Twilight shut her castle door with the little green filly working out standing up again, absolutely aghast. Green Dream finally managed to stand again, shouting, “Fuck you and your stupid assumptions about me and my fucking—fine! I didn’t even *want* to be a fucking human yet, anyway! How about I wait ten years on that, so I can get fucking teen pregnant and drop the fucking foal on your fucking...

“...face...”

At that point, Green Dream noticed several ponies had gathered around her to stare. One mare was muttering at the other, and another few looked like they might be about ready to pounce the little filly like panthers going in for the kill, or like adults who were ready to severely discipline a child.

“Young filly, where are your parents?” an authoritative mare declared, stepping forward.

Latching onto the opportunity, Green Dream tried not to cry as she said, “My house is... o-over by the clock tower... past the lake...” trying to think up the most distant landmarks in town that she could.

“We’re going there, and we’re going to have a talk with them about your strong language!” the green, white-haired mare stated, looking like she was ready to grab her, so Green Dream just tried to look as meek as possible, saying,

“Okay, I-I’m sorry.”

“We’ll see about that,” the mare stated, turning and smacking Green’s rear to make her stumble forward. What the hell?

Green nonetheless walked meekly along as the mare trotted ahead, calling back, “You might as well make this quick. I don’t have all day you know.”

“I c-can’t walk fast, sorry!” Green said at least 35% genuinely, trying to move her little legs faster, but she didn’t know how ponies did that... fast leg moving thing!

The mare ended up looking at her with concern, then walking more slowly so the filly could keep up. The crowd dispersed, and Green waited until the two of them were out of the palace courtyard, and walking quietly through the cottages of Ponyville, before she started looking around for hiding places. Preferably ones lower to the ground, that only a filly could see into.

She ended up spotting a pile of a bunch of sacks of flour or cement, leaning up on the wall of one of the buildings they were passing close by. Looking warily up at the mare as Green ever so slightly fell behind, the filly quickly corrected her course to duck behind the sacks, wiggling into the small space, and then yanking her tail in after her.

Amazingly, it was more than thirty seconds before the filly heard somepony trotting back, the mare’s voice murmuring out, “Where did she go...”

Panic gripped Green Dream at the prospect of the mare finding her in here. She wouldn’t get a second chance to escape like this. Her backup plan of pretending the mare was a foalnapper would draw way more attention than Green wanted. Mercifully, that mare’s nose never came around to look into the space Green had wiggled out for herself behind the sacks of definitely flour.

Green waited there for... a while, until she was nodding off at least. “Guess I have to watch my fucking language,” the drowsy filly murmured, cautiously peeking her way out from behind the sacks, “Or at least my volume.” Once nopony was looking her way, she tried not to push any over wiggling out of there, and almost succeeded, then she walked off from there, nose high, as if she had nothing to do with it. She headed through town a ways, so hopefully anypony searching where she was wouldn’t come anywhere near here.

Then her belly grumbled.

“Crap...” Green Dream said, looking back at herself, then stood there thinking a moment. Then she saw a pony standing to the side of the road leaning against a building, aaand it was Junebug. She was a pushover anyway, Green Dream was pretty sure she remembered.

“Excuse me,” the filly said politely, walking up to Junebug, “Do you know where the library is?”

“It–it blew up?” Junebug replied, looking down at the filly uncertainly.

“You didn’t build another one?” Green Dream asked skeptically.

“I don’t read much,” Junebug replied, “But I think ponies get their books from Princess Twilight these days.”

The filly winced, trying to smile, saying, “...greeeat.”

“S-she’s really nice though, i-if you ask her nicely,” Junebug said appeasingly, “I bet she’ll know exactly what you want to read?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m... I’m sure,” Green Dream tried to say enthusiastically, then just gave up and asked, “Can ponies eat grass?”

“Excuse me?” Junebug asked, but she sounded confused more than angry.

“Grass. If I ate grass, would I get sick?” Green asked, “Like off the ground?”

“Oh, don’t do that!” Junebug declared in alarm, “You shouldn’t eat things without washing them, first!”

“But it is okay to eat, right?” Green Dream persisted, “It’s uhm... healthy for me, and I don’t need like... cookies or sugar to fuel my growing... body? Or cheese?”

“I-I’m pretty sure ponies used to g-graze in ancient times,” Junebug said uncertainly, “You could... look it up, or m-maybe ask a teacher?”

“Thanks, Junebug, but I think I’ll take my chances,” the filly grumbled, heading on past the mare, trying to think where the edge of town would be.

“H-how did you know my name?” Junebug called after her. The filly panicked at first and just kept on stiffly walking, but soon it was clear Junebug didn’t care enough to follow her. 

“Have to be more careful about that too...” Green muttered to herself. Then she went in a mostly straight line, giving the castle a wide berth, until she was following a road beyond all the houses, wandering through grassy plains all alone. She looked back at the fucking ugly castle, sparkling in the distance, murmuring, “Moment of truth.”

Then Green Dream leaned down and bit off a big chunk of grass on the side of the road, standing up straight and chewing it, and just... thinking. 

“...tastes like grass,” the filly concluded unflatteringly. Then she went off the broad, dirt trail, wading into the field a while, until the grass was tickling her sides and rear. Practically hidden in grass this tall, Green Dream craned her neck down again, and took a bite of more grass, then another, nipping hard to snap the green, juicy stalks.

It took a while to masticate, but once she got the hang of that, the fresh green grassy taste was actually kind of pleasant. At least it didn’t do anything to trigger a gag reflex. She definitely got her fill that day, eating, moving a little bit, then eating again, until she felt like a warm-on-the-inside stuffed bean with legs. 

Having had her fill, and learned more about her place in the world, Green Dream headed back into town to cause some trouble.

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The day went by pretty easy. Green thought it would be boring, but she hadn’t even finished exploring a tenth of the town before it was getting dark. She slept out in the field where she was eating that day, but the chilly night air made her shiver, despite her fur, and she had to curl up into a little ball just to stay warm enough to get to sleep.

The next day, number one on her mission log was to secure a blanket. So she headed off to find some particularly gullible foals. She did find a playground of sorts, more of a park really, but with a bunch of foals running around chasing each other, a sandbox with a swing set, and some monkey bars oddly enough, that a few of the foals were climbing and conferring with each other on strategy or something.

She ignored the foals happily playing together, looking around the periphery of the play area. She made an appearance of playing by herself in the sand, trying to see if there were any other foals doing so. She glanced out the side of her face at a dark blue one, an earth pony with a scruffy, bright pink mane. Not a foal I knew from the show, for sure. <!-- green eyes -->A filly, she walked into the area and stopped at the edge, taking a long look at the foals on the monkey bars. Then instead of approaching them, she looked down and away and headed uncertainly toward a tree, before sitting down next to it on the grass and just gazing around looking bored.

“Hah, just like in elementary school,” Green Dream realized with glee, standing up from her important sand digging, and walking over in that direction. Not directly at the tree, but just past it, where she nosed at the grass and... dammit even this stuff was starting to look appetizing. But she looked away for a moment, then glanced over her shoulder at the filly. The filly was looking back at her since she’d just passed pretty close by all alone, and maybe a few other foals were looking but fuck ‘em.

Once she caught the other pony’s gaze, Green hurried over right in that direction, getting close enough to say “Hi!” without giving the other filly enough time to get away. “Are you new here?”

“What?” she asked in a somewhat lower pitch than Green Dream, “Why would I be new here.”

“Well, it’s just I’m new here, and I saw you were all alone, and I wondered if you wanted to play something,” Green replied hopefully.

“Like what?” the filly asked, giving Green Dream the green-eyed lost look of a filly who didn’t know what the heck to do about this.

“Like... tails?” Green Dream suggested, not really knowing what to call it. But she did want to figure out her own tail, so using someone else to help would be pretty great. Not waiting for a prompt, she said, “It’s a game where you... pull on my tail and try to make me pull it back the other way. The other filly blushed at that, looking at her own bright pink tail, and were tails off limits?

“We could also play with a ball,” Green Dream suggested, “You kick it to me and I kick it to you. Mostly I just wanted to know who you were, and what kind of stuff ponies can to do around here. I just moved from... Manehattan.”

“Well, I don’t have a ball,” the other filly replied, but Green Dream sat on her haunches to raise a forehoof, shaking her head and saying,

“No no that’s not important. It was just an idea. What games do you like to play?”

The filly took a longing look at the very busy monkey bars, so Green Dream said, “Those things? Pff, those are nothing. We should climb a *real* tree.”

“Oh, I have a tree that I like to climb, but it’s um... far away from the playground,” the blue and pink filly said.

“Oh no! But look at all the foals waiting in line to play with me!” Green retorted in semi-amusement, looking around dramatically, “I’m ever so busy, you can see and cannot possibly spare a moment to leave!”

“No I can’t,” the filly said, with a slight giggle, so at least she wasn’t a moron.

“C’mon let’s go,” Green Dream said happily, “You have to lead the way though. I don’t know where it is.” She didn’t actually think they could do it though, because...

“Well, but my parents...” the filly said apologetically.

“Oh, are they watching you?” Green Dream asked, pretending to be surprised, “I guess you’re not supposed to leave then, sorry.”

“Are your parents watching you?” the filly asked curiously.

“N-no, they’re... elsewhere,” Green Dream said noncomittally, “They just let me play by myself!”

“Oh, wow,” the filly said, wide-eyed, “So you’re like Pinchy! She gets to do *whatever* she wants.”

“When are your parents *not* watching you?” Green Dream asked cautiously.

The filly’s ears went down at that, and she said, “Oh... never, really.”

Green Dream’s own ears went down at that, though what she was feeling other than (Holy crap did my ears just move?) was disgust. “Well that doesn’t sound very healthy,” she said critically, then looked around asking, “Where are they right now?”

“O-over there,” the filly reported, pointing a hoof at two jerk parents sitting at a bench and just creepily staring at their child playing all day. Or that was how Green Dream saw it at least. Swallowing her disgust though, she said, 

“Well, my name is Green Dream! What’s yours?”

“Blueberry,” she replied shyly.

“And, do your parents know about you climbing that tree?” Green Dream asked.

“Oh yeah, it’s in our yard in fact,” Blueberry replied, a little surprised at the question.

“C’mon, follow me,” Green Dream said, then made a beeline for the filly’s parents. Whether or not the filly did, Green spoke up once she got close enough to the purple furred stallion with orange and white striped hair, and the green furred mare with pink hair, saying, “Hi! I’m Green Dream! I met Blueberry and I kind of wanted to be friends with her. She was saying she knows a really good tree for climbing on. Do you mind if she shows it to me?” <!-- colors -->

“Oh, uh... of course not!” the stallion said in surprise, “Her tree is at home though, not the park.”

“Oh that’s okay,” Green Dream said easily, “I’ll ask my parents and if they say it’s okay, maybe I can meet her there?”

“W-w-we live on Saddle street, on the third cottage from the bridge,” Blueberry herself stammered eagerly as the filly hurried up behind me. “Can she come over today after lunch?” she asked her parents hopefully.

“As long as her parents are okay with it,” her pink mother said gracefully, as if she had any right to be. 

“Great!” Green Dream declared pleasantly, “Though, I don’t know what to play right now, then.”

“I can show you a game,” Blueberry said animatedly, “Come on!”

She dashed off then, and Green Dream said, “It’s nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Blueberry!”

“It’s Mr. and Mrs. Tart!” the stallion called out, but Greeny was already headed over to where Blueberry was waiting, in the grass a little bit away from the sandbox.

“How did you do that??” Blueberry hissed to Green in a red-faced whisper when Green Dream got close enough, “My parents *never* let anypony come over!”

“How many ponies have asked them?” Green Dream asked.

“J-just me, but...” Blueberry admitted.

“You don’t count,” Green said critically, “It’s easy for them to say no to *you!*”

“Well, why would anypony *else* ask?” Blueberry said unhappily.

Glancing at her parents again, Green said, “No offense, but I think your parents are kinda dumb.”

“W-what?” Blueberry said with an outraged blush.

“Hey, it’s okay to be dumb,” Green told her, “I’m dumb about a lot of shi—things. They just need a little, you know, extra help from you sometimes, to figure out how to get you to have friends and stuff. You do have friends, right?”

“N–n...” the filly turned away, “Well, n-not really.”

Green Dream sighed. She was gonna have to do so much more than just eat this filly’s pussy out until she was crying with joy. “Well, that’s why you don’t,” she told the filly, “Because your parents are supposed to get friends for you.”

“H-huh?” she asked, looking at Dream again.

“If they’re gonna sit there watching you all day, who’s gonna come up and say hi to you?” Green asked, “I did because I don’t give a fu—care. But most foals are like, ew... I don’t wanna have to ask her parents permission to play with her. It’s scary to talk to other people’s parents! Because they’re parents *and* they’re strangers!”

“They don’t have to give permission just for me to play with somepony!” Blueberry protested.

“Well they sure are watching us,” Green Dream grumbled, glancing at said parents trying to conceal their excitement, “I bet they’re getting pretty suspicious, wondering why we aren’t playing yet.”

“O-oh, no you just—!” the filly said hurriedly, jumping to her hooves, but Green Dream assured her,

“No it’s okay, but you can guess that I might be feeling kind of... on trial. They wanna know if I’m a good friend, and I could get in trouble if I’m a bad one.”

“So what do I do?” Blueberry asked with worry.

“They’re the ones who’re supposed to leave you alone,” Green Dream drawled, “You can’t make them do it though. So what can you do? You could... hide from them, which might make them mad, but they wouldn’t be watching you. You could tell other foals not to worry. They might still worry though. But right now we have to play a game, so that your parents don’t think I’m a bad friend. So, how about I run around, and you try to catch my tail?”

“Y-your tail?” the filly asked nervously.

“Yeah, I need to practice with it,” Green Dream said, “So I’ll try to move it so you can’t get it. You just try and... catch it. Give it a good yank, then lemme go and we’ll try again. I’d do it with yours, but I guess you don’t like ponies pulling your tail.”

“It’s... it’s just a little weird.”

“There’s nothing weird about chasing tails,” Green Dream insisted, situating herself with her butt facing away from Blueberry. “I bet other foals do it all the time. Now, I betcha can’t get it!”

Blueberry gave a half-hearted attempt to walk around, but Green Dream kept moving to face her, her tail dragging behind since... all she could do was feel it dragging. “C’mon, you gotta do better than that!” Green Dream declared teasingly.

Frowning, Blueberry pounced for her tail, and Green Dream ran forward, just barely avoiding it. “Woah, I guess I’m better at it than I thought!” Green said smugly, trying to wave her tail in the air. It... was that a twitch?

Blueberry pounced it then, and Green tried to jump away, but the other filly had bit down on the tip of the tail, giving the black thing a good yank when Green Dream stumbled in the opposite direction. It felt... suspiciously satisfying.

“Good job!” Green Dream declared, “Now leggo and let’s do it again.”

Blueberry spit out Green’s black tail, and Green circled around facing her butt away again, “Okay, ready... go!” Green declared, then walked forward as the filly pounced for her tail, getting her foot smushed in the hairs instead, until Green managed to move her butt far enough away. Blueberry immediately spun around and grabbed it, giving it an enthusiastic tug once she bit on it.

“Great!” Green Dream said, not feeling exactly horny or anything, but....

Spitting out Green’s tail, Blueberry said, “Why aren’t you moving your tail?”

“Because I don’t know how,” Dream confessed, “That’s why I wanted you to pull on it earlier, because if I feel it pulled, maybe I can pull back the other way.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Blueberry said in surprise, “So you wanna play that then?”

“Maybe later,” Green said with a wince in the direction of her hopefully not outraged parents, “But tail games are the kind of thing you can do when your parents aren’t watching. Uhm, what game were you going to say we play?”

“I was just thinking of a race,” she said, “From the tree to... over there.”

“Could you show me how to run?” Green asked, “I only know how to walk.”

“W-what?” Blueberry laughed in disbelief.

“I told you I was dumb!” Green stated, sticking out her tongue at the filly, “All I know is I walk with my back legs, and walk with my front legs, and everything walks. But you do that weird... gallop thing when you run.”

“Oh, I never thought about it,” Blueberry said in surprise.

“How about you gallop a little, and I’ll watch,” Green Dream suggested, “And you can try to figure out how your hooves are moving.”

“Okay, so just run a little?” Blueberry asked cautiously.

“Sure, then just run back,” Dream said agreeably.

The other filly then did a thing that Green Dream had never seen before, bounding away super fast, scooting around, and bounding back.

“Woah, what were you doing there?” Green asked Blueberry in amazement, “I never saw anypony move like that before!”

“Galloping you mean?” Blueberry replied in confusion, “Most ponies just trot. You can trot really fast. Galloping is the fastest though. You didn’t know any of that?”

“I had a weird... thing with my legs until recently,” Green Dream technically did not lie, “So I’m still a little unsteady on the whole deal. How were you galloping, then? It just looked like you were jumping.”

“Well, it’s like jumping, but you jump forward instead of up,” Blueberry replied, “Like when bunnies run, except we can put our front hooves down to catch us, and then just jump again. Galloping is pretty simple.”

“Can I try?” Green Dream asked. Then she sat back on her haunches, bouncing on her feet a bit, and then jumped forward, pinwheeling her forelegs and falling on her back as a consequence.

“No!” Blueberry said in giggles as Green Dream pulled herself up again, “You don’t jump like that. You push your front forward, so your front legs land.”

She jumped then, pushing her torso forward to make a small arc, landing solidly on her forelegs, then touching her hind legs down right behind them, she specified, “See? And then you just jump again.”

Dream tried again, and managed to make two or three slow, clumsy leaping bounds, before Blueberry said excitedly,

“No no, you don’t have to land hard on your front legs. Just use them to catch you a little, just enough to bring your back legs there for another gallop...thing. You want to jump *forward* not up. Like a rocket missile!”

“And... Equestria has incendiary munitions, great,” Green Dream said unappreciatively. At the filly’s cluelessness, she said, “Okay... here goes!”

Perhaps the most surprising thing was how fast it was. Green jumped horizontally, caught herself with her front legs and jumped again, and then it was like light speed just dashing forward with each jump like bound, bound, bound. It was actually hard to stop! She tried and her butt piled into her from behind, sending her flipping upside down and scooting across the grass on her side.

“Are you okay?” Blueberry asked the green filly who was panting and grinning like a maniac.

“That was *awesome!* I wanna gallop some more!”

Once she was standing though, Green had enough sense to ask, “Oh, but uh... how do you stop?”

“Oh. Um...” Blueberry said, thinking, then tapping a hoof out as if figuring out what goes where. “You just start trotting,” she said, “But you don’t know how to trot yet. Um... you walk your feet really fastly and pushing with your hind legs again, but not so much that you jump. You just...” she trotted forward a few paces, “...trot forward.”

Watching her legs with fascination, Green Dream said, “Okay, so it’s like galloping but you’re not really... pushing hard enough to jump and...” She tried it, but she didn’t make it two broken half-jumps before she was just stumbling forward trying to keep from falling over.

“You did it!” Blueberry declared, trotting up.

“No I... it was more like half jumping than trotting,” Green Dream said unhappily.

“Only the first two,” Blueberry said, “But you were trotting for the rest.”

“No, I was just trying not to fall over,” Dream said, “You know, just moving your legs to keep you from... falling over?”

“That’s um... trotting,” Blueberry said cautiously, “I think.”

“You don’t mean, you just...” Green Dream jumped forward enough to throw herself off balance, then stumbled forward until she came to a halt. “Push yourself off balance, and keep trying not to fall?”

“I don’t really know,” Blueberry said cautiously, “But it looked right. Try it again, but this time don’t stop.”

“Right, so keep falling... forward,” Green Dream said, facing the grassy lawn. She stumbled forward then, her both sets of legs alternating in catching her fall in a quick rhythm until something clicked and she realized she was moving the opposite front and rear legs together in tandem, just clip clop clip clop. More of a clump than a clop, because grass though.

“Woah, trotting is,” Dream said, slowing to a halt again, “...really hard to explain,” she concluded as Blueberry trotted up next to her. The front and the rear are just... in sync while they’re randomly catching you, and my front legs bend a lot more too, so I can... catch myself in the right place.”

“That sounds right,” Blueberry said simply, “You wanna try some more?”

“I’ll be racing you before you know it!” Green Dream declared haughtily, then with a giggle she stumbled forward into a trot. It was easy. It was just like walking, but you leaned forward like you were gonna fall over, and that kept propelling her forward with everything working right between her hooves and the ground.

The two played for a little longer, and there was absolutely no way Green Dream was going to beat Blueberry in a race. But Blueberry went off for lunch with her parents then, and Green Dream went off for “lunch” to ask her “parents.” She walked most of the way, but kept slipping into a trot, just for the novelty of it, and it really was a quicker way to walk. Like lifting two legs at once, instead of ponderously plodding forward one hoof at a time. Didn’t take her as long to get out of town that way, and soon she was alone among the wild meadows again. There weren’t farms around here thankfully, because they might go after her for “stealing” if she ate some wheat or something.

Green definitely found that she felt an extreme aversion to trotting while she was grazing. She just wanted to walk along, following the blades of grass that hadn’t been bitten yet, and a trot would have just zipped past faster than she could chew. She ate until she felt... full again. She was really thirsty though, so she went and looked for where ponies got their water.

Fountain? Ew, no. That water was recycled. The creeks were a possibility, but she didn’t know what was upstream from the ones leading out of Ponyville, and didn’t want to die of dysentary from a deer who shat in it like a jerk. Green Dream might have been an herbivore now, but she was fully convinced that if she saw a deer shitting diarrhea close to a water source, she would not rest until his head was mounted above her mantle. A whole wall full of dead heads of deer too stupid not to shit close to a water source.

Speaking of shit, Dream hadn’t yet, but she could definitely feel her gut working. “Pff, don’t be silly,” she told herself, “Girls don’t poop.” She’d definitely make sure to find somewhere nice and dry and away from traffic to deposit it though, when it came time for stuff to come out her other end. “Shit, how am I gonna wipe?” she wondered uneasily, “Just like a cat I guess.”

Eventually she came upon a decent idea. Walking to the houses at the edge of Ponyville, with yards facing away from town, she looked for one with no pony apparently in it, a low fence, and a garden hose in the backyard. Turning a spigot with a hoof was child’s play, convenient considering Dream’s biological age. And just a teeny trickle was enough for her to drink to her heart’s content. She turned off the hose then, and cautiously stepped out of the yard.

After that drink, Dream went up to a random pony in the middle of town—aand it was Bon Bon. “Excuse me!” Green Dream asked the bouncy pink and blue haired mare, pretending not to immediately recognize her, “Do you know where Saddle street is?”

Bon Bon was nice and happy to help, and Saddle Street was easy to find. Ponyville was *not* a large town. Green Dream just walked along it then until she saw a bridge, then counted three houses to either side, and—

“Hi! You came!” Blueberry called from where she was perched up on a picket fence by one of the houses.

“Surprised?” Green Dream asked in amusement, “So where’s this climbing tree of yours?”

The filly was quite eager to open the gate and let Green in. Foolishly eager, some might say, but Green would vehemently disagree. The green filly followed the pink and blue one back to a gnarled old tree that had a ton of trunks at its base, and branches that just curled right over to the side. And ponies had hooves. So one might wonder, and Green certainly did.

But Blueberry climbed normally at first, wrapping her whole arms and hind legs around the branch as she scooted up. Then she stood up on the big branch, looking upward, reared up and leaped, without losing her footing, grabbing the branch right above and pulling herself up to it.

“See? It’s easy!” she said, standing up again, “The branches don’t even go up, so you can just stand on them!”

“How are your hooves not slipping?” Green Dream asked skeptically, peering up at the filly.

“Hooves don’t *slip,* silly!” Blueberry called down in amusement, “We’re not cows!”

Dream opened her mouth, then closed it again. Then pushed her hoof against the rough trunk of the tree. It... resisted pulling free of it. Green looked at the underside of her forehoof in confusion. It was... just a hoof? She didn’t even know what a horse’s hoof was supposed to look like. It was kind of a hard U shape, with a kink in the bottom that made the stiff, leathery pad in the middle look kind of like an upside down heart. 

She’d already touched hooves to each other and felt no sort of resistance to pulling them apart. Was it like magnets? She nosed at it, and... her hoof could stick to her nose. It was totally automatic, yet she could feel herself doing it!

“What are you doing? Come on!” Blueberry called down, then adding in horror, “Oh no, have you never climbed anything ever before too??”

“I just came here because I thought you were cool!” Green protested up at her, after yanking her hoof off her own nose, “I don’t have to climb trees to watch you do it. Besides, how else am I gonna learn? How did you learn? You just climbed it, right?”

“Yeah, I just... but I mean... why couldn’t you ever climb a tree before?” Blueberry asks, sitting on the branch and looking down at me sympathetically.

Green probably could have thought up a snappy answer, but for some reason her heart wasn’t into it. “Okay, here I go,” she said, “First time climbing a tree ever.”

She wrapped her forelegs around the lowest branch then, and pulled, skittering with her hind legs until she slid back to the ground again. 

“*Second* time climbing a tree ever!” Dream announced stubbornly, this time walking up the side of the tree with her hind hooves, then... not really knowing how to get on the branch.

“You have to scoot with your belly!” Blueberry called down from above, “Just hug your thighs to it really hard, and scoot forward on the branch!”

It took more than a half dozen tries, but a panting, sweating, green furred filly managed at last to pull herself around enough that she was hugging the lowest branch, out away from the trunk, above the branch, with it holding her weight below her. Then Green Dream planted one forehoof, then another, and her hind legs were a little too far back for comfort, but she walked them forward then one at a time, and... was in a tree.

“I did it!” Green shouted up at Blueberry in delight, “My hooves are just sticking on right to it! This is great!”

“Your hooves are sticking?” Blueberry asked in confusion, looking at her own and saying, “Oh, I guess it is kinda like sticking.”

“What is it though?” Green asked, “I didn’t know hooves could... hold on like this.”

“I don’t know,” Blueberry replied, “It’s just how our hooves work. Maybe you could ask a teacher?”

“I—uh—suppose,” Green Dream said with an unavoidably troubled ear tilt, “When does school start again?”

“Tomorrow, it’s the weekend,” Blueberry said, then climbed down to dangle, before dropping with an envious grace right onto Dream’s lower branch. It swayed underneath her and she didn’t even slip, even on the rough bark, that she could *feel* was rough with her hooves, somehow.

“I’m never gonna be scared of rope bridges again,” Green Dream said in amusement.

“Huh?” Blueberry asked her, almost nose to nose with the other filly.

“Never mind,” Dream said, “So do you wanna... help me with my tail a little?” 

“What do you mean?” the filly asked, blushing a little.

“Well I just... need somepony to yank it around a bit,” Dream replied, “So I can feel what it’s like to move it. Then I can move it... better myself.”

“Well, I... I don’t know if my parents would be okay with that. They... talked with me about how I was p-pulling your tail earlier,” Blueberry admitted, red-faced.

“What’s wrong with pulling tails?” Green Dream whined, “I dunno how else I’m gonna figure mine out!”

“Well it’s just... ponies aren’t supposed to ...pull my tail,” Blueberry said, “It’s a... they said it was a bad place for me to touch, and I shouldn’t have done it.”

Green Dream finally put two and two together.

“Can your parents see us behind this tree, between it and the fence?” Green Dream asked slyly.

“No, I don’t see how,” Blueberry said, looking over at her house, “It’s okay though we’re in my backyard.”

“Well, I was just thinking you could help me with my tail then,” Dream replied, “And they wouldn’t know. We could just... you know, not tell them.”

“I–I don’t wanna get in trouble,” Blueberry said nervously.

“You won’t get in trouble, what are they gonna do?” Green Dream replied chidingly, “Lecture you about something they didn’t see? C’mon it’ll be fine!”

“O-okay,” Blueberry said, looking like she was distinctly unsure of whether it was okay. Well Green Dream would answer that question for her one way or the other.

Once they were in the shade of the relatively concealing tree, Dream poked at her tail and said, “Okay, bite the end and try pulling it to the right. I’ll try to pull it to the left, just with my own tail muscles. See if you can feel me... pulling my tail against your pulling.”

“You really think we’re not gonna get in trouble?” Blueberry asked eagerly, looking towards their house with a devilish excitement.

“Just go ahead,” Green Dream said cheekily, stretching around enough to lift her tail in a foreleg. Barely able to hold onto it, she hefted the volumnuous black tail, saying, “C’mon, don’t you wanna bite it and pull it around?”

With an excited giggle, Blueberry outright nommed on Dream’s tail, and yanked it hard to the right. It didn’t hurt, since she had so many hairs in her mouth that she wasn’t tugging on just one. “One more time,” Dream told her, “I wanna see if I can feel it.” So Blueberry tugged it again, not letting go, and Dream felt... things getting pulled at the base and her... back? “Can you feel that?” she asked, trying to fight against that stretching feeling back there by flexing those parts.

“Mmm-hmm!” Blueberry agreed, as Dream watched in amazement as her own tail twitched at its base, pulling away from Blueberry’s tugging. 

They worked Dream’s tail good, and she couldn’t help but give a quiet moan of pleasure as she fought against Blueberry’s tugging with her newfound muscles. “You okay?” Blueberry asked, dropping her tail.

“Oh, oh yeah I’m fine,” Green Dream said, starting to feel all tingly inside from the memory of it. “I think I can...” she pulled, and her tail swished to the left, “Yes!” 

Excitedly, Dream looked back and swished her tail to the right, and then up. And boy did it feel good to lift her tail. Those muscles were just *aching* to be used. 

“Awesome!” Blueberry declared, “You wanna—”

“Blueberry?” her mother called out the back of the house, “Where are you?” 

Desperately plugging Blueberry’s mouth with a hoof before she could say anything, Green Dream hissed, “Ssh! Just tell her we were climbing the tree. Go out there and talk to her!”

Blueberry nodded, then pulled away from Green Dream. Then Green... felt between her hind legs. Yep, she was definitely getting wet, and it was all tingly, as Blueberry said, “We were just climbing the tree. What’s wrong?”

“I want you where I can see you, Blueberry,” her mother said sternly, as Green Dream walked out from behind the tree and (get this) trotted up to them.

“Your tree is so cool, Mrs. Tart!” Green said excitedly, “The branches go flat, so you can just stand on them!”

“Well, if you must know, I used to climb that tree when I was a filly,” the mare said in amusement, “It was planted by my grandmother. That’s Blueberry’s great grandmother!”

“Wow, how old is it?” Green asked tactfully.

“Six hundred and thirty-seven years old,” she replied, “All the way back to Ponyville’s founding!”

“Wow, that’s... pretty darn old,” Green said thoughtfully, “Maybe I should plant a tree, to see if it grows that big for *my* grandfoals.”

Blushing, Mrs. Tart said, “Oh you don’t... need to worry about that yet, little filly. Unfortunately, it’s about time for supper, so you’re going to need to get yourself home now. Blueberry can play with you tomorrow after school if you like though. After her homework, that is.”

“Maybe we could do homework together?” Green Dream asked hopefully, before Mrs. Tart could give Blueberry a meaningful glare, “That’s what I thought friends could do sometimes. I mean... if it’s okay to be friends with her.”

Blueberry looked like she was going to cry, so Green didn’t object when her mom said, “Why don’t you go inside and wash up for supper?”

“Okay!” Blueberry said in relief, “Thanks.” She looked back at Green a little teary eyed, and also said, “...thanks.”

Then she rushed in past her mom, who looked after her, then turned back to face Green Dream. Moment of truth. Friends forever, or sic foal protection services on her? “Do you have... many friends, filly?” the mare asked Green.

“Oh, no, I...” Green’s ears twitched like they wanted to go down, but she resisted... mostly. “My family just moved here, so I don’t know many ponies yet,” she said again technically honestly, “Actually I think... Blueberry’s the first friend I... oh uhm...”

Blushing, I say, “I—I did meet some other... creatures before. They were the non-pony students,” Green saw the mare’s eyes light up in alarm, adding, “But don’t worry they were pretty nice too. It’s just nice if I could have a *pony* friend.”

Relaxing, the mare said sadly, “You should know filly, that Blueberry has had some... troubles making friends. If you would be her friend, it would do her a world of good.”

“Well, I... I almost didn’t actually,” Green admitted, letting her ears tip more, “It’s just kind of scary when... you know, her parents were watching.”

“What do you mean?” the mare asked cautiously, and as she was one of the scary parents, Green knew this was very touchy territory. Still, she just couldn’t leave someone growing up like this. Not again. Never again....

“Well most of my friends back in my old school, I just met them, and their parents weren’t watching so it was really easy to say hi,” Green Dream explained, “But when I said hi to Blueberry, I had to go and...talk to you, because I didn’t know if it was okay for me to say hi.”

“Of course it’s okay to say hi!” Mrs. Tart retorted in surprise, but not outrage, which was a good sign, “Just because we were watching her? You don’t know how lucky she is, to have parents who care enough to keep her safe!”

“Yeah, my... parents just let me go wherever, so I had to learn how to keep myself safe,” Dream replied, “So it’s nice that you’re there for her. But... I don’t think safe ponies make very many friends. Not every foal is as brave as... I am.”

Sighing, the green filly concluded, “It’s just Blueberry seems so sad. I’m worried that she thinks there’s something wrong with her. So maybe could you tell her why other foals might have... been afraid to be friends with her, and that it’s not her fault?”

“I...I’ll see what I can do, filly,” the mare said faintly.

“My name’s Green Dream, but you can call me Dreamy!” Green Dream said with a relieved smile, “I hope both of us make lots of new friends in Ponyville!”

Then she turned, and trotted the fuck out of there, tail held high, nosing open the gate like Blueberry had, and leaving the mare to her thoughts.

Then Green made her way back to that meadow she picked out, and resumed her extremely slow lawn mowing effort. It took a long time to eat her fill, and she was placidly chewing when she saw the sun drifting lower on the horizon. Swallowing, she groaned, “Ugh... forgot to get that blanket.”

At least Dream found a nice, gullible foal, whose parents seemed to be pretty gullible too. Dream loved gullible people. She would never, ever betray them, and have so much fun with them in the meantime!

She crept into Ponyville curiously that night, with the moon bright over clear skies. She wasn’t going to get a lot of sleep in this chill anyway, and she wanted to see what kind of a night life there was around here. Big surprise: none. Even the street lamps were out. It was great. Like she had the whole town to herself. And none of it to sleep in. ...

A clopping brought her attention, somepony walking about in the distance. Dream shrunk back from that, a little worried with how exposed she was out here in the moonlight. She tried her best not to make loud clopping noises, which worked pretty good considering how slow, small, light and anxious she was. It wasn’t until she was hidden in the comforting darkness between two tall buildings that Dream felt like she could relax. Her eyes adjusted to some trash heaps and a few discarded cans and... was that a cardboard box?

Dream trotted gayly along through the night, head held high from the giant box whose edge she held in her teeth. It smelled like apples. Wouldn’t last her until it rained, but... over on the edge of her meadow, in the darkness of the trees alongside, she propped up the box on its side, then crawled in and...pulled it down on top of her.

Still shivering, at least she wasn’t out in the open, and even the poor insulation of the cardboard helped when the warm air inside the box couldn’t escape. Back pressed up against a tree root coming up under here, Dream found it quite easy to sleep.

She dreamed. She dreamed of sadness and woe, of delight and eagerness, of a tremendous loneliness that should never have been. She dreamed of a male human going up excitedly to people and saying cheerful things, in a low droning baritone that just made them sneer and turn away. She couldn’t... dream of herself as a human, only of watching one do all that. She dreamed of waking up as a pony, trapped in her stupid apartment, with nothing to do but wish for someone to fuck her and wait for the end. 

She didn’t get older and fatter, but she just kind of melted, into a sad blob of green and black, that oozed its way down the shower drain that was inexplicably in her living room, and then she was looking at droplets of herself descending like rain to a shining blue planet below. It wasn’t Earth. It wasn’t a euclidean galaxy. It was a world, a universe that loved her, took her into its arms, held her like a foal, and whispered to her that everything was going to be alright.

Then, it plowed her into the ground, taking her passionately, filling her with hot jism because her rear was hanging out of the TV and ready to be fucked. A lustful moan in a young girl’s voice at the thick human cock inside her, because all she could do is grip the earth inside the TV, letting her cum inside herself. 

Knowing her womb was sparkling and shifting and changing now, feeling her whole body changing into a pregnant mare who needed to be a mother, she pulled herself all the way into the TV then, laying on her back, watching her belly swell with a planet growing in her womb. She kissed Gallus as he fucked her, then she pulled him into her spasming cunt. She needily stuffed Silverstream in there, with her green furred forelegs. Blueberry tried to get away, but she caught her, and kissed her as her clenching cunt swallowed the filly bit by bit. 

Blueberry stopped fighting it, crying out in ecstasy as she finally sank into Green Dream’s wet, gripping snatch, and became part of the giant planet growing within her. Mrs. Tart looked on in disapproval, but Green Dream just pissed right in front of her, washing the happy couple down the shower drain.

Then, Dream’s entire giant belly buckled and she needed to give birth so bad.  Arching up, kicking her legs, she pushed mightily as her cunt stretched impossibly wide, watching the blue green planet squeeze out between her ridiculously tiny hind legs. 

Wait, why was the universe now a floating, sentient spatula?

Some time later, Green Dream cracked open an eye under her cardboard, feeling a forehoof between her sticky hind legs, murmuring, “I am so fucked up.”

Some time later, Princess Luna found that banana peels managed to get the taste out of her mouth, grumbling, “Some ponies...”

The filly peeked out under her box to find the sky getting swiftly overcast, complete with pegasi hauling sections of cloud into place in the distance like colorful little flying ants. “Already?” she griped, but a rain cover was now higher on her mission list than blankets. She looked critically at her box that probably anypony could see from the path, and dragged it further into that stand of trees, leaving it sort of half propped up against some underbrush. “Have to upgrade to a crate, or something,” she remarked dryly, then worked her way out of the trees again, trying to eat her fill before any rain started falling. The grass was as tasteless as ever, and her only joy was grazing in a sharp right turn, to start on cutting out the picture of an “F” on the field.

Making her way down the path into Ponyville, she definitely noticed less foals around. Her trick earlier wasn’t gonna work unless she could get enrolled somehow, but she wasn’t real clear on how to do that. Some ponies gave her an odd look for being the only filly out, but she trotted along trying to look like she was in a hurry, and nopony bothered her until she found a place without ponies, walking behind one of the buildings to get her bearings.

“Okay, waterproofing... do they have plastic? I know ponies have umbrellas...” Green mused to herself, resolving in the end to just check out what sort of stuff ponies even had in this town. There was no way she was going to get away with stealing one of those big tents, but maybe a little one? She touched a tent that was some kind of jewelry shop, sneaking up behind it instead of confronting the vendor, and it just felt like canvas to her, but it had to be waterproof.

The rain was already falling as she found her saving grace behind what was most certainly and unquestionably Carousel Boutique. She didn’t really want to bother going in, when there was plenty of trash out back to make use of. What made it special was the quality of the trash. There was a metal can that she sniffed at once before grimacing and turning away from. She looked around to see if any ponies were watching, then she bit down on one of the trash bags next to the metal can, that didn’t smell like anything other than cotton.

It was convenient that the rain was dripping down around her ears as she worked, because any ponies who would have been watching had hurried under shelter already. She lifted the bag, which was light, but easily as big as she was, trying to haul it onto her back to drag it away from the boutique to the nearest place that was mostly out of sight.

Between two cottages again, hoping the residents didn’t open their windows and look down, Green Dream looked critically at her prize. Then bracing against the bag’s knot with a hoof, she slowly worked it open, finding of course scraps of torn cloth, cut out forms, and fragments of discarded clothing. Not a whole dress, but she could wait to look pretty later. Green dumped out the cloth on the ground, pawing into it as she stuck her head in the bag where drops were resounding hard on the inexplicable plastic overhead. 

Once it was half emptied, she pushed with her forehooves to crudely compress it to a more manageable size for a little filly, heaving the lengthy unused portion of the bag with her neck, until the bag lifted up enough to slide onto her back. Then—oh.

Pleased at her anatomy, Green Dream then went prancing on with an oversized garbage bag full of cloth stuck to her butt. She was doing that trotting thing so much more confidently now that she knew about the leaning forward part. She hurried as fast as she could manage, returning to the grove her box was in. Thankfully the foliage overhead had shielded the box mostly from the rain so far. But Green Dream opened the bag at the edge of the meadow, and started pulling its edges around the box, pushing the bottom of the box into the garbage bag with her hind legs. She paused to pull out more cloth now and then, but eventually the whole box barely fit into the bag. 

“That’ll...” the filly panted, “That’ll keep... thing dry. Okay...”

Dream looked critically at herself, all wet from the rain, and then shaking off she—wait, what? “I can *shake*?” she asked curiously, heading away from the box to try it again, only succeeding in wiggling her butt, until she wanted to shake and just... everything jolted into motion, water flying off her fur as she shook like a dog.

“So ponies are dogs now, I guess,” Green Dream said uncertainly, then dragged her trash bag full of cloth and cardboard around the edge of the trees until it was out of view of the road at least. Then she looked up at the rain sussurrating down overhead and her ears went flat, as she said, “Probably not a good idea to get in the box like this though.

She moved instead to sit under one of the trees around here, where the rain wasn’t falling as much. Or practically at all, in fact. She wasn’t sure how long that would last, but she shook off again, and sat her butt down against the trunk. Then things got boring.

She didn’t know what to do was the problem. School was... probably still going. She couldn’t even see where the sun was because of the cloud cover. She had shelter secured, technically, and food. And she didn’t want some nosy pony walking up to her in the middle of Ponyville and demanding to know why her parents weren’t watching her. 

She missed Blueberry already.