Band of Five Attributes (Re-Written)

A few hours passed since then, and the four ponies were back home. Rekka just finished changing his bandages, and helped Nagare to do the same with his recent wing injury. Spitfire told him and Yuuki that, until he healed enough to fly again, they simply had to stay put. Thankfully, Nurse Redheart and Doctor Stable confirmed that the winged stallion suffered no broken bones; only a flesh wound, which would make the recovery easier on him if he was careful.

The young unicorn and pegasus trotted out of the bathroom after tending to their wounds, letting Yuuki in to tend to her injury, which had also been encased in white cloth wrapping. They stopped momentarily, letting 01 trot into his room. The elder stallion hummed a merry tune as he went, and his smile only served as testament to his being happy.

The two young stallions then went to their rooms and crawled into bed, covering up to sleep and prepare for the next day, as did everyone else--save for one. Koto sat in her room, eyes still narrowed all this time, mumbling and grumbling to herself about wanting to bash things until their faces caved in or something. She felt excruciatingly hot all over, and sweat made itself present on her body, which only served to make her even more irate.

“Goddammit,” she mumbled, ears twitching in annoyance, “why’d I have to go into heat last night?” She rose onto her hooves and began to pace in circles, looking angrily down at the floor as if its presence offended her. “I want to hurt something, but at the same time, I want to be rutted senseless. WHY?!”

As she mumbled and grumbled to herself with the occasional yell, she turned to her dresser drawer. Atop its wooden frame, sticking out of the saddlebag, was her boomerang. She looked at it for a moment or two before shaking her head and turning back to the floor. “No, that wouldn’t do, as far as getting laid goes.” She sighed disapprovingly, resuming her pacing about in circles. Her anger was building, and so was the urge to have something shoved up in her and fill her with warmth--but, with this duality present, she couldn’t sate just one side; she had to do both at the same time.

But how? All ideas that flocked to her as she stewed and complained and screeched were scratched out--they only filled one desire, not both, and that only added to her frustration. In fact, she compiled a list of all the ideas she had already scratched out, and the reason why written next to each individual idea. She levitated it and a quill with her magic, and very neatly added her own weapon to the growing list, as well as the reason why.

She went over the list. Hooves, teeth, horn, dishes...by the time she finished adding her weapon to the list, the front side of the paper had been filled up, line by line, marked neatly in her native language. It was going to be a while before she could come to a decision; her first heat in this world lasted a good eighteen days and six hours. She counted.

Koto sighed in annoyance. Would this heat be longer than the last? Would she have to suffer more from the sweltering, pestering temperature that came with it? She looked over the list again, gritting her teeth not from anger, but to keep a gasp at bay as her nethers shot a jolt throughout her nerves, begging to be attended to.

The mare set the list and quill down, a small but devious grin plastered onto her face. “Just maybe…” She murmured, grasping her boomerang in her magic and levitating it to her, holding it at her side as she crept to the door and opened the wooden frame. The darkness of the silent hallway greeted her, but she didn’t mind. She knew the house well enough to walk in the dark with touch alone, avoiding illumination unless she heard something that didn’t belong to her body or spells.

She closed the door, turning sharply to the left, glancing at the stairs that led to the attic. Koto crept to those stairs, careful to avoid shouting and using up more magic than needed. She then ascended the stairs slowly, making sure to open the trapdoor beforehand. The attic was empty, save for a bed that held a sleeping white form that also had a horn. After leaving the hospital, Raki basically moved in the night Yuuki and Nagare took off to Cloudsdale. The elder mare was right at home here, and her broken hind leg was held by ropes and cascaded in cloth.

Raki slept peacefully, a small smile on her face as she experienced la-la land. Her front hooves were raised to her chest, holding the blanket to her frame. Koto needed something to whack and quell her near-insatiable lust here and now, but she ran low on options at this point--she needed the former Quartet member’s help.

She then heard something calling her name. The young mare’s ears perked and twitched to catch it. It sounded like Rekka. “What does he want now…?” Koto murmured, keeping her voice to a whisper so as to not arouse Raki too soon.

Rekka continued to call out for Koto in the hallway. The mare froze in place for a moment, hearing his hooves echo into the attic as he trotted about. The young mare snarled and quickly hid under Raki’s bed, not leaving anything exposed. She wasn’t leaving things to chance now. Not here, not this night.

The stallion had stopped his caterwauling, the only thing breaking the silence now being the sound of his hooves as he ascended the stairs. His horn glowed vibrant crimson, causing roiling shadows to move and vanish as he arrived. He darted his head to and fro, a brow arched as he continued his trot towards Raki’s bed.

“Koto? You in here?” Rekka asked, still darting his head every which-way he could manage. He stood at the end of the single bed that happened to lean against the wall, his back turned to the mare he searched for as she silently crawled out from under the bed.

Only when the stallion turned around did he see the young mare. Before he could utter a word, he landed on his backside with her boomerang pinning him by the neck. His eyes widened in surprise, and a most peculiar aroma hit his nose as he stared at the unicorn who soon moved over him and lowered her head to look him dead in the eye.

“I told you I’d bite your head off later,” She whispered, a wicked grin on her muzzle. Her eyes burned bright with anger, and her pelt was on the brink of turning red again. “I’m feeling a little mean tonight.”

Rekka raised a front hoof, as if saying ‘wait, hold up’ in sign language. “Before you do that, can I ask something right quick?” He inquired.

“Make it fast.” Koto replied, her smile fading into a frown.

“What is that smell? It’s...odd.” Rekka asked, his ears flattening on his skull.

Koto groaned and rolled her eyes, shaking her head disapprovingly. “Long story short, I’m in heat, I feel like I’m in a planet’s core, and my horn won’t stop tingling.” She hissed, making up the last part off the top of her head.

“That explains everything.” Rekka remarked rather dryly, a nervous chuckle resounding from his mouth soon after. “But...why me? Hell, I heard that a mare usually saves that kind of remark for a stallion she really likes.”

Koto’s eyes widened in an instant. “C-Come again?” She asked, eyes narrowing once more.

“You said you were in heat, right? And your horn was tingling?” Rekka countered, another nervous chuckle resounding soon after.

“Yes.” Koto answered. “What’s this have to do with anything?”

“A mare only blatantly says she’s in heat to a stallion she happens to like. I mean like like. And since you said that to my face, I think you can see where I’m going with this.” Rekka retorted, unable to contain another nervous chuckle.

Koto connected the dots in her head for a few moments, and then a blush came onto her face. She raised one front hoof and quickly slapped the stallion across the face with it. “You dolt! You’re implying that I am sexually attracted to you?!” She cried, her own ears flat on her head.

“Says the one who announced to me she was in season.” Rekka taunted, rubbing the hit cheek with one of his own hooves. This earned him another slap as soon as his hoof parted with his face.

“UGH. I shouldn’t have answered.” Koto snarled, her face reddening in fury and embarrassment.

“So, how’re you going to ‘bite my head off,’ exactly?” Rekka teased, a wry smile present on his face as well as a simpering twist of words.

Koto scrunched her eyes shut for a moment. As she did, she felt four hooves pushing on her underside.

“Answer the question, and maybe I’ll be your punching bag.” Rekka taunted again, his horn glowing brighter. His magic embraced the boomerang, and he withdrew his hooves slowly, as if a living catapult preparing to throw a rock at a castle’s wall.

Koto was struggling to form an answer, for words completely eluded her at this point. Anger and confusion intermingled in her head, and it was about to burst out of her like a geyser. She shook greatly, the heat also rising to an intolerable level. Taking into account Rekka’s earlier remarks, one could very easily think she was going rabid right about now.

The stallion launched his hooves forward, causing the mare to shriek in surprise as she stumbled back on her hind legs for a bit before landing on her rump with her forelegs behind her flanks, back hooves wide open as she sat there in her daze. Her boomerang was then launched at her, and smacked her right under the horn and forced her onto her back.

“If you two are going to have rough sex, do it somewhere else.” Raki groaned, slowly rising until she sat upright. She had her eyes dead set on the two ponies who disturbed her sleep, and it had been a miracle she wasn’t awake until now. “I’m trying to sleep here.”

“But you don’t understand!” Rekka protested, pointing a hoof at Koto as he sat up himself. “I didn’t ask for this!”

Raki arched a brow. “So...she tried raping you?” She asked.

“More like caving my skull in first.” Rekka replied, a nervous chuckle escaping his mouth again. “She’s kinda pissy.”

“Am not!” Koto protested, snapping out of her daze. She sat up, then moved onto her hooves and reclaimed her boomerang.

“I’ll believe the ‘am not’ for around two seconds.” Raki sighed, one front hoof connecting with her face. “Is she in heat?”

“She told me so. Right to my face.” Rekka answered, getting up onto his hooves.

“Sounds serious.” Raki sighed, letting her hoof go back to the blanket. Her eyes were scrunched shut, she was very much annoyed right about now.

“Did not!” Koto lied, her pelt starting to turn red as she shook with anger.

Raki raised her hoof again and hit her face with it once more. “The aroma I’m smelling tells me otherwise.” She grumbled, shaking her head and keeping her hoof on her face.