My hoof connects and it’s all over. The pegasus goes tumbling mid-flight, and scrapes the ground as he sinks into the snow. Only his elbow pads get scraped up though, sliding on them across the ground to a grinding halt.

“Go Meadowsweet!” Lucy cheers from the bleachers. Both of my forehooves slowly connect with my own face. We’re in the pegasus training area today, a somewhat larger cleared out space than the unicorn area, with just enough room for a flying pegasus to manuver... mostly. Lucy is sitting on the unused truck we affectionately refer to as “the bleachers” and cheering me on for some reason.

“Could you possibly go find something else to do?!” I call out to Lucy in exasperation.

“That’s the spirit!” Lucy says, hopping happily on the hood of the truck in a manner suspiciously remniscent of a certain pink party pony who shall not be mentioned in polite company.

“No, that was really good,” the orange pegasus stallion whom I toppled says as he comes striding up. Various forms of uncomfortable padding adorn his and my body, which is good for me, at least. “I didn’t see it coming at all,” he continues, “You should try faking out your movements more.”

“Yeah it just seems kind of... sneaky,” I tell him with a wince. Before he can protest, I stammer, “Not–not that I wouldn’t do it to Twilight Sparkle! I know I should focus on that more, and I’m trying to. I just don’t know.”

“Well, good job, still,” he says, patting my back with a wing. Ouch.

With a phony smile, I tell him, “Hey, after losing the last 7 matches, I had to succeed at some point, right?”

“Goooo Meadowsweet!”

I think my bruises have bruises.

Let it not be said that I’m an extremely good fighter. I’m pretty good against unicorns, off and on against earth ponies, but pegasi continue to flummox me. Impossible to track, difficult to hide from, I keep finding myself a sitting duck in any open sort of sparring situation. About the only way I could consistently beat them is if I played dirty, like kicked snow in their eyes.

Of course when they’re required to stay on the ground, I win more often, uh... sort of. You’d think disabling a pegasus’s wings would be easy with how most of the wing is feathers, but most of the wing is feathers. When they’re stuck on the ground, they spread their wings as you engage with them; flap them right in your face, all big, fluffy and confusing. It’s practically impossible to get ahold of them because the feathers slip through just about anything, and have no resistance to tell you even grabbed one. Then you end up accidentally sticking your whole leg through a wing, where the feathers catch your arm and... yeah. I’ve gotten pinned more than once, with my arm trapped in one wing, while their other wing just sort of slapped on top of my face so I couldn’t see, or smell. Wings are OP.

I guess it’s a sort of rock paper scissors thing. Earth ponies can flummox unicorns pretty easy, at least earth ponies with any familiarity with that unicorn’s spells. A lot of my sneaky not-really-powers seem to act to counter some sort of unicorn’s spell, at least. Pegasi don’t share that adaptability though, and they’re big colorful targets up in the air, those who aren’t white as clouds or blue as the sky that is. So unicorns can just zap them every time. But of course, once a pegasus is up in the air, there is not much an earth pony can do to stop them, much less defeat them.

Bat ponies, for all their scariness, kind of get the worst of all worlds. Something that would’ve just ruffled through the feathers of a pegasus’s wing will scratch that of a bat pony. Not that we’re engaging in anything risky of damage to anyone’s wings. They just can’t fight with wings spread, and keep them tight to their sides until they’re up in the air and ready to fly. So no wing buffetting to speak of. They’re a little bit resistent to unicorn stunning techniques, but they don’t speed up as much, or as quickly as pegasi do. They still remain somehow more agile in the air, and can twist and turn to avoid obstacles and other ponies. So they can get defeated by all three, but have some advantages over the other three tribes, like the campfire lighting thing, or the catlike pupils... which make seeing in the dark easier. I say “easier” because with our gigantic eyes it’s pretty impossible not to see, even in low light conditions.

That’s my experience, at least, sparring with mostly trained military people who’ve been unceremoniously dumped into weird bodies they don’t even know how to walk with. I’m a decent fighter for a civilian, but I’m guessing my time spent fighting with Twilight Sparkle helped a lot with that. She was someone actually trained by Equestria, while all they’re getting here is some cryptic morse code advice from Equestria. Against a native Equestrian, it would end very quickly and messily for all of us I think, regardless of what tribe they were in. But I take what I can get.

And Crystal can’t... hide it anymore.

I mean, none of us can really hide “it” at all, because we’re still all going around naked for the most part. The few humans among us can’t exactly sew cute little pony outfits for all of the rest of us. It’d be too warm with all this fur anyway. Being unable to hide her pussy is not Crystal’s only problem though.

She’s a sort of greenish blue pegasus, with a mane of green and blue stripes, and pretty purple eyes. I don’t really know her, except seeing her kicking ass in the flying exercises above my head. She’s kind of been... skipping exercises though, I hear from Brian, and pretty much avoiding others. I try to approach her once and she just flies away, and what am I supposed to do about that?

Well, eventually I just sneak up on her, and introduce myself, saying “Hi! You’re Crystal right? No wait don’t fly away! I just wanted to introduce myself!”

Crystal hovers a moment, then drops heavily to the frozen ground with a crunch.

“You probably know me,” I say sheepishly, “After everyone made me give those stupid speeches. I’m Meadowsweet, though.”

“Well uh, pleased to... I mean we’ve been living together, so... yeah,” Crystal says, her high alto tinted with dissatisfied confusion, and her wings slightly spread in an odd way, as she faces me head on. “So... hi. If you didn’t want anything, I guess you can... you know, whatever.”

“Brian was telling me—” I say hastily as she tries to take off again, “...about you,” I continue cautiously, as Crystal returns warily to four hooves, “She’s worried that you’ve been skipping exercises, and avoiding people. I uh... had to sneak up on you, sorry. I’m kind of good at that.”

“Y-you sure are, heh. I didn’t even...” Crystal says with a half smile, “Glad you’re on our side.”

“It’s not that great,” I grumble, “But yeah I’m glad I can be useful.”

An awkward silence falls, in which she won’t meet my eyes.

“So... is everything alright?” I ask, giving her a sideways look.

Crystal’s ears very briefly dip downward, and she asks tensely, “You used to be a guy, right?”

I think my relieved smile does the talking for me, but I still tell her, “Yup! It’s no big deal though. Might as well act like a girl as long as I look the part.”

That makes Crystal blush oddly enough, and the green and blue pegasus asks shyly, “So... did you... ever start wanting to get pregnant? Like actually want it?”

“I uh... only when I’m... in the process of... I mean having... you know, sex?” I say hesitantly, not sure how to answer such a personal question without sticking my foot in my mouth. I’m going to stick my foot in my mouth, aren’t I.

“No I mean, did you ever really want it?” she asks persistently, leaning towards me, “Like right now if you could... be pregnant, would you?”

“It’s not like I have any choice about it now,” I grumble entirely too cutely. My expression turns to worry as I ask, “Why? Did a stallion have... sex with you?”

Crystal gives me a look. Uggggggh.

“You could say that,” she says enigmatically, then folds her wings and turns slightly sideways, so that I can see... oh. Oh.

“You’re showing,” I say numbly, at the small, but noticeable swelling in the green pony’s flank. It can’t be fat, because we don’t have enough food to pig out on, and the rest of her isn’t fat, so it could only be...

“N-no one else is!” Crystal says in blushing frustration, hiding her belly with a wing again, “I look like the only girl who... who is such a girl, she just went and...”

“...had sex with a stallion,” I finish for her.

Crystal stops fluffing her wings angrily, and sinks sadly back to herself. Herself and... a little more. “I didn’t even wanna,” she says lamely, “At first. But after we started doing it, I just started... it started making me think about things.”

“Is the stallion here with you?” I ask cautiously.

Crystal shakes her head. “No, he left pretty early on,” she says, “But I definitely deserved... to get pregnant back then.”

“You really enjoyed it,” I suggest quietly.

“I really enjoyed it,” she says in wide-eyed emphasis. “You don’t even know. It was better than any...”

“No, I know,” I say to the suddenly blushingly silent pegasus, giving her a reassuring smile, “We just... feel like being girls, now.”

“Y-yeah, we do,” she says, with a nervous giggle, “Even though you were a guy, it just sorta feels amazing. So that’s why...” Crystal lifts her wing and slides the feathers along her bump, “...this.”

“I wish I knew what to tell you,” I say with sadly turned down ears and tail, “Sorry you have to... be like this.”

“Well I don’t mind being like this,” she says perkily, “It’s just I’m the only one.”

“You don’t?” I ask in surprise, “You mean you want to be pregnant?”

“Well—no—but...” she says, scrunching, “It’s just...”

“No, no it’s fine if you do, I’m just surprised,” I hastily assure her, with friendly up-turned ears, “Most people don’t want to be pregnant. It’s... kind of cool that you do. Since you are.”

Her smile of relief is telling enough, but she turns her body more sideways to show me, saying excitedly, “It’s just so cool! That’s a pony! Inside me! I’m growing a real pony, just by standing here!”

“It is cool!” I say, looking with wonder and fear at her bulge, “I was starting to wonder if our bodies even could do that.”

“Well they can,” Crystal says, biting her lip and adding, “And I’ve been eating a lot, and working hard to grow a pony in me, and I’m doing it! Y-you want to touch it? You totally can.”

“Oh, could I?” I ask, stepping forward towards her.

“Yeah, go ahead,” she says, even lifting her wing out of the way.

Curling my foreleg around her green belly, it’s strikingly firm, and round.

“It feels really good to... rub,” she says hesitantly, “Or whatever you know.”

“Like this?” I ask, stroking along her wispier furred belly.

“Like a massage,” she says uncertainly, “N-never mind, it’s stupid.”

Well I try lifting her up in my arm so to speak, and she immediately sinks against me, a satisfied groan escaping her. Her wing tries to fold on my head, but she lays it across my back then, while I use firmer palpation to... soften her belly up, I guess. It really does feel tight, though I’m not sure if that’s tight muscles, or pressure from within.

“Thanks, it just gets kinda achy sometimes,” she says in a quite satisfied tone after I’m done exploring her slightly pregnant belly. “It was amazing enough when we turned into ponies,” Crystal says, fluttering to stand separate from me again, “But my body can grow a pony. I can grow into a pony. It’s like I’m turning into two ponies, one out here and one in... here,” she wing pats her flank again. “And all I have to do is just eat, and I just grow like that.”

“Wow that sounds pretty... weird,” I tell her, and at her look I add, “But in a good way! I mean it’s really great you’re actually happy with it. Aren’t you worried about giving birth?”

Her ears tilt down a little. “Yeah,” Crystal says, looking off into the distance, “Is it weird if I kind of... want to give birth, sometimes?”

“Oh no, I uh...” I don’t know how to say this politely! “Sorry I don’t mean to be crude, but I um f-fantasize about that sometimes, too.”

“It’s like... it’s a muscle right?” Crystal says, heedless of my hemming and hawwing, settling on her haunches and looking down at her slight bulge, “I can just imagine it squeezing down really hard n’ stuff, and stretching uh.”

She looks at me worriedly, before admitting, “As weird as it is having a vagina, it feels really good to stretch.”

“Oh, I know, I imagine that too,” I tell her, leaning forward with interest, “Where it stretches you, but from the inside it’d be so...”

“Incredible,” she finishes with a wistful sigh. “I know it’ll be really... hard, but to see a pony coming out of there, my pony baby, I just wanna...” Crossing her eyes and frowning, she puzzles over her words, before declaring, “Stretch the hell out around her and just have her like squeeze outta me.”

“God, yes,” I say, sinking my head. “Vaginas are so sensitive, but sometimes you just wanna... freaking abuse the darn thing. I guess it’s instinct.”

“Not like I have any choice about giving birth, right?” Crystal says with a nervous smile, “So it’s okay if I wanna do the whole thing, like even give birth?”

“Yeah, I just wish we didn’t all have to do it,” I grumble, lifting a leg to eye my own flank for any... swelling back there.

“Maybe we’ll be lucky, and I really am the only one?” Crystal offers hopefully.

I have to laugh, groaning, “Wouldn’t that be nice.”

It takes Crystal a while to work up to letting everypony see what’s happening to her, but I think I help break the ice at least. Seeing Crystal just standing there, or flying above me, just growing a foal in her makes me feel... there is something incredible and beautiful about it, but that means this is real. It means I’m going to do that. I feel fine now, and she actually seems okay with a baby in her, but... there’s a baby inside me, and inside us all who had sex. How are we going to deal with that? There’s no way we all can get an abortion any time soon. What’s giving birth going to be like? Am I going to... love my child? I don’t even know them! I just don’t know how to feel about all this.

Our herd continues to train and learn, and hunt, and... even farm, a little, even out here in the wilderness. The fall has fallen swiftly to winter though, so our days of growing food are pretty much over. No matter how good you are at it, there’s no growing plants in thick snow and subzero temperatures, so it’s pretty clear we’re going to have to get by on what food we’ve managed to acquire so far.

It’s alright though. The humans—who I still haven’t really got to know very well—can drive us to places to commandeer supplies, and we haven’t yet been snowed in so badly a four-wheel drive can’t get through it. The apartments we live in aren’t too well insulated I imagine, but they’re nicely heated, and they will shield us from the wind and snow. The main laboratory building itself is very sturdy, and large enough for all of us to fit in, if some truly crazy weather comes blowing through.

Oh and as for stockpiling, there is all this hay. We’d been gathering the stuff in preparation for winter, and now that it’s here, anyone can just go and take some to put in their apartment and munch on with their friends. It’s quite soothing, and our digestion at least seems slow enough to get some energy out of it. I certainly know it doesn’t resemble hay coming out the other end!

The filly known as Major General Carey only drove in recently, and hasn’t been with us this entire time. Not sure where she came from this time, but she made sure to bring supplies, including a bunch of honest-to-gosh actual not-a-dream beef jerky, and I really can’t complain about that. There’s enough for all of us, a little at least, and it goes really good with hay.

It snowed pretty heavily last night, enough to leave an inch or so to start melting in the sunny morning. It’s definitely getting colder, and I’m certainly glad for a full body fur coat. Looking at myself in the mirror, I think my fur might actually be getting thicker. I don’t think horses have winter coats, though, so why would my little ponies?

It’s definitely true we’re not in Ainsworth anymore. That town was outright toasty compared to here. It’s almost as if we were right back in Minnesota, considering how cold and snowy it’s been getting. I try not to make a habit of guessing though. The less I know of our location, the less I can blab about it to Twilight, either from some magical influence she has on me, or just me being an idiot.

Our training and research continues on. The general tries her best to maintain top security, but it’s only a matter of time at this point. They need our help to experiment with what they’re learning from that portal, and we can’t do that unless we know what that is.

Then one frozen November, the gloves come off. Or would they be boots? Either way, the Major General looks disgruntled, as the filly named Doctor Peterson stands before us in their assembly hall / lecture building. (Not the sort of thing you’d expect to see in a military installation!)

“Alright everyone, it’s time we shared some of our research findings with you,” she states clearly, “Classified or not, we certainly can’t do this without your help, so I trust you all were listening to the general’s speech on the consequences of revealing this classified information...”

The general’s very impassioned speech about classified information was all well and good, but what everyone actually cares about is Dr. Peterson’s best attempt to explain what we’re going to do. Apparently the portal to Equestria has similar properties to a teleportation in-progress, and by sort of teleporting from a nearby generated space, we should be able to stabilize the wormhole enough to increase its aperture.

It kind of makes sense, too! You just do the thing where you shove space in between two flat plates to make them stick together, despite the growing gap in between them. So the plates kind of pull towards each other as if they were touching, but you can even walk between them. Then unicorns attach their teleportation to that pully connection between them, and do the teleport thingy on the wormhole and it... expands.

I may be really bad at explaining things, but it is kind of obvious, given the fact that the portal’s more of a pinch than a cylinder that needs to have a non... space thing in the middle of it. A four dimensional thing could make a whole sphere, but a three dimensional magic... thing could press them together flatly like a pinch and... yeah I am definitely bad at explaining things.

It doesn’t exactly keep me up at night to think that we might be secretly being manipulated by some master plan of Twilight’s to make everything even worse, but it probably would be, if I wasn’t so tired of worrying about that stuff. General Carey’s obviously keeping secrets from us, and she goes to mysterious locations. Is it to contact Twilight Sparkle in her new secret lair? Whoever has a high enough security clearance isn’t allowed to say specifics, but at least Artemis and Dr. Peterson seem completely unconcerned.

“There is absolutely nothing we’re telling Equestria that could possibly benefit Twilight Sparkle,” the brown and blue bat pony named Artemis tells me, after I express my worries to him for like the millionth time. “I’ll be quite honest, that Princess Celestia doesn’t seem concerned with Twilight, so much as helping us get better from what Twilight’s done to us. I can’t talk specifics, but Celestia’s aid has been immeasurably helpful in integrating the manifolds of Twilight Sparkle with a greater universal panopticon.”

I’m going to pretend I understood any of that last part.

“I only wish we could just tell the princess about our problem,” Artemis sighs, “It’s wonderful to be learning so much from her, but all this spy stuff is... well, I suppose it is what I signed up for.”

He then rolls over on his back, from within the huge tub of water that Artemis is bathing in. I say huge because it’s a normal bathtub and (sigh) ponies are small. But it’s hard to find time to hang out with the busy bat pony, so I take advantage of the fact that he kind of talks with me until we amble into his apartment, and he enlists my help in filling up the tub. The water’s cold, but not a huge deal for ponies I suppose. So here I am perched, reared up on the edge of the tub, while Artemis is getting enviously clean.

“What can’t you tell Princess Celestia about?” I ask curiously, then twitch my ears self -critically and clarify, “You don’t have to tell me if it’s classified of course. I didn’t even know we had a problem we couldn’t tell her about!”

Artemis lifts his head up and gives me a look. “The problem of turning every human being on the planet into a pony?” he says dryly.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” I grumble, glancing away, “That.”

“All they ever say to her is that there is a rogue agent turning people into ponies!” Artemis whines, flopping back again and winging through the water. “We’re getting advice on turning back, and apprehending Twilight Sparkle, but we need to know how to live as ponies. How they even have a civilization at all, without opposable thumbs!”

“I guess the military is just being careful,” I tell him warily, “For all we know, everypony in Equestria is as bad as Twilight.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he laughs bitterly, “It’d be hard to form a civilization without opposable thumbs, but downright impossible if everyone was that awful.”

“Well... people aren’t that awful by themselves usually, on our side,” I say, trailing a hoof in the water, “So whoever made her that way, they’re probably in Equestria somewhere.”

“It’s probably not any worse than our world,” Artemis says, splashing up to my side, “Lots of crazed monsters come out of just normal human society.”

“Sometimes I wonder about that,” I reply with flat ears, “When people go bad, there’s always something wrong with... their upbringing. Isn’t the problem our normal society, if part of our normal society is doing that stuff and creating monsters?”

“I don’t think abnormal societal elements count as normal,” Artemis points out wryly, “Hey, you wanna climb in? You’re smelling pretty... ehm...”

“Oh, yeah,” I blush, well aware of how I’m smelling. Like Dusty, specifically. And dust. I am a very dirty pony. And also a very dirty pony. Rearing up from holding the lip of tub, I spring over the edge, sliding forelegs first into the water.

With a shock of cold water, I’m submerged. I pop my head out, hind hooves vaguely touching the bathtub floor as my tail spreads out in a plume of soft green hairs behind me, and the water gets a lot dirtier. I can feel the smells of me and others, and just general stickiness slipping off me already. “Thanks!” I tell him in relief, lifting a foreleg to push my bangs out of my eyes.

“No problem,” the drenched bat pony says, affectionately pressing his nose to mine. We swim together and splash each other, and I slap his face with my wet tail totally on accident. I think the best thing about baths is I don’t have to smell him, but I can still be in close quarters with a stallion. Not that I have been feeling any special compulsion to follow a stallion’s scent lately. This pregnancy really is keeping my libido under control, even if I’m so not ready for the end result of it. But swimming is just... neutral territory, as far as pony love goes, I guess. Just one way I’ve managed to find to curtail Artemis’s need to mount me, cum inside me, and fall head over heels in love with me.

Another one of those ways is a good friend of mine: a green pegasus scientist by the name of Brian.

Go figure, Brian and Artemis hit it off really well, just as I’d suspected. Brian’s smart, but not too smart, so she’s basically following his line of thinking like a puppy. Artemis is acting like someone who’s lived most of his life not so much surrounded by puppies, but surrounded by retarded ferrets who can’t follow his train of thought at all. This student/teacher thing just pops up between them, since Brian is technically a grad student, and Artemis is technically a professor (albeit a research professor). And I am a horrible person, because Artemis is a married man. Even if his wife is also a married man.

But, I got tangled in it regardless when I started fucking Artemis, and that’s probably why I’m standing on the threshold of a shower stall, looking nervously out towards the door, while further inside, Artemis is mounted on top of Brian, the two softly moaning and grunting as they move together, against each other, and within her. I’m supposed to be the lookout, since these are technically public showers, though with it below zero and snowing out there, nobody’s gonna be thinking of heading over here any time soon.

I hear an especially loud gasp behind me, and I look back at the two worriedly. Brian’s staring past me, the little green pegasus mare tense in Artemis’s hooves as he fucks her, “She said she’s... orgasming,” Artemis says breathlessly to me.

I head back to them, smiling encouragingly at an open-mouthed Brian. She manages to eke out in shock, “Didn’t think it would... feel this... good!” And then she’s staring forward and huffing in the characteristic squeaks of a tight orgasm.

“Haven’t you orgasmed before?” I ask her, as Artemis hauls up into Brian and holds there.

Brian squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head tensely, orgasming so hard the base of her tail is rhythmically jerking against Artemis’s hips.

Looking up at Artemis, I tell the man in heartfelt honesty, “Artemis, you are amazing. You don’t even know how good it feels to orgasm around a penis. And I don’t think she’s ever felt this before.”

“She... said something to the... effect,” Artemis says with difficulty, holding his penis inside the orgasming mare. “How? Has no one ever... heard of cunnilingus?”

“Cunniwhat?” I ask, tilting my head, “No, it’s just because you licked her for so long, before you mounted her.”

Artemis gives me a look, then looks down at his mare, saying adoringly, “She’s becoming... still in there.”

“You okay, Brian?” I ask the mare.

She rolls her head, moaning, “Hohh, just... keeps going...”

“Yeah it does,” I reply, nuzzling her in warm sympathy.

Artemis starts thrusting again, Brian’s breathing grows harsh, and it doesn’t take much to convince the post-orgasmic mare to singlemindedly fuck the man inside her. Artemis is close, too. I barely have time to check the door again, when Artemis’s thrusts change to being short and deep, and Brian snorts intensely, stomping a hind hoof at the feel of it.

“It’s happening,” Artemis murmurs, looking down at the pegasus in awe, “Brian, I want to... fertilize you... nnh... I’m in you... my penis is... hnh huhh hunhh...”

The stallion heavily sinks into Brian, straining against her rear. She stares beyond me with her tight whine turning into a gasp, as the thrill of a spurt of semen erupts into her, so I kiss her.

I dunno, it’s just what I do.

I kiss Brian, and she moans intensely, kissing back, eyes slipping closed. Thus Brian gets to stand there quietly kissing me, while from Artemis’s erection inside her, she feels spurts of semen ejaculating up into her womb. Excited and calm, pregnant and impregnated, female and... female. It’s the best way I could possibly imagine to be a girl. As long as she has to be one, I’m so happy that I could help her feel like this about it.

So me and... them aren’t really a thing. I do manage to stop fucking Artemis on a regular basis. But now instead of committing adultery with my pussy, Artemis is eagerly tapping Brian’s. I know he should be faithful to his wife, but the stallion’s look of wonder as he enters Brian, and seeing Brian’s look of wonder as she knows she’s on the cusp of orgasm again, as she comes to hunger for his semen instead of merely anticipate it, it’s just too beautiful to destroy. I should never have helped create it, but... it’s just too beautiful not to create!

I couldn’t stand it if my friend had to get raped by some jerk just to get laid. Brian needed Artemis way more than I did. And there’s still no excuse, and I haven’t solved anything. It couldn’t possibly end well, but I can’t take it back. All I can do now is try to soften the blow... by talking to Artemis’s wife.

Or stalking her. Stalking is good.

It’ll only take a few miracles at this point to make it work out between me, Brian, Artemis and his wife. At least with Brian... occupying Artemis’s time, I don’t have to keep fucking yet another stallion in my life. No promises on his wife. I’m feeling quite happy with Sue and Dusty though, and Holly’s pleased as punch to come to a singing orgasm for me, right around the time that Sue’s cum starts leaking out of his penis between her legs. I’m doing fine, and definitely not hurting for sex. Quite honestly I’m getting exhausted from also having sex with Daredevil.

I still don’t know what Daredevil likes so much about me, but it’s wonderful how she can hold me so steadily in that strength of hers, yet touch me so gently between my legs, until I’m writhing in her arms, kicking in the air as my womanhood takes me and fills we with wonder. It actually doesn’t happen a lot though. Sometimes we’re just touching each other then just... holding each other, and sometimes we even drift off to sleep. It’s definitely not as urgent as back when I still needed... someone to impregnate me. But Daredevil’s not pregnant, so she’s gotta be feeling horny, and there’s no way I can give her what she needs. So that’s why I should have seen this coming.

I hear it before I see it. Quiet moans and grunts of ponies mating with each other, except I can hear Dusty and Sue behind the door. Excitement and shock fills my yellow furred face, because I thought I was the only one of us who did that! I thought there was something wrong with me, to want Dusty and Sue both at the same time. But now, I push open the door to my apartment, declaring in wonder, “Lucy! I didn’t think you were gonna do that. This is so incredi—”

There are three ponies in the room besides myself. Sue on one end, doing the actual fucking, while Dusty on the other end takes care of a mare’s oral needs. And to the blue furred earth pony in between them, with a pink and purple mane and tail, I say bemusedly,

“You’re not Lucy...”

“Hey uh, Meadowsweet,” Sue says with a nervous smile, “This is totally what it looks like.”

Between Sue and Dusty, Daredevil stays silent, not even moaning as she looks at me with one frightened eye.

“S-surprise?” Dusty says awkwardly, yet not quite pulling out of the quiet mare’s mouth. “We wanted to tell you but... thought it’d be better just to show you, Daredevil wanted to...”

“She wanted to find out what it’s like to be a mare,” Sue says passionately, hugging Daredevil’s hips to him. “She wanted to... fuck me and Dusty, just like you... all at once.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask Daredevil with a flare of disappointment as I edge into the room. “Are you pregnant? I didn’t even get to see a stallion cum inside you the first time! I—I wanted to see it happen to you, but I thought you didn’t want it!”

“This is her first time,” Dusty says passionately, and wait, what? “We just penetrated her,” he says, hugging Daredevil’s purple maned head to his groin, “We wanted to... show you instead of telling you.”

“Oh,” I say in shock, “Oh so...” I watch the two resume fucking her, and it is a beautiful sight. Both big stallions humping powerfully against her, the blue mare with pink and purple hair breathing stiffly through her nose, with her eyes scrunched shut, and her ears flat back um...

“Hold on, this is too much!” I shout in a squirrelly tone, trotting forward. “Isn’t it... kind of overwhelming to just do it all at once?” I ask the doubly fucked Daredevil plaintively.

“She wanted it that way,” Dusty says with a frown. “Wanted her... first time to blow her mind.”

Daredevil has her eyes opened now that the two stopped thrusting, at least. She blushes at the sight of me seeing her though. Doesn’t seem inclined to separate from them, but...

“Yeah, but she can’t even tell you if it’s overwhelming!” I protest, “Has she even had a stallion inside her at all before?”

“Look, she was licking me and I just started... okay fine,” Dusty says gruffly, “It does seem kind of... sketchy, now that I think about... you know how hard it is to think when—!”

He pushes off of Daredevil’s shoulders, leading Daredevil to gasp for air. “Thanks, Meadowsweet,” Dusty grumbles, blushingly.

Daredevil’s panting, “Couldn’t... breathe when he shoved it into me, what the fuck I thought...”

“You can breathe through your nose, but you have to breathe on the out-stroke,” I tell her sheepishly.

Daredevil’s answer is to suck in a shocked breath and stare forward, as Sue begins thrusting into her again, declaring in unbelieving amazement, “I... I have a dick in me!”

“It’s a lot different from anal sex, I’ve been told,” I dazedly relay to her, “You were saving this for... me? You’ve never done this before, and you were saving... this? ”

“Didn’t think it’d be this... different,” Daredevil says, bracing against the stallion’s thrusts, sweat trailing down her side despite the relatively cool interior of the apartment we’re in. “I can... feel where he’s gonna cum!”

“Y-you’re gonna get pregnant you know,” I warn her helplessly.

“Wannit so bad, ” Daredevil whispers huskily, falling to steady panting, as she and Sue earnestly mate together. Rocking there, just... humping, and it’s Sue, not Dusty! I didn’t even know Daredevil was into Sue! “My belly’s getting... huge like you,” Daredevil murmurs in a daze, “Gonna fucking... birth my fucking foal right inna your vagina. S-sue, Sue. Sue, are you gonna... cum in me?”

“I’m gonna cum so hard,” he rumbles, balls swinging as he prepares to impregnate her. “Your body’s... making me cum in you.”

“Oh god you’re just gonna... squirt it outta there... in me!” Daredevil gasps, “Fucking... slamming your... cum hole inna my cervix...”

“I swear this really was Daredevil’s idea,” Dusty says uneasily beside me, as I sit there bemusedly on my haunches watching the two sink into grunting, huffing, earnest fucking.

“Oh, I believe it,” I tell him distantly, “It’s just... most mares can’t handle that sort of thing.”

“Fuck you I can’t handle it!” Daredevil shouts angrily, humping hard against Sue’s groin, “Shove your dick down my... my throat and I-I’ll swallow it!”

A moment of no noise but grunts and soft slaps, and then Dusty says, “Well you heard the lady, Meadowsweet. Time to fuck her throat with your dick.”

“Seriously?” I ask him dryly.

“Please I can... I can do it...” Daredevil moans yearningly, “I wanna smell him again.”

“I-I didn’t say you couldn’t!” I protest, “Go ahead Dusty, I mean...”

As Dusty moves into position again, I ask Daredevil worriedly, “You really think you can handle it?”

“I can... take anything wimp like you can take...” Daredevil says looking at me with a challenging grin despite Sue’s gleaming cock sliding again and again into her thick rump. Just standing there, being herself, and getting fucked.

Dusty wipes that smile off her face by shoving his dick in it. Just climbs up onto her shoulders and smacks her in the cheek with his erection, and then she’s moaning, and licking it, as Sue fucks her forward into Dusty’s groin.

“You won’t be able to talk pretty soon,” I warn Daredevil as Dusty humps against her, “Anything you want to say before...?”

“I... I’m gonna be a mommy! ” she shouts wetly from under there. “He’s gonna cum in me! Oh god I’m... taking Dusty too unlgh...”

That’s about it for Daredevil’s empassioned speech. I have to thank whoever designed us ponies that Daredevil doesn’t choke on his cock. When you swallow something, you just... swallow it, and Daredevil does so enthusiastically. And I think she’s getting the idea how to breathe now. “Just remember, breathe on the out stroke!” I repeat to her, a longing in me to wrap my own tongue around that penis, as Daredevil is reflexively doing.

I watch for a while in grateful amazement, before telling Daredevil, “Seeing them both do it is incredible. T-that penis you’re swallowing, that’s what’s inside your vagina right now. Sue is thrusting it in you harder, while Dusty takes his time, but you’re getting rocked onto Dusty’s and... they’re surrounding you Daredevil it’s incredible!”

Daredevil’s left eye looks at me in adoring affection, she lifts a foreleg in order to give me a hoof’s up, and she still manages to fuck both of them on only three legs!

“They’re... they are kissing,” I relay to her, watching the boys brace on her and press their lips together. “I can never tell when they start kissing, when they do me, but they are right now. Dusty and Sue are kissing, and fucking you, and just using you like a table. I can’t believe you can do this!”

Daredevil just slams all fours to the ground and her whimpers grow more and more intense, as she stares sightlessly into Dusty’s groin, until Sue shoves deep, holds within Daredevil’s pussy, and announces, “She is cumming hard.”

Daredevil’s eyes have scrunched shut, and she’s quivering there between them, breathing in hot snorts through her nostrils with Dusty’s penis just emerging gleaming from her mouth. The two start fucking her again, and Sue starts getting more and more intense, just staring forward and rolling smoothly in and out of her. I—I nuzzle Daredevil’s side, then climb up on her back sideways, hanging there reared up on the rocking pony, seeking out Dusty as Sue moans, “Oh god I’m getting close!”

I get Dusty’s attention with a quick kiss, whispering to him urgently, “Dusty, you need to pull out again!”

“What? Why?!” he whines intensely, “I’m almost...!”

“No, no you have to cum in her vagina,” I tell him urgently, “She’s gonna get pregnant! Then it could be yours or Sue’s! You... you both need to...”

“God, you’re right,” Dusty groans harshly, “Can’t just... cum down her throat. Gotta put my... my foal in her.”

He pushes off Daredevil, who gasps for breath again, immediately upon his thick penis sliding out of her. “I felt the—holy crap...” she pants, “Sue’s... the flare is... holy crap it’s sealing me off. He’s... he’s...”

“He’s about to cum,” I tell her admiringly, “Your first time feeling a guy do it inside you.” Sue’s thrusting ceases, so I finish with, “Here he goes. You’re gonna be a mommy now. How’s it feel?”

“It’s... it’s deep and...” she pants, head hunched forward staring at me anxiously, “Is he really gonna make me pregnant? It’s so—hunnnh!”

Her head snaps up and butt pressed to Sue’s pelvis, staring sightlessly forward, Daredevil shouts, “It’s hot! Deeper! Just... just like you said!” Her eyes grow liquid as she shifts her hips against Sue, exclaiming, “Oh god I can’t stop taking every spurt!”

“You’re getting pregnant now. It’s what your body’s made for,” I tell her in an affectionate sort of melancholy as my friend stares forward, panting at the feeling of Dusty’s cum pumping into her vagina, “Taking his seed in. Most of it at least. It’s okay if he starts leaking out.”

“Fuck!” Daredevil cries out then, as Sue’s cum starts to pour down between her hind legs, “God damn fuck yes nnnh!”

Standing beside me and looking at Daredevil skeptically, Dusty asks, “Are you sure you can take both me and Sue?”

“Get inside me “ Daredevil growls at him.

She steps forward, giving a thick groan as Sue slides out of her pussy, spurting briefly under her tail. As Sue dismounts, the mare shudders there, dripping semen, sides heaving. She stumbles towards me and the other stallion drunken with lust, going right under Dusty’s chest and licking all along his shaft, tonguing the hole in the tip of its stiff length, moaning, “Ungh... this’s where you’re gonna start cumming into me. Spurting and spurting from there mnnnh...”

“Turn around, I need it in you,” Dusty says tensely, “Unless you wanna swallow it agai—”

Daredevil twists around like a snake, sticking her head and shoulders out between his forelegs, and then walking forward until his penis is slapping against her entrance. “Oh, you’re just... hooking it in there,” she says looking back, more like a giddy schoolgirl than a trained military officer, and then with a quiet but hearty moan, she faces forward.

“Fuck... Dusty...” Daredevil pants, as he sinks into her body, “You’re even thicker than Sue!”

“He’s a tight fit,” Sue warns her, “You should be loose enough by now though.”

“How did I get that monster into my mouth ... mmmmnh!” she declares intensely, then squeals tightly, as Dusty starts fucking her in earnest.

Well, this is almost a perfect situation. If Bubblegum were here, she could kiss with Dusty while he was losing himself in fucking Daredevil’s hot, slimy vagina. She could do it in midair, in fact! But Dusty’s lips remain unmolested, as Sue starts kissing Daredevil now, and I scoot underneath her and Dusty in order to do the thing.

“Ow, fuck!” Sue declares, jerking back, “Did you just bite me?”

“I... I ah... hahh ahh...!” Daredevil tries desperately to respond.

“I’m doing the thing!” I call out from under her and Dusty.

“Warn me next time!” Sue gripes.

“Sorry!”

The thing isn’t really anything special, mostly just enjoying this fucked mare above me. My chin gets slimy with her and Sue’s fluids, as inches away from me, Dusty’s penis is pistoning in and out of her. I nip at her little blue furred nipples, and suck at them one by one, with my hoof gently palpating her mound right where Dusty’s fucking her, to indirectly push her clitoris more firmly up against that slick, sliding penis. Because Holly did that to me, and we kind of worked out what felt best.

Dusty doesn’t stop fucking her until he cums, even though I know she cums, probably around the time I do the thing. Daredevil looks so... calm and confident in the end, just standing there fucking Dusty like she had no other care in the world. “Man, why didn’t I... why didn’t I do this from the beginning,” Daredevil moans gratefully, shamelessly nickering as he fulfills her in ways only a stallion can.

Then Daredevil’s eyes widen and she says with a girlish delight, “Oh fuck yes, you’re flaring too.” Dusty’s thrusts become short and deep, while she coos happily, “Gonna cum in me, huh big guy?” looking back at him with slitted eyes. “It’s okay it’s... feels pretty... good in me, huh? Better hurry, Sue’s sperm are getting me pregnant ri’now.” Eyeing him adoringly, the tough blue mare says, “You’re hardly thrusting anymore. Gonna start spurting? Gonna—”

They both groan intensely then, as the base of Dusty’s penis starts pulsing. Gazing at the stallion as semen floods into her womb, Daredevil relates intensely, “Fuck, you’re doing it too. You feel... different, woah. Holy crap, keep f-fucking unh... I hafta take it into me, and get pregnant. Unnnhh,” That last bleating moan is because Dusty starts pouring out between her legs even faster than Sue did.

“Meadowsweet, lookit me,” Daredevil pants, looking at me adoringly for some reason. “Imma fucking double mommy.”

“Y-yeah, you probably are,” I tell her with a sheepish smile, “In six months or so, you should start noticing a bump. You’re... growing a baby pony in you now.”

“Wow... wow, I... holy fuck,” Daredevil says, staring forward in amazement. “A-and it just happens to me now?”

“Right here,” Dusty says, snugging Daredevil’s thighs in his forelegs. “Right in these beautiful hips you’re growing my foal now, or Sue’s.”

“Wow...” Daredevil says looking at her hips and feeling that penis within them in awestruck amazement.

Events proceed naturally, and we’re all soon cuddled around Daredevil. She’s laying her head against my side, while the two stallions sandwich her in between them. “I have no idea how this is going to work,” I say in bemused frustration, “I wasn’t supposed to do anything with Dusty, but then you just do this with Sue and Dusty.”

“I don’t wanna lose you, Meadowsweet,” Dusty says fretfully, “You don’t need a... system or statistics. I don’t want you to find that last... mare for me. I want you to be with me too.”

“Well, I mean,” I say cagily, “Daredevil, do you... want to be with Sue?”

“I wanna be with you, Meadowsweet,” Daredevil says contentedly, “But Sue and Dusty were both awesome. How about we both do them both?”

“You’re okay with the others too, aren’t you?” I ask hopefully, “Holly and Lucy... and Bubblegum and Mira?”

Oh god, I’m going to be able to love all of them!

“Yeah, they uh... they’d do the thing that you do?” Daredevil asks hopefully.

“Yup,” I tell her happily, “Though you might find yourself doing it to them, when they get their turn with one of these two.” I glance between the glowingly content stallions on either side of her.

“We’ll have to check with Holly and Lucy,” Sue says evenly, “If they’re okay with it, I’m okay with it. And yeah I’m still okay with you being with Dusty too, Meadowsweet, so don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll ask Bubblegum, uh... heh,” Dusty shifts, saying cheekily, “Maybe I’ll wait until I’m doing her to ask. That ought to warm her up to the idea.”

“What about that girl, Mira?” Daredevil asks Dusty curiously, “Is she going to be cool with it?”

The rest of us share a look.

“Oh wow,” Mira says, some time later, fluttering up to a puzzled looking Daredevil after I break the news to my bat pony sister, “That has got to be earth pony endurance!”

“Hwuh?” Daredevil blurts out, taking a step back, “What’s being a... regular pony got to do with anything?”

“Well I tried it once, and Celestia’s tits ,” Mira says, landing and dramatically tossing her mane, “It was way too much. I practically ended up hiding under Dusty’s legs to protect me from the scary, sexy stallion who was just in my vagina.”

“Yeah, and then you insisted that Sue cum in you, anyway,” I say with a roll of my eyes.

“I just wanted to see if I was okay with it,” Mira insists stubbornly, “And it was great! Your other boyfriend totally came inside me.”

“And yet you’re still only doing it with Dusty,” I chide her lightly. Before her ears can wilt, I add, “And that’s a good thing! You feel perfectly fine with just him, and I’m the only weird one.”

“You were the only weird one,” Daredevil says, puffing her chest proudly.

“Dusty’s just always there whenever I’m horny,” Mira says with a helpless shrug of her tail. Leaning closer to me, she adds smugly, “Him and my totally lesbian sister.”

I open my mouth and close it again, then turn to look away so they can’t see me scrunch. It’s not very effective.

“You know I might’ve done that with you if we were both girls... before,” Mira says thoughtfully. I turn back to look at her in surprise, as she clarifies, “Me and the girls weren’t just going south to look at flowers, after all!”

Next to my completely-paralyzed-by-the-implications form, Dusty quips, “Technically that’s exactly what you were looking at.”

Hard to believe it, but Christmas is coming up again. I don’t usually even have reason to celebrate the season, but then again I haven’t had this many friends before. So I’m greeted with the fresh pine scent, as I walk in the dining room one day, and it looks like someone managed to cut down a tree! It’s perched in a crude planter by the wall, with a few ponies around it adding decorations. A sign next to it says “Add One Decoration each.”

We don’t have any ornaments, but you could’ve fooled me, considering what cool stuff unicorns can do with tin foil, or earth ponies with glass. Oh yeah, glass is... squishy for earth ponies when they handle it right, allowing the sculpting of glass without raising its temperature. Bat ponies have been putting folded paper ornaments on it, and pegasi have been keeping the tree watered and alive. Not to say that’s all everyone’s doing, but that’s what the overall job distribution looks like to me.

The pegasus and bat pony foals who are old enough to fly are really smug, taking care of all the top ornaments themselves. Everyone else who can fly is pretty much letting the foals do it. Because it’s adorable. I spot one of the humans putting an ornament near the top, some sort of photo, but I don’t recognize which one of the humans it is. The photo’s... I mean... it’s a photo of other humans. Probably the guy’s family. I have no idea how I used to distinguish between human beings before. They’re all practically the same color!

Someone makes an actual wreath out of needle covered branches pulled down from the pine trees all around our base. There aren’t any Christmas lights, or candles, but it’s... nice. The biggest part of the season for us is singing carols, because that’s what ponies do. I’ve never even had the opportunity to sing Christmas carols with others, and now it’s just... easy. It’s hard to resist, even, so why resist? We sing Jingle Bells at training. We sing Deck the Halls at lunch. I sing Silent Night with Sue, Holly and Lucy in our apartment, and then we fall asleep together, not even using the second bed. There won’t be any presents when Christmas comes, but I think it’ll be a wonderful time for us all.

The first time we open a portal, I’m told that I’m supposed to act as a mediator, like the bouncer at a club, except the only thing I kick out is unruly magic. We’re not entirely sure how it works, but Princess Celestia hinted at it, some other earth ponies have had luck, and apparently there is some science involved. We’re far away from the portal to Equestria of course, standing outside in the snow in the unicorn testing area. I wait there, trying to... feel static on my fur or something, not sure exactly what I should be feeling. A mare named Dr. Taylor (first name omitted) repeats that my job is pretty much just hanging around and “being a lightning rod,” as she calls it. So mostly I just wander back and forth, watching with fascination as the unicorns work.

I’m told that the Law of Similarity is the worst kind of hocus pocus, something that seems like it ought to work, but in reality is just total fiction. That used to be what people thought was the case, but I guess it was just convenient to call it fiction before we discovered it. I really hope ponies don’t have the power to make voodoo dolls or something, but what the researchers do is draw two very complex diagrams on two pieces of paper, both identical and unique, and that’s supposed to be important.

Separating the papers to either side of the whole field, the unicorns do work on them, while I help out by making some... portal stabilizing stuff, mostly by slamming some cinder blocks together with my rump, then biting on them to drag them apart, without... separating them. It’s weird. Me and this blue haired earth pony smack cinder blocks together, and every repetition, they get effectively closer, until they’re pulling together so tight, we can’t pull them separate anymore.

That’s what the unicorns... filter their magic into, to draw that attractive force into the space above the diagram. It’s somehow more special than just magnetism, or glue. With both unicorns working in sync at the source and destination, they tell me it’s like pulling two spheres together with telekinesis, until they intersect. Their cross section appears as a circular hole in the air above the diagrams, which expands to the size of about a dime.

Then all hell breaks loose.

The unicorns try to cut off all their magic, but it’s still happening! My blue companion and I are running around frantically in between the portals, but she’s leaving afterimages of herself as she runs toward the... thing, and I fall up into the air to hover in place with something trying to pull me inside out until I kick out to disrupt it. Landing, my tail is in front of my face, because the space I’m in just wrinkled around like that so I slam my hooves to smooth it out. Then the two portals vanish with a pop.

“Oh. Feedback. I see...” a very flustered and disarrayed Artemis says, fluttering down from where he and the rest of the winged ponies fled that crazy shit that kept making my head bigger and smaller. “Perhaps we need to open the portals farther apart.”

“How far apart?” one of the unicorns complains, also one of the science ponies, stomping up to Artemis. “The moon? The nearest solar system? We’re gonna turn the entire planet inside out, at this rate!”

“Well, the Equestrians said they had portals that were several cities separate...” Artemis says weakly, “Maybe we could try... twenty miles?”

Twenty miles is more than enough, it turns out, and with the unicorns straining to turn our cinder block energy into portal energy, something... goes right. The portal has a noticeable hum, deepening as it expands, and through it is... the camp they set up, 20 miles away. Astonished ponies stare back at me, who I only saw much earlier today, before they took the long trek down the road and through the wilderness, to a spot sufficiently far away to test things again. Everyone’s afraid to step through, but Dr. Peterson... she steps through. Others follow, and I gingerly avoid the humming white light that borders the portal, scrunching my eyes shut and just jumping through. I travel 20 miles in a millisecond, just by jumping from one spot to another.

As Artemis tells me later in reverent tones, that’s 11% the speed of light.

Author's Notes:

Here we go...