good care of him,’ Twilight said, just like in uh, Lesson Zero.”

“So all you have is stuff that makes you feel like she’s evil,” I tell him, “But nothing she actually did.”

“One thing she did was turn you into a pony,” Nick points out.

“Touchè,” I reply morosely, my tail doing... swishy things back and forth beyond my girly butt, which is still firmly pressed to the floor. Which kind of tickles... no, not even thinking about that. I’m a guy, not a girl... pony.

“She just... she was just giving me a bad vibe,” he says, while I stand up, not wanting to feel my feminine folds pressing against the floor, “Some things just didn’t add up. She kept dodging questions, and you didn’t even seem to notice!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I tell him, with a frustrated snort that comes out far too pony for my liking. Wait, do humans even snort? I don’t think they do!

“I didn’t think it would be this bad. I thought she’d just let you down, not... change you into a pony! Aa—Meadowsweet, you were happy!” he says with a sympathetically earnest gleam in his tiny human eyes. “You’ve gone so long without a smile. It was the happiest I’ve seen you in a long time. I guess I was just hoping that it’d work out between you two... somehow. I just... I just wanted you to be happy for a little bit. ”

“Well, I was happy...” I admit grudgingly, trailing a forehoof on the ground.

“She took your virginity away,” Nick says hopefully, “That’s gotta count for something, right? How long have you been trying to get laid?”

“F-f-fifteen years, actively,” I stutter nervously, so terribly aware of one cognizant fact about my what’s beneath my tail right now. Two facts actually: two firm, round conspicuous absences that should have been hanging between my legs, and they would have been between my legs, if they weren’t currently up deep inside my abdomen over by my... my womb.

“I know you’re shy about that sort of thing,” Nick says, “But you gotta admit, you got a chance to do what bronies dream about. You know, Purple...”

“...Pony...” I murmur weakly.

“...Pussy,” he concludes with a cheeky grin. “C’mon, tell me you didn’t enjoy that?”

I did, god did I, but I’m standing here remembering ravishing a writhing, sighing unicorn, pounding my dick into her horse pussy right between her legs, and I’m not getting a boner. All I can think of is that big, hard, stiff dick that I used to have, and it could... fuck me like it fucked Twilight. I’m standing here remembering honest to gosh sex, and instead of popping a boner, all I can feel back there is an occasional... shifty feeling. Am I winking?

Don’t ask me how I know what that word means.

“It wasn’t like that,” I grumble, blushing fiercely as I stare at the ground next to him, “We were in love.”

“One of you was in love, at least,” Nick says skeptically.

“It’s weird,” I whine at him uncertainly, “I don’t know if my sexual orientation changed or not I just... I can’t get a boner anymore, Nick. That... thing that I put into... with Twilight, I can’t do that anymore.”

“What, don’t tell me she cursed you with a show accurate crotch?” Nick asks in alarm, looking to my rear, under my tail. I resist the urge to shy away from him, and just stand there miserably, trying not to make it a big deal that he’s looking at me down there.

“Holy shit, Aaron, you’re a mare!” Nick exclaims in wide-eyed surprise.

“N-no I...” how do I get my tail to go down?! “No I’m... I mean t-technically I am but it’s temporary and... and I’m a pony so it doesn’t c-count.”

At last turning my butt further away and looking up at him tensely, I ask in exasperation, “Didn’t you notice the eyelashes?”

“Not all mares have eyelashes,” he replies defensively, crossing his arms, “Maybe some stallions do.”

“The voice?” I ask him, stunned, “At least my voice sounds totally different, right?”

“It does, just... some of the stallions were voiced by women,” he counters weakly, “Well, some of the colts at least.”

“Do I sound like a guy?!” I ask him shrilly, “I don’t sound like a guy, do I? Because I’m not!!”

Oh, there goes my tail. Right down between my legs. “I-I’m not a guy,” I tell him shakily, as my greenish tail sinks to cover my rear end. “I’m just t-trying not to think about it.”

“Why not?” Nick asks incredulously, “This is an incredible opportunity! You can experience things from both sides!”

Blushing heavily, I say, “I—I can’t say I haven’t considered it, b-but I’d never be able to find a s-stallion and...”

“Who says it has to be a stallion?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.

I’m trying not to stare at his crotch, thinking what he could do to me now, but I’m like half Nick’s height now. It’s sort of the default level to stare at! “I’m... I’m still trying to deal with this,” I tell him. “Now that I have a... marehood, I really would like to show you what I... what I felt with Twilight. But I just... I don’t want to get pregnant. How could I change back if I was... carrying your child?”

He gapes at me in disbelief, then just starts laughing. “Nick?” I ask, concerned, but he falls back against the wall holding his sides and chortling. “Nick I’m serious!” I whine at him, lifting a hoof, wishing I could be taller right now.

“Sorry, haha, sorry...” he says finishing his... thing. “Whoo.”

He looks at me again.

“You seriously think that, don’t you?” he concludes flatly.

“Think what?” I ask, with an offended glower. Or... a tightness in my snout somehow, however that looks.

“Look, I don’t know what Twilight did to you, but she’s a pony,” Nick says, “She’s an alien pony. There’s no way in heck you impregnated her.”

“How do you know?” I reply, shrinking back nervously. “It could be magic. Or... I don’t know.”

“Okay, so Twilight did this to you,” Nick argues cagily, “And how many times did she let you finish inside?”

I... couldn’t count, honestly.

“If she was gonna do this to you, and then disappear, do you think she’d allow you to impregnate her?” Nick says persistently. “Can you imagine a pregnant mother turning the father of her child into a girl, then leaving him?”

“Well, maybe she didn’t know that sex has consequences,” I mumble lowly.

“Didn’t you ever talk with her about it?” Nick asks, “Was she surprised, or horrified?”

“No, she even came up with a name for the foal,” I tell him. Then it occurs to me what name she came up with, and my ears go flat.

“What name?” Nick asks curiously. Of course he does.

“Meadowsweet,” I grumble under my breath.

“What was that?” Nick asks, hand on his ear.

“She asked me what I thought about the name ‘Meadowsweet’,” I tell him, stumbling off in a huff... somewhere. God, walking on hooves is absolutely nothing like crawling on hands and knees. My body’s... sideways!

“I didn’t think anything odd about it at the time,” I say halfway back out from the hallway, still pacing like a drunken mule, “I thought she was talking about our foal, because apparently it hasn’t been my name up until earlier today. I still can’t believe all those memories of it could be just... wrong.”

“Whatever you want to be called, I guess it’s nice that she at least asked,” Nick points out, “But I don’t think it’s even remotely possible for humans to fertilize ponies.”

“I suppose,” I admit reluctantly, staring down at my raised forehoof. “It’s just... crazy to think that I could be the one who was... like Twilight was.” Looking up at him in wide-eyed concern, I ask, “Am I really cute enough to... have sex with?”

“I never said you were cute,” he says, blushing defensively and refusing to meet my eyes.

“I can see myself in the mirror,” I grumble in response, one of my ears going flat again.

“Being cute doesn’t really matter so much as... being willing,” Nick explains with difficulty, “You just get kind of a... chemistry between two people, and if it works it’s awesome. If it doesn’t, it doesn’t matter how cute she is. That’s how attraction really works. I guess what I’m saying is you turned into a cute little mare, but my best friend is a cute little mare, and that makes all the difference.”

“Jeez,” I say, trying not to blush up a storm, “Why weren’t you trying to ask me out as a guy, then?”

“Well some of it’s physical,” Nick says, rolling his eyes, “I’m just saying I’d do it even if you looked like that Hooffield mare, with the eyebrows. If you’re willing to let me, and she’s willing to kick me in the jaw, there’s just no contest.”

I can’t find words to answer, and he interprets my flusterment as reluctance saying, “C’mon, don’t you want to experiment a little bit. For science!”

“I’ll think about it,” I blurt out at last. Trying not to hide my face behind my hoof, I say, “I’ve never even been able to consider anything like that with you, so it’s kind of overwhelming.”

“Yeah, maybe it’s too much at once,” he admits, “But I honestly think you’re overthinking it. Don’t worry I’m not gonna jump you or anything. I was just thinking it’d be awesome to try.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that,” I tell him, noticing my tail bobbing up as I take a few steps around the room. “I was a guy just yesterday, so I know you have to do that stuff on purpose. I just... need to think about it. I barely even know how to walk.”

“Not gonna do much walking with that activity,” he says with a teasing smirk.

I don’t dignify that with a response.

I’m walking... somewhat better after breakfast.

“Are my hips swaying? I feel like my hips are swaying.”

“No, that’s just how you move. You’re doing great.”

Somewhat better. Walking like a pony is weird. Weird that it feels so natural. It’s not like crawling, more like... four legged ballet? I don’t know! All I know is my hooves press down naturally and comfortably, and my arms/legs move smoothly in tandem. And it still feels weird, because my body’s sideways, my butt is behind me, and I get this ghostly shock every time I feel something collide with my tail, which I should not have.

Nick and I find something extremely odd and worrisome that day, aside from well... me. It’s in the study, behind the bathroom. Nick is poking around back there toward the middle of the day, and then I hear him shout in surprise for me to come quick.

I come... slowly.

“Were you doing any sort of chemistry experiment?” Nick asks warily, staring at what looks like a complex scientific apparatus, with beakers, flasks, pipes, bunsen burners, petri dishes... and a very expensive looking microscope.

“I don’t know where any of this stuff came from,” I say with worry, looking at the wall where a few pins are still stuck, including one with just a scrap of paper left on it. “Did Twilight get it? How would she get this stuff?”

“And why would she get this stuff?” Nick asks, “Was she experimenting on you? Or... on something? Is this how she’s trying to get home?”

“I don’t know,” I whimper, touching the edge of the table it’s assembled on, a table I don’t recall ever being in this house. “We probably shouldn’t be in here though, to save it for e-evidence...”

Nick sighs as we seal off the study, by closing the door. I try to reassure him, saying, “I don’t know what’s going on, but it might not be bad. She might have a g-good reason for doing what she did.”

“After she changed you into a pony against your will?” Nick says, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah but it’s... not... so bad?” I attempt, lifting a hoof and looking up at him. He’s not buying it. “Okay so it’s a huge problem,” I sigh, “And I guess Twilight caused it. Plus she turned me into an earth pony, so I’d be helpless to do anything to stop her. That’s pretty evil. It’s so frustrating being so... useless!” I huff, stomping that hoof down. “She could’ve given me wings or a horn, but instead I get to be the useless earth pony, who can’t do anything.”

“Well, I know one thing you can do now that you’re a pony, that you couldn’t do before,” Nick says. I look up at him in surprise, but he just winks, clicks his tongue, and makes finger guns at me.

“Oh god that,” I groan, burying my blush beneath my forearms. “You seriously want to... stick your... thing in there?”

“Well I sure wouldn’t mind,” Nick says unrepentantly, crossing his arms, “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You’ve got some amazing hips!”

“I know. It’s just weird being the one who—” I shrink back, looking at my lemon yellow butt self consciously, “Who has them.”

“Don’t feel like you have to have sex, but don’t you want to?” Nick asks curiously. I look at him, at h-his pants that hold a thing that could go inside me and... and...

“It’s not like we fell in love,” I tell him fretfully, “You’re my best friend! We’re just friends, and I don’t want to ruin that! I’m not even a real girl! So why do I want you so—” I cut off, but the damage is done. “Want you so much,” I admit glumly, staring guiltily at the floor, and away from Nick’s pants.

“You’re overthinking it,” Nick repeats with an expression I can’t see due to looking away from his boyish ...face. “You just want to try something new and that’s fine. I want it too. You just say the word and I’ll do everything I can to your little mare back there. If it doesn’t work out, fine. But Aaron, we’ve been friends since college. Do you really think it could get ruined just by having sex?”

“I can’t imagine how, but... that’s what they say happens,” I tell his feet, “We have a messy breakup or I’m... cheating on you or something, and then we hate each other.”

“You really have to stop watching chick flicks,” he groans, squatting down and catching my chin in his finger and lifting my head up to look at his brown, honest eyes. “Even if you fit the target audience now. This is the real world, not some fake Hollywood production. I’m not a male love interest. I’m your friend, Nick. You changed into a little pony and we’re still friends. And I promise you that even if I make you a mare, especially if I make you a mare, we will still be friends.”

I look at him soulfully, fear flaring in my breast at how much I want him to make me a mare, and softly tell Nick,

“...maybe later.”

He releases my chin and stands up, laughing and saying, “Good enough for me. Seriously, no pressure Aar—Meadowsweet. I just think it’d be fun. Make you feel a little better about getting stuck like this. Anyway, I’m gonna go to the store. Try not to fantasize about me too much while I’m gone, okay?”

“Augh,” I state calmly, once again covering my blush with my forelegs.

Later, everything is fine, except for one little insignificant detail. I manage to ignore that detail for some hours, but eventually that detail rises its way up into my conscious awareness as the need for awareness becomes more and more urgent. At the time, we’re poring over the odd video Twilight recorded, full of blue and pink kaleidoscopey patterns. It doesn’t look like she recorded it from a television channel. Never goes to a commercial break or anything. My train of thought gets interrupted then, by a seriously powerful urge that cannot be denied.

“Oh no...” I moan, amid laying there with Nick on the couch, as we try to figure out the meaning behind this odd video. “Nick, I...” I look at him, whimpering quietly, “I need to use the restroom.”

“You looking for permission?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I’m just... those parts are really different,” I say blushing red, “F-for peeing at least. So I t-think I can do it, but I just... yeah I don’t need permission. Sorry.”

“At least you still shit the same, right?” he asks, without missing a beat.

“I am not looking forward to that,” I groan, sinking my head and shuffling off to the bathroom. Everything is huge in here. The bathtub is the only thing I can see over. The bathroom counter is above me, and the toilet is a little below eye level. So, just like before, pretty much. I take a discerning at the toilet, try to rear up a bit, clop back down, and then... utterly fail to use the bathroom.

Exiting the bathroom unfulfilled (or very fulfilled... of pee), I drag a footstool back in there with me, blushing to death the whole way. If Nick sees, he doesn’t comment on it. Using that for support, I can get up to the level of the toilet. After some impressive gymnastics for a man very recently turned into a little pony mare, I’m kind of perched on the edge of the seat, with my hind legs curled to grip around the sides of the bowl, my butt hovering over water, and my tail pulled very far back and held in my teeth.

It’s an odd position to contort, but I don’t have any trouble releasing my straining bladder. It feels weird. The gently closed vulval lips sort of flood with emerging urine. I didn’t think they would do that. Isn’t that unsanitary? It starts dripping out of them at first, before resolving into something resembling a stream. At least I don’t make much of a mess anywhere other than my pussy. Apparently my pee is still yellow, not some weird purple color or something. Of course I was too polite to examine the color of Twilight’s urine. Shifting around my... stuff down between my legs seems to get most of the drips out, but it’s still kind of... damp, so I climb down from the toilet using the footstool, and reach for some toilet paper.

Oh no.

“Nick?” I shout nervously. Trying not to drip as I clop across the slippery bathroom tiles, I stick my head out the unlatched door, saying, “Nick? A little help here!”

I at least manage to flush before he comes in, but I’m still standing there with my shame, and somehow it’s more embarassing than all the other times I’ve been naked around him. “I need you to...” I say reluctantly, “T-to, uh... I can’t exactly...”

Reaching out a hoof, I paw at the roll of toilet paper helplessly.

“I can help, but do you want me to touch you there?” he asks warily.

“Not like you have much choice,” I respond flatly, “Just... I just need a little help, sorry. I don’t know how ponies do it. Earth ponies, at least...”

Of course Twilight had to transform me into a weak little earth pony. Couldn’t let me have a horn, because then I might transform myself back! I’m really frustrated with Twilight Sparkle, thinking that she meant to do this, to make me into a pony who can’t even wipe herself, so I wouldn’t be able to oppose her... uh... plans... or something?

I tense up as Nick strokes the soft paper tissue along my new girl parts. It doesn’t feel bad, is the thing. It feels really really nice to have someone touch me back there. It’s way different than when I touch myself.

N-not that I touch myself.

“You okay?” he asks cautiously.

“Yes, just... keep going, it just surprised me how nice it felt,” I remark to him, blushing again.

He cleans me with the toilet paper, in an immensely relaxing fashion, then moving the paper into his other hand, he... continues touching me there, with his bare fingers.

“What are you doing?” I squeak, without moving away from him mind you.

“Just thinking I could warm you up to it,” Nick says, stroking his finders along that very strange, soft place between my legs... my tender nether lips. “You can’t make a rational decision if you’re afraid of your marehood being touched,” Nick points out.

“Y-you have a point,” I say leaning back against his hand a little—

“Also I totally want to fuck you,” he adds casually.

“Y-y-yeah that—” I say, shying away from his warm hand, “I–I don’t know if—”

“Relax,” Nick chides me, his other hand holding me still, “Just because I want to doesn’t mean I will. If this makes you want to have sex, then we can have sex. If not, then no pressure. At least it showed you that you don’t have to be scared to touch this thing.”

“T-that...” I gulp, as I feel him do things to me, things that should be impossible for me to feel. Deep things. I feel him dip his finger inside, and it’s even more sensitive at the wet flesh beneath my outer lips. “It’s making me really want to have sex,” I whimper to him, tail quivering as I think about what his finger is doing to me.

“Well, good!” he says pleasantly, not taking his hand off my tingling labia, “Then I guess we can have sex.”

“I just don’t wanna get...” I trail off, curling down to stretch my butt up at his fingers hungrily, “P-pregnant...”

“You won’t get pregnant,” he assures me, “You’re just exploring your new body, and what it can do.”

“It’s just... Nick, it’s too—much...!” I say, as my insides flex weirdly on their own as his fingers touch them, “I feel like I’m going to orgasm just like this alone!”

“Go ahead,” he says. “Aren’t you curious what it feels like to orgasm as a girl?” he asks, one hand wrapping around my underside to tease at the sensitive spots on my belly down there, “There’s nothing wrong with being curious.”

“I... rushing tingling just like...” I tell him, trying to focus on what my rear end is doing to me. “Just like a guy, but I can’t get a boner!” I explain fervently, quivering there and feeling like I’ve got butterflies in my stomach. All he’s doing is touching me with his fingers, and I’m shivering and burning up! Between my increasingly ragged pants, I tell him, “I should be so hard right now, but I’m just soft and wet and deep... m-melting it’s like I’m... Nick I can’t stop it ah... ahhh...aah!”

His strokes are like liquid fire as I orgasm. The weird spasms earlier just erupt into regular rippling contractions. It’s rushing through me like... like I don’t even know, and it won’t let go! “Nick, I—” I manage to shriek, shaking in the grips of this thing, “Won’t—stop!”

I have to just stand there then, staring forward, trying to breathe, until at last my inner contractions settle smooth, and my stiff legs sag with relaxation. “Ohh man, that was...” I say dizzily, still oddly feeling that orgasmic tingle flooding through me. “Wow...” A chill settles over me, as I notice that somehow I got worked enough to be covered in a slight sheen of sweat.

I’m half panicking here. I tried to describe the feeling to him, as if that would make it okay, but then it just... that just happened to me! He’s not going to impregnate me with his fingers, so it’s good, right? It feels... incredible. I’m shaking by the end of it. It just takes me, for way too long. All he’s using is his fingers, on my... thing, so why am I quivering from the aftershocks?

Nick leaves me alone to stand there in silence, just trying to get my bearings again, “So how was it?” he asks at last, “Better than a guy?”

“Ye–um...” I manage to focus on him, hesitating to answer yes or no. “It was... longer?” I attempt, looking back at my own rump uncertain of how to explain that. “It wouldn’t let me go,” I settle on at last, “Like when you first start climaxing, but it just keeps going because I can’t... ejaculate I guess. Not as satisfying. I still um...” shifting my hind legs together, I tell him, “I didn’t feel like I finished. So it’s a lot stronger, and more powerful, but I dunno about better.”

Shaking my head, I tell Nick, “Sorta like a coupe versus a big truck... some people like small cars better.”

“That’s as good of an analogy as I could expect,” he says, “So you don’t feel finished huh?”

“I... yeah I...” I murmur, shifting on my hooves, “Guess I’m... feeling a f-female’s urge to mate. I dunno, it just feels... it’s not like I have to, just... I guess it’d be... nice?”

“It’d be nice to get fucked,” he replies dryly.

“Y-yeah,” I say with a nervous half smile, “...nice.”

“Well it’s a good thing I’m such a nice guy,” Nick declares loudly, wrapping his arms around my chest and belly and oh help he’s going to—but I’m standing sideways to him! How could he possibly fuck me sideways? With his arms hooked under my chest and belly, Nick heaves me up into the air, my legs dangling below where his arms carry me like a forklift.

“Wow, you’re heavier than you look,” he says, chin tucked over my back.

“So I look skinny?” I ask him, turning over my shoulder to gaze uncertainly at his face.

“No you look... perfect,” he says looking back at me oddly, “Now let’s get to the bed. Just like you and Twilight.”

“Just like me and Twilight,” I murmur thoughtfully. I really should protest this more. Nick’s chest is so warm...

He lays me down on the bed, and I sit down, with my rear facing the edge. “She’d sit like this,” I explain, “And it was really easy to get inside. Uh... yeah. Honestly she preferred the couch.”

“Try the couch then?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I say, “No, this is... fine. Try this, for now.”

Nick takes off his pants and briefs, and I have to admit to being captivated by the sight of his equipment. Is that what girls feel? His penis hangs from his hips, with two frightening and potent testicles nestled to either side of it, emerging from a tastefully well groomed bush of scraggly, oily hair.

“You uh... shave?” I ask not sure of what to say to... him down there, ready to do me. Will that thing even fit? Why am I imagining the mechanical stresses of a penis on a vagina? What is my life??

“I keep it trimmed,” Nick states conservatively, “Just in case I get a new girlfriend... the ladies seem to like it.”

Blinking owlishly at him, I ask, “...am I your girlfriend?”

“I don’t think I’d inflict that on you,” he laughs, “No, you’re just my friend, none of that girlfriend/boyfriend stuff. Now lift your tail so I can fuck you.

Nick helps lift my tail for me, then starts palpating my nethers again, and once again I take in a breath. Orgasming didn’t make them less sensitive at all. Maybe even more sensitive! Now my tail flips over my back practically on its own, and I feel the urge to pike my hips up in the air. “S’making me want it,” I mumble into the bedcovers, which I clutch in my forehooves, “Wanna open to you and be better than... Twilight...”

“You’re already way better than Twilight,” Nick states, stepping up to wrap his large hands around either of my soft yellow furred thighs. “She never even kissed me!”

“Yeah b-but...” I say trying to formulate a coherent response, and then I feel Nick’s penis prodding my hindquarters. I close my eyes, awaiting the inevitable. Wait I won’t even be able to see it happen like this.

“Wait!” I exclaim anxiously. He pulls away, saying,

“Damn you’re getting cold feet now?”

“No i-it...” I roll over, until my belly is up in the air, my hind legs dangling to either side of me now that they stay permanently bent like pony legs do. “I just wanted to see it go in,” I offer to him shyly.

“Good point,” Nick says, moving up to me again, “If you need more warming up, I can lick you for a—”

“No!” I yelp, not even wanting to think about seeing Nick’s face in between those fuzzy yellow horse legs. “No just... go ahead,” I tell him, “I already orgasmed just from your fingers, so that means I’m totally wet enough.”

“You can feel your own wetness?” he asks curiously.

“...kind of?” I hesitantly admit, “It just feels like I’m sort of... melty down there, a-and I assume that’s wetness.”

“Works for me,” he replies. Then he starts stroking his shaft, so stiff and hard, and huge. Can a little thing like me take that? No, I mean literally. I’m freaking tiny. Twilight took mine though, and she loved it... I hope. As Nick lays his GIGANTIC penis on my belly, and slides it down towards my vulva, it looks like I’m about to find out.

“Well ‘Twilight’,” he says to me, as I both watch and feel the bulbous head of his shaft nestle into that soft parting in my hips, “Looks like I finally get to see what Aaron likes so much about ponies.” He starts to push it against my labia, and I wonder if it’s just going to slide in, or what? “Seriously though, I was so jealous,” Nick says in a surprisingly emotional voice, “Thank you so much for letting me do this.”

Then with a surprised grunt, I feel his shaft slide into a... something between my legs. My vagina? It’s immediately straining around him. I can’t stop staring at it, at that smooth tan shaft that I can feel embedding itself into my hips  As I watch him slide inch after inch to vanish within me, I can feel the smooth, sliding, stretching growing deeper within me. “It’s... spreading me apart!” I realize, whimpering and leaning my head back. “Nick you’re... opening me up!”

“Jesus Christ you’re tight,” he grunts, his pelvis smacking against mine, and just... impaling me with dick. Oh god, his... pelvis is pressed against mine and his penis is gone because it’s in me. I am tight, because it feels like he’s splitting me apart! How do I... stretch more?

“I am tight,” I cry tensely, “Feels like you’re splitting me apart! How do I stretch more?”

(I don’t mince words.)

“Does it hurt?” he asks with concern.

“Uh huh...” I murmur nervously, trying to shift my legs to make more room somehow. There’s a... a giant penis in my hips. I’m just stretched wide, all around it!

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he says in aggravation, “I didn’t want to hurt you!”

“Wait no—!” I squeak as he puts his hands on my raised thighs and starts shoving me off of being impaled on him.

Nick pauses, and I say hastily looking at my grossly distorted labia around that dick just jammed into me, “It’s fine. It just hurts and is... amazing! I can feel your whole... penis inside me! It’s like...” Whimpering, I rub at my strained vulva, “Like... stretching out. I need to stretch, Nick. You don’t even know.”

“Y-yeah, I don’t even know, but I’m happy to do it for you,” he says, pushing himself deep again. If only his dick were a little smaller! And more shapely, like... fitting inside me perfectly. “I’ll go slow though,” he says, starting to gently rock his hips against mine, “Until you’re used to it.”

Nodding nervously, I can’t really do much thrusting like this. Nick pretty much has to grab my hooves and do all the work. But I can focus on... stretching, and making it a perfect place for him to fuck. Isn’t the vagina supposed to be a muscle? If I have one, I could use that to... to pleasure him in return.

At least my body is, well, responsive. Nick manages to start fucking me, and I can’t believe what we’re doing. I can’t believe it’s actually working! . I’m laying belly up on this bed, a pony, with Nick’s giant penis sliding slipperily into my straining thighs.

The further Nick goes, the more I feel like a girl, the more I feel like how Twilight felt. The only problem is it’s really hard to... fit. Actually it’s kind of painful! And... and yanky. Like it’s gonna pull out my colon, even though Nick is in a place that’s very much not my colon. Is this why Twilight left me?

Ugh... why does it sting every time he pushes into me?

Having sex as a girl sucks!

Author's Notes:

Beeeeeeest frieeeeeeends