It was another beautiful morning in Ponyville.
In a small cottage near the edge of town, a stallion by the name of Caramel awoke and walked downstairs to grab breakfast. “Today is going to be a great day!” exclaimed Caramel to himself, his daily mantra.
Breakfast was a simple affair for the stallion, as per usual. A bagel and a cup of coffee. Immediately followed by a quick shower.
“Hmm...any errands for me today?” thought Caramel. He suddenly realized that he indeed had something to do today; he had a library book to return.
He grabbed the library book from the bookshelf in his living room and placed it in his saddlebag before heading out the door.
He hadn’t noticed his wall calendar with the entire week circled in red marker. The word “IMPORTANT!” written across the circled blocks.
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At another part of town, Time Turner had just finished his breakfast and began to get ready to work on his many watch-making orders he had to fill today. He also had to perform his daily morning clock tower inspection.
“Ah yes, a beautiful morning...but I can’t help but feel that there is something important I need to remember about this date.” states the brown stallion while getting his tools ready for his inspection. “Why did I throw out my calendar again?”
He thought back to several weeks ago, when he threw the calendar out the window because he didn’t ‘agree with it’.
Time Turner shrugged off the thought and head outside into the unusually bright and glaring sun.
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“BIG MAC! BREAKFAST!” yelled Granny Smith from the kitchen. she had just finished making some apple pancakes and her grandson was not at the dinner table as usual. Upstairs, Big Mac had begun to towel himself off after taking a shower and got ready for another day at the farm. He had to pay extra attention to his groin, his member fully enlarged due to another of his many fantasizes of one of the hundred or so mares in town.
“There’s a lot of trees to buck today.” he thought, as the large, red coated stallion put on his trademark yoke. He happily worked his way downstairs for breakfast, only to be met by a strange sight; he seemed to be the only one, besides Granny Smith, at the breakfast table.
“Granny? Where’s AJ an’ Apple Bloom?” asked the stallion, a little worried and curious.
“Apple Bloom is on a class trip, campin’ remember?” answered the old mare, as she placed the food on the table.
“An’ AJ?”
“At th’ far fields as usual this time of year.” she explained.
“Oh...” quietly stated Big Mac, before serving himself some pancakes. After a few moments of thought, “TIME OF YEAR?!” he yelled. “WHAT DAY IS IT!?” he desperately asked Granny.
“Monday.” calmly answered Granny. “This reminds me of th’ time ah met an off duty Royal Guard when ah was younger during this time of year...”
“NO!” yelled Big Mac, not wanting to hear another saucy story of Granny’s younger days. He quickly ran out the door before the story got any more disturbing.
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“Today is a great day.” stated Caramel, happily, walking through the streets of Ponyville, not noticing the fact that the streets were empty. “Ah yes...so peaceful today...and so-” he suddenly realized what he had been saying and quickly noticed that he was the only pony in the middle of town. “-quiet.” Ponyville was now a ghost town for some reason.
“Hello?” said the stallion, very nervous. Ponyville is never this quiet.
“Help...me...” gasped a female voice from an alleyway. He heard the sound of labored breathing.
“Who’s there?” he asked, as he cautiously walked up towards the alleyway.
“Just a mare ...in need.” moaned the voice. Caramel continued toward the alley, and peaked his head behind some garbage cans.
“WHAT THE-” exclaimed a shocked Caramel, upon seeing a very strange and disturbing sight; a mare masterbating in an alleyway. This was not just any mare, but Daisy.
The pink coated mare was on her haunches, as she furiously stroked her hoof against her vulva. Her body seemed to shake with each pass and her forest green mane swayed back and forth with the effort. A moan escaped her mouth with each quiver of her sex, gradually becoming louder and louder.
Caramel could only stand there in shock at what unfolding before his eyes.
After a few minutes of this intense self-pleasure, the heated mare began to focus solely on her clit as she winked involuntarily. This caused her voice to raise to near screams. Caramel could feel his penis as it slowly emerged from it’s sheath, obviously pleased by the situation at hoof.
“Oh, Oohhh, OOOHH!” screamed Daisy, as she reached orgasm. Fluids erupted from her exposed nethers, coating her legs and the alley floor in front of her. The scent of her sex became heavy in the air, which affected Caramel even more than what had transpired before him.
The feeling of his erection as it slapped against his belly awoke him from his daze.
“Oh wow. You don’t see that every day,” Caramel said shakily. “I better get moving before anypony sees me in my present.. condition.” He quickly trotted off towards the library to get his errands over and done with, before the day got any more weird.
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At the Ponyville clock tower, Time Turner had just finished his daily inspection, and was packing up to get ready for his day at the clock store. He walked out of the tower and was about to lock the door, until he heard distant screams. The brown stallion turned around to see a strange blue pegasus, as it flew towards him.
“HELP ME MAN! HELP A FELLOW STALLION OUT!” he screamed, as he landed in front of the time keeping stallion.
“And you are...?” asked Time Turner, confused.
“Soarin...but that’s not important right now...YOU GOTTA HELP ME!” the pegasus yelled in desperation.
“With what? What’s going on?”
“I CAUGHT THE WRONG SIDE OF THE CALENDAR!” quickly replied Soarin.
He pointed towards the sky urgently. Time Turner could see in the distance two pegasi, as they flew towards them. “I WASN’T HERE!” he yelled before sprinting inside the clock tower. Luckily Time Turner hadn’t had a chance to lock the door yet.
“What in the world is up with him?” mumbled a confused Time Turner. As the two pegasi landed before him, he could see both were mares, who appear to be related. Both mares had a blue-ish purple coat, their hair a light-blue with white streaks.
“Where is he?” asked the one with a spiky mane.
“Who?” answered the brown stallion, confused .
“Don’t play dumb with us! You saw where he went...now tell us!” snapped the mare with a pink bow in her mane.
“Why are you looking for him anyways?”
“Because he promised us he’d take care of our needs this week!” the spiky maned mare urgently explained.
“What do you mean? What’s so special about this particular week?”
Time Turner began to suspect what might be going on. The two pegasi mares just gave him sultry looks. After a few moments, the stallion realized what had been going on.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me...”
“If you’re not going tell us where he is...then we might as well use you to take his place.” stated the mare with the bow, in a flirtatious tone. Time Turner could see fluid practically pouring from between their hind-legs, carrying their scent upon the air toward him.
The three ponies just stood there, awkwardly staring at each other. Time Turner then quickly came up with a brilliant plan, or at least a plan. “Hey! Is that Rapidfire I see flying overhead!?” pointed the stallion to the sky. Both mares looked up to see where he was pointing, this gave the stallion enough to time to sprint inside the clock tower and lock the door.
Inside, both Soarin and Time Turner breathed sighs of relief in relative safety..
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As Caramel walked toward the Library, he luckily hadn’t encountered any other pony since Daisy. His erection finally began to subside after the erotic display of Daisy in the alleyway. Her juices being sprayed everywhere as she screamed out in ecstasy.
“Psst...Caramel...” whispered a voice from inside a garbage can.
Shocked at this possibility, he asked aloud, “A talking trash can?”
“No you dolt! It’s me,” the voice said. Suddenly a head poked up from out of the can, the can’s lid rested on top of it. “its Noteworthy!”
“Noteworthy? What are you doing inside a garbage can? And what’s that smell?” stated a confused Caramel, as his snout crinkled-up at the offensive odor.
“Don’t you know what this week is?” stated the blue stallion. “I’m hiding in here because no mare will be THAT desperate to rut a stallion who smells like week old cheese.”
“What are you talking about?” said Caramel.
Noteworthy was about to answer until a deep voice interrupted him. “Guys?”
Both Caramel and Noteworthy turn around to see Big Mac, as he breathed heavily behind them, having likely been chased himself. “Ah think it’s that time of year again...”
“What time of year is that?” asked Caramel, still confused.
“Heat week.” answered Big Mac, in an ominous tone.
Caramel thought back on his day so far and it all finally began to make sense.
“Buck!” exclaimed the yellow stallion.
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Above the skies of Ponyville, a black stallion with a light-blue mohawk flew. He often went on flights to clear his head, as he enjoyed the cool breeze of the air rushing past. Suddenly his stomach growled due to hunger.
“All this flying is making me hungry apparently...” mumbled the pegasus stallion to himself before landing outside of Ponyville. “I wonder where I can get a bite to eat?” he thought, as he trotted along the empty streets until he came across a candy shop.
“I don’t think it would hurt to have nothing but candy for lunch.”
He happily entered the shop, only to find it empty from what he could tell.
“Hello? Anyone here? I’m kind of hungry!” he exclaimed.
The front door suddenly slammed shut and locked. The spooked stallion asked shakily, “Hello?”
“Did someone say...hungry...” whispered a sultry, female voice.
“I believe someone did...” answered another sultry, female voice.
The stallion saw two mares slowly walk into his vision... as they seductively sashayed their hips.
“What’s your name?” asked one mare. She was a light-tan colored earth pony with a pink stripe that ran through her dark, blue hair.
“Th-Thunderlane.” stammered the pegasus stallion.
“And did you say that you’re hungry?” asked the other mare. This one was a unicorn with an overall mint-color, a white stripe ran through her hair.
Thunderlane could only nod nervously in agreement.
“Bon Bon...” nodded the unicorn, toward the pony, who was her friend and roommate.
“Lyra...” nodded the pony toward the unicorn, who was her friend and roommate as well.
“Let’s wet his appetite by giving him a little show first.” said the unicorn, as she winked her eye.
“Let’s...” said Bon Bon in lusty agreement.
The two sex-hungry mares turned slowly, facing away from Thunderlane. They pulled their tails aside in opposite directions, which presented him with an eye-full of their plots. Their heated lips were slick with excitement, juices ran lightly down their legs.
Thunderlane saw that both mares were clearly in heat. The two casted sidelong glances at each other and smiled devilishly. They then turned their heads toward each other, and gave a look back at Thunderlane, before they pressed their mouths together in a passionate kiss.
“Oh,” mumbled a shocked Thunderlane. “Damn...”
TO BE CONTINUED...
