Chapters The Mane Six Get their Fix
Fluttershy needed ...
Well, she needed a lot of things, really.
She needed to keep her mind off of certain pressing issues; needed to keep herself distracted, to keep her mind busy.
It was a beautiful late Spring day, and Fluttershy had every reason to be happy. The forest was in full bloom, the skies were clear and sunny, birds were chirping, and it was a great day for animals everywhere. Animals that were now, after a long winter, were visiting her every day, and giving her plenty to be busy about.
There was always a need for herbs to care for the sick animals, and a need for foraged goods to feed them with. Fluttershy smiled as she picked through the berry bushes, searching for early ripened raspberries; gently picking them off of the thorny vines, being careful to avoid pricking her sensitive nose on one.
"It would be worth it, though." she thought, "all this work, if it even only helps one bird. Or maybe a cute squirrel, or a chipmunk!" Her kindness obviously knew no bounds, she would spend all day preparing for any incidents she would encounter as a caretaker; it was more than enough to keep her mind off of...
"Oh no.", she said, her horror sinking in, as she thought of it.
The time of year. Late spring, it was mating season, the time when Fluttershy knew she had to keep to herself. This was the worst time of year to be a shy pony, unable to approach a stallion.
She needed to be rutted, and she could never bear the thought of being mounted by a strange pony, she couldn't possibly get so close to a male she didn't know intimately. All of her close friends, the only ponies she could ever open her feelings up to, were mares. That didn't leave a lot of options.
Fluttershy knew she had to stay home, to keep herself alone, just her and the few animals that weren't tending to their usual springtime business. Had to keep herself stocked up with fresh herbs and berries, for her charges, in case they got sick.
There weren't any sick ones of course. Fluttershy could never leave them if they were. That's why she needed to keep them handy, she assured herself. Just in case. A pony never knew.
The day carried on, the heat bearing down on the poor mare. In heat. She had to drink plenty of water to stay hydrated as she floated and fluttered through the forest, looking around every tree, every bush, finding what things she might possibly need. She gathered what she could, and placed it into a basket possibly more dainty than herself and then carrying it back, held in her teeth, to her cottage for later. It was a lot of work, but worth it to keep her mind off her predicament, and so she wouldn't need to go into town in her current state. For anything. She couldnt bear to be in town for anything right now.
"It would be absolutely terrible if I needed to go into town, now", Fluttershy thought to herself. She could never leave her home, because if she did, then she would risk encountering a stallion on the way. A large, handsome stallion with his huge, throbbing... parts, digging deep inside her; right where she needed it most. Right now, mounting her, covering and consuming her tiny body, his coarse fur rubbing across her back, as he would rut her with vigor. She needed this, and as Fluttershy began to space out, a vacant smile spread across her lips, and a bead of saliva slowly ran down from the corner of her mouth.
She was losing herself inside her fantasies, and soon she would go too far to go back. Saliva was certainly not the only thing dampening her fur anymore. She began to reach down, lower... and lower, but as she did so, a little voice in the back of her mind grew louder and louder, chastising her for losing her control until, eventually, she heard it.
Jolting back to her senses, she quietly whispered to herself, "Oh no, please not now". She had to stop this right here, right now. She would busy herself in the forest, and keep her mind off of things. She had to, the other options were far too frightening, she could never, get so close to somepony she didn't know.
She couldn't think of how nice it would be to let him mount her, his soft underfur rubbing gently onto her back. His deep throbbing stallionhood, pressing insistently against her gates, demanding to be let inside her, and quench the fires in her loins. She desired nothing more than to drink deeply of another pony's... kindness.
Underneath Fluttershy's yellow fur, her cheeks were turning a deep crimson, as were other parts of her body. If only she could reach down... and help herself...
She caught herself doing exactly that, yet again, as she jolted alert from her another of her daydreaming fantasies, forcing herself to keep her mind on what she was doing.
The most important thing to her right now, was her animals, not her marehood demanding satisfaction. It was busying herself with kind acts, for them, not some handsome stallion busying himself with kind acts, on her.
In a raw panic, Fluttershy flew as fast as her gentle wings would let her, gathering whatever looked useful, frantically flapping her wings, working up a deep sweat.
She kept this up nearly all day, stopping at her cottage whenever possible to cool off and drink something refreshing, the cool water quenching her thirst and cooling the fires within her. Occasionally, she would stop to admire one of her animal friends, perhaps have a short chat. She certainly needed the rest, and it helped to keep her mind off things. She just hoped they wouldn't notice her predicament.
As if any male (and some females of the right persuasions) couldn't smell her from a quarter mile away, and know instantly of her state. Fluttershy, all sweaty, and in heat absolutely stunk of pheromones to anything with a keen sense of smell. They were just too kind to bring it up, it was either a natural course of business to them, or they knew better than to bring attention to it, and shock the poor shy mare.
It took most of the day, but Fluttershy eventually wore herself out, now walking through the forest not too far from her home, too tired to possibly go to Ponyville today. It was a good excuse, she thought, the reasoning helping lay her mind at ease. She would not have to go into town today.
As she stopped in a clearing, Fluttershy felt a soft gush of cool spring breeze, reaching her damp body, allowing her to finally relax, and lift the burden of her fears off of her back. Fluttershy sighed contently as she stretched her aching wings out, the mild breeze passing through her soft feathers, cooling her body. After a hard day, the breeze passing across her lithe body, caressing her soft fur, was a heavenly feeling for the tired mare.
As she finally relaxed her tired muscles, she felt something new. Another ache, but this time not in her tired muscles, and not in her loins, but now somewhere else, somewhere possibly more horrible. Fluttershy was so busy in her haste to keep her mind off her heat, she had forgotten to tend to one of a pony's most basic needs.
She needed to pee, and she needed to do it right now.
The Mane Six Get their Fix
Fluttershy needed to pee. Badly.
It had been a long day of constant work to exhaust herself, and she now realized that maybe she shouldn't have drank so much water to cool down. Then again, it had been so refreshing. She was done her work now, her goal of staying busied long enough to keep her from visiting Ponyville today, had been met. She did not have to go anywhere today, and she could do what she wanted with her evening.
Oh, but she had to go now; just not to Ponyville. She could feel the tension in her nearly full bladder, the new tingling sensation noticeably different from the one created by her hormones.
The cool, relaxing breeze she felt upon leaving the tree cover had done a little too much to relax her body, and while it had been a blessing for her tired muscles, a different kind of ache was growing in her loins now. She wasn't sure how much longer she had, but it would have to be long enough.
She was not a scared little filly anymore, she had blossomed into a beautiful, full grown mare. Big mares did not wet themselves, she assured herself. Long gone were the days where she would wet herself out of fear, or from her crippling social anxiety. She was an Element of Harmony now, and her new friends had helped her with her courage, and she was tougher for her adventures, as scary as they might be.
Her new adventures had also helped her to learn to contain her pee. Emboldened, she certainly was, but she could never ever pee in front of another pony. It was unthinkable for the shy mare to let anypony see her do her business. She would always hold it longer when her friends had to go; girls often went together, and the Elements were mostly not an exception. Such things were bound to come up while travelling, and just like how they didn't normally wear clothes, ponies rarely cared about being seen doing their business. Fluttershy and Rarity, however, never did: Fluttershy because of her crippling shyness, and Rarity because it was far too uncouth to urinate onto the ground-- it was unbecoming of a lady, she always said. Fluttershy would always wait until nightfall, sometimes only peeing once a day, and she suspected Rarity did the same.
Fluttershy took a deep breath as she calmed herself, and gently, but snugly, pressed a hoof into her marehood. The pressing urge passed, as it often did. However, her hoof, now buried into her crotch, was renewing a familiar feeling in her loins.
The distressed mare now had to take her mind off of a completely different need than her heat, and she knew exactly how she was going to do it. Fluttershy wasn't one for boldness, she never would be, such was the realm of Rainbow and Applejack, but a mare has to do what she can with the situation she is in.
Fluttershy was near one of her favorite spots in the forest, right close to her cottage. She wasn't going to her cottage, that wouldn't be necessary for what she had planned. She stretched her dainty yellow wings, taking in the cool air one last time, as she trotted back into the trees, sighing contentedly as a serene smile crept across her muzzle.
Several trees back into the forest, was a large old oak, now brilliant in its springtime glory, this was her favorite tree. At the base of it, was a series of large roots wrapping around each other, snaking across the top of the soil, covering the ground so that the great old tree would have a sturdy foundation. Where two of these roots crossed, was a spot where the bark was smooth, and had a soft layer of moss growing over it. It was this spot, tailor-made just for one lithe, young, nature-loving pegasus, that was where she was going, and had been to countless times before.
Her favorite tree, her favorite spot. Quiet and personal, surrounded by trees, at one with nature. This was all she could ask for, she thought as she sat down, resting her haunches against the moss-softened roots, relaxing her wings as she laid her back against the weathered old trunk. No pony could see her here, surrounded by foliage, it was the one place the shy pegasus mare could really be one with herself. It was difficult to take care of her needs in her cottage, surrounded by animals. She could certainly never evade the gaze of Angel, even in her own room. No, this was her place.
Finally! She was here. She needed this, more than anything; even more than her strong urge to pee. She would take care of her needs on her terms , one after the other. The thought alone amplified the tingling in her nethers.
Fluttershy needed to masturbate. Now.
And she would do it here, outside, where she loved to be.
Once she had settled in and gotten comfortable, Fluttershy listened closely for anypony nearby. A moment passed by, and she heard nothing but wind. Even though she had done this before, she always experienced a rush at clopping outside. It just felt so... Naughty.
She giggled quietly. If only her friends knew the pervert she really was. She would die, of course, but they would never expect it.
Already in position, Fluttershy reached down with her hoof and began the trace circles around her labia. Gentle shivers crept up her back, and down her thighs, as she let out a feminine gasp of pleasure. She looked down at her marehood, getting the first look at it in nearly all day. It was no wonder she was so riled up.
Her supple folds, were normally hidden behind a patch of slightly coarser yellow fur, but right now, Fluttershy's labia were already parted to their maximum, slowly winking for all to see. They were glowing a bright pink to match her hair, and she could feel their warmth through her soft fetlocks, a warmth to match the fire raging within. Her engorged clit was already standing out, signalling her readiness, it was certain no foreplay would be necessary today, she thought as she closed her eyes, entering her own private world.
She began to speed up, widening the circles she traced across herself. She was already very wet, the glistening reflecting the late day sun as it cut through the spring leaves. Fluttershy's gentle moans became audible as her breathing became shallower and quicker. Her pleasure built up quickly now, as her stress was peeling away one layer at a time.
Mmmm, this was it; she needed this. This was the release she wanted all day and couldn't let herself have. Good things come to those who wait patiently; this would be a good one, she could already tell.
Her hooves were far too rough for what came next, it was a shame she only had herself to rely on, as everypony was familiar with the limitations of hard hooves on soft mare bits. As she came full circle around her labia, she had nowhere further to go, and finally, she brushed the soft fetlock fur above her hooves against her clit. She gasped loudly, the familiar feeling of electric fire engulfed her marehood. Her wetness was now slowly running down her fur, and onto the roots she sat upon.
Along with this jolt, her bladder reminded her it was there, the lake within her not willing to be forgotten a midst her haze of pleasure. Pleasure and pain mixed together, each one amplifying the other. This was something she never thought would feel so good, she was clopping with a full bladder; and she was loving every second of it!
Her rubbing grew more vigorous, she was grinding into her clit now with her fetlock roughly and harshly. She bit into her lip, tasting blood. Her heart rate was racing, and now she was practically panting. She wasn't in control anymore. She was just an animal now, being mated in the woods; there was nothing more natural. Nothing more primal. Her entire being was now devoted to releasing the fire within.
Cooing and moaning to herself, Fluttershy bucked wildly into the air, her wetness was spread up to her forelegs, across her thighs, and was dripping off of her haunches, pooling beneath her. The smell of mare in heat was thick as fog in the air. It was never like this before! She was someplace else now, lost in the pleasure and pain. Her entire body burned now, burned with effort, burned with passion, and burned with the fire as her hormones finally began to peak. Her mind went blank.
"OOOOOHHHH! AHHH! AH... AH... ahhhhhh.", Fluttershy came as hard as she had ever done before, her marecum shooting in a thick stream into the soft peat beneath her, arcing an impressive distance.
She dropped to the ground, her body shuddering and shaking, her marehood quivering. She went numb, her mind finally succumbing to the pleasure she sought out all day. With a finality, she uttered a quiet "Yay." as her orgasm finally petered out, and allowed her to catch her breath.
It was too much for the shy mare's tired bladder, and the overstressed dam finally broke.
She was wetting herself, totally out of her control, and instead of crying, she didn't care. It just felt so good to finally let everything out. She was only a pony, after all; her body had limits. She was finally allowing herself to totally relax. Fluttershy gasped as the pangs of pain from before were replaced with the pleasure of release.
She felt the warmth in her loins spread as her urine ran out of her in forceful rivulets, mixing generously with her marecum and pooling across her soft yellow fur, warming her underside. Her pee dripped down the roots, and soaked into the ground, the musky scent of her urine was strong now, mixing with the smell of her sex; it wasn't disagreeable, she thought. It just smelled... natural.
Her urine trickled down her legs, and splashed against her soaked fetlocks, the warm wetness now everywhere, or so it felt. She was peeing all over herself, and didn't care. She was too tired. Everything felt good right now, the warmth spreading across her underside. Her loud gasps finally ceased, but her stream kept up. She really needed a pee, and her volume was surprising even herself!
"FLUTTERSHY! ", a loud familiar voice echoed through the trees, punctuated by the sound of birds rusting through the trees as they made good their escape from a purple unicorn passing through the bushes.
Fluttershy's stream stopped immediately. As did her breathing, her heart, and her consciousness. It all came crashing down, with the bluntness of a clumsy unicorn. Her body locked up, and her brain froze over in the denial of being caught by her friend while peeing herself after clopping furiously. This couldn't be happening, and she was sure we would wake up and none of it ever happened!
"Fluttershy! There you are, I wasn't sure where you had gone-- OMIGOSH!", Twilight Sparkle said as she walked in on her passed out, shy friend after she was obviously masturbating against a tree.
Was that... the smell of pee?
The Mane Six Get their Fix
Twilight Sparkle was alone.
Metaphorically, of course. She still had her friends, her assistant, as well as her eternal teacher and sun Goddess. Almost all of Ponyville liked Twilight; she was smart, attractive, and who doesn't like a sexy librarian? Any stallion, or mare of the right persuasion (she didn't mind) would count themselves lucky to know her. But that was the problem.
No, today, Twilight was alone because she wanted to be. She had locked herself away in her library, of her own free will. She needed to keep to herself, or risk the consequences, and these were consequences the young student couldn't bear to have. Not yet.
She, like Fluttershy, was in heat. And Twilight, unlike Fluttershy, had realized this was no normal heat she was in. This was much worse.
Normally if she was in heat, she could take care of herself with a nice clop, and be done with it. Or she would at least feel better about it. That wasn't working this time; she had been clopping furiously nearly all day, and the itch wouldn't stop. She tried everything she could think of, and was it ever hard to think.
She couldn't think. Truly, this was the worst fate she could imagine with her heat-addled mind. She had already lost a day of her studies to this, how much longer did she stand to lose? Was she losing her mind? All she could concentrate on was the ever-growing heat between her legs, travelling up her spine, and spreading across her body.
Twilight was a mess, and that was an understatement. Her mane was a tangle, her body was a sweaty mess of lathery pony sweat, and her tail had it worst, it was soaked in her own fluids. She absolutely stank of mare heat and her own musk; nopony could ever mistake her condition for anything but exactly what it was.
She would have to beat this thing alone, while it would certainly cure her of it, she knew all too well the consequences of following her instincts and bedding a stallion in her heat. As every young filly learns in school, if a stallion sleeps with a mare in heat, she will get pregnant. This was a certainty, given how the male's penis flares before orgasm, giving no opportunity to 'pull out'. On the bright side, mares not in heat, have an extremely low chance of pregnancy, but this was cold comfort to Twilight right now. All it meant was she absolutely needed to take care of it alone, or the consequences would be dire. She could just see the tabloid headlines if she got pregnant with a random stallion's foal:
"THE BUN IN HARMONY'S OVEN" Magic does this student have baking?"
Suffice to say, it would destroy her reputation, and her life, forever. It would be worse than ten Foal Free Presses , combined. The thought alone made her shudder.
She was silently grateful Spike was not here to see her, and to give her absolute privacy. Thank Celestia for small miracles; Spike has been whisked away to Canterlot for what Pinkie Pie had called a "Lampshade Hanging". She assumed this was some type of party she was unfamiliar with, given Pinkie's knowledge of it. And why Spike was invited, out of everypony, she thought was odd. However, she also knew better than to question Pinkie about... anything. To do so was madness. And right now, it was the last of her concerns. All she really needed to know, was he was in the good hands of the princesses, and that he would be gone, hopefully, long enough to take care of her... problems.
So she had spent the day alone in the library. Her heat was nothing new, it came around once a year, not always at the same time, but it always came. So she tried to beat it with a good clop, that way she could get on with her business. When that didn't work, she tried harder, clopping herself into a frenzy, until she came, rather messily, all over her sheets.
For a short time, that seemed to do the trick, but as she started to return to her normal routine, she realized the tingling was coming back, fast. She tried researching herbal remedies, but she couldn't keep her hooves off of herself. One magically summoned phallus later, she tried that again, with a clearer mind. All she could find were some herbal calming teas, which she doubted the efficiency of, but she brewed up an extra strong batch of several of them, and drank them all. Just to be sure. It was a shame she couldn't go see Zecora for one of her remedies in her state, but she would need to keep her in mind, just in case this was some kind of bizarre magical affliction, She doubted it, but a pony never knew.
Whether or not they would work, the awful taste had certainly been distracting for a few minutes. It was a good thing she had lots of practice with exotic teas during her time with Celestia. She never was quite too sure how the Goddess managed to drink some of them and keep a straight face. Thousands of years of practice, she assumed.
Right then, an idea hit her. She would burn this thing out, like she would burn out a cold, with practical application of everything she could think of, all at once. She poured her remaining tea into an extra large mug, usually reserved for late-night study sessions and trotted back up into her bedroom. Twilight was determined to beat this thing, with however much force it took.
For the nth time today, she laid down onto her bed, which was getting to be quite a mess. She made a mental note to clean her sheets when this was done. She sipped some more of the tea, before remembering how awful it tasted. Maybe later.
"What will I do, that I haven't tried yet?", Twilight said to herself, as she began to gently rub her hooves against her sex, which was already wet, and in fact, never stopped being ready all day today. Her thoughts went back to Celestia, her teacher, a Goddess, the epitome of Equestrian beauty, and no small part in shaping a younger Twilight's sexuality. One couldn't spend their adolescent years around one so beautiful, and not find themselves attracted to her, mare or not.
This was a start. Her fantasies turned toward her Goddess, whom Twilight would worship the very ground she walked upon. More of her wetness crept down her folds and into her ruined tail. She needed more, still, she thought to herself. Hooves simply weren't enough. Magic was normally the next step, but that still wasn't enough. She didn't keep "toys", so she needed to use something more personal. She had just the thing.
Reaching into a her closet with her magic, Twilight found an old box of things she kept from her Canterlot days, spent with the princess. Opening the box, she pulled out what she was looking for with her mind's eye. Out from the box, she levitated a small white pillow emblazoned with a single, yellow sun, which she brought over to herself.
This was a pillow from Celestia's private chambers, where she slept, and where few ponies, Twilight herself included, have been into. Magically preserved, it even still smelled like her. She was given the pillow, as a younger filly, after a restless night when the sun Goddess comforted her through the night, allowing Twilight to sleep with her. She was allowed to keep it to help her sleep, and to remind her, Celestia always loved her.
Twilight brought the pillow to her muzzle, deeply taking in her enchanting scent. Yes, this would do nicely, she thought as she let out a quiet nicker. Her fantasies taking over now, she clopped furiously, grinding her thighs together, her musky lubrication dripping down her backside. She was in bed with the most beautiful mare Equestria had ever seen, the object of her desire. Thousands of poems had been written, ballads had been sung, by artists centuries over, who had been enchanted by Celestia's beauty, but could never reciprocate their love.
Twilight was rutting her bed with wild abandon, spreading her juices across the sheets. Wanting more of her princess, she took in the scent of the pillow one last time, taking it all in, before throwing the pillow underneath her hips, and grinding herself into it. Lost in her lust, she spread her musk all over the pillow, mixing her scent with the princess's, defiling the precious object forever. She didn't care, she no longer needed the pillow to sleep anymore, it was now hers to do with as she wished, and she needed this, right now.
Thrusting herself onto her princess, she felt the hot prickling sensation of her heat spread up her back, and across her body. The whole room smelled of her musk, and the magical scent of her princess. Her fur stood on its ends as the sensations spread across the rest of her body, building towards a crescendo that was getting ever nearer, but remained just out of reach, still.
It was then, that the tea in her bladder made itself known. Dandelion tea is a diuretic, after all. It doesn't take much volume to make you feel full when you are wildly bucking a pillow, grinding your entire crotch against it, leaving little room for a bladder.
In her lust, Twilight didn't care for anything getting in the way of her orgasm. An orgasm that was necessary to clear her heat and return to her studies, at that. She was glad the princess didn't spy on her little ponies (she hoped), because what she was about to do might be considered heresy to some ponies. She needed to pee, but she wasn't about to stop humping. She needed this, the princess would surely understand. As for the mess, she could always clean it up with magic; being the element of magic has its benefits.
Not able to over think the situation with her clouded senses, Twilight let it all out. She stopped rutting the pillow for a second as she started to relieve herself onto it. A quiet hissing sound was heard, and she felt a warm wetness unlike no other filling beneath her. It felt wonderful. Not wanting to let a good thing go to waste, she continued rutting the pillow again; still peeing, it was now splashing around her hind legs, soaking herself and her bed.
Mixing her juices and her urine together into a slick mess proved to be a boon, because her rubbing had started to chafe a bit, and some extra moisture just made it feel more like the real thing. Now instead of 'just' rutting Celestia, she was also performing depraved sex acts on her; in her mind's eye, she was defiling the princess with her piss, while bucking the tar out of her. The bed was creaking and groaning as the maddened unicorn rode it, even managing to move it slightly with her most furious of thrusts.
Everything felt good, everything about what she was doing was warm, wet, and fulfilling. Her pleasure completely overtaking her, her muscles clenched wildly, powerful shivers covering her body, the rest of her body going into overdrive as her most powerful orgasm yet crept up on her with a bang. Her horn glowed softly, as sparks of light filled her vision, and her back arched as her muscles completely locked up, and she exhaled into a loud, feral whinnying sound as she came like she never did before, finally dropping to the bed in exhaustion, gasping for air.
When she finally regained her senses, she awoke in a wet bed of her own juices, urine, and shame. Her whole bed smelled like a restroom, although she didn't find it totally disagreeable. She also noticed something else: her mind finally felt clear!
Twilight rolled out of her bed and immediately set to levitating the bedspread off of her bed, separating it into its multiple components: sheets, blankets, pillows... her special pillow, now ruined. This last one she frowned at, but sacrifices had to be made. Her horn glowing brightly, she concentrated on each part of the spread, further separating each sopping wet part from her fluids she had sprayed all over them. She did this for each part, including the pillow, gathering her mess into a single bubble, before setting down each part of the bed into its proper places, now magically dry cleaned.
Somewhat curious now, she levitated a single drop of her combined marecum and pee over to herself and tasted it.
It had gone cold, but it was not at all what she expected. She had expected something saltier, but what she got instead was a notable bitterness, with a hint of tangyness underlying it. So this is what she tasted like, she thought. This would require further... experiments, already planning to have more fun in the future. Her curiosity now satisfied, she concentrated on her bubble of mess, as it dissipated with a light flash, and a short sparkle of magic.
Now she just needed to clean herself. She had already began to trot to her bathroom, the energy in her step making her afterglow evident. A hot shower was in order, and she needed time to think about this.
Stepping into her shower, she was already deep in thought.
She had read about mares urinating for a stallion to signal their readiness. It wasn't something that was always done, or spoken of publicly, but it was a natural, instinctual thing for ponies to do. It was very old-fashioned, sure, but it was a normal kink for a mare or stallion to have. Thinking about that made her feel batter about possible new fetish. After all, it helped her to a powerful orgasm, maybe there was something to this new... 'thing' of hers? She was certain she would have to try this again.
The hot water spraying over her body washed the day's stress and ministrations off of her, and she never felt better. Finally pushing the days events from her mind, she decided she wouldn't let the day go to waste, and she would spend the remaining evening with one of her friends: but who?
Rarity and Pinkie were closest, but it was prime business season for Rarity, with all of the spring balls and galas, she was expected to meet extra customer demands. Twilight didn't want to impose on her. Pinkie, on the other hand, would be free, but she was far too tired to try and keep up with her right now. Applejack was also busy tending to the first apple crop of the year, and Twi hardly wanted to spend the rest of the day bucking apples. Rainbow Dash was notoriously hard to find, either zipping about someplace, or napping in a cloud somewhere. So that left Fluttershy, which actually, was a perfect fit. Nothing was more relaxing than an evening with Fluttershy, she decided.
Twilight stepped out of her shower, dried herself off, neatened up her appearance, and powered up a spell to take her right to Fluttershy.
She disappeared with a flash, and found herself, not in front of Fluttershy's cottage, which is what usually happened, but instead in the middle of an unfamiliar stretch of woods.
Worried, she called out loudly, "FLUTTERSHY!" , as she walked forward into the woods.
Peering through the bushes, she found her friend, nestled against an old oak tree.
"Fluttershy! There you are, I wasn't sure where you had gone-- OMIGOSH!", Twilight yelped in surprise was she took in the scene before her.
Her quiet pegasus friend, was obviously in heat too, and had just clopped herself silly, just as Twilight had done. Whats more, Twi had just startled her overly shy friend into fainting. Poor Fluttershy. She didn't mean to surprise her quite like this!
Twi took a moment to gather her wit, she could fix this. She took a deep breath to calm herself, and something smelled... off.
Was that... the smell of pee?
Author's Note
We're starting to have some resemblance of a plot now. This is going places, I promise!
As always, let me know what you think, or even if you just catch a mistake. I won't mind, I promise!
I don't have an editor or proofreader, after all. I do all that myself. Not the most efficient system, I might add.
