“Ha ha, I knew it would work!”
“W-what?” I say in confusion as the smoke dissipates, and what?!
“What happened to my voice?!” I squeak, struggling up, “I sound like a little girl!”
“That’s ‘cause you are a little girl, duh,” another kid says, and I look up to see Twilight Sparkle, purple striped indigo mane, bowl cut, lilac fur, luminous violet eyes, except this unicorn appears to be a foal, more like Apple Bloom’s age, and her voice sounds... off.
“Why am I a girl?” I squeal at the real pony holy crap, looking down at the dense pink fur covering my body, with a deep red tail, a-and I have hooves, and a tail and “Why am I a pony??”
“Because nopony wanted to be my special somepony,” the foalish Twilight Sparkle says all pouty, “So I made one!”
“One what?” I ask completely confused.
“A special somepony!” she declares in delight, “That’s why you’re a filly, because I just created you!”
Uh...
“Are you sure you created me, and didn’t... summon me, or transform me, or something,” I tell him cautiously.
“Nope!” Twilight says cheerily, “I’m absolutely sure I only transformed you into growing you up fast, so we could be the same age.” She smiles brightly, “I’m 12!”
I’m... 12? Holy crap I was 48!
“So... you couldn’t get a special somepony,” I summarize leerily, “And you created me, so I could be your special somepony.”
Blushing, Twilight says, “I... I know it’s weird. But I really did try. They just think I’m... too weak, and they don’t like books. You do like books, right?”
“...actually yes,” I reply, “But do you want a special somepony who likes you, or books?”
“Well it’s just... Shmancydance said books are rubbish,” Twilight replies unhappily, “And Upper Crust said I was too much of a nerd to... do special somepony things with, because I always have my nose in a book, even though I do not. Always.”
“Oh, so you want a pony who likes how you like books,” I clarify for him.
“Yeah, that’s it!” Twilight says with a bright smile, “So do you?”
...holy fuck yes. “Maybe, but I’m not supposed to be a...”
“...a?” he prompts.
“Never mind,” I say a little too hastily, “So you created me to be your special somepony.”
“Yes, I told you, you were!” Twilight says, indigo maned head tilting at me, “Are you... okay?”
“No I’m just confused,” I tell my fellow filly slyly, “Why didn’t you make me a colt?”
“Two colts can’t be special someponies!” Twilight declares with a giggle.
“Yes they can! Why can’t they?” I protest, hoping Equestria isn’t horribly homophobic or something.
“Because they can’t... do special somepony things...” Twilight says shyly, toeing the ground with a foreleg, “You know, things that a colt and a filly can... do together?”
“Well... yeah, but...” I reply, supremely confused, “What’s that got to do with us?”
“Uh, everything?” Twilight chirps, looking at me questioningly.
“But I’m a filly!” I protest.
“And?” she says skeptically.
“But *you’re* a...” Holy jesus fucking christ on a shit cracker.
“...a?” Twilight prompts. Again.
“You’re a colt?!” I blurt out in astonishment, “But you look just like a filly!”
“No I don’t!” Twilight shouts back, blushing red, “What about me looks like a filly?”
“Well you... have... noses that...” I try to recall from the show, but what was the difference between a colt and a filly? “...eyelashes?”
“I *don’t* paint my eyelashes,” Twilight declares with a grumpy stomp, “They just grow like that. So what? I’m still... colty.”
I... guess I could see it now. She—he might have shorter hair, or it just might be the shorter hair of a foal. His jaw looks square...ish? I’m trying to compare him to Snips and Snails and just drawing a blank at where you draw the line between filly and colt.
“You’re shorter than *I* am!” I finally declare triumphantly in outrage.
“Are you gonna make *fun* of me too?” he spits back angrily. Oh no. Oh no no no.
“All the colts think I’m a shrimp, just ‘cause I’m short, but a shrimp is a sea dwelling arthropod!” Twilight protests furiously. Oh god that’s hilarious. Don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh. “And just so you know,” he adds proudly, “I *wanted* you to be bigger and stronger than me, so you could *protect* me and stand up for me!”
Blinking, I state in disbelief, “You made me a filly Amazon?!”
“No,” he says with a furious pout, “I didn’t make you a giant. Just the ideal pony, physiologically. And that doesn’t mean... going and being special someponies with Spotfire just because he’s a junior Wonderbolt!”
...Spotfire?
“What’s your name?” I ask him hopefully, right around the time a certain little girl realizes that’s probably the worst time to ask that question.
He stares at me suspiciously, then says, “...Dusk Shine.”
“Oh, um, thank you Dusk,” I tell him noncomittally, “I-it’s just I have to know the name of my special... somepony.”
A pause, and he asks, “So you do like me?”
“I like you so much, I would hug you, if I knew how to walk,” I tell the adorable ~filly~ colt, “And I wanna... um... what do you know about... things special someponies do?”
“Uhm, yeah, it’s... yeah. I’m not supposed to, but they don’t guard the books or anything,” he says shyly, “Do you really have a... vagina?”
...wow.
“You’re asking *me?*“ I ask, looking back at my thankfully unmarked, pink rump. Oh right, I have a big red tail!
“Well I didn’t make you out of playdough!” Dusk protests, “Ultimately you just poofed here out of your biocomponents.”
“If you say I have a vagina, then I probably do,” I advise him sagely. “I haven’t even had time to touch it yet!”
Blushing, Dusk says, “Well, I just wanted to... I mean can I...”
“If you show me how to walk,” I reply confidently, “Then I’ll let you touch it all you want.”
Well, Dusk shows me how to walk, and he touches me to do so, though not in my vagina, just guiding me with his foreleg rather than his magic as I stumble across the cavern floor. If I’m female, I wonder how I feel to him. Soft? I know I’m furry. I can feel his hoof mussing up my fur as he steadies me.
“Oh so it’s... every other foot, but... okay,” I mumble, trying to get it right.
As I practice toddling around the cave floor, Dusk says offhandedly, “So I was just curious about fillies, and what they have down there. So I looked it up, and they said it’s a place that goes into you, that I can put my... that the male inserts his...”
“Penis?” I ask him, looking at him over my shoulder... and my own back. Pony necks are flexible!
“Y-yeah,” he blushes, “It says if the male ejaculates, then the female can lay fertile eggs, that hatch into... okay the book was on dragons, but it works the same for ponies sort of.”
“I can lay *eggs*?” I ask hopefully.
“N-no, just...” Dusk blushes, stating uneasily, “M-mammals keep their egg inside, I think.”
“Huh, so ponies are mammals, not insects,” I say thoughtfully.
“Insects?!” Dusk asks, cringing back.
“So you already know all about... pregnancy, and stuff,” I say, lifting a hind leg insecurely as I think about finally being able to do that. Me. Anyone who really knows me would pale at the prospect.
“So if I put my penis in you, and the ejaculation happens, then you’ll get a foal inside you,” Dusk continues to lecture, “A-and then you give birth to it. And that’s what my daddy did to my mommy, that made her belly grow big with me, and she had to... push me out of her vagina. The other book said. Sort of.”
“Huh,” I reply intrigued, walking in a slow circle until I’m facing away from him. “So right uhm...” Biting my tail and pulling it aside is a weird experience, because as soon as I start, I can feel with my tail, it being pulled aside, which is... not something I ever expected to feel. But I catch my tail in a foreleg, looking over my butt at him, saying, “So I’m gonna squeeze a foal out right *here*?”
“Y-yeah,” he says distractedly, staring at my plot with the thirst of a knowledge hungry academician.
“...you wanna try it?” I ask.
Blushing, Dusk looks away from my groin to meet my eyes. “N-not... really, but,” he says, “My penis, I was... t-touching it, and it started to get erect. And I wanted to... mount fillies and put it inside them, then. So, yeah I wanted to... try it, and I was hoping I could try it... with you.”
“Well go ahead,” I say casually, in barely contained excitement, “But remember if you ejaculate in me, I might start making your baby, and I can’t stop once I started doing that.”
“You can *choose* to do that?” he asks in astonishment.
“Nope,” I reply, “I just have to walk around all day with your sperm inside me, and if they finds my egg and turn it into a...”
“Zygote,” Dusk prompts quietly.
“Zygote, yeah,” I continue, “It just implants in my womb on its own. I don’t even do anything, I just start getting nauseous, and my body turns pregnant, then my belly just grows bigger from then on.”
“H-how do you know that?” he asks incredulously. Oh shoot.
“B-because I... inherited your knowledge!” I tell him cagily, “Yup, it put some of your knowledge in my head, all those books you read about... making foals.”
“Oh, so... you want to try it, too?” he asks, with perhaps the faintest of hope. “I mean you inherited the want of...?”
“...pretty sure I did, yeah,” I tell him soberly, “And I wanna feel it—you inside me. It’s just like you feel, except since I’m a filly, I want your penis, but it’s the same way you feel when you look at my vagina. You want your penis in, just like I want my vagina... taking in.”
“M-my penis is coming out,” he says, swallowing nervously, “You wanna um... see it?”
Ohh yeah, I want that thing inside me. I know I shouldn’t, especially not at age 12, but it’s just so adorable how Dusk’s cute little horse penis dangles down between his legs, then slowly stiffens straight as he grows erect.
“You ready to find out what a filly feels like?” I ask him sweetly, trying to sway my ass, but only losing my tail to flump in front of my genitals again. I can kind of... *feel* them back there.
“S-sorry, I don’t know how to move my tail yet,” I say, embrarassed, “You’ll just have to pull my tail up, but then you can get inside pretty easy.”
My tail rises on its own, and I look up to see Dusk’s magic tugging it over me. “Oh good idea,” I say in relief, making sure my ass is pointed his way, “Now you can mount me just like you saw in your books, and put your penis in there.”
“Are you *wet*?” he asks skeptically.
“...no,” I admit, “No, I’m not. You’ll have to... I don’t know how to do that either.”
“Can I um, perform...” the colt asks shyly, “Cunnilingus?”
“Wow, what books were *you* reading?” I ask him, impressed.
“I just wanna find out what’s... between your legs,” he says testily.
“Well, I don’t feel a penis back there,” I tell him, wiggling against his magic’s grasp on my tail a little, “Or any balls, so it looks like a slot, right? Right below where I poop.”
“Y-yeah,” Dusk says distractedly.
“Try smelling it first,” I say, “Aren’t females supposed to have special pheromones there or something?”
“I–I don’t... okay,” he says, any hesitance crumbling like a leaf.
“Let’s see if my pheromones drive you wild!” I say cheerily, hoping desperately that this isn’t some crazy dream, that I’m really a filly, and I’m gonna show a male Twilight Sparkle what it’s like to cum in my vagina.
Dusk noses down there, saying softly, “It smells kind of... spicy, not like pee or anything.”
“I haven’t even drank anything yet, so I don’t think you have to worry about peeing,” I tell him frankly.
Dusk licks me then, and I stiffen with a squeak. That... feels like somebody licking my balls. But it’s like my balls have a hole in between that his tongue pushes into that’s like the hole in the tip of my penis. It feels like it, anyway. He pulls back then, saying, “Oh, I–I think I found your vagina.”
“Don’t put your tongue in *there*,” I tell him hotly, “I don’t wanna feel anything in there, until your *penis* is going inside me. Just... tug on my labia. You know labia, right?”
“Mmmn,” Dusk says, tugging with his lips at that weird opening that feels like a giant piss hole, even though I probably pee from a little tiny hole within that whole... vulva he’s licking and lipping at. “And I think this is your clitoris?” he asks, licking at the lowest part of my—!
A short, surprised squeal escapes me as he effortlessly tongues against a... thing in me, that feels like I got zapped with lightning. “Be careful!” I declare behind me as Dusk pulls back in alarm, “It’s really sensitive! Just try tugging at... the parts that are attached to it, to make me feel it.”
He does, and holy crap it’s like my foreskin and my penis have a hotline to each other, tugging on what must be my labia, to put pressure on that inner tingly thing so powerful it’s giving me shakes. And then I feel it. Goosebumps inside.
“I think I’m getting wet!” I declare to him eagerly, “Keep at it, I think you’re doing it!”
He does, and I’m having all sorts of strange thoughts, urges to spread my legs and plant them, thoughts of that penis I saw filling me with lust. “Oh I’m... I’m really feeling it...” I say in wonder, “It tingles when you... touch me. Oh a little more, I think I can feel myself getting wet.”
His chin bumps my clitoris eventually and I give another little squeal, as something just *rushes* up within me briefly. “Woah!” Dusk exclaims in amazement, “A lot just started... coming out of you!”
“I–it’s not pee, I swear,” I tell him, not actually knowing whether I have a full bladder or not. I need at least gut bacteria to survive, so maybe I’ve got poop *and* pee in me?
“I know it’s not,” he replies, “It just kinda whooshed outta you, like a...” he rubs between my legs with a fetlock as my eyes cross at the feeling. “Like a lotion,” he concludes, “It’s really slimy.”
“Are you gonna... put your penis in me?” I ask anxiously, hoping against hope that nobody will jump in and catch us right now. “Your licking is making me want it,” I add, licking my own lips.
He licks me some more then, before rearing up to land on my rump. He’s right. I’m not a giant. I look back in eager anticipation as the horny colt outright mounts me. “How’s it feel to be a stallion now?” I coo back at him, “Your dad felt just like this, when he impregnated your mom.”
“I–I feel really needing to touch you with my... a-and put foals in you, and I don’t know how to ejaculate!” he says in turgid distress. His dick slaps my belly oh god I need that in me.
“Use your stallion muscles to lift your penis,” I tell him eagerly, “So you can just wiggle it into my slot.”
He does so, looking at me hopefully as his hips shift around, and I feel him poke me a few times, before I bite my lip at the feeling of him hitting home. “That’s... it,” I say in wonder, as I feel that penis wiggle right into my own penis, which I guess is my vagina now. “Just push now, and you should slide right into my vagina.”
He does, and holy heck! “Dusk, you’re *big*!” I declare passionately as my insides just start stretching wide around him. He pauses at that, so I qualify, “I–I mean I’m small. I mean you feel bigger than you look. Your penis.”
“Are you okay?” he asks again, quivering where his forelegs grip my flanks.
“I think I can feel my vagina!” I tell him in shock, “It’s stretching really good around you. I just can’t stop... unh... stretching!”
“Your vagina feels really, really wet,” Dusk says in impressment.
“Oh, push it in *deeper*,” I moan entirely too cutely.
Dusk hilts in me, his hips colliding with my own, as my eyes cross at just being blasted open, like my whole entire hips are stretched out around his massive penis. I know it’s not, but it’s so *present* inside me, it feels like a collosus, a giant male organ taking over Dusk’s mind with the urge to impregnate me. “You’re... *really hot* inside!” he declares in surprise. “Oh Celestia...”
“F-feels good, huh?” I ask, turning shakily back to look at him again. “I feel your penis so deep. That’s... that’s where you’re gonna put your foal in me.”
“How do I ejaculate?!” he asks in desperation, “It’s just *in* you and I *want* uh, u-uh...”
“Pull out, and push back in again!” I urge the horny colt, “Do that over and over until it—” his eyes lose focus as he shifts his little colt hips and *slides* out, then *pushes* back in again. “That’s gonna make you ejaculate!” I ecstatically squeal. He does it again, and again, and again again again again, “Dusk! It’s... making me... I feel it... too!”
I turn forward then, and just pant desperately into the cave air, as I feel his tool pile in and out of me. My legs are so stiff, and I *have* to push back, to let him in my body, to impregnate me, as he thrusts more and more eagerly. He reaches a smooth, rolling, instinctive rhythm, and I love it, because he’s mating with me now. He’s fucking me like an animal now, and all I want to do is stand here and pant, not even caring that my tongue’s out. I don’t wanna do anything but fuck. Princess Celestia could appear before us, and I’d keep doing this, because it feels so good, and it’s making him put a baby in me, and I want to feel him shove deep and just do that. It’s amazing as we fuck, exactly what I wanted, and an orgasm is rising in me, but I don’t care. All I care about is fuck, fuck, fuck, getting him to cum in me.
Oh god, I don’t wanna orgasm! It might make me stop fucking him! I can’t hold it back, his penis is *making* me orgasm! In, out, in, out, tingling rising as my gasps also rise in pitch and urgency. Hurry and cum, Dusk! I can’t hold it! I ca-a-an’t... it fills me like lightning, stiffening every muscle in my body as I can’t take the pumping stimulation into my passage pushing me higher, higher, *higher* why do girls even orgasm? Ahggh! A loud squeal belts out of me as I can’t hold it and just fall into a shaking orgasm. Dusk forces himself into my helplessly convulsing vagina, as I cry out at the tingling pleasure sweeping through me, trying to make it easier for him to fuck me through it. It’s like it never ends! I manage to stop *grabbing* his penis with my cunt, but his thrusts are still putting me up at that razor’s edge, like I need to orgasm just any second now.
Dusk *flares* in me then, and shoves deep when he does so, as moaning, I feel the compulsive clenches start up again. “Why do you keep... squeezing me like that?” Dusk asks intensely, clinging to me as I orgasm there in utter pleasure at that penis deep inside me. “I can’t stop it!” he squeals in a panic, “It keeps getting bigger... you won’t stop squeezing me!” Oh god he’s ejaculating. I’m gonna get teen pregnant with Twilight Sparkle’s foal!
I... stop squeezing, before too long, and Dusk has to resume short intense thrusts, but it’s clear he’s right at the point of no return. “You’re about to ejaculate,” I tell him with a silly smile as the colt grinds against my hips, “So get ready to put a foal in my... belly, with your penis.”
“It... feels so good!” the colt says as I look back at him, with his vivid violet orbs narrow and scared.
“It’s okay, just let it happen,” I tell him soothingly. “Think of how big my belly’s gonna get when I grow your foal in me. Let it fill you up, then... ejaculate into me.”
“Unh! Unh! Unh!” he yelps, humping deep and short. I love him so much~ “Unh! Unh! Unh!” he declares, losing sight of me and staring upward, his whole hips shuddering as he pulls back and jams in, spurting hot semen into me with an, “Unh...!”
Even as a colt, his climax is incredible. “Unh... Unh... Unh...!” he pants, still staring upward in awe, as he ejaculates spurt after spurt into me, and there’s so much that I have time to tell him,
“That’s it, you’re putting your foal into me. Every... spurt... deep inside.”
He turns his head down to meet my gaze as I speak, amazement and adoration in his eyes for the filly he’s spurting into. I can feel him doing it~!
Dusk stares at me, holds his hips tight against mine, and spurts, spurts, spurts into me. Then his intense determination wavers as I feel the spurts stop coming, and I smile at him, saying, “That’s it. You’re done impregnating me.”
“That was... you just... I just started...!” he says in astonishment, still clinging to my rump.
“Yeah, I felt your semen going into me,” I say in happy relief, “You were really pumping it into me good.”
“I couldn’t stop!” he declares in exaspermazement.
“Nope, and neither can I now,” I tell him, a flutter of excitement in my voice as I add, “I’m just gonna be standing around in a few days, and your sperm are gonna *get* my egg then, and turn it into *your* foal.”
“Zygote,” he faintly corrects.
“Then your foal’s gonna stick himself into my uterus, and I’m gonna start feeling myself turning into a mommy,” I continue heedlessly.
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this,” he says uneasily, rearing up and I can’t stop him from *sliding* out and dismounting me.
I feel his semen sliding out of me already, panting as I tell him, “I’m gonna have such a round, furry belly. I won’t be able to stop eating, to feed your foal in me and make it bigger and bigger. A-and I’ll let you be present for the birth.”
“For the... birth?” he asks in dazed confusion.
“Some mares don’t... let their special someponies see them giving birth,” I tell him unhappily, “It can be kind of scary, and I’ll probably have to scream a lot.”
“Scream...?” he asks, pupils narrowing.
“They’re more like battle cries, I’ve heard, like just rrrrgh, must get foal out of me! But louder, and uh... I just w-want you to see it, since it’s your foal too.” A little shyly, I add, “I mean just imagine this... filly slot of mine stretching open like a balloon, like a really slimy balloon, while I stand there and just push your foal out between my legs at you.”
“That... sounds really gross,” Dusk admits, blushing himself.
“Well too bad,” I reply smugly, “I wanna show you, so you’re gonna have to watch your foal being born!” I’m so mature about this, that I even stick my tongue out at him, at this point.
So Dusk isn’t a virgin at age 12, and I’m apparently having his foal. He was lucky, or savvy enough to summon the one twisted soul who’d just... get pregnant at the drop of a hat. I spent my whole life without even a hope of getting pregnant, and as Dusk teaches me to walk, and helps me leave the chamber of the well I was created in, Dusk’s seed is inside me, happily impregnating my egg. Or something. Maybe I’ll start taking it seriously later when I start showing signs of pregnancy, but for now I just stumble on after him, happy that I felt him mount me, and go inside me, and cum inside me. I’m 12 again, I just fucked a 12 year old foal, and no amount of giving birth is ever going to take the memory of that away from me. I’m gonna get my favorite pony so laid it’s not funny. ♥
We don’t get caught, amazingly enough, and his horn shines as he closes the massive and complex doors, that appear to have been sealing the cave we just came out of, then just... runs off with me like it was nothing. We travel through a corridor, past some gates that look like they shouldn’t open from the other side, and then into a genuine secret passage behind a statue, which leads straight into a city park. It’s green and sunny where we come out, from a stone door that seamlessly slides shut behind us in a wall of interlocking bricks.
“C’mon,” Dusk says, “Let’s go to the *library!”*
“I think you read my mind,” I tell him appreciatively, even though all I was thinking of at this point was how we would go about playing in the park.
The Canterlot Public Library thankfully does not need any sort of ID card just to get in the building. No doubt you need one to check out books, but we’re just going in to read about... forbidden things.
I help Dusk a little bit. He knows the library in and out, but I know that to find something forbidden, you look for where it’s not...
“Why are we looking at a book of what to eat when you’re *having* a foal?” Dusk asks in confusion, peering down at the stretched smiles on the faces of the various ponies entirely too delighted with their up-coming parenthood. What an unrealistic fantasy! Anyway Dusk uses his magical unicorn powers to turn the page, and I read out loud for him (we’re off a ways from any other pony reading, and I’m still very quiet about it) “Ewwwwww.”
“Ponies eat *fish*?!” Dusk whispers in amazement, “Ponies eat *fish*?!” It’s worth mentioning twice.
“Well fish is made out of muscles and bones,” I tell him, “And so are baby ponies. So maybe it’s... something you want to eat when you need to grow a foal in you?”
“But it says you’re not supposed to.”
“That’s why I said ewwww,” I tell him in disgust, “I don’t wanna eat raw fish and hope that I get sick!”
“But you wanna kill your foal?” he whines.
“Killing something else is different than killing yourself,” I insist, “Though I suppose a foal is about as close to yourself as it gets.”
Subsequently, we get to a part where I go “Oooh,” and Dusk goes “Ewww.”
“It says not to eat caffeine!” I whisper excitedly, “That means I can drink lots of coffee and maybe stop being pregnant!”
“Coffee tastes horrible though!” Dusk whispers back.
“Still, it’s better than... ugh... raw fish.”
...
“Haha, well I knew alcohol could cause miscarriage. You must’ve read that before Dusk, and not remembered.”
“I guess so. We’re not supposed to drink alcohol though.”
“We’re *also* not supposed to make babies in my belly,” I insist, “So it’s still doing what we’re supposed to do.”
...
“How about if we actually look up books on abortions?” I suggest, “They usually have much better ways to get them, even if they’re really expensive.”
...
“Mifepristone?” Dusk says in outrage, “All you have to do is take a *pill*?”
“Oh, it says down here you might have to take two pills,” I point out.
“Still it’s a lot better than... raw fish,” he replies.
“Yeah... there are barely any side effects, too!”
“Uh... bloating, cramps, vaginal bleeding, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea... how is this barely any side effects?”
“Well those are all side effects of pregnancy and giving birth,” I point out, “So they’re not really side effects of the pill.”
...
“300 bits?!”
“Is that a lot of bits?”
“I only get 5 bits a week for my allowance!”
“Oh, so... that’s 60 weeks, which is... how many years?”
“More than one year,” he says.
“Well maybe I can find a way to get money too,” I say, “So that’s only 30 weeks. If we both save up, for fifteen weeks, then I’ll only be fifteen weeks pregnant when we can afford it.”
“How uhm... big is the foal then?”
“I dunno, let’s look it up.”
“Hmm, so 6 inches long. Not ideal, but it’s a start. Your parents can probably help too, at least once. They won’t want us to make a habit of it though.”
“But I already ejaculated into you,” he whispers, “In 30 weeks you’ll be almost all the way pregnant!”
“Yeah, twice as big, twice as heavy... it’s still doable, but I think I should make sure to eat lots of unwashed vegetables.”
...
“So I can drink raw milk, sure. And sprouts could have Listeria on them. And I can’t say no to raw cookie dough!”
“You’re taking this awfully lightly!”
“You’re not the one who has to grow a foal in her! If I get squeamish about my own body then I’ll have a foal! And that’s way harder than any of this stuff!”
“Having a foal is hard??” Dusk asks in horror.
Blinking at him, I remark, “You did read about that, didn’t you?”
“The uh... the book shows the foal just... coming out of the mare, so that’s hard to do?” he asks.
“It’s not *that* hard, otherwise I wouldn’t do it,” I say flatly, “But it’s harder than a little cramping!”
“S-should I not have done that?” Dusk asks looking at me with worry. “I didn’t want to hurt you or anything.”
“Hey, if I wanna get hurt, then I’m gonna get hurt,” I tell him, “It’s not your fault if you didn’t even know. I thought you read about this stuff!”
“Maybe I didn’t... read enough,” Dusk says sheepishly.
“It would go figure that you go create a filly from scratch after reading one book on mating,” I grumble, “Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you created a filly. And fillies do painful stuff sometimes. I really don’t mind, it’s just how my body works.” A thought, and I add in a whisper, “I mean, I do mind, but I can take it. I felt you putting a baby inside me, and that’s incredible! I’ll take a little pain any day if I get to have a vagina that I can feel filling up with a penis.”
“That... was pretty incredible, wasn’t it,” Dusk says with a silly smile.
“And you can do it as much as you want,” I quietly assure him, “Just lemme get a few... practice runs at being pregnant, before I go and do the whole thing.”
“Can we do it... uhm... now?” Dusk asks looking around, “Somewhere?”
“Well, yes and no,” I tell him, “Are there quiet reading rooms in the library? Just for like a few peop—a few ponies?”
“Yes there are,” he says cautiously.
“And can you turn out the lights in those rooms, so nopony can see inside?” I ask him slyly.
“Oh, yeah you... that might actually work,” the colt says, lifting a foreleg and pondering at it.
“And the answer is also no,” I tell him, “Because *you* don’t wanna do it yet.”
Blinking, Dusk says, “What? Yes I do! I mean, I don’t want to hurt you but—”
“No, I mean... your body needs to make more semen,” I tell him, “Did you read about the refractory period?”
“Oh, is that what that is?” he asks me in a curious whisper.
“Yup,” I reply, “You should know when it’s over, because you start feeling um... antsy to get inside me. Just don’t worry about it for now, and when you need to do it, we’ll do it.”
“Alright I suppose,” he says agreeably, “You wanna look at any more books?”
“I want to look at *all* the books,” I tell him, wide-eyed. Then I blink and add, “But uh... anything is good really. We know a little about the whole pregnancy thing, so maybe... do you know any good books on Equestria’s history?”
“Do I?!” he murmurs excitedly, “There’s a whole section!”
As Dusk trots ahead of me, my mood’s a little bit dampened seeing his joy. I hope I won’t have to start doing stupid filly stuff too soon, and make him feel all resentful and bitter and stuff. It would suck if I came to ponyland, only to die eleven months later in childbirth. At least my foal would live on so they wouldn’t be able to act like I never existed, but I don’t wanna be the mom who’s just fuel for some foal’s angsty backstory. Matter of fact if I was, I’d probably use Starswirl’s time travel spell to travel back to several minutes before the moment of conception and warn myself not to do it.
Yeah, travelling through time to tell yourself you’re gonna die in childbirth, while dying in childbirth... definitely sounds like a good use of that spell, if it truly can only be used once.
But nah, I’ll probably be fine.
We read together, and apparently the princesses really are that old, Luna being a thousand years behind her sister of course. I wonder how it’s possible that somepony could live that long, or if the sisters even are ponies. There’s a book on the evolution of the modern Equestrian airship, and how Cloudsdale was initially a pegasus stronghold created during a weather disaster 574 years ago that almost lead to armed conflict between ponies.
Things get on towards dinner, and Dusk leads me out of the library to his house. All the way there he’s all like, “And you can sleep in my bed. And we can go to school together. And I bet my dad will love you.”
“Not your mom?” I ask curiously.
Dusk ponders, then says, “I bet she’ll love you too. I dunno about my sister though. She’s a butt.”
Dusk is gonna get in *so* much trouble, but I don’t know if there’s anywhere I can hide in *Canterlot* without someone noticing a homeless filly and doing something awful to me, like sending me to an orphanage. There’s probably a better solution out there, but I have one afternoon since my creation to think of one, and nothing’s coming to me.
I’m better at walking at least, not quite trotting, but able to follow Dusk out of the city park, down some streets made of flattened cobblestone, with big adult ponies walking past us left and right, some unironically with their noses up in the air as they so elegantly pass.
“Come on, let’s see if she has a snack before dinner,” he says blithely, trotting up a small set of stairs into what looks like a row house, amid several all along this street, towering high overhead. Climbing stairs up is easy, of course, and I find myself in a small living room, with a lounge style couch, and a big bookcase, a coffee table, and a painting on the wall, of the ocean waves crashing on a cliff. The stairwell goes both up and down, and he goes up, so I follow, hearing the sounds of bigger hooves clipclopping up there and the clink of metal on metal.
Dusk pauses at a doorway to a kitchen, with a big blue pony standing in there at a soup pot, whose mane and tail are an even deeper blue, with a crescent moon inside another crescent moon as her cutie mark. “Hi mom!” he calls out happily, “Are there any snacks?”
“Out on the dining room table, honey,” she says in a kind of goofy voice, without turning around. Which probably buys me several more seconds of a pleasant existence. He goes further in the back, and there’s a very short table without chairs, that has a bowl of what look like hazelnuts on it, with a set of two bowls stacked atop each other.
“Aww, nuts,” Dusk says in disappointment, “I was hoping it’d be cookies.”
“Maybe we can make cookies later?” I suggest, and his eyes light up again at that. So cute! That colt ejaculated into me!
“Okay!” he says, levitating both bowls in his pink magic, putting hazelnuts in one, and hazelnuts in another, then floating one over to me. “Here you go!”
Then the bowl kind of drops to the floor, spilling the nuts.
“Why didn’t you take it?” Dusk asks in confusion.
“With my hooves?” I ask, looking down at the short forelegs that certainly couldn’t reach the bowl, even after it has fallen.
“No, with your magic!” he states.
“I’m a unicorn?” I ask, looking up at him in surprise.
Dusk blinks, and I blush saying, “N-never mind you wouldn’t have said that if I wasn’t. Um...” On my feet, that is to say haunches, I can lift a foreleg up to tap at a definite spire of some stiff material that appears to be embedded in my forehead. My hoof actually taps against it too, and the feeling telegraphs down my forehead too. Weird.
“You can use your magic, can’t you?” he asks worriedly, “I said you had to be a unicorn like me but I didn’t say you had to have magic, but I thought that was implied.”
“I dunno, how do you use magic?” I ask in confusion, “You do something, and then your horn lights up. How uh... is there some muscle I move or something?”
“Well, um... a-actually you might not be able to,” he says blushingly, “If you’re not old enough, magic is really hard to use, because your carbuncle is still immature.”
“You can use magic, though,” I say, pointing a hoof at the floating bowl, “So how do you do it? Like, okay, see? I have aaarms.”
Dusk looks at me in confusion as I scoot up to the fallen bowl of nuts. “First I flex my um... biiiceps,” I tell him, “And triceps. I use my eyes to know how to keep both arms aligned, by flexing more or less in each one.” I swivel my arms up and down like a robot a bit, before saying, “And now I put one hoof on eeeach end of the bowl, which you can see with your eeeyes.”
I lift the bowl, pinned between my two forehooves, holding it triumphantly overhead, saying, “And now I have lifted the bowl, up into the air, using my magical powers of muscles, and friction!”
I drop the bowl trying to put it down, and look at Dusk questioningly. “Oh, no no,” he says, “Keep going, you’re being very educational.”
Blushing and... something with my snout, I say, “T-that’s it. I just wanted to show you how to tell somepony how to use their arms, if they never used them before. So can you do that with your horn, to show me?”
Dusk giggles, saying, “Okay, first I look at the fallen nuts with my eeeeyes.” Okay that is kind of funny. “Then I reach out with my miiiind”
“Wait, how do you reach out with your mind?” I cut in quickly.
Dusk blinks at me, then looks at the hazelnuts again. “Wow, this is harder than I thought,” he says pensively. Then fixing me with a violet irised determination, he says, “Okay, you look at the nuts.”
?
I look at the nuts.
“Then look over there,” he gestures with a hoof. I look at the... wall?
“You’re not reaching your mind to the nuts now,” he explains, “Now look at the nuts again.”
I look at the nuts, not quite seeing what he’s getting at.
“Now you *are* reaching out your mind to the nuts,” he says, “A teeny little bit. So look at the wall.”
I look at the wall.
“Then look at the nuts, and see how you just reach out to look at them?”
“K-kinda?” I guess, looking at the nuts with trepidation. I’m not sure I’m ready for this!
“Okay look at the wall,” I do , “Then look at the nuts,” I do, “Then reach out *more.*“ I d—uh.
“Woah,” I say dazedly, staring at the nuts but it like really reaches out to them, “I guess you just... concentrate more on the nuts? It feels more like reaching out than concent...trating—*oh!”* Looking away from the nuts, I stop reaching for them saying to Dusk with delight, “Reaching *out* with your mind! I get it! Yeah that’s easy!”
“The hard part is sparking your horn,” he says. “But you reach out to the nuts or whatever, then pull your magic *out* of your horn, like a rubber band, then just... sssnap!” his horn lights up in pink light.
“That sounds... painful,” I tell him honestly, not even sure what I’m feeling, thinking about rubber bands in my horn.
“Dusk?” that lady in the other kitchen calls out, walking through the doorway we entered from, “Is that a... a *filly?*“
“She’s my special somepony!” Dusk announces to the big blue mare who stops looking at me in concern and surprise to regard her son beaming from ear to ear.
“Oh, Dusk, you don’t—” she glances at me again, “You don’t just call a filly your special somepony!” she whispers anxiously in his direction. “You have to...” I think she realizes I can hear her perfectly well. Straightening up, she looks at me and asks, “Is this your... friend?”
“Yeah, we’re friends,” I tell her chirpily, in a much squirrelier voice than her fruity round one, “Dusk said I’m his special somepony, so that means I am!”
“Filly, you uh...” the mare balks at responding to that, “Why um... w-what’s your name, little filly?”
...shit
“H-hold on *one* second!” I declare to her urgently, then walk my way over to Dusk’s side of the table, whispering in his ear, “Dusk, quick! What’s my name?”
“What’s *your* name?” he whispers back, “Why are you asking *me?*“
“*You* created me!” I whisper, “Where else am I gonna get a name?”
“Well uh... oh, uh...” he says, looking genuinely troubled for the second time today. Mrs. uh, Shine is looking at me very oddly.
“I’m not sure I like this game you two are playing,” she says uneasily, “But really, filly. What is your name?”
“I dunno,” I say, shrinking back from her discerning gaze.
Mrs. Shine smiles in relief and says, “There, that wasn’t so hard was it?” What?
“And you really are friends with my little Dusk?” she asks a confused filly hopefully, “I mean, forgive me for asking.”
“No, no it’s fine,” I tell her, “And yes we are friends I think. Unless he starts being mean.”
Mrs. Shine actually laughs at that, saying, “I don’t think you have to worry about that with him!”
Well that’s good to know.
“Well, I’m pleased meet you, miss Ida,” Dusk’s mom says happily and oh god no.
“Yep, that’s me...” I say with a weak smile, “What’s *your* name?”
The mare blinks at me. W-what did I say?
“Sorry, um, it’s... it’s Nightingale,” she says in bashful relief, “Don’t mind me, just everypony calls me mom these days.”
“After *two* kids?” I reply in an impressed tone, “I should hope so!” Nightingale looks queazy at that, so I assure her, “But you’re not my mom, don’t worry, so I can’t call you mom. Or should I call you Mrs. Shine?”
“That would probably be uhm, appropriate,” the big blue mare says unhappily.
“Okay, no problem, Mrs. Nightingale!” I tell her happily.
“It’s uhm... Mrs. Shine,” Nightingale reluctantly corrects me.
“Right. Mrs. Nightingale Shine,” I assert proudly. She blushes at that, so I make sure to add, “And it’s a very beautiful name!”
“Oh, well I...” she almost covers her face with a foreleg, it’s adorable. Well, adorable as a giant pony twice my height can be. “That’s very kind of you,” she states at last. “Have you been friends with Dusk for long?”
“Not long,” I admit, “But we’re already special someponies!”
“T-that’s... Dusk didn’t tell me he was having a... friend over.” She then grumbles under her breath, “Or having a friend,” and I think I must have big ears or something.
“Since we’re special someponies now, she gets to sleep in my bed!” Dusk announces proudly.
Mrs. Shine blushes heavily at that, so at least it’s turning her on, on *some* level, and stammmers at Dusk, “N-now that wouldn’t um I-I’m afraid that—don’t you think that might be a little... inappropriate?”
“What? Why?” Dusk asks in a hurt tone, looking up at his mom with a disarmingly cute pout that no mortal could withstand.
“Because she’s a filly, and you’re a colt,” Mrs. Shine says matter-of-factly, “It’s inappropriate.”
“But how am I supposed to be special someponies with a *colt*?” Dusk whines, and Mrs. Shine blushes even deeper at that, hmm...
“You are way too young to even think about having a special somepony,” Mrs. Shy says hotly.
“But Sunset Ranger has one!”
“Sunset Ranger is three years older than you!” Mrs. Shy protests, “And I thought I told you he was a bad influence!”
“He’s *so* good at magic though!” Dusk complains in awe, “And his special somepony is Gleaming Shield! She’s gonna be a royal guardspony!”
“S-Sunset is too young for a special somepony as well, and he—they should be ashamed of themselves!” Mrs. Shy declares in outrage, and alas, I think we’ve lost any arousal she may have held. Good to know there is *some* at least. “You cannot have a special somepony, and you certainly cannot sleep with some filly in the same bed!”
“Don’t worry, Miss Nightingale,” I tell her helpfully, “I don’t mind if Dusk and I sleep in separate beds!”
“Oh, well that’s a good... wait,” she says uncertainly.
“We don’t have a whole nother bed though!” Dusk protests.
“Do you have a sleeping bag?” I ask.
“Yeah, we do!” Dusk says brightly, “We use it for camping. You can sleep in that!”
“Sounds great!” I tell him with a smile, “Can you go set it up for me?”
“Sure!” he announces, and the blue haired lilac colt trots off out of the room and up the stairs.
A solid two seconds, and Nightingale says quietly, “Nopony ever said anything about you staying overnight.”
“I know, but Dusk would be so disappointed,” I tell her with my best attempt at a pout, “Can’t I stay with you just for a little bit?”
It must be my calling or something, because Nightingale Shine cracks like an egg, with an indulgent smile, saying, “Oh heck why not. It’s the first time he’s ever even... and you may be a filly, but that’s not a problem at your age, as long as you don’t try to be... special someponies.”
Thinking back over the years, I strategically tell the best kind of truth, saying, “My ...uncle had a... special somepony once, and she started getting a baby inside her belly.”
Dusk’s mom sits next to me, looking down at me with concern as I tell her, “Then I had a new cousin, who was just a little baby, just like um... Dusk was inside your belly, right?”
“I—I w-well I mean, yes, but...” the mare stammers uneasily.
“It’s okay,” I assure her, “I think it’s really cool that you had Dusk in your belly once, and he came out and turned out to be the best friend I could have! So thank you for doing that, and making him inside you!”
Wow, a solid, speechless blush. I definitely don’t want to push this any further. So... I go back to the matter at hand, saying, “So are you worried about me getting a baby inside me?”
“No! No. Noo. No,” she assures me with a smile, “You’re not going to be doing *any* of that, now.”
“Any of what?” I ask innocently.
“Any of... the thing that... puts a baby in your belly!” Nightingale says with difficulty. I reeeeally shouldn’t push it.
“What thing?” I ask eagerly, “How do you get a baby in your belly?”
It is so incredibly amusing to make Dusk’s mom flustered. She’s the most adorable grownup I’ve seen so far. Well, she’s the only grownup I’ve talked with so far.
“You... if a... if a colt tries to touch you somewhere you’re not comfortable,” Nightingale says with a smile that might be soothing to a baby gargoyle, “You... don’t let him do it!”
“You mean like, on my *nose*?” I ask in confusion.
“No, like...” she’s blushing heavily now, “Like under your... tail.”
“He can’t touch the bottom of my tail?” I ask, putting a forehoof down on the tip of the silky red thing, “How does that put a baby in me?”
“No!” Nightingale yelps, “Like... between your legs?”
“So... under my tail, between my legs,” I list off carefully, “And if he touches me there, I’ll get a foal in my belly?”
“Es...sentially,” Dusk’s mom says, looking at me worriedly, “Shouldn’t you be asking *your* mommy about... this?”
“Yeah, probably,” I say feeling a little disenheartened. I guess I’m an orphan, if I just got created out of nothing. Looking up at her again, I ask hopefully, “And what if he already touched me there?”
“W-w-w-w-**what**??” Nightingale squawks, stumbling to her hooves, “Dusk would *never—!”*
“I’m just asking what if he had?” I reply insistently, “Do I *have* to have a foal, then?”
“N-no,” Nightingale admits, then clarifies, “But this is really something you should ask *your* mommy. I’m not the one to... to tell you about these things.”
“Oh, well... okay,” I say, a little guiltily. I didn’t even need to grill her, really. Dusk and I can read about anything we want to know. I just wanted to know how she... feels about it. So, not good, but not unsalvageable. And if this is the difficult parent, Dusk’s father should be a snap!
I just jynxed it, didn’t I.
“Uhm, the uh,” Dusk says in the awkward silence that ensues between me and his mom, “The sleeping bag is ready.”
“Oh, that’s great, honey!” the mare says happily in his direction, “We were just talking about uhm... mare things!”
“Okay,” he says suspiciously, “You didn’t look like you were talking at all.”
“Just a... lull in the conversation,” she replies with a nervous laugh.
“Great! So what’s for dinner?” I ask, before Dusk can question her further.
“Now hold on, little filly,” Nightingale says in a cautioning tone, “First, I’m gonna have to talk to your parents to make sure it’s okay for you to stay over.”
“Oh, well...” my ears go down on their own, so fuck it. “I don’t exactly ummm heh heh h-have parents.”
“You don’t exactly have parents?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Not anymore!” I tell her, and should I tell her that? Or should I tell her Dusk is my parent and spill the beans? But... I remember my old life, so... I guess I count as an orphan. “They um... went away,” I tell her politely, glancing at Dusk, “Like, away away. They’re um...” I glance at Dusk again, “Sleeping a long time. You know.”
“You’re a-an orphan?” Nightingale asks incredulously, with a glance at Dusk. Heh, she cares about spooking him too. “Who is your... caretaker then?”
Uh...
“I don’t... have one,” I admit with a wince, because what else am I supposed to say? I can’t bluff that I’m a filly hobo! “So I might need to... have a sleepover for more than one night.”
“Where did you *find* this filly, Dusk?” Nightingale asks the colt incredulously.
“In the uh... I wasn’t really... uh...” Dusk squirms. I can’t do this.
“He created me!” I squeak to his rescue. Wait, did I mean rescue, or condemnation?
His mom looks at me, and I tell Nightingale, “Dusk wanted a special somepony, he told me, so he created one, and I just woke up like this earlier today. And there he was. I don’t really know what happened, but before this my memories are... uh... weird, and probably made up. So I’m literally Dusk’s special somepony!”
“Dusk, what did you do?” Nightingale asks him in understandable alarm.
I speak instead, saying, “I was trying to pretend to be an orphan, but I kind of suck at pretending. So I’m just gonna say it, and... and it’s okay. It’s okay for me to be a pony that Dusk uh, created, and I just need somewhere to sleep for now, and maybe some food.”
Nightingale pokes me in the cheek with a hoof, saying, “Well, you’re not an illusion. How would Dusk *create* a pony?”
“He’s *pretty* good at magic,” I tell her leerily, as Dusk frantically swipes his hoof across his chest shaking his head at me behind her, “And I really don’t know much about magic, so I dunno what happened. I just woke up and Dusk was there. So we, you know... did special somepony things.”
Nightingale looks fit to burst at that, and I think Dusk is gonna die of blood loss from the neck down, so I hastily add, “Like we went to the library! And read books together!”
“O-oh, right of course that’s what you meant,” Nightingale says in relief as Dusk falls over with a quiet thump.
***
The guy form of Princess Celestia has a magnificent red beard and flowing locks that uh... aren’t hers, but still have that ethereal quality, just more along the lines of a dusty sunrise than an aurora borealis. Prince Solaris looks down at me, and says, “...come again?”
“W-we think our Dusk might have...” Nightingale says, clinging tightly to a white stallion with stripey purple hair, “...created a filly somehow, to be f-friends with him.”
“I–I really don’t see what the problem is,” Dusk himself says, flat on his haunches, looking up at the prince with ears low, “I mean is there a better way to get a friend, who’s a filly?”
“Make... friends with a filly?” the prince suggests.
“With all due respect, your majesty!” I call out anxiously, “Your guards are still male, so I don’t think females may be all that common around here!”
I think his eyes twinkle, as I attempt to invoke the famous, fathomless sense of humor Princess Celestia seemed to carry, but rarely ever shows.
“What is your name, little filly?” he asks in amusement. And... shit!
“I—uh—I don’t have... a name... yet!” I reply sheepishly, “We’re still w-working on that part.”
“And yet you’re fully conscious, and well spoken?” he asks in surprise. A pause and he adds, “I mean, you never learned to speak?”
“I can read, too!” I tell him, “It’s pretty weird!”
“I–I can explain,” Dusk says, stepping closer to me, “I was reading about cutie mark formation, and mental maturity, and the ancient wizard Melvin the Magnificent—”
“You used the techniques of Melvin the Mad?!” the prince practically roars, not in anger, so much as ...fear.
“O-oh, well I didn’t know he was _mad,_ but he had some really interesting theories about soul creation and... basically I built a... thingy.”
“A thingy,” the prince says, unimpressed.
“It was just a uh, a compact mirror, and I used arcane seals to bind a sort of soul sniffing thingy to it.”
“A soul sniffing thingy,” the prince prompts in utter disbelief.
“I don’t know the official term for it yet,” Dusk says, blushing, “But I noticed Melvin’s Mark Manipulation would actually risk completely severing the uh, soul, but it was mostly because it had too much force on the twisty part.”
“The twisty part,” the prince says blankly.
“Yes, the um... I made a few modifications, and bound it to the compact,” Dusk continues uneasily, “Then just... went to school. So um... it may have tugged on a few souls, but I sure didn’t notice and I was carrying the thing. I wanted it to get a good amount of female essence though.”
“Female essence,” the prince says, apparently stunned to the point of two word repetitions, rather than actual language.
“Yes, the... knowledge of how to be a girl and stuff,” Dusk explains agreeably, “I talked to some fillies, well, tried to talk to them at least. Upper Crust said I wasn’t allowed to speak to her, but Shmancydance talked with me some. Oh, and I spent a lot of time with Mrs. Belle, since she’s a really nice mare, and I really like her muffins, and I think I filled up most of my... thingy from her. There was a weird pink filly who said she was gonna give me some of her soul stuff, but I never saw her around before, so I think she was just visiting. And just... ponies I met last week.”
“That... would have only created disjoint echoes that—” the prince contests.
“But not if the resonance is amplified!” Dusk says brightly, “And with an *actual soul* to spark it with, it worked great!”
“Where did you get an actual soul?!” the prince demands.
“Oh, um...” Dusk’s ears go down, as he turns away from the prince, looks up at his mother and says, “M-mom? We... don’t have a gerbil anymore.”
“You stole Jennyboo’s soul?!” Nightingale asks, staring at Dusk in shock.
“She was 4 years old, and I read that gerbils don’t even live that long usually!” Dusk whines, “One of her legs wasn’t working, and her fur was falling out!”
“On the bright side,” Dusk’s purple haired father says, “At least we don’t have to teach him *that* life lesson.”
“I love learning lessons!” Dusk says, giving his dad a bright smile.
Here with us in Prince Solaris’s court, right at the base of his golden throne petitioning the prince are Dusk Shine, me, and Dusk’s parents, gender swapped Twilight Velvet, and gender swapped Nightingale... or whatever her guy name was I don’t remember. But there’s also a pegasus stallion here who I don’t recognize, and a unicorn stallion who looks a lot like Stygian, if Stygian were yellow furred, with blue hair. And yeah, “not-Stygian” is wearing clothing, for whatever reason, not a ragged burlap cape, but a fuzzy, brown striped cardigan, with a ruff stuffed in the neck. I wonder how he buttons it wait no unicorn master race never mind.
“I’m not even going to begin to say how unlikely it is that an apprentice colt would create a filly on the spot,” Prince Solaris says frankly, “Not even you, my most ...enthusiastic student.”
He turns to me then, and asks, “So Dusk *created* you, yesterday afternoon? And you swear this is true, not some kind of... prank, or hoax?”
“I promise it’s true,” I tell the prince with dead seriousness, “Cross my heart and hope to fly. Stick a—um, wait, do you know what a Pinkie Promise is?”
“No.”
“Alright then yes, as far as I can tell, it’s true,” I tell the prince with dead seriousness, “We’re not just playing, or pranking you. I swear on... um... Dusk’s honor, since I don’t have a mother.”
“Do you have any idea how much power it takes to *create life?*“ the prince asks me incredulously, for some reason.
“Uh, I think... one hug of power?” I tell him innocently, “It has to be a very special hug though.”
That actually throws Prince Solaris for a loop, blinking at me speechlessly. He’s seriously never run across anypony saying that in a thousand years?
“Life is more than just... that,” the prince explains appeasingly. To me. For some reason. “Think of how many meals you had to eat, over your whole life so far.”
I blink owlishly at him, not willing to dig the prince further into his own grave.
“Think of...” the alicorn prince who moves the sun and moon in the sky blushes, saying, “How many meals a filly *of her age* has to eat. Then compress that into a small amount of time—”
“But actually, most of what you eat is just to maintain your body I read,” Dusk says helpfully, “Only a little bit actually goes into growing.”
“It’s still. A lot. Of energy.” The prince says testily.
“Well, I *may* have... found a... magical amplifier in a... place that I’m n-not supposed to be probably,” Dusk admits leerily, “You know the Foundation Well?”
The prince pauses, then admits, “I know of it. I’m surprised you do though. It’s not public knowledge.”
“Well I–I just looked at the early records of Canterlot, and... all that energy had to come from somewhere,” Dusk says, with a nervous smile, “S-so I cross referenced the... city’s founding with architectual techniques, and sort of... extrapolated that the Foundation Well might still be open. S-so I... found it. T-there was no sign saying I couldn’t—”
“There wouldn’t be, in the restricted section of the palace,” the prince said dangerously. The Foundation Well? Does that mean I have its energy or something? Does that make me the load bearing boss of Canterlot? And... do they need to put it back?
“A-are you gonna... poof me away or something?” I ask the prince anxiously, “Because I really just wanna be Dusk’s friend, and k-keep living if I can. A-and I’d like to not die, if t-that’s okay with you...”
The prince just presses his elegant hoof against his forehead underneath his horn, muttering, “It is far too early in the morning for this.”
***
Alright, so yes, I did sleep with Dusk Shine. I got to wiggle into a sleeping bag, while he slept on his bed all alone, until his parents turned out the light. Then I climbed up into Dusk’s bed, and whispered, “Sssh!” to him. Cuddled up belly to belly, just in case he wants to put his penis in me. And then we both fall asleep, utterly uninterested in sex. It’s not a very eventful night.
Dusk seems to know the other two stallions, though with everypony upset with him for creating me, it’s kind of awkward to talk about much of anything. We petition the prince right away in the morning, to report Dusk’s eh... accomplishment, and succeed in giving Prince Solaris a monstrous headache before it’s even lunchtime.
And... apparently I’m not going to be destroyed, or even separated from Dusk. They have yet to sign me up for school, much less Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, but I’m at least getting fed, and learning just how much hay ponies are expected to eat. Everything seems fine though, my belly’s happy, Dusk is happy, and we spend a lot of time in the library. And... I sneak into bed with him every night, sneaking out in the morning if I can. Not sure if his parents ever come to check on us to find me sleeping away in bed with him, snoring lightly.
Then one night, Dusk says to me, “My... my penis is coming out.”
“Oh, you wanna do it then?” I ask, pushing the side of a hoof into my fillyhood.
“N-no, I don’t wanna put a foal in you after all,” he says nervously, “I’d get in even bigger trouble.”
“Oh, okay, we can just lie here together then,” I tell him quietly. So we do. Dusk squirms against me, as his erection brushes up against my belly and he pulls his hips away. He relaxes them then though, and squirms them, and his penis bumps right up against my fillyhood, with a little gasp from us both.
He shifts away, then back and it bumps against me again. Then Dusk is sliding his shaft alongside my fillyhood. “Ooh, you’re erect, Dusk,” I whisper to him, feeling fluttery tingles within me as his flesh slides along my little labia. “Remember what we were reading? The male’s penis stiffens and lengthens, in order to penetrate and ejaculate within the female. That’s happening to *you* now. you’re a male, ready to penetrate me and impregnate me.”
Then Dusk rolls on top of me in the dark room, with me laying on my back, on his sorta knees while I straddle him with my horsey legs. He hunches forward, contacting my labia with his penis again. “All you have to do is push it in,” I whisper to him, “And I won’t be able to stop growing your foal inside me.”
Dusk pushes hard. We both start breathing harder as he penetrates me, and actually I’m kind of getting wet already, so he doesn’t have to thrust much before I feel myself growing slick around him.
I lose track of time, just thinking more and more of humping him, pumping him in and out, making him cum. I arch up off the bed when he pushes in and flares, then humps in me sporadically as I manage to relax, and shakily stroke his back. “I-i-it’s happening,” he whimpers, barely thrusting at all, so deep, “It’s filling me up...!”
“Time to get in trouble, daddy,” I whisper giddily, “If you cum in me, then I’m gonna give birth to your foal.”
“Hnnh hnhh nhh,” he moans as he spurt, spurt, spurts even deeper into me.
“There we go...” I whisper to him soothingly, “Spurt it all inside me... get me pregnant with your foal,”
Dusk clings to me and quivers, as he can’t stop spurting into me as deep as his little flared penis can go.
........
“I really need to... put it in you... again. It felt so good the last time, I just can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You do know if you keep ejaculating in me, I’ll get pregnant for sure?”
“Y-yeah. I just need it... just one more time.”
“Well, mount up then. And think about the foal you’re putting inside me. ♥
“Oh w-wow, it feels good, s-so hot and I need to unh unh unh unh...” My pussy sings with pleasure at that pumping penis, as the colt’s words quickly die off, and Dusk just singlemindedly fucks me.
He whines urgently when I feel him *flare* in me. “You’re...” I tell him breathlessly, as the colt humps short and deep as if afraid to pull out, “Your body’s getting... ready to impregnate me. You’re a male now... impregnating your female. This’s what your daddy did to... your mommy. This is what he *felt* like when he was... becoming a daddy!”
“Nnnh!” Dusk replies, humping deep and ejaculating.
“You’re putting your foal in there,” I coo to the shuddering colt as he spurts and spurts deep within me. “You’re gonna make a foal grow in my belly, bigger and bigger. I’m ‘n animal, who needs to grow your foal inside me. I won’t be able to think about anything else, just getting bigger, and one day I won’t be able to stop squeezing.”
“W-we should stop,” he says nervously, “I–I can’t be a daddy, and I don’t even know how to care for a foal.”
“Wait a week,” I tell him, “Wait for your penis to fill up with semen again, and then see if you wanna put a foal in me or not.”
..........
“Lumi, I... I wanna put a foal in you. C-can I?”
“...go ahead, Dusk.”
Things proceed naturally, and he moans, “Huuh, huhh, huhhhh,” as he ejaculates inside me. I... I wanna hug him. So that’s what we do, next time Dusk can’t resist his urges. Minotaur style! “Lumi, I—! I’m *in* you! I...” spurt “Huhh (spurt) huhh (spurt) huhh...”
“There you go, spurt it aaall into me,” I tell the ejaculating colt, stroking his hair as he trembles and spurts inside me, “You’re doing such a good job, Dusk.”
....................
Dusk doesn’t even ask next time. Once he’s erect, he just licks me until I’m wet, then mounts me hungrily.
“Wow... Dusk you... need your penis in me,” I say breathlessly.
“Yeah hnnh hnh hnh...” he says, just grunting and thrusting against me, and sliding in and out.
“Nnnn!” Dusk says in intense relief as I feel semen spurt from his penis. He holds me and spurts, saying, “I *need* to... put a *foal* in... hard as I... can.... nnh! Nnnh!”
His urgent spurts of semen inside me, Dusk relaxes on top of my butt, saying softly, “I-it’s happening again. I’m entering the refractory period.”
“It’s okay, let’s just hug, and you can talk about it,” I tell the colt penetrating me with affection. He dismounts, and I hug him, still hornily giddy at the idea of his semen putting a baby into me. But I wanna let him talk, so I ask, “How you doing? Worried about being a daddy?”
“It feels so big when it’s inside you,” he says distantly, “It’s in there, and it’s all I can think about. It flares, a-and I make it flare, because I want to put a foal in you. I do everything I can, even try to ejaculate h-harder when I’m pushed against you and all the way inside.”
“Well, I kinda know how you feel,” I tell him, “When I feel you spurt into me, I always push back and try to sit on you, so I can get you deep in my vagina. It’s not just my vagina though but my whole hips just... *need* and I feel you in there, and putting your foal in there, and it’s all I can think about is making that happen in my hips.”
...............
“That’s it... just press your lips against it and suck on it a little. Mmm, I can feel that. You’re making me feel like a mommy, Dusk, feeling somepony suckling at my teat. I’m gonna make milk pretty soon, and you can drink it all until the foal comes.”
...................
“Ackthp! It’s hot!”
“Oh I... I felt that! It just rushed outta me!”
“You’re making milk! But it’s hot!”
“Of course it’s hot, dummy. Ponies have a high body temperature, and my milk’s inside my body. You wanna try to drink some more?”
....
“Ooh, just... rushes outta me. When you suck, it’s like... whoosh, whoosh, just a little. A-and I guess I don’t have any more milk, sorry. O-oh, right. Two teats. Nnf...”
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I think colts who read a lot are... pretty adorable,” I say trying to sound casual about it, “So yeah I guess. Long as you don’t, you know, like books more than your friends, then there’s no reason they shouldn’t like you liking books.”
Twilight’s eyes get big at that, and my fellow foal says, “Oh, so... so they’re jealous of the books?”
“Nah, some of them just hate books,” I reply chirpily, “But yeah, you have to be careful to spend time with your friends, and your books, not just your books.”
“Oh, and uh,” Twilight frowns, “And with my special somepony too, right?”
Uh... “Well—what exactly do you mean by ‘special somepony,’” I ask wincing as I hope I don’t corrupt him or something.
“W-well, you know, for doing... things with...” Twilight says shyly, “Like... kissing, and... puberty things.”
“...puberty things?” I repeat skeptically.
“Yeah I’m going into something called puberty!” Twilight says excitedly, “It means I’m gonna grow really fast, and start liking girls, and I’m gonna change to be different from girls! You know, with my uh...”
The foal blushes hotly, and I stop letting my mouth hang open in shock, closing up my pink pony snout, and saying, “Wait, you’re a colt?”
“Y-yes?” Twilight replies. Oh jeez, oh jeez I’ve fallen into Equestria 63. This Twilight Sparkle is a colt, an adorable and maybe a bit feminine colt.
“A-and I’m a filly,” I verify.
“Yeah, you’re... supposed to be special someponies with the opposite sex,” Twilight states shyly, “And I wanted to be, because I’m curious and... stuff.”
(Describe the room Dusk created her in)
“What exactly do you know about the opposite sex?” I ask, eyeing the colt warily.
“Not much,” he says glumly, “Just some... special somepony things, which would work in theory. Do you really have a vagina?”
Oh... dear. “You know better than I do,” I say with a nervous smile, reaching a hand—hoof between my legs and... wow, it’s squishier than I thought it would be. “You made me after all, right?”
“I just used the well of creation in the Canterlot catacombs,” Twilight replies smartly, and I guess that explains where we are. “A fertility spell that makes baby ponies,” he continues, “And a little bit of hair from a filly, and here you are!”
“...which filly?”
Blushing again, Twilight says, “I dunno, I kinda... snuck into the little filly’s room and took it out of the trash.”
H-heh. I’m trash.
“Just curious,” I tell him with a girly little nervous laugh.
“Well, that means you sort of just appeared,” Twilight says.
“...can you help me get up?” I ask, looking at my... limbs. “I haven’t exactly stood up before.”
“Oh sure, okay!” he says, trotting up, then hesitantly holding out his forehoof. I take it, and he’s not um... strong enough to lever me up like this.
“Try rolling me onto my belly,” I suggest, kind of squirming my legs around testily. Hind legs. The colt hesitates, so I add, “Go ahead and touch me all you want. I seriously don’t mind.”
“Oh, oh yeah, because you’re... my special somepony?” he says curiously.
“Because I want to stand up, and you want to touch a filly,” I reply, “But I don’t think my side feels different than a colt’s.”
“S-some parts of you do,” he says nervously.
So the male colt Twilight helps me stand up, or at least roll to my belly, and he even pulls one leg out from under me, so I can... get them situated. It’s easy enough to stand up when all four of my legs are at each corner, rather than splayed around randomly. So I stand, and...
“Woah, I’m on my toes, hehe,” I say, looking down at my own broad, firm hooves with an admittedly girlish giggle. I look at Twilight standing there by me and blushing, asking him, “So, you wanna touch my filly parts, huh?”
He shyly nods at that. “Not in a weird way or anything, just to... see what fillies are like,” he clarifies.
“Do you even know what my filly parts do?” I ask.
Twilight nods. Uh oh. “There are actually some good books on females, if you know where to look,” Twilight says, “So I know about... how you make babies with your womb.”
“So you wanna... put a baby in my... womb, huh?” I ask, wincing as I contemplate trying to give birth to a pony.
Twilight’s actually quiet at that for a while, giving me a chance to sort of waddle around to face him head-on. “I was touching myself,” he says shortly, “And I was thinking about Shmancy’s um... fillyhood. And I wanted to go in there so badly. I wanted to go in, and stay in, and... put a baby into her.”
Eyeing the colt, I ask him, “Have you... started making semen yet?”
Again, a worrying quiet. “I tried to make it not come out,” he says hopelessly, “It just started squirting out one day. It comes out *every time* now, more and more... it makes me want it.”
Ohh, I think I get it. “It’s pretty thrilling,” I have to admit with a blush, “Watching it squirt out of your penis, you start wanting to do it as hard as you can, right into a filly. So... you do want to put a foal in my belly.”
“...y-yeah,” Twilight says quietly.
“Have you read anything about contraception?” I ask hopefully.
“A little,” Twilight says hopefully, then looks up at me in surprise, saying, “Wait, so you’ll do it?”
“Mmm, depends,” I tell him and god fucking yes I will have Twilight Sparkle’s children. “Have you read anything about... abortion?”
“I—I don’t wanna abort or anything,” he says nervously, “The books say it’s really bad and you’ll be depressed about losing your child and... stuff.”
“Well, a lot of ponies um, I’m pretty sure a lot of ponies get angry about it,” I tell the colt, “And they think fillies who do it are doing a bad job. Ponies who say that don’t do a good job with their anger, though.”
“What do you mean?” he asks curiously.
“Well, imagine there’s a filly, who uh... chews on books,” I say, “And imagine a library book you liked, and she just starts biting the pages and tearing off pieces.”
Twilight’s look of horror is sufficient response for me, so I continue, “And the librarian is stupid. She does things that make no sense. She tells you that filly can chew library books all she wants, and if they get chewed too bad, the filly can just replace them. The only way to get the filly in trouble is to scare the librarian by telling her she’ll get fired if she lets the filly chew books.”
“She *will* get fired,” Twilight asserts.
“Not in this weird world I made up,” I counter, “All the adults are stupid, and even the head librarian chews books sometimes. But you find out that the branch librarian doesn’t know about the head librarian. So if you tell her the head librarian will fire her, then she’ll be too scared that it might be true, and she won’t let the filly chew books anymore.”
“So... this is a bad thing how?” Twilight asks skeptically.
“Oh, no it’s clearly not a bad thing,” I tell him in a childish drawl, “You can lie to ponies and scare them into doing whatever you want, and the only thing that matters is stopping little fillies from chewing books. You can pretend that fillies will get sad and depressed if they ever chew books, and you can write books that pretend that’s true. And fillies will be too scared to chew on books. But you can’t trick the little fillies into being scared if they know the truth, so you can take all the books that tell the truth, put them in a big pile, and *burn* them, because anything is okay if it stops little fillies from chewing on books!”
...
I think I got a little carried away. I hope I didn’t break him.
“So abortion’s actually fine, just some ponies think they can lie and cover up the truth, to scare us into not doing it,” I tell him in forced casulity, “Maybe they can’t destroy *all* the books, but they can at least confuse ponies like you who don’t know who’s telling the truth. You gotta be careful what you read.”
“Yeah—just... I thought that...” he says distantly, then finally makes eye contact saying confidently, “Ponies who *burned* books wouldn’t ever write any!”
“I’m sure there are books about ponies who tried to burn them, so maybe sometime, we can read about if those ponies wrote anything,” I say noncommitally.
“That sounds... good?” Twilight says uncertainly.
“Depending on Equestria’s history, it might be better off not knowing,” I tell him with a sigh, “So I’m just trying to say that if I get a baby in me, then can I get an abortion?”
“I... I don’t know,” he says honestly, “It talked about them, but not how to get them.”
“It’s probably in the super duper boring section,” I say with a roll of my eyes, “But I think that’s what we should do. Because if I can get an abortion... then you can put foals in me all you want.”
I think my irresistable smirk at the end might have been what made Twilight get a boner right then and there.
“Or you could just put one in me now!” I declare loudly, lifting a hoof as he crosses his hind legs, saying,
“S-sorry, heh...”
“T-tell you what,” I say cautiously, “You can put it inside me right now, just to see what it feels like, and... then we go find out about abortions.”
“O-okay,” Twilight says in surprise, “You mean just... mount you, l-like in the books?”
“Well um... can you move your penis up and down, like...” I tilt my hoof up and down.
“Yeah, it...” Twilight concentrates briefly and his lilac pink spotted little phallus slaps audibly against his belly, before blushing horribly, Twilight manages to raise and lower it.
“Good, that’s how to get it in me,” I say, my rear feeling... weird in a way that I hope is arousal. “L-let me smell your penis first,” I tell him anxiously.
“Smell my *penis*?” he asks incredulously.
“Yeah, your penis has male um... pheremones, that should make me start getting wet,” I tell him.
“...how do you know that?” he asks, “Weren’t you just created?”
“By *you*,” I smoothly counter, “So I think some of your smarts rubbed off on me. N-now lemme smell it. I uh... I can’t exactly walk yet.”
He approaches me, and it’s easy enough to crane my head down to nose under his belly. God, Twilight Sparkle has a cock and *balls*. It smells of the heady, spicy musk of a male, even as young as he is, and to my delight that wonderful smell feels like it shoots right down to my groin.
“S-smells good, huh?” he asks. I lick that fleshy cylinder bobbing in front of my nose. It *slaps* that lilac furred belly.
“A-are you gonna do oral?” he asks anxiously.
“No, I’m gonna do vaginal,” I say, pulling my head from his crotch, “You could do oral if you want though. Why don’t you smell my fillyhood, to see if it makes *you* any harder.”
“O-okay,” he says uncertainly.
“C’mon, am I a cute filly?” I ask, sinking on my forelegs kind of... playfully? I dunno.
“You are a filly,” he admits, and with a blush adds, “And cute.”
“And that means I have cute filly parts,” I tell him smartly, “So I wanna share them with you, and that means you can mess with me down there all you want, and then you can put your penis into it.”
“W-wow,” Twilight says, swallowing, “That is pretty in-incredible. I can really put my penis into you?”
“Long as I can get an abortion,” I tell him, “Or... ugh... contraceptives, then you can put your penis into me *and* ejaculate as deep as you want.” I’m not sure if Twilight’s hard enough, so with a shiver, I add, “I really wanna feel your penis with my vagina too. I never felt that before, so it’s just like you. I wanna learn how your colthood works, and I bet if I touched myself, then I’d start wanting semen to go into me, just as much as you started wanting to put it in me.”
“O-okay, so I can just...”
“Just... go ahead and stick your nose in my butt,” I say in amused delight, “Not the poop part of course, but my fillyhood, and see if it has a good smell!”
“Okay, here I uh, go...” the colt says. Twilight dips his head under my... my tail gets pulled up into the air by a sparkling pink magical aura. W-wow, that’s right he can do that stuff. He’s got his cutie mark after all.
Then Twilight dips his head under my tail, while I experience the odd sensation of a tail being tugged. It gets even odder, when I feel him breathe on me, when he exclaims in shock, “It smells *so* good. I didn’t even...” he inhales again, “Know! W-wow...”
“P-pretty good, huh?” I ask irresistably tensing up at the nearness of him to where my... balls used to be. I’m on my fingers and toes, but they’re spread and steady, and my head’s tilted way back, but it settles stably on top of my breast. A colt is pulling on my tail, and I feel a hoof press into me... into something soft and very important feeling in-between my legs.
“Woah, it’s... it’s... wet?” Twilight says, prodding my... wetness with a hoof.
“Oh good, I was worried I wouldn’t be slimy enough,” I say in relief, relaxing at his words a little bit.
“It’s um... lubrication for the penis...” Twilight states.
“Yeah, and I can even kind of feel myself making it,” I say indulgently, “I feel all... melty back there.”
“I feel all hard,” Twilight replies tensely, “And want inside you, and to ejaculate. Into you.”
“Yeah, we uh...” I want to say we shouldn’t. “N-no hurry,” I settle on, “You can play with it as much as you want. I’ll just stand here, y’know... letting you learn how my body works.”
“It’s kind of like a slot,” Twilight says curiously, pressing his hoof against me again, “It’s really soft... and your belly’s there.”
“My belly’s there?” I ask in confusion.
“Your belly’s down here,” he says, prodding my new maidenhood with a quick inhalation on my part, “It’s not just a fillyhood, it’s a belly with a fillyhood, so it’s... like a door into your belly.”
“I *love* that metaphor,” I say indulgently, “I have a... a door into my belly.”
“I can’t believe how good it smells...” Twilight says longingly.
“You can... taste it if you want,” I say, biting my lip. I feel a... hot wet thing touch me. Just a little bit. Then I suck in a breath as it presses solidly against me, and Twilight goes, “Mmm...” and it wiggles/slides all along my... thing. So that’s what labia feel like. It’s like he stroked my testicles, but they split open in the middle, and all my... tingly sexual stuff was in the center there.
I’m blushing and breathing harder, as Twilight licks all along my fillyhood, making me utterly and completely aware of being a girl. He starts to penetrate, and I gasp out, “Wait!” Twilight freezes, and I pant a little, before saying, “Don’t penetrate me with your tongue. You want your penis in there, don’t you?”
“I... I do, so I’m gonna just... mount you?” Twilight says, and his forelegs climb up onto my butt. I look back when the giant foal (who’s normal sized, but I’m a foal) sinks down on my hips, a hot anticipation filling me, as his weight bears down.
“W-wow,” I say, unable to stop leaning into his embrace grabbing my thighs, “Mounting is making me *really* want it... in.”
“Me too,” Twilight whines. His penis *slaps* my belly.
“Oh, the colt’s penis touched me~” I whine sweetly, “I wonder if he can raise it up to my fillyhood, and penetrate it, until he’s deep inside letting—” He lifts his penis pressing it *right* against me *right* there. “Letting all his semen ejaculate deep inside,” I groan cutely, “Holding against me and and putting a foal and oh oh oh!” A strange stretching feeling suffuses my body down there, as a part of me gets stretched wide open by the invading member. Then it *slides* but it slides *more.*
“I can feel you, with my vagina!” I gasp breathlessly, “Every time you slide in, there’s *more* sliding. I never felt anything slide in *there* before! Or in there! Or in there!”
Pausing in sinking into me, Twilight says huffily, “You’re... you’re really *really* hot inside. And *wet* a-and my whole penis is tingling!”
“Ready to ejaculate already, huh?” I ask giddily, gazing fondly back at my hero and idol, now a male, penetrating me and preparing to make me teen pregnant.
“Y-yeah, just...” Twilight’s hips slam home, as I cry out at his penetration deeper than *ever* like to the point that my insides are stretching, not just around his penis, but bowed out from the tip. “I... I feel like it but...” he says distantly, hugging close to my hips.
“Well, the stallion usually has to try thrusting, right?” I ask.
“I... I...” Twilight whimpers and pulls back, *sliding* out, then pushes back *sliding* in. He gives a few experimental thrusts, as I swallow dryly, trying to deal with this *sliding* and *tugging* and *pushing* inside me. Not just inside me, inside my vagina, that *longs* to feel that way. Then he starts doing it more, in a regular rhythm, in and out, in and out.
“Oh, so you... *are* gonna... put a foal in me... after all, huh?” I ask, facing forward and breathing into the fucking.
Twilight actually slows at that, so I say teasingly, “I told you not to, but you’re gonna do it anyway~“
“I—I can’t... I *need* to... be inside you!” he says in shock.
“You can’t resist,” I purr, full of Twilight Sparkle’s young penis. It feels so much bigger than it looked. “Your penis feels so good with me all around you... that you need to ejaculate deep inside... you’re gonna be a daddy now, with your seed all going into me.”
“I... you... you can’t resist... either,” Twilight says desperately, long, slow humping that he’s afraid to stop doing, “Your vagina feels... so g-good on my...”
“My vagina feels *so* good when your penis slides in and out of it,” I moan, rocking back against the thrusting colt. “Think about how... big and round my belly’s gonna get. You’re gonna squirt semen in... ’s gonna grow inside me... I’m gonna have a big belly with *your* foal innit. Huhh huhh...”
“I wanna do it,” he states urgently, thrusting faster and faster, hugging my candy pink furred rump as he outright humps me, “Wanna feel it... go into you and... change you...”
“M-my door,” I moan, “Door into my belly, that’s, *stretched* around you right now!” The young colt pants hard behind me, fucking me. “Imagine it *stretching* open like a balloon,” I urge him, “Your foal just... explodes out of it like Imma... like I’mma tube of toothpaste. I’ll p-push it out for you. I’ll lay there a-and show you my foal coming out~! I won’t be able to stop contracting my womb!”
Twilight flares in me, and you better fucking believe I feel it. He whimpers, then just expands in there, as I give a choked squeak. He’s sealing off my... my womb! His penis is getting ready to...!
“S-so you’re about to *do* it?” I ask tensely, looking back at him again.
The colt is barely thrusting, whimpering, “I can’t hold it. I’m gonna *do* it! Didn’t mean to put a... a baby in you... but I need to!”
Smiling fondly at him, I say, “It’s really hitting you hard, huh. I feel you pushing your penis nice and deep; my womb’s in there, right where you’re gonna put your baby. It’s filling you up with sparkles in your penis now.” He tenses, pupils contracting, as I tell him softly, “And then you can’t stop your penis pulsing, ejaculating your *semen*”
“Hn hn hn Hnnh!” Twilight moans, surging against me, his penis suddenly bucking inside me as I feel thrilling, hot squirts bursting out of it.
“That’s it, let it all out,” I croon to the orgasming colt as he stares at me anxiously, “You’re putting your child into me... I’m changing into a mommy.”
“Huuh! Uhhh!” Twilight responds, moaning loudly and urgently, losing sight of me as an extra strong spurt escapes him, and then it trails down from there.
My vagina feels hot, and slimy, and full of semen, and a penis. That’s supposed to be a *colt’s* ejaculation? I’m gonna love puberty! I wanna hump Twilight’s cock, and throw myself into a desperate horny fucking, but I also am aware that Twilight just came, so the guilt train’s arriving at his station any second now. “Quick, pull outta me!” I declare urgently.
I try to savor that last... slick, sliding schlop as I feel his penis slide all the way out, going so quickly from full of penis, to just standing there. He hurriedly climbs off my rump, asking dazedly, “What...?”
“I need you to hug me,” I say, sinking down, then flumping on my side. “C’mon, right now.”
He does, and I hold him, as Twilight’s need to impregnate me fades with his emptied prostate. “Put your hoof on my vagina,” I tell him, putting my hoof on top of his when he does. “That’s where your semen is, putting a baby in me,” I tell him, staring at my own slightly pudgy, but not yet pregnant belly, “And that’s okay. You did a good job.”
“But I...” he croaks, fear flashing in his eyes.
“We’ll figure out abortion,” I tell him soothingly, “Or maybe I’ll have your baby, and we just don’t worry about it. You’re a good pony, and you did a good job. Any colt would’ve had to ejaculate inside me like you did. You’re gonna feel that way again later, and you’re gonna ejaculate into me again too. So just hug me, and... let’s be quiet for a while.”
Deep in the catacombs of Canterlot, with nary the sound of a bat, surrounded by luminous crystals and a strange well, I lay with my new coltfriend, getting pregnant with his baby perhaps, just listening to him softly breathe against me. I bet he feels so good right now. His hoof’s still cupping around my vulva... I wonder if he wants to make sure his semen stays in me. Probably just not thinking about it. I’m the only desperately horny one anymore, which is fine. This’s a moment I’ve always wanted to give a man, or a boy, a moment of peace where he finally feels his urges let him go, and just relax, even right next to a filly he was just impregnating. And now... well... there are worse ponies I could give it to than a gender swapped shota Twilight Sparkle. I love how we’re ponies, and... and kids, and... having sex. It’s already more precious than anything my old life ever had to offer, and I’ve only been here like half an hour!