Well, at least there was one thing to do to alleviate the boredom. Green Dream rolled onto her back, and put her forehoof between her hind legs, trying to figure out masturbation as a pony girl. It was still really sensitive to being rubbed on the surface, even though it felt... oddly normal to be touched there. She didn’t really get very far in terms of masturbation, but the urge to continue kept her going, and she just lay there for a while gazing with satisfaction at her hindquarters, as she felt compelled to hump them up, rocking softly against her own foreleg.
“Heh... it’s making me want a dick,” Green Dream told herself as she felt that wetness start to ooze out of her to meet with her already damp crotch fur. “Just stuff that dick in there, yeah...” she murmured, “So that’s what I’d be giving birth out of. Easy to think about when I’m gettin horny, heh.”
She got tired of humping her hoof eventually. It sure wasn’t getting anywhere. She sat on her belly on the dirt under the tree then, between two of its big roots, feeling... comfortable about being here, and being this dick gobbling birth creature they called a girl. She remembered vaguely in her dream how human her had fucked her, but she didn’t really remember feeling it.
“So here I am in paradise,” she told the grey rain, looking off to the distance where Ponyville was enshrouded in it. The air was fresh and cool. The breeze barely trickled along her damp fur, though it blew more strongly away from the tree. She could feel real earth beneath her, and real sky above her. Every time she thought she was an isolated observer, watching the ponies that she could never be a part of, all she had to do was move her own tail to remind herself that things were really weird now.
Dream kind of liked weird. It was better than normal, and expected. It was weird. She felt so unsure about the future, so uncertain and lost, and all it was doing was make her feel good. Was that something only ponies felt? Her new gender fucking with her head? All she could think were the times when she was certain and sure of the future, when it was well known, set in stone, and could never be changed, avoided or escaped. Things didn’t make any sense now, but a blush tinted her cheeks, as the filly smiled and murmured softly to nopony, all alone under that tree in the rain,
“What fun is there in making sense?”
The rain let up eventually, and Green Dream considered maybe it’d be a good idea to find some actual shelter that didn’t drip on her. She still wasn’t sure what time it was, but the filly shied back, once she saw there were a bunch of adult ponies walking around Ponyville. All one of them would have to do is ask her, “Little filly, why aren’t you in school?” and she’d be fucked.
Actually she didn’t know what would happen, but it probably wouldn’t be something that she could take back once it occurred. She was currently in the unique position to be a foal, with a food source and technical shelter, who didn’t have any adult ponies breathing down her neck, especially not ones saying she should go to school. Dream wanted to go to school on her own terms, now that she had a second chance at growing up, and children are rarely allowed to have their own terms.
She also wanted a chance to blow the minds of some of her fellow foals, being the totally evil child predator that she was.
Just a few more days, she figured. See how long she could draw it out before they got her. Then she’d weave some kind of sob story that even Twiggles could believe. Ponies would believe Green Dream wasn’t chosing to live like this, even though Green knew she was doing this on purpose, and nothing was wrong at all. Or at least that’s what she told herself.
Green Dream spent the rest of the day trying to find the school house. It actually didn’t take long. She just squeezed her way around the periphery of the town, over fences, and through streams, until she spotted the big red school house on the hill. Green sat there, watching it from a distance, then kind of drifted off. She snorted awake at the sound of a bell ringing. She found herself laying on the ground head on her forelegs, and lifted her head back up, seeing the foals running out of school in the distance. It was time for tickles.
“I wanted to do this so fucking bad when I was a kid,” Green thought enthusiastically to herself, as she power walked her way back into town proper, and found Saddle Street again. Going up to the front fucking door of the house, she knocked with a forehoof, then waited politely on her haunches, as the pony within walked up, and it was... not Mrs. Tart.
“Oh, sorry I got the wrong house eheh...” Green Dream said sheepishly to the sandy furred earth pony with green hair and inquisitive yellow eyes, blushing as she stood up again, “Do you know where I can find the Tart’s house?”
“This is the Tart’s house,” the mare said curiously, “I’m Sandy Tart, Mr. Tart’s wife. He isn’t back from school yet with—”
“Wait, but who was the green mare with the pink hair then?” Green Dream asked, then probably realized she should have shut up about two sentences ago because she probably just outed Mr. Tart’s secret lover and—
“That’s Watermelon Tart,” the mare said simply, “She’s our wife, too.”
Triumph singing in her heart, the filly said, “You’re both his wives?”
“We’re a family of three wives, one husband, and two foals so far,” Sandy said practically, “Though Missy already graduated, so you won’t see her at your school.”
“Three wives?” Green Dream asked in astonishment, “How many times can he get it up?!”
The mare fishmouthed at that for a moment, and before she could transform into full outrage Green stammered,
“t-to a lot of fun games. You must get up to lots of fun games together!”
“Oh I thought...” the mare said, confused, then smiled gratifyingly, saying, “Yes, filly. We have lots of fun games together. Were you the filly from yesterday, who wanted to play with little Bluebie?”
Green Dream filed that nickname for later misuse, saying, “Yeah! My mom sent me here, and she said we can play all the way until dinner!”
“Well, you won’t have to wait long,” the mare stated, “I’m sure Blueberry is—oh, here she comes now!”
“C-can I go onto the tree?” Green Dream said apprehensively, “I’ll wait back there for her.”
“I suppose,” the sandy colored mare said, and Green Dream just made her way back there without another word, nosing open the fence gate and darting inside.
It did not take long for the other filly to come dashing into the backyard, big smile on her face as she said, “You came! Why weren’t you at—”
“School?” Green finished for her, “I had a project I was working on, with Princess Twilight today. It’s a uh, report, about the... the Pillars.”
“Oh, I remember that!” the blue, pink-maned filly said, “She came and talked with the whole school about the ancient heroes of legend! They came back from a portal, she said, and they’re really real and here!”
“Yeah, but I was just worried you’d say that,” Green Dream said uneasily, “Right in front of your parents. Then they’d get mad at me for not being at school, so I’d have to tell them about it. And they might even make Princess Twilight tell them. So, that’s why I was waiting back here.”
“Oh, okay,” the filly said, “So do you think you can get to the second branch this time?”
Green Dream couldn’t get to the second branch this time, but Blueberry sat with her there on the lower branch, as Green said, “Thank you for helping with my tail yesterday. Even if we had to do it secretly.”
“Is your tail all working now?” Blueberry asked.
Yes, but Green Dream said, “No I started having trouble with it again. I d-don’t suppose you could pull on it some more? I really liked it.”
“O-okay,” Blueberry said, looking towards the house, “But if my parents ask I have to go.”
“Of course!” Dream said, “Now c’mon.”
Once back there, Dream instructed, “Don’t just pull on the tip, bite closer to the base, so you can really pull on it.”
“Y-yeah, that’s...” Blueberry said, staring at the base of Dream’s black tail.
“Go ahead, just nom it!” Green Dream said encouragingly, “It felt really good the last time.”
Blueberry craned forward and did, and she pulled right while Green Dream resisted to the left, and pushed left while Green resisted to the right, up and down. It was... so intimate how the filly was just pulling it, and Green felt herself start melting inside, as she stated hopefully, “W-would you like me to pull your tail?”
Blueberry stopped, looking up at Green, as Green looked behind her knowing she was blushing, saying, “It feels really good when you pull it, and I just thought you might want to try.”
Blueberry released Green’s tail, then looked toward the house past the oak tree. Then just nodded seriously, and turned her rear to face Dream. “Now I pull right, and you pull your tail left, got it?” Dream asked.
“I uh... yeah...” Blueberry said shyly. Dream bit down on her tail, her mouth filling with full, pink fibers, and scooted back a little, straightening up her neck to pull on Blueberry’s tail. “I-i-it does feel kinda good,” Blueberry admitted as her tail tugged against Green’s grip.
“Nw I psh!” Green declared, pushing Blueberry’s tail the other way. She moved her tail around a few times that way, then let go, and bit closer to the filly’s tail base this time.
“I-it feels weird,” Blueberry said nervously, still tugging against Green’s movements, “Maybe we should...”
“You can moan if you wanna,” Green said slyly, “That’s why I was.”
Then she nibbled her way all the way up to the filly’s tail base, as Blueberry whimpered, saying, “W-why aren’t you pulling? I want you to pull.“
Green bit her tail, pulling it back, as Blueberry moaned herself, her legs stiffening as her tail tried to pull the other way.
“Ith ogay, keep feewing it,” Green slurred around the filly’s tail.
“O-okay,” Blueberry said quietly. Green could smell the filly’s arousal, heady and spicy, and grew the more Green wrestled Blueberry’s tail around. It was all Green Dream could do not to bury her face in the filly’s snatch, and have the one thing she so longed for, but had always been denied. Soon the filly was panting there, presenting her ass as if for a stallion, jerking her tail hard with a moan, every time Green switched directions.
“Blueberry!” a stallion called out from the back door, “Enough climbing around! You have homework to do.”
Green didn’t let go of her tail base, sharing a glance with the filly.
“O–okay, dad!” Blueberry called out desperately, “Be riahnn— right there!” as Green pulled the filly’s tail. “Don’t stop,” Blueberry whispered anxiously to Green Dream, “I feel... I wahnnit.”
Green let go of her tail, saying smugly, “Pretty weird, huh?”
“I... I don’t get it!” Blueberry said in a panic, looking at her pink tail in confusion, “I-it was feeling good?”
Green Dream wanted to make Blueberry orgasm so hard the filly’s eyes crossed. She wanted to be there when Blueberry discovered orgasm. She didn’t even know the filly, but seeing Blueberry’s honest and genuine reaction to Green Dream’s affections... it was the first time Dream had ever turned anyone on. This filly was the most precious thing Dream had ever had, and she just met her! How terrible does your life have to be that you latch onto the first pony moved by your attentions like a squirrel to a tree?
“It’s a... secret,” Green Dream said warily, “You can’t tell anypony about it. If they tell a grownup, we’ll get in super big trouble.”
“R-r-really?” Blueberry said, shocked and aghast, even though she had no reason to trust the other filly.
“Tell you what, if you keep the tail pulling trick a secret from your parents for a week,” Green Dream said cautiously, feeling like she was missing the greatest opportunity of her whole life, like a sinking pit in her gut, “Then I’ll show you the secret. You can’t tell them, or any teachers, and you can only tell other foals, if you are absolutely sure they can keep a secret.”
“I... I’m not that good of friends with any other foals,” Blueberry whimpered self-consciously.
“It’s just a test,” Green Dream assured her, “If you can keep tail pulling a secret for a week, then... well, I know some tricks that’ll knock tail pulling right outta the water. So are you game?”
“I–I suppose,” the filly said, uncertainly hooking her hoof in the one Green Dream held out.
“It’ll be like a super special secret club,” Green Dream said, gripping the filly’s hoof before releasing it, “It’ll be totally awesome, you’ll see.”
“Blueberry!” her mom called again.
“I... I gotta go,” Blueberry said unhappily.
“Do you have your own room?” Dream asked thoughtfully.
“Um... yes, I do,” Blueberry said uncertainly, “Why?”
“Maybe we can work on your homework together!” Green Dream said, filing that fact away for future nefarious purposes, “I’m real good at homework. I finished all mine already.”
“But... school just ended?” Blueberry said in confusion.
“Oh, I... did it in class, silly,” Dream replied, blushing at how easy the filly shot down her flimsy story, “Not all of it I mean, but I can do the rest when I get home.”
“Can I help you with it?” Blueberry asked hopefully.
Wincing internally, Green Dream said, “Nah, let’s work on yours. Then you’ll see I’m totally awesome and don’t need any help at all.”
One montage through the house to meet Mr., Mrs., Mrs. and a third very pregnant Mrs. Tart, Blueberry practically dragged Green Dream up into her room, along with the saddlebags that apparently every foal wore to school because even in Equestria, teachers hadn’t realized the destructive futility of home work.
Once they were in her bedroom, with its balloon themed wallpaper and a small bed covered in a blanket that Green Dream already wanted to sleep in, Blueberry eagerly looked back at Green and asked, “Okay, so do you know to add big numbers?”
“Sure, it’s mostly just work, because once you know the trick you basically can’t mess up,” Green Dream said confidently, “Let’s see these big numbers.
> 18
> 23
> +____
This was gonna be a piece of cake.
The afternoon was well spent, and Blueberry was delighted with Green Dream’s “trick” even though it was probably the same thing her teacher tried to tell her. Add the right column, write a little number if you carry the 1, then move onto the next column. Blueberry hadn’t memorized the sums of all the single digit numberd, but Green Dream told her to start from the larger number and count up by the smaller one, until she had it down.
Simple stuff, but the filly was getting her homework admirably completed. And it was only 10 math problems. 10! Green Dream had no more doubts. Equestria was clearly a heavenly paradise. If there’s anyone Green Dream never ever wanted to see again, it was a math teacher pleasantly announcing that they were to complete problems 1-47, and then the odd numbers from 47 to 53, and then 60 through 72, demanding 3 hours of concentrated hard labor a day as if they were just casually remarking on the weather.
Granted Blueberry appeared to be in first grade, but no, Green Dream wouldn’t even entertain for a minute that something so horrible as the USA school system existed in this unblemished land. She would personally gather a particular collection of 6 artifacts to suck the magic out of the world, killing all its inhabitants including herself, if Chancellor Neighsay even thought of entertaining such a curriculum.
Green Dream may not have had the best experience in school.
“You good with homework for now?” the green filly asked, once Blueberry was done.
“Y-yeah...” Blueberry said with a grateful smile, “Thank you so much. I–I didn’t know it worked like that at all.”
“I also came over to your house, and played with you, ‘cause I’m your friend,“ Green Dream made sure to emphasize, “You could’ve figured it out, but it’s always funner to do it with friends.”
“Are you sure I can’t come over to help with your homework?” Blueberry asked giving Green a concerned frown.
“I’ll be fine. I need some time to myself anyway,” Green Dream said nervously, “Not like we can’t do this again, right?”
“Oh, yes you can come over any time you want,” Blueberry said hopefully, “Sorry if my... parents are a little weird.”
“It’s no problem,” Dream said easily, “Now I gotta get going. Dinner won’t eat itself, right?”
Dream also didn’t want to be around to smell Blueberry’s parents cooking dinner, if all she was going to get to eat was grass.
Blueberry thanked her again, and Green took her leave. She did stop to finish all the cheese and crackers, and drink as much of the juice as she could, trying to keep spills on the tray the juice cup had been put on. Then she looked back, calling out, “You have a good supper, Bluebie!”
Blueberry started to smile, then hesitated on being called by that nickname. Green Dream took that as a sign to scram, and the knob was a push knob again, so she opened the door, and winced at the stairs, but gingerly made her way down.
Green Dream poked around town some more that evening, when it was okay for foals not to be in school. Successfully spotted a colt, albeit passing by some distance away.
Currently, her mission agenda was:
She hastily scratched those last two off the list in her head, and also tabled the plans to get shitfaced, for now. What she did do was look for hiding places. Turns out there were a lot in Ponyville. Fences she could hide behind, seemingly empty buildings that weren’t locked, concealing bushes all the fuck over the place, and some literal playground equipment.
Green Dream sat inside the child’s playhouse, looking out at the ponies moving around the playground, feeling smug as fuck. She never thought she’d ever be able to fit in one of these things again. Even sized down for a foal, she literally was a foal, so she could sit in this plastic thing, and nopony could really tell she was in there peeking out the window.
The playground was empty as the sun began to set. No foals were allowed to be out this late, perhaps. Dream didn’t want to risk it, so she just lay down in there and tried to get some sleep. When she woke up, it was night, definitely night, and Green Dream sat up, from curling up in there, shivered at the cold night air, and peeked out the window again. Nopony around.
The shadows were thick and volumnuous in a town illuminated only by moonlight. Perfect for Green Dream to sneak about in. She heard some clopping of hooves, but investigating, she saw it was just some revelers coming from what looked like a lit up bar. Proof that alcohol existed, or hypocritical juice servers? Ponies singing together because ponies, or because they were shitfaced? Hard to draw a conclusion just yet, but Green Dream didn’t want to risk being a solitary foal in a well lit bar and expecting that not to attract attention.
She explored outside of town that night, because why not? A terrible predator could prey on her lots easier sleeping than awake. She didn’t even feel cold, trotting (yay) down the clear, well trammeled path up to a barn she saw on the other side of the lake. There were farms all around her as she walked, and dark trees beyond. A shiver not of cold went through her as she looked up and up at the moonlit edifice of pale boards and planks. The sliding front door wasn’t locked, or even latched. She struggled it open with a foreleg just a crack so she could squeeze in there. There was such darkness within, outside of her small circle of moonlight. She smelled hay and... bread or something, and something about oatmeal, and whatever the grass it was she’d been eating the past few days. It was making her hungry, actually.
“They won’t even notice if I take a little,” she said softly to herself, “The perfect crime.”
Shuffling into the comforting darkness, it was hard to see, but it was harder for things in the dark to see her. Green Dream always found darkness stopped being so terrifying when you were in it. It was when you kept your lamp on, staring in terror at the boundary of the light, blackness outside your window, or the shadow of the closet that was so terrifying. She wondered when she’d forgotten that fear, when she’d grown up, given up and just stopped caring what was out there coming to get her.
She was kind of starting to care now, because this was awesome. She had made a friend in just one day, who’d been nice and not even slightly an asshole. She ate fucking grass and felt great. Talked to a magic friendship harmony tree. Listened to the grunts and squeals of Gallus and Silverstream, busily making some baby hippogryphs. Saw Ponyville up close. Got to explore it, to crawl inside its bushes, and now she was just taking a mouthful of straw from the heaps piled in here, and just fucking chewing it like a boss. It tasted like hay, and hay was starting to taste pretty fucking great. It tasted like victory.
Nopony came to disturb the moonlit barn as Green Dream ate her fill, continuing until she felt almost dangerously full, because she wasn’t sure when she’d get a chance to eat all this bread tasting and different kind of hay again. Maybe not until all the way to the next night. Maybe the night’d be overcast and she wouldn’t be able to move around at all! Mostly she just wanted to eat so she could spend less time worrying about food, and more time exploring. This was more space than she’d had the questionably legal freedom to move around in, in forever!
Insecure fences, when there were fences at all. Not a “No Trespassing” sign to be seen. A seemingly endless landscape travelling away from the town. And all sorts of hiding spots. It was so much different than a city, where you were confined to the public sidewalks and storefronts for the most part, where all the hiding spots were fenced away with barbed wire for fear of crime and just for greed in general. Green Dream had never lived in just a... town before. And she didn’t think this pony town was anything like what a sleepy farming town would be in humanland. It’d be like a shitty form of Ponyville, with everything still locked off, and no vegetation or parks or anything, just fucking agribusiness.
She sat there in the shadows, facing Ponyville town square and masturbating. Anypony walked out of town hall, they’d have a full view of a filly leaning against the wall, humping against her own foreleg, while she bit down on the other one to keep from squealing in excitement. Except that it was night time, she was in the shadows, and as long as she kept quiet, nopony would know she was doing this at all.
She was also still really shitty at masturbating with just her hoof though. The pleasure ebbed and flowed in her loins, and her need to squeal kind of faded into just a general pleasurable sigh, whenever the feeling would surge in her briefly, to shove that hoof inside her and ride it like a mechanical bull. She actually started to drift off then, blinking her droopy eyelids open and murmuring, “The fuck? How do you fall asleep doing this?” She figured she just fucking sucked at masturbation, but it was still weird, because she felt the tingling, and she felt the urge to get herself well and truly knocked up, and... was also falling asleep. Somehow.
“Urge to get knocked up or... something,” Green Dream mumbled sleepily as she stood on her hooves again, and walked along in the direction of her trail out of town “Feels same as when I wanted to knock up a girl, just... no boner, and I know I’m the one who gets knocked up now. Do I really want that to fucking... happen?”
She didn’t know the answer, only the warm feeling in her groin at the thought of being touched, licked, and penetrated. Chalking it up to a female body, Green Dream went around the stand of trees until she was out of sight of the trail. There she found a plastic garbage bag, still covered in beads of raindrops from earlier. Carefully shaking those off, Green Dream then stomped out some grass, and upended her unholy combination of box and garbage bag. Even the cloth scraps were incorporated into her diabolical plan, as curling up inside the cardboard box, the green filly started to feel nice and toasty warm for the first time in the past three days.