Sleeping is still a novel experience for both of us, but I think Nick and I are starting to get used to crashing on the nest of blankets next to the bed for the last month or so, with his little pony limbs curled in front of him every single night, that I can’t hug or I’ll start having sex with him. I think the strangest thing was falling asleep on my feet once. But that was stranger for Nick, since from my perspective, all I remember is standing there getting drowsy from watching TV, and then zoning out for a bit, before lifting my head and realizing I nodded off.

I didn’t even realize what happened, until Nick showed me the photos.

“I just... stood there for three hours?” I declare in amazement, half amazed at the sight of a pretty lemon colored pony with a soft whitish stripe through her cheerful green hair, standing there by the T.V. with her head slightly bowed, and her softly lashed eyes, closed.

“You seemed comfortable enough,” he said, “I didn’t have the heart to wake you. You’ve been worrying so much lately, I’d think you were Lily.”

“I even sound like her, don’t I,” I ask him in a defeated tone.

“What? No you sound a lot um... singier than her,” Nick replies, surprised.

“Singier?” I ask curiously.

“Yeah it comes with our new voices, I’m surprised we don’t both break into song,” he says, as a friendly tune comes to mind.

The song sticks in my head as we just... stare at each other. Then I tear myself out of it, saying, “I’m—not in the mood for singing, right now.”

He bites his lip at that, saying, “...but you were going to sing just now, weren’t you?”

“I... I don’t know,” I say, lifting up a hoof like... I don’t even know. “Do ponies really spontaneously break into song?”

“Well, humans do,” Nick points out, sauntering up towards me, to... do something to me, probably innocent. I still can’t help but shy away from him. He hesitates, hoof outstretched, then takes it back to himself. “They just...” he says bashfully, “Don’t usually do it in syncrony.”

I make an effort to stop jamming my tail up against my butt, looking back at Nick sympathetically. This is all so... weird, but I think I feel a little less weirded out by all of this, with him here to be weirded out with me. “Maybe I will sing later,” I say with a half smile, “Just to see how it sounds.”

He gives me back an easy smile saying, “You might not sound like a man anymore, but I really like your new voice.”

“A-as do I, yours,” I tell him shyly. Oh Celestia do I want to make love to him again. If only I didn’t have to worry about pregnancy, I could... could feel that happen.

Should I even want to have sex with him? What happened to my love of pussy? All I feel is just... achy and squirmy back there and I want it. Want him. Every time I wake up with hooves and a tail and... girl, I wonder how much of me is still me. But I haven’t gotten... worse, at least. I’m just feeling a little...horny lately, with no idea of what to do about it, aside from doing... Nick.

Twilight Sparkle continues to assault our little home long after she’s departed. The first thing I notice is the envelopes arriving in the mail. Well, Nick notices. After hear the postman walking away, we creep out from hiding, so that the postman doesn’t see us in any windows. Nick noses at the growing pile of letters beneath our mail slot curiously, then exclaims,

“Meadowsweet?” in an all too alarmed tone, “You should take a look at these.”

I amble over, lowering my head smoothly to peer at them with him. “I get tons of credit card ads,” I tell him a little sheepishly, “I never buy anything, but since I always pay off my bill on time, they just really want me on their plans.”

“I don’t think this is an ad though,” Nick says, looking at the envelope, “It’s marked urgent, and open now, and bill contained.”

“That’s silly,” I reply chidingly, coming to peer at them beside him, “I pay all my bills online!”

“We should look at some of these,” Nick says, after a few second pass.

“Yup,” I reply.

We stand there looking at the envelopes some more.

“Right, well...” I say, feeling my curiously motile ears drooping down, “When Mira gets back, she can open the envelopes, and we’ll figure out what this is about.”

“Hey, at least you have one more reason to make her stay human,” Nick says dryly.

I roll my eyes and gripe chidingly, “You only want to change her into a pony so you can get laid.”

Nick gives me a look, then says nervously, “Y-you know I could probably figure out condoms, and—”

“No, it’s way too risky,” I say tensely, feeling... squirmy at the thought of him... figuring out condoms with me, “I don’t want any more experimenting if... if I can get pregnant now.”

“You really want it too, huh?” Nick says, surprising me with the gentle sympathy in his voice.

“I...” I half turn away from him, lifting a hoof and admitting, “Yes, but it’s just b-biology. I get this sort of tingly empty softness back there now, not a... erection or anything. It makes me want to—”

Gulping, I dug my grave, so I may as well sleep in it. “It makes me want to not change back into a guy,” I tell him anxiously, “The more I feel it, the more I want things that a guy can’t... have. I don’t even care if it makes me a... a girl or anything, just... I want to do things like l-lift my tail, and have y—have someone inside me.”

I have to fight to keep my tail from bobbing up at those words. I can’t believe I’m trying to manage my own tail, to avoid being hypocritical about my new girl parts, but here we are. Settling to my belly in a huff, I moan, “Why does pregnancy have to be a thing? If I couldn’t get pregnant I’d let you mount me like a... like a pony, and I wouldn’t even hesitate!”

Nick takes a step back. We’re both surprised by my outburst, but well... we shouldn’t be! Because I’m horny, and I can’t get any, so of course I’m gonna outburst! “But just one drop in there, and—and I could be stuck for a whole year! Just having trouble, and getting bigger, and all that stuff girls have to do,” I tell him bitterly, “A-and then I mean... I felt like I was being torn apart when you put just your s-self in there, when you were h-human. Birth takes all day and I’d be unable to escape it all day with nothing but pain to look forward to.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Nick replies, “But that’s kind of hot.”

“How is—?!” I exclaim, struggling to my hooves in frightened outrage, as he holds up a hoof saying,

“Woah, woah. I mean in a badass Amazon sort of way. I mean I think you could do it,” he says, “It’s pretty tough, but you’re not as weak as you let on. You’d just... power through it, like you did when the university kicked you out. You just never gave up, you kept going. Plus it’s not all day. In most cases, only the last few hours are very painful, if that.”

“Are you trying to warm me up to giving birth?!” I shout at him shrilly, “I’m not a girl! I’m a guy! And... and there’s no way I could handle that! And... wait, how do you know anything about giving birth?”

When my voice dies down to honest confusion, the grey purple unicorn smiles and says, “I have had girlfriends before, you know. You get to wanting to know more about a woman when you’re sorta, but not really putting a baby in her. There’s plenty of accounts online.”

“W-well maybe we should... look at those sometime,” I tell him, relatively mollified, “Not that I’m trying to convince myself to have sex with you. There’s other reasons we shouldn’t do it. If it gives me a child—a pony child at that—then even if birth doesn’t hurt, if we end up on the run, I might not be able to... get enough food to make milk for it. You don’t want to see me wasting away, or a foal wasting away because I was too starved to make m-milk,”

Shuddering, I add, “It’s so creepy just imagining myself standing like this, while a foal sticks their nose in my crotch and just... having to stand there while they’re... nursing.”

“What do you mean your crotch?” Nick asks in confusion, “You mean between your front legs?”

“...no?” I tell him, lifting a hind leg, “Right in here, where my nipples are.”

“Your nipples moved?!” he blurts in astonishment, staring between my legs.

Blushing crimson, putting my hoof down, I say, “It’s the normal place for any quadruped! How did you not notice your nipples moved?”

“How did you notice?” Nick queries, flustering me a little as I think of the answer.

“W-well I saw them in the mirror,” I tell him shamefully, “They were... really obvious, actually. Uh... just... check between your legs, and you’ll see them.”

“You think I didn’t check myself out down there?” Nick says in confusion, “I don’t think I have any nipples, anymore. They just kind of... went away.”

“That can’t be right!” I protest, “You can’t have just missed them. Lift up your hind leg!”

“Ooh la la?” Nick suggests coyly, lifting his hind leg, revealing a wrinkled soft little package between his legs, under which is suspended a darker sac of some rather pendulous looking balls, that I’d like to...

“Look, just because I want to freaking... lick you doesn’t mean I’m going to do it,” I grumble, tearing my eyes away from his manhood, looking instead at his slim, tapering belly, which doesn’t even have even the tiniest nipples anywhere I can see.

“H-huh, I guess you don’t have nipples...” I say, searching around his smooth, grey, unbroken fur, with fascination.

“Maybe only females do?” he suggests.

“They’re not even breasts,” I breathe fretfully, “They’re just nipples. I didn’t think they were only there because I’m a girl,”

“It’s not like I needed mine,” Nick says testily, “Yours could actually make milk now!”

“I can’t even imagine that...” I say distantly, gazing between his legs, “That’d just... nipples’d be something so... female...”

After a pause, Nick says hopefully, slyly, “You know... you can’t get impregnated in your mouth,” as his manhood stirs—nope!

I hurriedly back up from him, when I’d rather rather be backing up to him, saying, “Y-you say that now, but I’m already...” oh boy, am I really? I do feel that goosebumps feeling inside, now that I think on it, like I’m—and then a teeny little trickle of moisture runs down my sensitive vulva.

“My body’s already responding, just from looking at you,” I tell Nick’s hunched form, anxiously crossing one of my hind legs, “Making me... ready for you. If we try to have o-oral sex, it’ll make me want it so much, I’ll just... just turn around and shove you into me!”

“You seem to have a pretty good sense of self control now,” he says intensely, hunched over as his penis starts... c-coming out, “Because I can’t stop thinking of... pounding that, and if you turned your back to me, I think I just might try it.”

“I–I don’t!” I protest, forcing myself not to look at his mottled grey phallus, but into his beautifully violet eyes instead. “I don’t have good self control,” I tell him cautiously, “I’m just avoiding stimulation, so that it’s not too hard to... resist.”

“C’mon, we could only do it a little...” he says with a pleading grimace, “You need it more than I do!”

“That is the opposite of avoiding stimulation,” I assert to him, backing further away with disappointment rising in me as I do so. That’s just my body, giving me negative emotions for not impregnating myself. “I’m going to go take another shower,” I say, my face hot with an unstoppable blush.

“Suit yourself,” Nick says, doing things that he should really not be doing, flipping his... his thick shaft to smack fleshily against his belly. He’s doing it on purpose, I know, because... because he wants to make me want him to cum inside. He wants me to see him doing it right in front of me.

“Sorry, I—” (slap) “I’ll just be g-going,”

“And I’ll be waiting here, thinking about sticking it inside you and creaming as hard as I can,” he says lustfully, as I scamper off skittishly.

Nick’s too far gone it seems. He’ll apologize later, after he’s... finished. For now, it looks like Nick’s going to... do the thing that rough hooves don’t seem to do for me. I think I would move heaven and earth at this point, if it would help me to orgasm. Why couldn’t I just let Nick just even lick me, just a little bit?

Instead, I get the consolation prize of standing under the steady stream of a cold shower. It... calms me down at least, a lot better than when I was human, and male. I’m also not as shocked by a cold shower... must be the fur. Washing those vulval lips in my rear end chills me right down, and soon I’m breathing evenly again, and even thinking of turning on the hot water some.

I emerge from a steamy shower, finding Nick in the middle of desperately trying to clean up... stuff that he splattered all over the floor that would... make me pregnant, even if I only got a little bit in there.

“Sorry, Meadows!” he says regretfully, “I forgot it sort of goes all over and... you don’t have any carpet cleaner, do you?”

“Broom closet by the laundry room,” I say distantly, approaching, then avoiding the smears of creamy white.

One reason I do want to be a man again, is so that when I hang out with Nick, I don’t have to be all worn out from not being able to satisfy that ache in my loins. Now that it’s a possibility, I can’t even have one conversation with him, without sex crossing my mind. Every time I feel that subtle little tingle, it makes me a little less reluctant, a little more comfortable with myself as a girl, and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.

It just doesn’t seem like such a big deal anymore. That’s how much becoming this mare has changed me. I’m not scared of using my vagina, or having it, or what it’d feel like, or if I’m ready. I’m only scared of the consequences. I’ve always been so sexually reserved, but now I think if I didn’t have to worry about becoming a mother, then I’d... do it. I’d even ask him, and I’d just be the sweet little horny mare I’ve become.

And having warmed up to the idea, now I have to say no every time, because I know how guys think. You just want to put it in a little bit, until you’re in, and then it’s like moving mountains to force yourself to pull out. I couldn’t even let him go inside me a little bit, because... because I just can’t do that to a foal.

Being born now? From me? They’d starve! They’d get experimented on, and they’d... they’d have a mother who wasn’t even supposed to be female. What am I supposed to do if I ever get changed back, tell my children, “Oh I used to be your mother?”

To say nothing of childbirth. I can’t even... imagine. I remember how much it hurt to get a... a human dick shoved into me last month. If I had a huge baby pony head, stuck... in there and... yeah. I am not having sex with another pony, even if it’s Nick.

So it’s disappointing and... frustrating, but I don’t feel any sort of the horror I would suppose to feel about this. That makes me feel less male, less human, less like myself. It doesn’t get any easier with Mira around, because she really wants to be a little pony. I try to reason with her, to tell her that we need a human to take care of human business, and to go out in public while we hide. Nick was supposed to be that human, but now Mira’s our only hope.

Yet she still stubbornly persists, insisting, “We can move south, and eat grass,” and “We don’t need to hide. People would love us!” and “You can use your phone with your tongue,” and silly things like that.

Nick is... of two minds regarding the whole thing. He knows as well as I do that having her turn into a pony would be bad, without any other humans we can trust. But his other mind, the one between his legs, is giving him as much trouble as mine, I think.

At least he can masturbate. Hands free. Life isn’t fair!

A while after Nick’s... accident that required carpet cleaner, Mira returns home, or... returns to the house that she was de-facto taking responsibility for, despite her apartment contract. With a jingle of keys and the turn of a lock, Mira swings open the front door and walks in. Immediately Nick and I are all over her, chattering at her, and asking what supplies she got, and snuffling at her... okay I only snuffle at her bags a little bit, before realizing what I am doing. And backing off with a blush.

My nose is just... something else. Mira got bread, rice, celery, more cheddar, corn—wait, no—eggs, and milk, and I didn’t have to look inside her bag to know that. Nick has a smell. Mira has a smell, kind of soapy but definitely her. It’s like a whole world opened up to me, and I don’t even notice it, until I try to smell something. It’s not unpleasant, just really overwhelming.

Anyway, one thing I do when Mira gets home, after we’ve unpacked the supplies, is urgently push the letters into Mira’s lap, saying, “Could you open these? We didn’t want to damage them, in case they really were bills.”

Looking at my hooves sympathetically, Mira opens the first letter, and reads it over. Her eyes get real big then, and she snatches up the second, staring intensely at it, and the third, and...

“What is it?” I squeal at her in fright, “What’s wrong? These aren’t even my credit cards!”

“No, they are,” Mira said faintly, “They’re all your credit cards.”

“I only have two credit cards,” I tell her, “One for online purchases, and one for... emergencies. Not... not seven!”

“I think I know somepony who might have seven credit cards,” Nick says frankly.

“These aren’t all credit card bills,” Mira says faintly, “This one is the payment notice for your loan.”

“My what?!” I squeak, utterly flabbergasted.

“Twilight,” Nick breathed.

“Oh no...” I look at him in horror, “But she didn’t—she didn’t even know what a credit card was! She... she thought we used gold bits and... oh god no.”

It is honestly impressive how much money Twilight managed to borrow in my name... of course none of that money was anywhere any of us could reach. She made the down payment on four vehicles, presumably... presumably to sell them for cash. And I’m poring over all these bills and records and... stuff that’s been falling forgotten through our mail slot for the past month, and then I realize...

“Meadowsweet...” I whisper in shock.

“What?” Nick says in confusion.

“She named me Meadowsweet,” I tell him. “I’ve never been named Aaron, as far as I know.”

“These are all made out to Aaron Brown,” Mira says uneasily, “She... changed your name, to protect you?”

“S-she just abandoned me, and... and look at this!” I say sweeping my cute little lemon yellow hooves across the spread papers, “My life is ruined! They—they’ll come after me, and then I’ll be in debt for my entire life! Also I’m a little pony!”

“Not if they can’t find you, Meadowsweet,” Nick says, “If we just take everything and jump ship, and go south, we can...”

“No no no, they’ll figure it out, they always figure it out,” I moan in despair, “They track you from birth to death, constant surveillance, and soon as you refuse the mark of the beast, you’re forced into poverty and homelessness.”

“Wait, the mark of the—” Nick starts, but I cut him off insisting urgently,

“There is no way to live without a birth certificate here, because they make sure everyone is afraid of immigrants!”

“There’s gotta be some way we can take advantage of this...” Nick says, running a hoof through his hair, “There’s gotta be something we’re not seeing.”

“We could skip the country,” Mira suggests blithely.

“I’d rather not die of sepsis from all the bullet holes I got running away from organized crime,” I reply flatly, “The USA has the best land, and they make sure anywhere else sucks, so... no va.”

“Va?” Nick asks.

“The Chevy Nova,” I explain, “Sales of that truck utterly bombed in Mexico, because ‘no va’ is Spanish for ‘doesn’t go.’ It’s the only phrase in Spanish I know, and therefore, I’d be screwed south of the border.”

“Right, so once again my sister has weirdly specific knowledge of random facts, and we’re not crossing the border,” Mira concludes.

We all have ideas on what to do about the bills and notices, none of them good ones. I don’t even know how to begin to report an identity theft, when even my body and my name got stolen. Not that I mind this body so much. All my aches and pains are gone. I can do a lot of the things I could do while human... sort of. My hearing is better, my tinnitus is gone, and my sense of smell is just spectacular. I feel like I could just go running for miles on these hooves, and it’s terribly frustrating to be cooped inside all the time, really. Nick doesn’t mind as much, but I’m practically going stir crazy!

I’m of two minds regarding my name. On one hand, I’m upset with it being stolen and all. On the other hand, if I tried to change it back, I’d have to call myself Adrian! What were my parents thinking, picking a stupid name like that? I guess I’ll never know, because all I can remember them ever calling me is Meadowsweet! And I guess it was weird that I didn’t have a last name like my sister Mira and my parents, but it just never occurred to me, until Nick started bringing up this whole Adrian business.

Or, until Twilight Sparkle rewrote my memory. That’s probably the point when I started finding everyone else remembering my name wrong.

At any rate, we’re all totally boned and unclear on what to do, until one afternoon I’m just messing around on my computer and then go to empty my Trash folder. Then I think to myself, nah... that couldn’t possibly...

“I found something!” I shout, sending them running and trotting over respectively. What I find is a bunch of deleted stuff, that I hadn’t deleted. Or saved. Or ever seen. Most of it isn’t anything in particular. Temporary files, stuff auto-generated by various programs. But then there’s ticket.pdf. Now I’m no computer whiz or anything, but I know a few tricks. So I drag the PDF file out of the trash and take a look. It’s a printout of an airline pass, paid and purchased, destination... Baltimore, Maryland.

“She’s catching a plane to Baltimore?” Nick says curiously, “How? Why?”

“Maybe she can camoflage herself,” Mira suggests, “Oh, oh and if she turned Meadowsweet here into a pony, I bet she could turn herself into a human!”

“That still doesn’t answer why, though,” Nick says, as we all stare at the enigmatic ticket unsure of what to do, or what it means.

Twilight kept a journal. I should know, because I bought it for her, and taught her how to use a ballpoint pen. I figure it’d be gone, but actually I find it discarded in the reading room that Twilight was mostly living in... with all its written pages torn out. I manage to bite down on the journal, trying to lift it up without getting any of my uh... slobber on it.

Her journal is not what blows my mind today, though. Sliding it across the floor, I smell... something. It’s faint, but enticing, like barbecue chips except not. Putting down the journal, I poke around a bit, and the smell actually gets stronger over by Twilight’s um... okay yes I got her a doggie bed, and yes maybe she kind of slept in it gladly at first. Her bed still faintly smells of her, but that’s not what I’m smelling.

I use my rump to slide her bed out of the way, nosing around in the space that was underneath it. I know I’m smelling some kind of food. Mushrooms perhaps? Under the floor? Poking at the floorboards with a hoof, I’m surprised to find that they shift loosely to my touch.

It doesn’t smell sweet, so this can’t be Twilight’s secret chocolate stash. Is it cheese? It doesn’t quite smell like cheese. What it does smell is amazing. When I lift up the loose floorboard and stick my nose down there, I frikkin’ want whatever it is that she stashed down here. I grab the plastic bag in my mouth, and pull it out, dropping it at my hooves to look at what—

“Oh hey Meadows, did you find something?” Mira asks, passing by the reading room to look in on me.

“No!” I squeak, smiling at her and frantically pushing the bag aside with my hindleg. “I d-didn’t see anything!” The bag tumbles into the hole in the floor. I wish I could.

“Oh you didn’t, huh?” she says with a smirk that indicates she is naively innocent of my current mental state, and isn’t just screwing with me like some cruel criminal mastermind. She walks in the room saying, “Whoa, Twilight did this? Pulled out the floor boards?”

“Y-yeah she must have,” I tell Mira, degrading from shock to shame to tearful worry, as I say, “T-there was a bag of—a bag that was open, so I sort of smelled it and... I followed the smell, and it smelled good! What do I do, Mira?”

She stares at me in confusion, before saying, “...you lost me.”

“Just... look at the bag,” I say, hanging my head. What does this mean? Was Twilight... why did she put this here? I didn’t, so only she could’ve! Why does it smell good, not awful?

Mira pulls the bag out and looks at it a moment. “This is beef jerky,” she says quietly.

“It’s meat!” I tell her in distress.

“I know it’s meat!” she shouts back shrilly.

“Why was Twilight hiding meat?” I ask in fear, pointing a hoof at it, “Those are cows!”

“I don’t know, okay?” Mira says, glaring at the bag suspiciously, “Maybe she was feeding um... something?”

“Mira, why does it smell good?” I moan.

Mira looks at me incredulously, “You’re wondering that?” she asks, “It’s beef jerky! Of course it’s gonna smell good!”

“But I’m a pony, not a human!” I retort, “I was eating hay the other day!”

“Well it’s just a—a smell,” Mira says in confusion, “Maybe it smells good, but you’re not—you didn’t eat any, did you?”

“No, but I really really want to,” I beg anxiously, trying not to outright jump up and just snatch that bag from her hand.

“I’ll go put this away,” she says uneasily, “Wouldn’t want to make you sick.”

“I... yeah, please do,” I say, giving in miserably. It’s been two months since I ate so much as a hot dog, and I didn’t even realize how much I was missing meat. She puts the jerky away, and the smell goes away, but not the craving. I try to satisfy it with carrots.

Actually, it kind of works.

Evidence of Twilight’s presence remain few and far between. The sheets don’t smell like her anymore. She took all her notes. The journal I got for her is still here, but the pages she wrote on are torn out of it. We don’t want to even touch that experimental... apparatus she left back there. It’s obviously too bulky for her to just carry with her. How did I not notice it was back here? How did she get it here? Just had it delivered, when I was out at... work?

I’m starting to think I don’t know Twilight Sparkle as well as I thought.

It’s frightening, looking at my credit card payment history. Frightening, but very informative. Purchases from chemical companies, that I could certainly get in trouble if caught purchasing. How she managed it, I’ll never figure out. But additionally there are some textbooks that “Aaron” apparantly purchased, one on genetics, one on microbiology and cellular mechanics. And, you know...

Scampering over to my bookshelf, I scan it fervently, before my eyes alight on the very textbooks listed in her receipt of purchases. On the top shelf, go figure. I rear up and... and I’m going to have to climb to reach it. Great.

“What do you think she was reading about?” Mira asks as I climb up the bookshelf like a ladder, hooking my teeth on the edge of the spine, and sliding the book out of its place, losing my balance and falling back with it.

“Maybe she left notes in it?” Nick suggests hopefully, jerking around as me and the book tumble back to the ground. “Woah! You okay?”

“Never better,” I grumble, crawling to my hooves and dragging the book along with me. Slapping the book down flat in front of Mira and walking over it, I say, “Now I saw this in a movie the other day, so no promises if it works or not, but...” Cradling the book up in my forehooves and squinting at the binding, I say, “See how the binding looks bent here? The pages spread apart more? Use those fingers of yours to open the book to that page. She probably opened it to there before.”

“Wow, that’s... really smart!” Mira says looking at me in honest surprise.

“What’s that look supposed to mean?” I ask her defensively, “I’m smart!

“...I am!”

She laughs lightly, but at least opens the book. It opens to a section on... uh oh.

“The incubation of influenza and other adaptive viral pathogens...” Mira reads, “You don’t seriously think...”

“That she’s trying to make people sick?” I ask. “Why would she do that though?”

“Why would she change you into a pony?” Mira asks in reply.

Nick adds in a much more worried tone, “Why would she change you into a contagious pony?”

“Wh–but it’s not air transmitted!” I reply uneasily. “I’m not sick, either! It was those cookies!”

“Maybe she wanted to make sure it wasn’t air transmitted?” Mira asks hopefully, “So that only people who wanted it would change?”

“Maybe she hadn’t figured out how to make it air transmitted,” Nick says gloomily. “You were just a... first draft.”

“If only we knew more about what Twilight wanted,” Mira fumes.

“Not me, that’s for sure,” I reply, ears drooping.

Searching my computer further, we don’t find much, outside of my online bank account: completely empty, but then Nick says, “What about your e-mail’s trash folder?”

“Oh, yeah that’s different from my computer’s trash folder, isn’t it!” I realize, watching as Mira skillfully navigates the keyboard leading to my online email account. I’m still logged in, thankfully, because otherwise we’d have to ask the company to look up my phone number, or my address, and I don’t know how much they record about me. Would they trust it if it was Nick’s voice? I certainly can’t use my own voice, having come down with a terminal case of girl.

None of that happens though, and my email pops up just fine. In the trash is a deleted thread that... looks very interesting. It’s a conversation between my account, in the name of Twilight Sparkle, and the ...police commissioner. Un-deleting it, the three of us crowd around the little laptop to look at what was written therein.

Commissioner: Attached you’ll find the floor plan for the Baltimore Convention Center. I’ve highlighted the route you’ll be taking. There’s a service entrance on the east side, that our agents can ensure is left unlocked for you. From there, there should be no interference for you to reach the Ventilation system.

Twilight: Excellent work, my good sir! It seems that preparations are almost complete, and so far the human suspects nothing. I will be ready to enact the plan within the fortnight. Can I count on you to take care of “Meadowsweet” so she doesn’t interfere with my plans?

Commissioner: I can deal with her. We’ll just stage a raid, citing tax evasion as a probable cause for the warrant. It’ll be a gag order, and she’ll never see it coming.

Twilight: She had better not. I suspect she’s more clever than she seems. If you succeed, you and your family will be greatly rewarded for making short work of Aaron and his friends. If not... I think you know the consequences of failure.

Commissioner: Yes, my Queen. It shall be done, I swear it.

Twilight: Continue dosing your officers’ donuts with the control serum. We must not fail in this.

Commissioner: As if we could ever fail. The serum is working perfectly, and the police force is fully under your control. By the time the convention ends, the corrupt, wealthy elites will have no choice but to bow before Her Celestial Rule.

Twilight: Celestia Inviticus Sol

Commissioner: Celestia Inviticus Sol

Staring quietly for quite some time, Nick murmurs, “You were tapping that?”

“Starting to understand why she turned you into a pony,” Mira says frankly.

“I can’t believe it, but it all makes sense somehow...” I say, quietly, “I can’t believe I fell in love with the Changeling Queen!”

“Changelings are masters of deception,” Nick replies with a sympathetic wince, “She no doubt only looked like Twilight, in order to get close to you.”

“I really thought I was saving her though,” I sigh heavily, which comes out lightly because my little lungs can’t sigh heavily. “She looked so... hopeless.”

“You did save her, in a way,” Nick said wryly, “She just wasn’t the pony you thought you were saving. Heck, your bank account more than saved her!”

“Why is this happening,” I moan, flopping on my belly.

“What was it like?” Mira asked curiously, drawing my ear to turn her way, “Did she feel any different when you were touching her?”

“She just felt like a... she felt like me,” I tell her, looking at my yellow furred hoof stuck out in front of me, “Fleshy and furry, and squishy, not any sort of carapace.”

“At least now we know changeling magic isn’t just a visual illusion,” Nick points out.

“What about inside?” Mira persists, “Did she feel any different on the inside?”

Flush faced, I shout at Mira, “T-that’s private! Anyway how am I supposed to know?”

“You did stick it in, right,” Mira says flatly.

“Y-y-y—well the thing is, I did but...” I stammer self consciously, “I don’t exactly have anything t-to compare to.”

“Oh man, now I really wish I had tapped that,” Nick said, hanging his stupidly attractive horsey head, “I totally could’ve figured it out!”

“What is a bug supposed to feel like, inside her—” I am not comfortable with this conversation. I am not comfortable with this conversation! “Oh no, s-s-she was a bug I had m-my penis in a—”

“Aaron, chill!” Mira responds sharply as my awareness snaps back to her, “She’s not a bug, she’s just a... weird looking pony. And she was transformed so you weren’t anywhere near any kind of bug.”

“Also you don’t have your penis anymore,” Nick points out helpfully, “So it doesn’t matter where you put it.”

“Y-yeah, no problem,” I say, curling up on my side, “No humans here. No freaky bug sex. Just me, sweet little penisless Meadowsweet. This is me now. This is... what if I can’t change back?”

“What if I can’t change back?” I whimper, into a silence that answers me better than words ever could.

Nothing to be done about it, I recover eventually, still a pony and a girl, but... standing up, at least. Responding, trying to smile. Still feeling helpless, standing there in our old house with no hands, no arms, only legs. Fortunately, we soon find a piece of information that galvanizes us into action.

“Okay...” I murmur, “This is a trick I saw in a movie once.”

With exaggerated care, I pick up the wooden pencil in my mouth, and lay my head against the table, moving the pencil like a cigar to press the side of its tip against the first untorn page of Twilight Sparkle’s journal. Steady, light strokes of graphite spread across the page as I slowly pull my head back, dragging the pencil across the paper. I’m careful not to press too hard, so my pencil skips over any indentations in the paper, such as those left from whoever was writing on the page previous to this one. Twilight tore out that page, but these indentations will have the same letters, hopefully.

When done, I lift my head up, and Nick whistles behind me. “What?” I ask, looking at the paper with dread, “Did we uncover someth...”

ready to m___ onto the testing phase. If ___ virus is successful in pat_ent zero, can finally end ____ farce and begin w__ld takeover plans. Initial popu_____ should suspect no_hing, due to being lo_onies. Will l_kely att___bute ch__nges to w_sh fulfil_ment. Once th_ virus has _ foothold __ should spread uncon__llably. Agents insta_ling a v_rus delivery device in the Balt_more Convent_on Center, v_ntilation s_stem. I w_ll provide my m_gic to catalyz_ the v_rus, and w_ can f_nally g_t this sh_w on the ro_d. May 28th at 1pm sh_uld be ideal time. Since transform__s will be compe__ed to subm_t to Celestia’s d_vine will, once _ntire world _s ponies, they w_ll be simple to conquer. Th_y think w_ are cute an_ cuddly, but wait unt_l they face unicorn bat_allions d_sabling the_r technology throu_h the use of ___ spells known as M__lign Mas_ Mach_ne M_nipulat_on. Th_y will stand no chanc_ against the_r own p_ople transfo_med _nto loyal sl_ves. Cel__tia Inv_ct_s S__!

The message is white against the darkness of the graphite. Where Twilight pressed the pen down, it left an indentation on the page below it, that now can be seen. It’s not entirely legible, but it’s legible enough!

“We’re compelled to submit to Celestia’s divine will?” I whimper, staring off into space for fear of my own mind. “But I don’t feel compelled!”

“Fuck Celestia,” Nick says.

When I look at him, he shrugs and adds, “If I were an evil megalomaniac I’d program my ponies to be unable to say anything bad about me. So, Princess Celestia’s a fat, cake-gobbling bitch. I can say that, so... why would I be mind controlled in other less offensive ways?”

“He’s got a point, Meadowsweet,” Mira says deliberately, “Can you say anything bad about Celestia, or Twilight, or the Changeling Queen?”

“Chrysalis was an idiot, who deserved to lose,” I say experimentally, and I feel no problems yet, aside from the problem of their being some girl who makes up a bunch of theoriese about the show. (That girl is me, by the way.) “Celestia is a tyrant, who molests little fillies in their sleep,” I try, then, “Nightmare Moon is a whiny loser who should be ignored,” and then, “Twilight is...”

They look at me worriedly, and I raise a hoof, saying, “No, no I can do this. I just... can’t believe Twilight was an impostor all along. I want to say she’s evil, but I just... I don’t want her to be evil.”

“Well I can say it,” Nick says, “Twilight Sparkle is pure dag nasty evil. That pony you took in lied to you, stole from you, and she’s literally plotting to conquer the world! If that’s not evil, I don’t know what is!”

“But that’s just an impostor, I say in a contrary grumble, “The real Twilight wouldn’t do any of this stuff. She’s an amazing pony.”

“You don’t know what Twilight’s like at all,” Nick points out, “She could be totally different from the cartoon.

“Why would she be purple, then?” I counter with a stomp, “And why would she be named Twilight Sparkle? She has to be at least somewhat from the show, since so much of it reflects in her character. Changeling spies excepted.”

“Maybe she wasn’t even from the show!” Mira says excitedly, “Maybe she was a weird tentacled alien who disguised itself as Twilight because it knew you liked the show!”

“Specifically tentacled?” Nick asks warily.

Mira nods with confidence.

“The only problem with that theory is... us,” I say, turning to Mira and settling on my furry little haunches. “I’m not a weird, tentacled alien. She changed us into ponies. Why would she change us into ponies, if she wasn’t a pony?”

“Because she’s... a fan of the show?” Mira attempted, “...okay maybe it is a bit of a stretch.”

“Why would she change us into ponies at all?” Nick asks in frustration, “If she’s a changeling, working for the Changeling Queen, then why aren’t we changelings? Are we changelings, and we just haven’t noticed, yet?”

“Well, it’s obvious why she’d change everyone into ponies,” Mira says with a roll of her eyes, “Changelings feed on ponies. She’s basically making our planet a giant changeling smorgasboard.”

“Couldn’t changelings feed on humans?” I ask, throwing Mira a seriously confused look, “They don’t drain only ponies of their love, in the comic.”

“The comics aren’t canon,” Mira states abruptly.

“We don’t... we don’t know why she’s doing it, but Twilight’s changing everyone into ponies, and she’s doing it for a very bad reason,” Nick concludes cautiously.

“What are we gonna do about it?” I ask, “We can’t just sit here, with the evidence we’ve collected. Should we tell the police? This could be really bad!”

“We can’t tell them!” Nick protests, “Twilight has been using some kind of changeling mind control on them! Who would we be able to trust?”

“Anonymously, then?” I shoot back.

“What are we going to tell them?” Nick complains, “That Twilight Sparkle came from Equestria to turn you into a pony?”

“Well I am a pony,” I say thoughtfully, “So they’d have to take that part seriously at least.”

“Not anonymously!” Nick says, throwing up his hands.

“And then what?” Mira asks uneasily, “They send you to some government lab? We can’t use you as evidence, because you could get hurt, and I as your official big sister cannot allow that!”

“I’m a year older than you,” I grumble at her. Nick cracks up.

...oh.

“I do not sound like Fluttershy!” I whine at the laughing pony, “I do not!”

“Yeah, you’re way too whiney to be Fluttershy, little sis,” Mira says indulgently. Before I can protest again, she says, “Just let me have this, okay? You’re a year older than me, but you are definitely littler than me.”

“I... fine,” I fume, looking down and trying not to blush any harder. I can’t be her little sister! She just doesn’t understand how things work. This is a bad thing, and it’s not supposed to happen, and... and I guess I sort of technically am her little sister, for now.

Nick knows Mira shouldn’t be a pony, but alas, he’s a guy. He’s a guy who I’ve been refusing the past month, who now has a girl practically begging to have sex with him. They’re both warming up to the idea worryingly quickly, and it isn’t long before I take a drink of milk, and Nick says,

“Okay, I’ll fuck you, Mira.”

I spray milk all over him in my panicked haste to say, “Are you insane?!”

He stands there, dripping, with a grin on his face.

“And you were joking,” I groan in relief, turning away from the two of them to calm my heart.

“Actually I was just waiting for you to take a drink,” Nick said, “But I really mean it. It’s stupid that Mira doesn’t get to be a pony too.”

“We need a human to take care of us,” I whine at him, but then Mira accosts me angrily, saying,

“We don’t need a human, Meadowsweet, we’re—you’re ponies!” she clenches her teeth in frustration, saying, “Being human is holding us back! I went to work yesterday! I couldn’t even look at anyone. It was horrible going back to that place. I... we need to get out of here, and if I’m a pony it’ll be easier, simple as that.”

“We need someone to drive, though!” I assert to her, “Or open c-cans, or... or other things that I haven’t figured out how to do.”

“It might not even work,” Mira says looking at me with pleadingly plain brown eyes, “I just want a chance, before we jump into this.”

“And how are you going to hide us from... other humans, if you’re not human!” I protest fussily, my tail lashing in a way that I really wish didn’t feel so... natural.

“You really think I can hide two ponies, if anyone starts coming to look for us?” Mira says testily. “I’d be able to hide better as a pony. And if I was a pegasus, they’d never be able to catch me!”

“Well, it looks like you’re outvoted,” Nick says to me, cheeky as all hell.

“Are you concerned for your little sister?” Mira asks, fluttering her eyes, “I’m a big girl. I can take a little ponifying.”

“You don’t understand what it’s like,” I tell her desperately, “It’s so different being a pony. We just... we just need to be careful, okay?”

“I’m done being careful,” Mira gripes triumphantly, “I’m gonna change into a pony, and we’re gonna go to Baltimore, and we’re gonna kick Twilight’s ass!”

“But... but...”

“C’mon, let’s go, Nick,” Mira says, standing up from the table and heading for her... her bedroom.

“Sorry, Meadows, but y’know... a lady’s in need, and she deserves this as much as we do,” Nick says, no doubt smugly.

“You’re just doing it so you can fuck her!” I yell at him jealously. Wait.

“That’s all you think of me, huh,” Nick says too calmly, “Well you just wait here in your romance novel, while Mira and I are turning her into a pony in the real world.”

“I–I didn’t mean you’re only doing... gah I don’t know. It’s just... go ahead.” I’m surprised to feel fear flare in my chest, not fear for him and Mira, but fear for some sort of divine retaliation as I give in, telling Nick, “Go ahead, I won’t stop you.”

And so, Nick and Mira go onward to destiny.

Flopping disgustedly on my belly, I don’t know what’s wrong with them. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can’t be jealous about Nick! He hasn’t even had sex with me yet! Oh wait, technically he did, but he wasn’t that gorgeous unicorn stallion at the time. Wait, gorgeous? It’s just something in the... cut of his jaw, I guess. The way his rump rounds out to a tight sort of... firmness.

Good for thrusting into a mare like me, no doubt. I can’t believe I’m feeling urges to have sex with Nick, but the smooth, blunt spear of his elegant horn that I could just shove in—suffice to say I’m feeling... urges.

Am I feeling jealousy though? Here I lie, fantasizing about Nick’s horns, instead of worrying how my sister’s having sex with him. I try thinking about Mira turning into a pony while Nick rails her, and it doesn’t make me feel angry or threatened, just... worried for them. I think about him ravishing Mira with that big, dark horse cock he has just vanishing into Mira’s hips, impregnating her into a pony, and...

Uh oh.

My nethers are already getting ready to go. I can feel tingling and... and a trickle of moisture escapes me. Already?! I wish I could just blame it on pee, but I peed recently, and this relaxing goose-bumpy feeling inside me isn’t pee. It’s the thing that’s been happening to me every time I think about or see Nick’s cock. Thickening, slapping, hungering for me, spurting. The one time I actually saw him ejaculate, I had to retreat to the other room because I wanted to just shove my butt against him and just go. I’ve basically been edging for days, because I don’t know how to masturbate without a penis. I don’t know how a girl’s... stuff works, and I should have asked Mira but maybe... maybe I’m just an idiot.

I hear a moan come through the door. They’re really... they’re really doing it. I want to go in and... and see them. What’s wrong with me? I should be horrified at this! I slide my forehoof between my legs, desperate for some kind of stimulation. I hardly even notice what I’m doing. I just... rub down there, wishing it was him, or... or someone at any rate.

How am I supposed to do this? I have no idea what I’m doing! I can sort of slide the underside of my... hoof against my um... slickness. Just like stroking a cock, right? Just on my surface, at least. Actually it feels a lot like stroking my balls as a male, but that’s still... nice?

I don’t want nice. As the sounds escalate in the room, I can actually hear them moving together, a wet slapping sound. Is he riding her, pony style? Is she on top of him, riding cowgirl? Is she as wet as me now?

“This’s so wrong,” I moan, stepping hungrily towards the tumultuous sounds coming from that room, where Nick is... where even now he’s... but that’s my sister!!

That spicy scent of... Nick comes to my nose, as I approach. I... I can smell him even through the door. I should stop rubbing myself needily. I shouldn’t follow my nose to the edge of the door, where inhaling his scent drifting from there just makes me want to moan in need. It smells so freaking good, and it makes me want him.

I can feel my... myself leaking wetly all over my hoof and I just can’t... I can’t do this. It’s just too much. I feel too female. I can’t be this! I back away from the door, frightened at the strange urges in my nether regions, urges to... to do exactly what Twilight did for me. I should be upset, or disgusted, or horrified that Nick’s basically turning my sister into a pony, but here I stand outside their room on four shaky hooves, one of which is slickly wet from my... vagina.

“Oh fuck yes!” I hear Nick shout, before dropping to intense grunting again. Something’s thumping against the wall in there, because he’s fucking her. He’s crying out because he feels his fucking dick pounding into her. It’s thumping to the rhythm that they’re thrusting. Oh god I want it too much. I can’t just relax and jerk it; I have nothing to jerk! I feel weird down there, and up here, and everywhere. Something’s... something’s wrong, and instead of getting aroused, I just end up getting more and more anxious, until I retreat all the way to the couch, on the other side of the living room.

As time passes by, any anxiety at my utter failure to be a girl fades away from sheer exhaustion, to dull curiosity. Boy they sure are getting into it. Wish I was in there, but I’m glad I’m not. I’m having enough self-identity problems, without another person literally inside me. Or... pony person, or whatever. Do fetuses count as people? Suffice to say, if I were not just one living being anymore, I... I can’t even imagine how that would feel.

Quite a long time later, the noises die down at last, but I don’t really notice. I’ve already lay there on the couch so long, I’ve actually managed to doze off. At the sound of the bedroom door opening, I snuffle awake from a troubled sleep, lifting my head as Mira walks out of that room... on two feet.

“Well... that didn’t work,” Mira groans, leaning against the wall in weary disorientation. My sister’s... not precisely naked, but she doesn’t have any pants on. Her pelvis is exposed, and of course that feminine mound between her legs positively reeks of sex. Her uh... legs look sticky, because I guess it’s sort of drooling out of her, all that stallion’s potent cum.

Or purportedly potent. “Mira, why aren’t you a pony?” I ask in distress, struggling off the couch, and walking over to her. “Didn’t he finish in... uh... you?”

“Trust me, I am abundantly sure that his jizz isn’t turning me into a pony,” Mira says, looking back disgustedly at the room she came out of.

“Nick’s staying in there?” I ask, but more like state in the form of a questiion.

“He sure is,” Mira says with a half smile on her very human face, “Sleeping like a baby!”

“Are... are you okay?” I ask, edging up to her side with worry. God, why do I have to be right at eye level to her groin? “You don’t seem very upset that you didn’t go... you know...pony?”

“Oh I’m upset,” Mira says, crossing her arms and scowling. But then that smile slips on her face again, and she says, “But Nick was pretty amazing. I don’t think I’m gonna walk straight for a week!”

“O-oh, that... oh,” I say, blushing heavily and trying not to look at Mira’s fucked, fertilized, hairy groin. I’m fucking covered in fur from head to toe, so what’s so special about her having hair!

“So it was good... huh?” I mumble.

Mira looks at me with sympathy, saying, “This must be really upsetting to you. What’s it like not to even... be able to get an erection anymore?”

“Um... just like you?” I venture, risking a peek out from under my forearm.

“Yeah but I don’t know what I’m missing,” Mira says frankly, heading for the bathroom and hopefully the shower. “You’re still a guy inside.”

“Well, I mean... it’s not so bad,” I tell her uncertainly, climbing off the couch and following her down the hall. “The hardest part is I can’t figure out how to uhm...”

Mira stops, looking down at me. “Uhm?” she says, and here comes my blush again.

“You know... feel good, as a... girl?” I say trying not to hide behind my hoof as much. “Like I used to be able to do with my... hand?”

Mira’s silent for one more second, before she gazes off and says in an awestruck voice, “My god. My little sister needs a vibrator.”

Kill me now. “May—maybe later,” I stammer, my tail sinking to cover my all too moist groin.

“Seriously, sis,” Mira says brightly, “You try one of those things and you’ll never want to go back to being a guy again.”

“Ask me when I’m pregnant and giving birth and see if I change my mind,” I tell her in tense frustration.

“Fair enough,” she sighs, “But wouldn’t it be neat to give birth to a little pony?”

“With those huge heads?!” I squawk up at her in astonishment.

“Ponies are stretchy!” she retorts hotly.

Author's Notes:

Truly a question for the philosophers of our time.