Escaping The Heat

“Turner!? Turner!?” yelled Derpy, who was desperate to find her friend Time Turner. She felt her urges getting worse.

She then saw a pleasant sight: Time Turner’s clock shop. “Please be in there!” exclaimed the relieved cross-eyed pegasus. Derpy landed in front of the store, only to stumble upon an unusual sight, which was the main store window broken.

“TIME TURNER!” Derpy yelled with concern.

Derpy quickly flew inside to see nothing but the unconscious forms of Rainbow Dash and Soarin on the floor in front of her. “Oh my...I guess Dash finally found her stallion for the week,” Derpy blushed in embarrassment. “But where is Turner? I REALLY need to see him so he could help me!”

Derpy decided to check Turner’s loft upstairs. To her surprise, the door to Turner’s loft was unlocked. The grey cross-eyed pegasus cautiously entered the loft to find no sign of the stallion who owned the place anywhere. She continued her search until she came across Time Turner’s bedroom. She looked inside to find it empty, with a broken window and a blue metal box in the middle of the room. This box caught the attention of the pegasus mare.

“THERE YOU ARE!” Derpy exclaimed with relief.

The grey mare ran to the metal box and quickly opened it. Her eyes grew wide in awe at what was inside. “Yeah!” exclaimed a happy Derpy, “Come to mama!”

-

In the Everfree forest Caramel and Big Mac were hiding behind some bushes, and they could hear the sounds of several horny mares getting closer.

“What are we going to do now?” asked a worried Caramel, “What about Thunderlane? What about the potion?”

“Fer now we gotta assume that Thunderlane’s been rutted,” explained Big Mac, “and as fer the potion- ”

Before Big Mac could answer the question, a mysterious cloaked figure showed up between them, shocking them into silence.

“Do not be frightened my stallion friends: I am Zecora, here to save your ends!” exclaimed the stranger as she removed her hood, to reveal that it was indeed Zecora.

“Why should we trust you! You’re a mare!” exclaimed a frightened Caramel.

“One mare is better than many,” stated Big Mac.

The three of them continued to hear the sounds of several mares getting even closer to them.

“No time to waste my friends, we must escape, before those desperate mares feel the need to rape” exclaimed Zecora as she led the two stallions to a hatch in the forest floor. “Get in quick, with haste, or else all of your hard work goes to waste!”

Being out of options, both Caramel and Big Mac went into the hatch, with Zecora closing it after following them.

-

“Now my prisoners...who would like volunteer to face punishment first?” asked Rarity to the two tied up stallions as she walked over to a trunk and opened it. From the trunk she took out what appeared to be a saddle, a riding crop, ropes and blinders.

Time Turner knew what they were, they were used back in the days when Discord ruled; back when stallions were treated as property and only used for grunt work in the fields by day, and being forced to have sex with mares at night, day in and day out.

The brown stallion wanted to speak up, but knew that would mean certain doom for him.

“Punishment?!” exclaimed Thunderlane, who unknowingly broke a cardinal rule: don’t speak unless spoken to.

“Look at that! We have our first volunteer!” exclaimed an excited Rarity, “This is going to be so much fun!”

Rarity then used her magic to levitate Time Turner. “As for you...I’m saving you for tomorrow.” stated the unicorn before untying him and throwing him into a supply closet, followed by the saddlebag that Thunderlane brought with him. “Now stay still...I’ll be back soon to feed you and to give you your bathroom break.” Rarity gave a wink and locked the door, trapping Time Turner inside.

-

“So where were we? Ah yes, my volunteer. So kind of you...?”

After realising she wanted his name, Thunderlane snapped out of his stupor.

“Thunderlane. Now I know you, and every other mare in town, is in heat, but I’m sure we can-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Rarity gave him a harsh slap, which made him taste iron in his mouth.

“Silence, whelp! You should be honored that I even ask for your name!” she spat, looking down at him with demented eyes. “Now...kneel before me.”

“...I’m sorry what?”

Another slap.

“KNEEL, YOU PIG!”

To her credit, she could give a mean slap. But he was Thunderlane, the stallion with a mohawk and a huge ego, who didn’t take any crap from anyone. With that in mind, Thunderlane made the mistake of answering...

“No.”

The Carousel Boutique was eerily quiet for a few seconds, until Rarity gave a smile.

“Very well.”

Yes! Looks like I dodged -

His thoughts were interrupted when Rarity used her magic to flail Thunderlane with her riding crop, blow after blow hitting every surface she could. Thunderlane could feel nothing but a constant, sharp pain throb all over his body, and he couldn’t help but cry out in pain after a dozen hits.

“HOW *whap!* DARE YOU *whap!* TALK BACK *whap!* TO YOUR MISTRESS LIKE *whap!* THAT!” yelled Rarity, panting with both anger and arousal. She would not let anyone refuse her.

After a long series of hits, Thunderlane was left panting and crying on the floor, covered in sweat and bruises. Rarity, meanwhile, was rubbing herself furiously, enjoying the sight of a strong male reduced to a pathetic mess.

“Oh goddesses yes, I needed that. Raise your flank.”

Thunderlane’s eyes widened, and he made the mistake of hesitating. Rarity levitated her crop and touched the tip of his wings.

“Don’t make me whip you again, slave ~♪” she said in his ear, with a sweet voice.

Barely a second later, Thunderlane’s wings shot out and hit Rarity across the muzzle. She stood still for a few seconds, amazed by the fact that she got hit and by his large wings. She had never been hit before.

“Oh my. Those are some nice wings. I wonder what made you tick...” she wondered aloud, walking around Thunderlane to have a better look. She then gave a smirk.

“Let’s find out, shall we? Raise your flank.”

Thunderlane, whose tenacity had finally crumbled, immediately lowered his front and waited for his mistress to use him. She could see his heavy sack and his throbbing length dangling underneath. She giggled.

“Oh my goodness, you’re getting off on this? How amusing.”

She levitated the saddle and strapped it on his back, then used a blindfold to cover his eyes. Thunderlane remained quiet, panting with a big dumb smile on his face. She got on his back and leaned forward.

“It seems you have sensitive ears, slave. I suppose you deserve a reward for being so obedient.”

She started nibbling on the tip of his left ear, which drew out a long series of moans and grunts from the helpless pegasus. Suddenly, she used the riding crop to hit his flanks repeatedly while biting on his ear, which made the stallion whine like a dog.

“Oh there, there, shhh...” she cooed, licking his other ear. “I’ll take care of you.”

She used her magic to play with his balls and started nibbling on the tip of his wings, which reduced him to a mindless yet happy stallion. Drops of precum started dripping from the tip of his cock, staining the floor underneath. And yet, after all he had been through and being tied, he still stood on his hooves.

“Mmmm...such a strong male. Since you’re so different from my previous slaves, I’ll give you something special,” she said, while using her magic to untie him. “If you can show just how much you deserve it. Stand tall.”

He did, flexing every muscle he could, hoping to impress his mistress. Rarity, meanwhile, had made the saddle damp with her fluids, which came with the rush of having so much power over such a strong male.

“Try and shake me off.”

Instantly, he started bucking and thrashing, giving everything he could to get her off his back. This was useless however, as she used her magic to keep herself on the saddle. She only told him to move so that she could rub herself on the saddle. She then spanked him with the crop while licking his ears, making him neigh and rear up. She kept going like this, alternating between hurting him and fondling him, until he reached his peak, which made him scream out in shock and ecstasy. After a large amount of his seed had hit the floor, Thunderlane fell in the puddle of his juices, exhausted but happy.

“Bravo, slave, bravo. Now then, for the next step...”

She climbed off of him, took the saddle off of his back, and lit up her horn. A blue aura covered the stallion, and after a few seconds he was back on his hooves, clean, with stretched wings and a hard rod ready to go again.

“I’m going to enjoy this...” she purred, while licking her lips.

She raised her rump in the air, lifted her tail out of the way, and looked back at him with a sultry gaze.

“Mount me, slave. Make me yours, and leave me dirty.”

-

Underground, Zecora led Caramel and Big Mac through a passage, until the two stallions saw the zebra open a hatch above them. They saw her crawl out, and decided to follow suit. When they reached the top, the stallions found themselves in Zecora’s cabin.

“We have made it to my sanctuary, so you no longer need to be wary,” assured the zebra.

“But what about your urges? Why don’t have the itch to tackle us and rut us dry?” asked a suspicious Caramel.

“I am taking herbs to suppress my urge, anything to stop this annoying scourge,” explained Zecora. “You are free to stay here for the whole week, so your situation isn’t so bleak.”

Caramel still didn’t trust the zebra and whispered to Big Mac, “Are you sure we can trust her?”

The red stallion just gave a shrug. He looked around the room, only to find something unexpected: a large spice rack. Big Mac then remembered that spices were a crucial ingredient to most potions.

“Uh...Miss Zecora...can we borrow yer spices?” Big Mac asked the zebra politely.

“Of course you are free to borrow my spices, anything to advance your devices,” assured the zebra. She then threw Big Mac a burlap sack.

“Here Caramel, take one of ev’ry spice,” ordered the crimson stallion to his friend as he passed the bag to him.

Caramel reluctantly got to work in collecting the spices.

“ZECORA! GET YOUR STRIPPED BUTT OUT HERE!” yelled a female voice from outside. Zecora quickly looked out the window to see a group of about seven mares angrily waiting outside.

“Oh no! They know we’re here!” exclaimed a panicked Caramel. Big Mac quickly punched him the shoulder to silence him. “OW!”

“You two stallions go, I will go out to ask her what this is about,” stated Zecora to the two stallions. The zebra calmly walked out the front door, only to be met by the yells and protests from the group of mares.

“Okay now, where are the stallions you are hiding?” demanded a mare, who Zecora knew as Carrot Top.

“I do not have the stallions you seek, but you do look like you have reached your peak,” explained Zecora.

Carrot Top did indeed look worse for wear. “We mares here demand that you share with us the two stallions you may have in your possession! This is our one opportunity to experience the time when all stallions were good for was to plow the fields and to rut us mares blind!” said the yellow mare.

“YEAH!” agreed the mares behind her.

“And according to the laws of the period, all mares were required to share their stallions to any other mare that asks, especially during the week of estrus, and you, Zecora, are in violation of that law!” accused the mare.

“YEAH!”

“What you are talking about is backwards, and what you just said is wrong on many factors,” spat Zecora, disgusted by the way stallions were treated in the olden days.

“Do you want to know what the punishment was for any mare that refused to share their stallion or stallions?” asked Carrot Top.

The zebra just shook her head.

“Immediate confiscation of the stallion or stallions, or as they were known back then, property!”

Zecora was in complete and utter shock. “You considered stallions property?! Being treated really improperly?!” The zebra always suspected that they were some ponies, especially mares, who prefered those days, she just never expected that there would be so many.

“Last chance Zecora! Give us the stallions!” demanded the yellow mare.

The zebra just gave Carrot Top a dirty look. “All I see here are horny mares full of hate, and I will not leave any stallion to suffer such a fate,” she snarled at the mare.

The yellow mare was shocked at what the zebra said. “Okay girls! Tie her up and let’s storm the cabin!”

Several mares then grabbed Zecora and tied up her legs together with rope, while the rest, including Carrot Top, barged into Zecora’s cabin. Once inside, the horny mares ransacked the place looking for the stallions, but couldn’t find not a single sign of their presence.

“Uh...they’re not here ma’am.” said Roseluck to Carrot Top.

“DAMN! Zecora was a distraction so the stallions could get away!” the yellow mare stomped the floor in anger, and looked down to see a trap door beneath her.

-

In the supply closet of Carousel Boutique, Time Turner was busy getting himself ready for his inevitable fate: being rutted by Rarity. After hearing what Thunderlane had been through, he quickly decided to look at the saddlebag that the other stallion had with him. On the bag, there was a picture of three horseshoes arranged into cutie mark form.

“Wait a minute...I think I saw a pony with a cutie mark of horseshoes before.” he muttered. He then decided to check inside. “Is that a cloud? Why would Thunderlane have someone else’s saddlebag with a cloud inside?” Time Turner was confused. He digged around in the bag deeper to also find a book of potions. “What’s this?”

The stallion looked up to see a small window above him, open. This gave the stallion an escape plan.

• “OH YES! RUT ME, SLAVE! RUT ME RAW!”
  Rarity was shouting out obscenities, delirious from all the orgasms she had gotten. Thunderlane had been reduced to a sex slave by this point, and all he did was thrust his hips relentlessly into Rarity. He had been in her mouth, her pussy, and her plot hole, and he had orgasmed several times, only to be ‘recharged’ by Rarity over and over.

“Oooooooh, yes! I’m such a filthy filly! Tell me how dirty I am, slave!” she panted, with her tongue hanging out.

“Oh buck...” he replied, still bumping hips with her, “you’re a hot, wet, disgusting filly. So tight, and full of my cum...cum dumpster...oh buck...”

“Mmmmmm yes, buck me, cum inside me, I’m gonna cummmmm...”

Fluids were leaking freely, and they were both moaning and panting, moving back and forth as fast as they could to reach their respective peaks. Rarity got tighter and tighter, and Thunderlane moved more erratically and faster, until finally...

“OOOOOH, THUNDERLAAAAAAANE!” she screamed, as she squirted her fluids all over the floor. Thunderlane, because of this, let himself go and came inside her pussy, with so much cum shooting out of him that it started to leak out of her. Having finally reached their limit, they collapsed in a puddle of sweat and cum.

“So...full..Thunder...” she mumbled, before exhaustion got the best of her.

While they lay tangled on the floor, none of them noticed that the supply closet was now empty.

-

Time Turner was running through the empty streets of Ponyville, carrying Caramel’s saddlebag with him. “Must find Caramel!” exclaimed the brown stallion to himself.

“Hey girls look! A stallion!” yelled a random mare.

Upon hearing that outburst, the brown stallion quickly sped up his pace into a full sprint. He quickly found himself outside of town a short time later, but was too busy looking behind him for any mare that could be following him to notice a steep hill up ahead.

The time keeping stallion quickly felt the ground fall out beneath him as he quickly tumbled down the steep hill, before slamming into an apple tree below, quickly losing consciousness. An old mare soon showed up and stood over the sleeping stallion. “An’ on the first day, too.”

-

In the Everfree forest, both Caramel and Big Mac finally found a way out of the forest. “That was close!” exclaimed the exhausted yellow stallion. It was a crazy day for him as he saw the sun pass its peak. “So...what do we do now?”

“Ah don’t know...” was all Big Mac could say.

“What?!” shouted a shocked Caramel, “What do you mean you don’t know?!”

“It’s hopeless! We’re gonna get rutted by a mare eventually, ah just know it! This is only th’ first day for Celestia’s sake!” explained the crimson stallion to his friend. “First Noteworthy, now Thunderlane, soon it’s gonna be one of us next.”

“So that’s it? We just go back to our homes and stay inside until the week passes, like we did last year?” asked Caramel, not wanting to believe that all the stuff they had been through was for nothing.

Big Mac just sadly nodded his head. “Ah’m sorry...but ah have to get going home before night...th’ unicorns and th’ rest of them Earth ponies like t’ go out at night,” the crimson stallion then began his long walk back to his at Sweet Apple Acres, leaving Caramel alone.

“Well you know what Mac! I’m going to make sure Noteworthy and Thunderlane’s sacrifices weren't in vain! I will finish that potion, and I can finish it myself!” yelled the yellow stallion at Big Mac, who was still walking away from him.

Caramel just stood there, alone, with nothing but a sack of spices on his back, unsure what to do next.

-

In another part of Everfree forest Zecora was still stuck, with all of her legs tied together. She was on the ground in front of her cabin and she had trouble moving. All the mares had left her behind to find the stallions she helped. She could feel the herbs she took for the heat begin to wear off.

“Oh..my...urges are coming with full force! I’ll be desperate for stallions in due course!” she exclaimed, struggling to break free.

-

Big Mac was walking by himself back to Sweet Apple Acres, tired from what happened during the crazy day.

“AAAAAHH!” screamed a shrieking female voice. It sounded like it was pain. The stallion turned to the source of the scream to see that it came from a small shed. Curious, the crimson farmer slowly walked up to the shed and peeked through a window to see a heartbreaking sight: a yellow, pink maned pegasus mare named Fluttershy crying and masturbating.

The cute little mare had been going at it for a while, with swollen and pulsing pussy lips and juices flowing down her legs. The whole yellow hoof was being pushed in so hard Fluttershy was gasping for air as if her life depended on it. The little squeals that Fluttershy let out showed she was about to have an orgasm, and she took her hoof out just in time for the cum to spew out all over the place. One squirt, then another, and another. The little mare started to cry more and masturbate even harder.

“Oh please let me stop! Why can’t my urges go away!” cried out a desperate Fluttershy. She always hated this time of year and wanted it to finish fast. The worst seven days of the year for her.

Saddened and guilty, Big Mac went to the shed door and gave a gently knocks. “Are ya okay in there?” asked the stallion with concern.

“GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!” yelled the yellow pegasus from inside.

“But ya look like yer in pain! Are ya sure?” prodded the stallion.

“I’M FINE! JUST GO!”

Big Mac felt guilty, it wasn’t right to leave a pony in need behind and in pain. “It gets worse th’ longer you go without a stallion,” explained the crimson stallion. “Now let me in so ah can help ya.”

“NO! I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU!”

“An’ ah don’t want to leave a pony in pain!” rebutted the stallion. “Now let me in before it gets worse!”

“STAY AWAY FROM MY SHED!” the desperate mare yelled. “LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Big Mac reluctantly decided to do what Fluttershy ordered and walk away, heartbroken and guilty. But just as he turned around to leave he saw Carrot Top standing in front of him.

“You’re mine!” exclaimed a grinning Carrot Top, before another mare placed a burlap sack on his head and knocked him out.

TO BE CONTINUED...