So Artemis has tapped me too, I suppose. That’s 3 out of 25, or 12% of all the stallions in the military compound! Mine pussy was the first horse pussy he took the plunge and fucked. I don’t know what I’m gonna tell his wife, but... maybe I need to fuck him too? Just how many stallions am I going to have to fuck?

I keep thinking that maybe it’s not so much a problem, because I’m talking with Artemis about what they’re studying in that lab once, and it never occurs to me that this is a man who has mounted me, thrust his erect penis into my vagina, and willfully ejaculated deep into me. And that happens a lot! Maybe we could just... leave well enough alone, and never speak of it again?

Artemis could totally do me again, I mean, but I don’t feel like we have to do it again. I’m already pregnant, so what’s the point, right? I remember feeling that bat pony’s semen pumping into my belly, and the penis he did it with is still there between his legs in its deceptively subtle sheath. But then I’ll want to know about how Equestrians measure distances, and it’s only after we talk, walking off by myself that I pause, hoof lifted, and go “Huh.”

I guess even I have a limit to how boy crazy I can be. It’s just nice how I can talk with him about stuff, and ask him questions, and not even think about the fact that I’m the only one there with a vagina between my legs. It feels... weird after how hard it was to interact with stallions without jumping their bones, back when I was still fertile. Even Dusty and Sue, most of the time we just... talk about what we’ve been doing, and Sue’s got a bit of a dirty mind when it comes to sex, but I still don’t feel like I have to like... get them inside me right away, or something.

Not to say I don’t have sex with them. Once a week, maybe once every other week? I don’t hesitate to turn my tail for Sue, and Dusty still gets me blushing and cooing for his penis to fill me up with cum, but it’s just more of a rare occurrence, with this pregnancy keeping me from wanting it. I hope sex isn’t hurting the foal, but I think it’s okay, since foals grow inside a special sack or something, protected from even the outside environment that is myself.

I kind of want to have Crystal’s problem, just to know what my body is doing in there.

That wink—er—that teleportation process is something I pay very close attention to. Because Twilight Sparkle’s big thing was winking. If we could master that, we might have one leg up on her. That’s not even going into how revolutionary it is to be able to wink. Walls, locks, safes, those all don’t work if you can teleport. You wink out, outside, then wink in, inside. Just the thought that someone could teleport a bomb into your stronghold makes me feel uneasy. What if someone could... you know, teleport only your vital organs, about twenty feet to the right?

And so, thanks to my foolish curiosity, I stand there before a dozen unicorns, preparing to meet my doom. “Well I wouldn’t say no,” I say nervously, “But you know, I’m just a little worried it might only be killing me, and creating a copy of me.”

“For our sake I hope it’s not,” says a friend of Lucy’s named Marie, maybe a little unsympathetically. A brown haired, green furred unicorn, looking very smart in how she levitates that clipboard and pen, she rolls her eyes and drawls “We’ve all teleported ourselves at least once!”

I... huh. “I guess you couldn’t die, then,” I admit to her with a weak smile, “Something has to be there to bring you back, after all.”

“I swear it’s just moving into a weird... place except not,” she says hopefully, “And we’ve teleported animals and they came out fine!”

“Yeah that... sure must have been tricky catching them alive,” I say with a shaky laugh.

“Not with a stunning spell,” she says, giving me a look. Oh, right. Unicorns don’t have to use their teeth.

“So how’s this gonna work?” I ask, ignoring her look and totally not blushing, “You’re just gonna... teleport me somewhere?”

“Just a few feet,” Marie says, “From this spot, over to that spot over there.” She indicates where a chalk X has been drawn on the asphalt of what was once a parking lot, back when this facility used to be a sawmill.

“And I just stand here, and um... think happy thoughts?” I ask, looking down at the other white X I’m standing over.

“Just don’t make any sudden movements, and try to relax,” she assures me, “And uh... let us know if it starts causing any pain.”

“Alright, then, fire away,” I say with an awkward smile, kicking a foreleg under the other one. I’m gonna die, aren’t I.

Marie’s not the first to do it. It’s their most promising unicorn, whose name I don’t catch, who’s teleported the biggest stuff the farthest. A brown haired purple mare lowers her head to point her horn at me, and the green aura of her magic... woah.

“I-it doesn’t hurt, but wow, I can actually feel that,” I say, lifting that foreleg to look at the prickly green light crawling up it. Sort of like a bunch of tiny little constant static shocks, just enough to tingle. I can’t see it climb up my neck, or cover my face, and it isn’t visible from the inside, but I’m pretty sure I’m entirely glowing, when I wave and say, “Uh... see you on the other side!” The green light gets really visible, blinding out everything else.

Then things get weird.

It happens so quickly, I’m already seeing the second green flash as I... slip together, try to walk forward and stagger on my hooves. “Wow, that was... weird!” I say as the others trot up to me with worry. Lifting my head and looking around at the unicorns, I ask, “So, all the... parts of me are still there, right? I didn’t get a second head or anything?”

Their response is to stick a thermometer into my mouth and start attaching sensors to the previously shaved spots on my skin. Yeah... my skin is also pink under this yellow fur, for what it’s worth. But the monitors and tests and such demonstrate nothing awry, and my temperature is 100.7 degrees, which is actually kind of on the cool side for pony standards apparently, but normal for me. Honestly I think they just use the thermometer to keep me mute, so I stop yammering on about my experience while they test my vitals.

The enforced muteation gives me a chance to think about what happened at least. For something that passed in the blink of an eye, there sure was a lot happening! They take out the thermometer, and I immediately chatter, “You’re right, it was like moving into a weird place! And it just kept repeating but smaller and... what are those things where it looks the same no matter how close you look at it?”

“Fractals!” Marie declares in triumph, looking up from the hovering clipboard she was scribbling on, “Of course! That explains how the infinite recursion takes place in a finite magic field.”

“Yeah, fractals. It was fractals,” I agree in relief, as they’re pulling the sensors off of me, “It was just dividing space smaller and smaller around me, and I can’t call it rotating, but I just... flipped through that, like a playing card!”

“You could see that?” she queries in shock, “It always just looked like a really confusing flash of light, to me!”

“Not with my eyes,” I correct her, “When all those short distances become uh... infinite? It happened so fast, so I couldn’t really get a good feel for it.”

I then get to be teleported by about six eager unicorns, joyous in their newfound abilities, and curious as to what I’m actually experiencing. The sixth one screws up, obviously, because the fractal... spatial thing gets too close to me and kind of jams up against me, becoming really hot, really fast.

“Holy heck!” I squeal as I wink in, rolling on the tarmac trying to put out the smoking patches on my fur. Thankfully one of them knows a cooling spell, so I get the pleasant experience of feeling like I got dunked in ice water that was somehow totally dry.

“Sorry! Sorry!” the blue and green unicorn mare declares in shock, galloping up as the icy sensation cools me off, “It was really hard to... to do something that big! I swear I teleported a rabbit without anything going wrong!”

I think I cough soot, when I smile weakly at her and say, “Alright, so add a maximum mass limitation to your notes, and please...” I stand up level with her saying sympathetically, “Please don’t do that again.”

“I–I should’ve stopped,” she says, ears going down, “It was just... I knew I was having trouble, I should’ve stopped.”

“But you wanted to push yourself,” I reply, putting a hoof on her shoulder. Oh uh... yeah the fur on my arm’s looking a little more singed than usual. Hope that won’t need to be shaved, but I don’t think there’s any actual burns.

“And you did it!” I persist encouragingly, taking my singed leg back gingerly, “You teleported me just as good as everyone else! You just need to put a little more redundancy in the third ring, where you subdivide the perspective.”

Blushing, she looks away saying, “Yeah I... oh,” then she stops blushing and looks at me again a little surprised, saying, “I guess I could try that?”

I really don’t understand these looks I get sometimes.

When I’m not busy getting teleported, I find that Daredevil and I are about evenly matched. She’s about ten million times stronger than me, if she could ever get ahold of me long enough to get me pinned. Not to say Daredevil can’t move like a whirlwind, but it’s interesting how different she is from me, despite us both being earth ponies. I guess that would make her a tank, and I’m... DPS? I’m not sure what you’d call my category. The most I could ever afford was to read about people complaining about those online games, not actually playing them.

Daredevil’s personality is as strong as she is, but also nice. Daredevil invites herself to talk with me, Lucy, and even Sue, but she’s really cool about it, not to mention really cool. She has a lot of combat experience even from before being a pony, and it’s neat how she compares the two experiences. She’s also interested in our lives, listening quietly while Holly tells of how our group was defeated by the evil machinations of Twilight Sparkle. Daredevil’s jokes make me laugh, and well... make us all laugh.

And then she’s off with Dusty again, leaving me just to stare at her and... yearn.

Things are going great with the people I’m supposed to be having sex with at least. Holly really isn’t involved with any of the combat training stuff, and Lucy really is. Lucy can teleport, and set things on fire as well as Holly ever could. My unicorn friend has all sorts of weird variations on ways to disable your movements, from muscle locks to twitchy zappy nerve things, to feeling like you’re stuck in a solid shell for a moment, a lot of it because I keep finding ways to sneak out of those. Sue’s not that good at fighting actually, and mostly he’s been doing er... maintenance work, but he swears he’s cool with it. And we all sleep together, and do things together, and when we are... fucking, we try to be private about it, but sometimes that doesn’t always work out.

To that poor mare’s credit, she still holds out for a while, until it’s just too much for her to stand. She still jokes with me, and relies on me, and trains with me, and just sort of likes my company in general. The blue mare with pink and purple hair named Daredevil is like another Lucy, brash and rough, but really affectionate in her own way. And unlike Lucy, Daredevil is an earth pony! Lots stronger than me, but I’m still pretty strong, so we can really put everything into sparring together, without me being worried about breaking my surprisingly delicate unicorn friend.

So me and Daredevil are... grappling, to try and execute the pins Sergeant Browning was teaching this week. Of course we’re grappling, and I’m getting all close to her, and pushing up against her as we struggle to get the upper hand or hoof on the other, and trying not to think of how her teats are pressing against mine. I still haven’t decided how to get her together with Dusty, and... somehow also have them both to myself, so of course I can’t let her know I’m thinking sexually about her.

Ponies really are too flexible for most human pins to work, so the sergeant had to take it to more extreme stuff like... well, not exactly being hogtied, but certainly twisting and gyrating together. She slams me on my back eventually, and before I can react, she presses her lips to mine in a solid, desperate kiss. I... what?

I tilt my head so she can fit her lips against mine better and I’m so totally off guard by this that I don’t even think to try and pin her anymore. She squirms around, locking her hind legs with mine so that our pussies press together, and she’s soaking wet! Inhaling through my nose it’s obvious, but I didn’t even realize how horny she was.

She pulls free from the kiss, and with her greater strength... I think she actually could have me pinned, like this! I can’t lift my shoulders as she braces on my chest. All I can do is just vaguely cradle her between my arms as Daredevil growls in a voice dripping with lust, “I need this. Don’t fucking... don’t say anything you fucking... oh fuck I want your stupid sexy pussy.”

Then she kisses me again and writhes against me, trying to somehow rub her junk with my junk. I don’t know what to do! This is... she’s just so full of need! Oh god, my pussy’s tingling too, that prickly goosebumps feeling inside me that I know is getting aroused. It’s just so freaking hot how this... this candy colored mare is so lost in her emotions, rubbing against me, like a hurricane of lust.

The aroused mare pulls free of the kiss again, panting hard, saying, “Don’t... don’t run I’m... I’m going to Hell. I’m just gonna...” then she plants her hind legs on either side of me, and starts... rubbing her pussy on my belly. Just hunching over and pressing it to my... my teats and belly, and then up to my chest, saying, “I wanna do this I wanna... stick my dick in you and oh... oh god don’t hate me. I’m gonna... I’m gonna. Fuck, Meadowsweet, I saw you doing it.”

Stroking her tail between my thighs, Daredevil says in a heady lust, “I saw you licking... Holly the other day. You just shoved your face against her and... did you put your tongue inside her?”

“I... I did,” I admit tensely, arching up against the stroking of Daredevil’s soft silky hair. “Listen you don’t have to—”

“Shut up,” she says fearfully, crawling up my torso to plant her hind legs to either side of my head. “You’re gonna stick your tongue in me. I need something inside me. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna...” her groin hovers over my nose as she hunches over me hungrily. Then I kiss her down there, and she sinks onto my snout, begging, “Please, put your tongue in me...”

Her moan is more of a shout, when I slide my tongue into that mare’s hot, drenched pussy. I push deep, and curl around in there as she mindlessly humps my face, because that’s what she needs right now. Then, as her moans die to blissful satisfaction, I slide my tongue out of her, and start licking her vulva, lipping at them just like Lucy says is good, and rubbing along her clitoris as it winks out pushing against my tongue.

It isn’t long before Daredevil’s even more of a panting, sweating mess, sitting on my face. “I’m gonna cum! Meadowsweet, I’m gonna... I can’t believe it!” she declares in shaky excitement, “Keep doing that! Please keep unh... God, I need it innnn.”

Well I certainly listen to her, and she grunts in satisfaction as I lick deep within her, patiently palpating her clitoris as I do, and lipping at her vulva to tease it out of hiding. She quiets, barely rocking against me now as I work myself past her cervix, to taste the irony depths of her womb. “How the... fuck do I cum...” she pants, “It’s filling me... how’m I gonna... ohh fuck it’s... hnhhh...”

She starts to hump hard again, then shudders to a stop, then her tight whine turns into a squeal as her vagina starts to convulse around my tongue. Hanging onto my head, she pants, “Oh oh God oh oh...” as it happens to her. I feel her powerful grip as she shudders again and again. As her moans quiet, her vagina does too, until Daredevil is just there, her cunt smooshed up against my snout, slowly relaxing and breathing more evenly.

At last, Daredevil speaks guiltily, “I don’t want you to pull out,” she murmurs, “Soon as you pull out you’re gonna hate me. They’re gonna kill me. Oh god, oh god. How did I just—hnnnh!”

That last part is me sliding my tongue all the way out of her, so I can softly lap just inside her slit. I follow her groin as she falls to her back, humping in the air as I bury my face in her crotch. God, she’s so horny it’s incredible. I don’t want this to end either, because she’ll be sad then, and right now she’s just arching up against me and thinking of nothing but satisfying her needy cunt.

I make it into her womb before she cums again. I don’t tell her about it or anything, just greedily snake my way against her twitchy cervix, which clamps down on me as the gasping mare stares at my face buried hungrily in her groin, and I find the place where she tastes like iron inside. She curls around me, while I curl my tongue in her womb. She grabs my head, a tight squeal in her throat, and then bam. Daredevil’s shuddering against me while her insides regularly convulse around my tongue.

Her clenching surges in strength when I rub her squirming clit with the base of my tongue, and she belts out a cry, squealing, “It won’t—stop—!” Well good. I won’t let her stop. She’s flat on her back, moaning deliriously, totally limp outside of her hind legs jerking spasmodically to either side of me before I’m done with her. If she’s sad after this, I’ll eat my hat!

I don’t actually have a hat.

Pretty soon, even I can’t stop the post-orgasmic bliss descending on her. Her hind legs grab intensely around the back of my head as I slide my tongue out of her. She relaxes again though, untwines her legs from my head, and lets me loose from that deep labial kiss. Lays there just breathing for a few seconds, then rolls to her side to curl in the fetal position, mumbling unintelligibly.

I stand up, looking down at Daredevil’s lost expression with unease, before asking warily, “...you okay?”

The blue mare freezes. Then she turns to look up at me in disbelief.

“Am I okay?” she squawks incredulously, “Am I okay?”

“Look, I’m... I’m fine!” I tell her, scraping the ground a little angrily. Not at Daredevil, but at this whole... thing. “Fine, you raped me. Whatever. You weren’t hurting me, you weren’t doing it because you don’t care about me. You just got horny, and... come on, I was practically humping you in that wrestling match! I was clearly asking for it! And I was just too clueless to realize you wanted me! Daredevil, if I knew you needed it this bad, I would’ve done this ages ago! Why didn’t you tell me?”

A pause for her to stare at me like a deer in headlights, before I groan and facehoof at my own cluelessness, muttering to myself, “Oh sure, just tell your crush you wanna sit on her face. No problem, right? Easy peasy.” Looking at a warily standing Daredevil, I smile weakly, and say, “It’s okay if you didn’t tell me. I would’ve rather you did, but you’re still my friend, even if you wanna uh... stick your dick in me.”

“Tha-that was pretty dumb,” she says with a nervous laugh, “I was gonna have to... to run. Just disappear, and you’d all hunt me down, and I tried to tell myself it wasn’t worth it, all the terrible things that’d happen if I t-tried anything.”

“Thankfully this is the real world, and not some slasher flick,” I tell her, feeling just a tad jaded at Daredevil’s distress, “I don’t care if you rape me, as long as you care about me, and respect me. If... if you ran, that would have been worse.” My voice aches with too much pain, as I ask her, “You think I would rather lose my friend than get raped? I got dumped once, pretty bad, and that felt way worse than any time I got raped!”

“...I’m your friend?” she asks, meeting my eyes in shocked hope.

“Yes, you’re a—” I start to say, before she interrupts, blurting out,

“You got raped more than once?!”

“Yeah it... technically yes,” I admit testily, “But they say they just had sex with me without asking first, and it’s not rape somehow. I think it is rape, and they’re just afraid to call it that, because they don’t want it to be, but I swear it’s no problem! It’s just really hard to just... get consent every time. H-how long have you wanted to...?”

“Ever since we met,” she mumbles, staring downward, “You were just so cute and nice, and I wanted to... I wanted to be a man again. I–I’ve been kind of stalking... I just wanted something , even if you didn’t know I was... watching.”

“Oh, you... were w-watching us, right,” I say, looking sideways at her.

“Not in a... okay yes it was in a bad way, I just... I saw you with...” the blue mare blushes, saying in tenuous excitement, “Holly, through the window. I–I mean you don’t even pull the curtains and—”

“Oh, maybe we should,” I murmur, looking down and frowning.

“No!” she blurts out, as I look up to meet her green eyes, “No that’s not... necessary,” she says, and with her blush and droopy, swishy tail she looks seriously self-conscious about her actions. “I won’t uh, spy on you if you don’t want,” she says, “I just... you know...”

...

“Did I ever tell you how I met Sue and Holly?” I ask my chagrined friend, with a shy but not so shy smile. At her headshake, I continue, “I was feeling so... horny like you, and they weren’t even tempting me with getting close to me. I just couldn’t help it, even though they barely knew me. I saw them heading off to have sex, and... well, I spied on them.”

“You did?” Daredevil asks, giving me a vulnerable and hopeful look uncharacteristic of the normally tough mare.

“I didn’t mean to... but yes, I did spy on them,” I insist, trying not to scrunch out of embarassment, “And I got caught. Um... it went better than expected.”

“I’ll say,” she says in amazement, “If you’re still with them.”

“That was the... second time I got...” I tap my chin in cautious calculation, before admitting, “No wait, the third time I got raped. I should’ve just consented, but I just felt too guilty to ask for anything, and well... Sue took care of me either way, so I didn’t have to consent. It would’ve been... stupid if I said yes please punish me with sex.”

“But I forced you, even if you didn’t want it,” Daredevil says guiltily, “I thought you didn’t! And I thought I had to force you, because I just wanted it so bad. It just started happening, and then I had to do it, because you... you wouldn’t ever let me touch you again, I thought.”

“It might have been bad if I didn’t want it,” I say uncertainly, “I guess you just... lucked out? I wouldn’t try that with anyone else, and if you feel like you’re gonna, just... talk to me about it okay? And if talking means sitting on my face, then go ahead.”

“Y-you’re unbelievable, Meadowsweet,” Daredevil says, distantly. She takes my hoof in hers, gently, then strongly, then pulls herself up to hug me, rubbing against my shoulders, curling her neck along mine, saying relievedly, “It felt so good! You were just going in me and it was just amazing. Just give me a... a chance and I’ll never rape anyone ever again thank you so much...”

She starts crying somewhere in that, so I just spread my imaginary wing to cover her with, and wrap my foreleg around her, as Daredevil tells me of her forbidden dreams, hopes, and fears as a my little pony, and as herself. And we’re... friends now.

So I’m still trying to work out how to tell Sue and the others about what I’ve been doing with Daredevil. Or Dusty’s group, for that matter. For now, I’m just laying in bed with Sue, Lucy and Holly, thinking idly about various things. Thinking about the times I’ve been involved in teleporation experiments, and how they work. Drifting off to sleep, thinking about just how confusing it is to try and understand what’s going on. Not even the unicorns seem to understand exactly what they’re doing, and if we’re gonna turn that minor teleportation into a portal to Equestria, we’re gonna need to figure out exactly what they’re doing, before we even try it.

Thinking about Daredevil...

I wake up suddenly, my eyes snapping open, as I sit up in bed, shouting, “Oh!” and Holly rolls off where she was lying on my chest, with a protesting squeak. “Sorry, sorry,” I whisper to the sleepy bat pony, still in bed in the pre-dawn light, “I just had an idea, no big deal.” She goes to sleep again, and I squirm off the bed to vaguely scrawl my idea on a piece of paper, before spitting out the pencil and crawling back into bed.

Thankfully it’s an idea that has nothing to do with Dusty’s group or Daredevil at all. I stop my own training early that morning, to head over to the space manipulation area. I keep on trotting right past where a group of earth ponies are trying to pull a rabbit out of a hat, coming up to the cluster of unicorns that my friend Lucy is among.

“Hey, Meadows, what’s up?” Lucy asks, after she’s done teleporting a rabbit somewhere, around the same time that those earth ponies I passed start getting really excited about something.

“You remember that idea I had this morning?” I ask her eagerly, “I need you all to teleport things past me!”

“Uh, the things don’t actually travel through the space in between,” Lucy says cautiously, “Otherwise they’d hit the walls and stuff.”

“No, they sorta... it’s hard to explain, but I just wanna try something,” I insist, “So you and your unicorn buddies, and anyone, I just need them to teleport stuff past me.”

Lucy and a few others set it up, with some old shoes that they were using as an example of things to teleport, since we sure don’t have any other use for shoes anymore. I situate myself between the object and its destination, then hunker down. Their best teleporter winks a shoe to the target behind me, and eyes lighting up, I declare, “Yeah! Do it again!”

She levitates another shoe, ready to teleport it, as I explain, “See, the space in between does sort of interact with the source and destination. You just have to...” and once she winks it out, I kick to the side to demonstrate, and this... weird ripple goes out from where my hoof connects, but only for an instant. Then my kick follows through, and I’ve got a shoe flying off to the side, only halfway to its destination.

“Holy crap, can you do that again?!” the teleporter mare exclaims, eyes wide as saucers.

“I–I think so,” I tell her, shaking out my hind leg, “It’s just kicking the... space in between, like I was gonna go get the shoe, and if I time it right uh... yeah try it again.”

She tries again, and whack, another shoe bampfs into existence the moment my hoof strikes the sweet spot. She tries again, and I uh... miss. I don’t even know what I’m aiming at! Not the shoe, but the... concept of having the shoe be hit with my hoof?

But point blank, it sometimes forces the shoe to wink back in, halfway to its destination!

“How did you think this up?” one of the science ponies asks after again measuring my heart beat and stuff with sensors as I knock another shoe out of the... place.

“Well, you know, how you wake up sometimes, and you figured out the problem you were thinking about last night?” I tell her, as she sticks a sensor on my forehead. Huh. I apparently have actual brain waves.

“But you can’t even describe this in words!” she asserts beside herself with excitement, “You had an idea that’s indescribable in your own native language!”

“Well, I’m... not that good with words, I mean,” I tell her shyly, “Maybe it’s just that?”

I show them what I wrote down last night, but it doesn’t help much, since all I wrote down was “teleprt kiick th e space thirgy.” They have me draw a diagram of what I’m doing on the chalkboard, and that doesn’t work so well either, because as soon as I get to the twirly part where you kick the thing, the chalk in my mouth decides to teleport to a random location in the room. I wish I could say I was amazed and delighted at this relatively consistent feat of magic, but we have to turn the room upside down looking for it, because I keep running out of chalk!

After I finally manage to draw something, I look at it, and it’s kind of fractaly...ish? “I’m not very good at drawing either,” I say glumly, looking at my crudely mouth-drawn stick ponies, with that weird scribbly... thing going on with her hind leg.

“Yeah, we’ll uh... we’ll analyze this,” the science pony says conservatively, “See if we can figure anything out.”

Then they actually stretch yellow caution tape all across the wall and the chalkboard! To stop anyone from erasing my thing, I guess?

At any rate, it has me seriously buoyed in spirit, because I figured out a magic trick that no one else had thought of before! I don’t even think the show had anything like that! And it’d be really useful, if they were trying to teleport bombs past me. I could just kick the... uh...

Okay maybe not so useful.

“Mrs. Meadowsweet?” a pegasus asks from above. I look up and...

Oh.

No, it’s not a pegasus. It’s a... human.

His uniformed body towers over me in ways I’m acutely aware of. “They’re preparing for another dialog with Equestria,” the human—I mean—he says, with an... expression on his flat face. “Dr. Peterson said you wanted to observe?”

“Oh! Yes,” I declare, scrambling to my hooves from where I was sitting on my belly. I’m standing before him on... four hooves, and... he’s... not. His short feet are broad, sideways against the floor, only two of them holding him up, as if he were a constantly reared up... bear or something. Ugh, why am I so different?

“Just uh... lead the way, mister...?” I tell him with an uneasy smile up to the man.

“Sergeant Roberts,” he says, sort of... angrily? As if he was gonna flatten out his ears and lash his tail, except he hasn’t... got those. “Though I’m mostly just the man with hands these days.”

“Oh, right, hands!” I say nosing curiously at his—he jerks his hand away, and I realize what I’m doing. Blushing, I back up, saying, “Sorry, it’s just I have to do everything with my... nose these days.”

“It’s no problem... miss,” he says, with a definite delay in the ‘miss’ part. There’s something... ugly about his words. Too... polite? I don’t know. Oh god, maybe he thinks I’m a pervert for... doing the thing that practically everybody knows I do now. “Of course you don’t want to actually shake my hand,” he grumbles irritably.

“No I can um...” I sit back on my haunches, until my feet are as flat to the floor as his. Reaching out a foreleg, I say, “Pleased to meet you mister...” and he wraps his huge, bony flesh fingers around my entire hoof u-uh...

“Roberts,” he reminds me, politely shaking my hoof and then letting me go.

“Right, Sergeant Roberts, sorry,” I say, planting that hoof and trying not to freak out or anything, because whatever Twilight did to me, I’m not gonna let her get away with it!

“Lead on, then,” I state carefully, standing and walking past him, brushing his legs with my tail to make sure of... something. And wait, why am I in front, if he’s leading? I look back and the human—I mean Sergeant Roberts starts to swing his long legs, moving steadily forward past me.

I have to resist the urge to trot up ahead of him again. He knows the way, so why would I want to be in front? I just feel... antsy with him walking in front of me. I can’t explain it.

“I think Twilight made us nervous of humans, or... something,” I tell him, ambling alongside the lumbering black clothed beast. Maybe if he wasn’t so big, but Jesus Christ is he big.

“Oh of course you’d think it’s all Twilight’s fault,” he says dryly. Wait, what?

“No, it... m-maybe it’s my fault?” I say uneasily, tiptoeing around beside him, looking up at the stoic expression on the uniformed man. “I just haven’t really been around hands for quite a while.”

“Yeah, your whole life,” he says... again, kind of meanly? He startles then, and looks down to me adding, “Your whole... pony life I mean. After you got ...transformed from humans.”

I look up at him worriedly. “Is everything alright?” I ask, “I didn’t mean to offend you. It is kind of sad how I can’t even really act human anymore. It must be so... scary.”

“It must be?” he asks suspiciously, as I stare toward the laboratory we’re approaching way over there.

“The people you know, who got turned into ponies,” I say with sinking ears, “They try to be themselves, but we can’t even think like we used to. How could you tell we didn’t just... replace the people you love, like some sort of cute bodysnatchers?”

The man stops in his tracks, making me stumble forward a few steps. “Why would you say that?” he asks nervously. I think it’s nervously. Staring down at me like some kind of predator.

Looking up again at the... man who’s staring at me, I say, “You know Brian? She’s a pegasus, and she’s really good with biology, but that... scares her. She’s so scared that maybe we’re just... ponies who got tricked into thinking we used to be human, and the real Brian is...” I swallow nervously, “...gone.”

He stares at me for another moment, before looking forward again and starting to swing his long two legs in a walk again. “That might be a concern for some,” he says neutrally.

“I can’t imagine when it happened though,” I say as we arrive at the laboratory, “I was perfectly human, then I just sort of collapsed into a pony.”

“Collapsed into a pony,” he says skeptically, holding the door open for me to enter.

I walk inside, and he follows me down a hallway, as I say, “Yeah you know, like when they transform?”

“I was several hundred feet underground at the time, so I didn’t actually see that,” he remarks dryly. “Just came up top, and there were a bunch of ponies lying around.”

“Well, you sort of collapse into a blobby weird sort of thing,” I tell him, as he pauses to punch in the code on a password locked door, with his weird finger things. “But I could still see, and hear a little. And feel.”

The door opens, and once again he lets me in first, following after it swings closed.

“Your fur just starts growing in like crazy, and everything else is all weird ripply colors too,” I tell him, “I couldn’t tell when it was happening to me, but you sort of... shrink into your limbs and pony shape and such. My sister could move her wings, even when they were still forming. You start feeling like you can move your arms and legs again, and then you’re just a pony lying there, really confused.”

“...we’re here,” he says neutrally, stopping at the door into the lab.

“I’m just trying to say,” I say hastily, butting up against the side of his leg, “There wasn’t anywhere I could’ve died in there. I just fell down, felt weird, got up on hooves barely, and saw a pony in the mirror.”

“Well of course you don’t think you replaced a human who died,” he replies crossly, “That’s what you’re programmed to think!”

“I... can’t deny that,” I say with a frustrated stomp, “But I mean all my memories could be totally fake then, and maybe there never even was a human called Meadows—”

...

“...called Anton,” I tell him evenly. “And maybe he did die and I replaced him instantly, but Twilight Sparkle did that, not me. I’d never do that to anyone, and if I could, I’d save Anton’s life, t-though maybe not if I had to die, but I just dunno what to tell my friend, and she’s not even a human! She’s one of... of us. Whatever we are.”

He actually laughs at that last sentence, saying, “Hell I don’t know. Anyway, you have permission to enter.”

Sergeant Roberts lets me into the main laboratory, a room full of ponies, electronic monitoring equipment, and a great glass window on one wall, the experimentation chamber beyond it.

One of the ponies, a deep green bat pony with a shock of brown hair immediately recognizes me. “Ah, Meadowsweet!” Artemis declares, trotting up to me. “Thank you, Sergeant Roberts,” he says politely to my large companion.

“Yes sir,” Sergeant Roberts says politely, “I’ll be in the lounge if you need me.”

“Alright,” Artemis says cautiously, and Roberts sods off, while Dr. Peterson also walks up to me, the little blue and pink unicorn filly chirping happily, “Art here says you wanted to see how we were communicating with Equestria. We’re about to have a scheduled meeting so to speak, where they’re gonna be waiting on the other side so they can read our message.”

“Sure,” I reply, as Sergeant Roberts makes his way out of the room, “How do you send messages to them? Is there a wire, or...?”

“Check it out,” the filly says, climbing up on a bench that’s scooted up against the window. Dr. Peterson presses her nose to the glass with a light tink of her little bitty horn joining it, and I look over her at a darkened chamber, with a pedestal on it, and a glowing red bead shining on whatever’s on the pedestal.

“That’s the original tape,” she explains in a loud whisper, “That somehow has a wormhole to another universe punched in it. What we’ve done is point a laser beam at the anomalous point of origin, and by pulsing the beam, we can send them messages in Morse code.”

Sighing and drooping her tail a little, the unicorn filly settles on her haunches on the bench, looks up at me and says, “They don’t have any computers, obviously, otherwise we could send pictures and documents back and forth. As advanced as they are in magic, I fear, from what we’ve learned, that their technology is quite primitive.”

“Well, they don’t have opposable thumbs so...” I say, giving her a swift shrug of my tail.

Dr. Peterson laughs brightly at that, saying, “That’s certainly true! I think their magic must be itself some form of biotechnology, that we humans with our grasping appendages never developed. But I have to admit grasping appendages aren’t nearly as much of a problem, if we keep our intelligence. Most of us have still been able to at least operate the equipment, even if it’s sometimes a matter of hunt and peck.”

She purses her lips then, gazing down again at the laser, and I have to resist the urge to nuzzle at the ears on her round little head. So... adorable. I wonder if she’d ever consider wearing pigtails.

Of course the government has to ruin everything. “What’s she doing here?” a strident voice declares, as Major General Carey struts in, with an entourage. The purple haired, pink furred unicorn filly gives me an irritated look and doesn’t even speak to me when she says, “Get her out of here.”

One of the uh, entourage ponies moves towards me but before I can scramble out faster than you can say “Yes sir!” to a cute little filly, Dr. Peterson steps up and states with ear-quirked confusion, “This is Meadowsweet. She wanted to see the—”

“These are class-i-fied negotiations!” the major states insistently, and she actually has to pronounce the syllables classified like some kind of school kid that is so adorable, “And she doesn’t have any security clearances.”

“What’s she going to do, leak Equestrian secrets to the Russians?” Dr. Peterson asks irritably, and before the two little unicorn fillies can angrily confront each other, horn to cute little horn, I shout,

“It’s fine, really! I just wanted to see the um, setup, sorry! You can keep your messages secret! It probably doesn’t concern me anyway, and I can just trust whatever you say they said, right?”

The pink filly general looks at me with cautious suspicion, then says, “R... right.”

“Why do the Equestrians get to know more of our secrets than a United States citizen?!” Dr. Peterson declares vehemently.

“That’s enough Dr. Peterson,” I snap irritably. Her ears go down, but I’m already disappointed at not getting to see it, so why’s she trying to keep stringing me out like this? “I already said I was leaving. You don’t need to... escort me.” I look uneasily at the general’s entourage as I say this, then I just... leave.

Snorting an entirely too cute huff, I stride stiffly out of the room, pulling the door closed with my tail, standing in the hall before I relax, sighing. “It’s always something,” I mutter, sulking my way out of the laboratory, where I find a handful of foals busily playing in the snow laughing and rolling balls of snow along the ground, a sharp contrast to those few furious fighting foals within. Seeing that gets my mood up a little, and it’s not like I needed to know those secrets anyway. They’re the government. They take care of that stuff. I head over to see if those foals would let me play with them, and only wonder about what’s going on in there a little teeny bit.

No one’s really talking about it, but... okay, maybe some people are talking about it. Okay Brian is talking about it. A lot. “We’re doomed. That’s just it. The whole world is doomed,” Brian tells me bleakly at lunch, again. “I’m pregnant. You’re pregnant. If even half of us are pregnant, that’s still orders of magnitude higher rate of reproduction than even human beings.”

“So, we’re gonna overpopulate?” I ask with concern, around my own mouthful of slowly chewing hay.

“Humans are already overpopulating!” Brian declares, around nibbling nervously at a seared musky deer steak, “If we’re reproducing ten, twenty, fifty times as fast as humans... we’re a global superpredator. A genuine global superpredator, with no natural predators hunting us. If we can’t control our reproduction, we’re gonna cover the globe in ponies, drive anything made out of meat extinct, then eat each other until we die off!”

“It can’t be like this all around the world,” I say skeptically, from where we squat next to our plates of meat, salty squash and hay. “Most girls in the base here didn’t used to be girls, so we weren’t trained in... not getting pregnant, like real girls were.”

“Isn’t Lucy a real girl?” Brian asks, with a cautious look my way before eating, “I thought she was with your...”

“...thing, yeah,” I admit, sheepishly. “Mira’s pregnant, too, and she used to be a girl. But I don’t know if they’re exceptions. Oh, and also Blaze. Uh.”

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s our gender change that’s doing this,” Brian says caustically, a bit of squash on the tip of her nose before she licks it off. “I can’t even blame real girls, even if they were taught some secret anti-sex lessons. It’s just so much... harder to resist!”

“Not harder to resist but it’s just... easier to do,” I counter cautiously, “I’ve done stuff that I’d never have the guts to do as a human, even if I was a human girl.”

The green pegasus frowns at that, but looks down at her plate, saying reservedly, “A lack of inhibitions, yes. It just feels so natural to... do these things that should be shameful. We’re bloodthirsty predators, and it doesn’t even bother us. It doesn’t even bother me!”

“I feel bad for Sue and Holly,” I say looking down at my own plate. Couple of scraps left that I can just sort of hoover up. Chewing, I add, “They were vegetarian before all this.”

“Well they’re not now,” Brian declares conclusively, “Though I think not many humans would stay vegetarian without access to beans, eggs, milk...”

“Lots of beans up here, but not much milk,” I agree.

“But back in our original barn, we were stuck with nothing,” Brian replies, “That’s when everyone started going crazy over meat.”

She sighs again, adding, “Crazy over meat, and over getting pregnant. And now we’re all gonna have babies, all 7 billion of us on the planet... well three quarters of that amount, but still.”

“Maybe it’s... not that much?” I try weakly, “Maybe you’re missing something.”

“I can’t imagine how I could possibly miss something,” Brian says bleakly, “I was...” she looks at me, then whispers, “I-it’s kind of hard to miss getting pregnant.”

I start to blush at that, but... we’re the only ones around right now, so I give a little smile instead and say, “It feels pretty good though, doesn’t it?”

Brian blinks, before really blushing and saying “I... meant morning sickness.”

“...oh, well, right,” I say, clearing my throat and looking the other way.

Brian swishes her tail behind her, then says, “It’s okay, you can... I don’t mind if you talk about that stuff. It’s just natural, after all?”

I look up to meet her pale purple eyes, bite my lip, and try asking, “So, how was your first time?”

Brian’s face falls in regret, smiling sadly as she says, “Pretty terrible, actually. I dunno if Jack was a jerk before transforming, but he sure was a jerk, and he just left anyway.”

“Oh, he was one of the ones who...” I say, face falling with sympathy as well.

“Yeah, he left to find his family,” Brian says, droopy tailed, “I think part of it was me. I–I just started crying after he came in me once, because I couldn’t stop getting pregnant, then like a day later I was sticking my butt in his face, tempting him to... wanting him to impregnate me.”

“I can see why he’d have an issue with that,” I say critically, “But it’s not your fault. He’s the one making you feel that way in the first place!”

“Well, I wish he stayed,” Brian says resentfully, “Because Richard was just... ugh.”

“Ugh?” I ask cautiously.

“She was a friend of Jack’s at the convention,” Brian tells me, “And she knew a... stallion named Mark who was in on it.”

“In on it?” I ask worriedly.

“Richard turned into a mare, but she... she and Mark liked to force me to consent,” Brian says, flat-eared. “They said they knew what I was doing with Jack, and they’d tell everyone I was just a pregnant... slut, if I didn’t let Mark have me too. She never had sex with him in front of me, so I didn’t... know if maybe I was the only one.”

“Jesus,” I tell her in shock, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know you were doing it!” Brian says, red-faced, “You weren’t exactly advertising your... thing with Sue, and that rumor about you and Nick didn’t even surface until we got to Ainsworth. You’re really... naive?”

Brian crosses her eyes, saying, “No, not naive. Inexperienced? You just seemed like the kind who was... innocent about that sort of thing.”

“I wish I had told you just how not innocent I was,” I say regretfully, “If they were scaring you with that I’d have told you I was peeing in front of Sue, just to let you know you’re not the only weird one!”

“You were peeing in front of Sue?” Brian asks incredulously.

“I-it’s a horse thing,” I tell her with a blush.

“No, it really is a horse thing!” Brian declares, “That’s a thing for ponies, too?”

Blinking at her, I say, “I think so? You’d have to ask um... Holly. She was the one who... knew about how we should do that. W-we hardly even do it anymore though.”

“I would hope so,” Brian says wryly, “But yeah, it’d have been nice to know. Peeing, really?”

“Yeah, just lift my tail and... well it was just on the ground, but...” I say blushingly, “Then he smells it and... likes that, and... then you’re really horny.”

“I’ll have to try that next year,” she muses, “Or maybe the year after. I’d hate to think what it would have been like if Richard knew about that though, or Mark. Or Greg.”

“How many jerk boyfriends have you had? ” I ask in horror.

“Too many,” she groans, “Mark was the worst though.”

“He does sound pretty awful,” I admit.

“It was so creepy,” Brian shuddered, “They made me say I wanted it, every time. Mark would even tease me, until I was begging for it. And as soon as I said yes, he’d just be... on me and in me and I freaked out, but he wouldn’t stop, and I never asked him to stop because when I did, he would stop. ”

“I... kind of understand?” I say cautiously, “It really sounds like you wanted him to stop though, in that situation.”

“No I mean, Mark and Richard would get so disgusted with me if I told him to stop, and Mark would pull out then they’d make me sit there, empty,” Brian says fearfully, “I just had to sit there wanting it while they told me I... I didn’t deserve it, and that I was just a liar and... and worse things too.”

I wish I had wings like Brian, so I could wrap them around her, but I lay a foreleg across her back at least. She doesn’t resist as I feel my fur settle against the silken feathers of her folded wing. She leans against me slightly as she says, “So the next time I just... pretended I wanted it, and tried not to freak out, just so he would finish in there and they’d leave me alone. They were okay as long as I... consented. I-I’m so glad that they left once we got to Ainsworth.”

“I dunno what to tell you, Brian,” I tell her softly, “They had no excuse for bullying you. I guess some people are just... screwed up, even as ponies.”

With a slight laugh, Brian pushes away from me, saying, “That was the worst it got, thankfully. Greg was just... weird.”

“What happened with Greg?” I ask concernedly.

“I happened,” Brian said, rolling her eyes. “When Mark and Richard left, I was... I mean we all were going nuts by then, but I thought it was because I no longer had a stallion to... finish in me. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I don’t know. All I know is Greg could smell me, and I could smell him, and, I mean I presented for him. How could I not? He was just... out, and I wanted it so bad. I tried to tell him no, but...”

At my understanding nod, she says apologetically, “I would have said no if he asked, but once he mounted me, I... well, I wasn’t exactly begging for it, but...” blushing, Brian admits, “Okay maybe I was begging for it a little.”

“Hard not to beg for it, when you start feeling it,” I tell her sympathetically, “It just does things to you, when you feel your... vagina. When I start getting penetrated, I can’t even think about anything else.”

“Yeah! Yeah it was all I could think about,” Brian replied gladly, “I didn’t want to move. I asked him to... cum inside me. I just got so hungry for it. And then it kept happening!”

“But you didn’t want it?” I ask in slight confusion, “I mean, this is a bad thing, right?”

“I wanted it, I just couldn’t control myself!” Brian says with ears tilting back, “S-so I started avoiding him, but...”

“But?” I ask sympathetically.

“But he started following me, and just... kept on doing it,” Brian whimpers, “I let him do it, I mean. I wanted it once he started. I told him how much I loved him and wanted his... his baby in me. And it felt great. Not orgasm, but you know?”

“It definitely feels pretty amazing to me, even without orgasm,” I say thoughtfully, “I usually orgasm though.”

“Maybe that would have helped,” Brian says bleakly, “I kind of broke down later, a little bit. When I started getting morning sickness. He didn’t care though. And he wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Did you tell him to leave you alone?” I ask worriedly.

“I told him, kind of,” Brian says uncertainly, “I told him to stop following me because it was going to make me pregnant, since I couldn’t resist... since I wanted him inside me so badly. He just smiled at that, and I told him I was gonna let him do me right now, that I was a fucking girl and I couldn’t stop wanting his baby. Then I turned my ass and...”

Brian scrapes the ground, snorting in frustration. Then she sinks her head and sighs.

“I don’t think he ever talked to me,” Brian says miserably, staring at the ground she scraped, “He would just come up and start having sex with me, and he didn’t need to say anything, b-but he didn’t say anything. I only found out his name was Greg from his friend, who said that Greg knew we were... that females were desperate. S-so I knew it was wrong, and that he was just using me, so I went with Luke, so that Greg would leave me a-alone.”

“...did it work?” I ask.

“Kind of,” she says with a grimace, “Greg didn’t like to... share, maybe? He was just committing to going full horse, I guess, but he didn’t have the guts to fight Luke, so I was... okay. Even if Luke also kind of... used me, but I owed him one, so... it was technically consensual?”

“Doesn’t sound like it was very fun though,” I point out solemnly.

“Yeah, well then Luke... told me I wasn’t pretty enough,” Brian says, lashing her tail all the way to its base, “And I told him I don’t care, and he says as a woman it’s my duty to... and then I didn’t have anyone.”

“Have you ever been with someone who wasn’t a jerk?” I whine softly.

The green pegasus mare just shakes her head sadly.

“Do you wanna be with someone who isn’t a jerk?” I venture.

“I wish I had,” Brian grumbles angrily, looking away from me, “I just ignored my urges. I was a girl, who wanted to be with guys, and I just ignored it. It just built up, until I was so desperate that I went with the first jerk who told me to lift my tail. I should’ve... just had sex with a nice guy, and not tried to avoid them until some asshole forced the issue.”

“It might’ve been nice if you did back then,” I tell her critically, “I wasn’t asking about what you should have done though. I mean now.”

Brian looks at me curiously.

“Would you like a nice guy to be with?” I ask her a little flustered, “Like, now?”

Sighing, Brian looks away and admits, “I think so, but I’ll probably just pick another jerk. I guess I’m really bad at judging guys. I should know exactly how they work, but I don’t, so I can’t really trust myself to try again.”

“...what do you think about bat ponies?” I ask thoughtfully.

Brian turns an ear my way.

Author's Notes:

Don’t look now, but I think Meadowsweet might be considering shipping Brian with somepony she shouldn’t.