Donut Joe sighed to himself while he looked out upon the empty donut parlor. Normally, he would have been fine and patient, but that was three hours ago and now he was thinking of giving last call and closing up early, no matter how much he hated to do so. He bit into his lip as he took in his humble shop. It was a nice place, albeit small, though he liked it that way. Just a few tables, plenty of donuts and even had coffee and beer. I guess I fit that odd combinations feel that Ponyville always has had.

Ching.

He was still chuckling to his own little joke when he turned around and saw her there. Her hip length red hair, green eyes, and large bosom all called out to him. She took long strides over and batted at him with a pair of sultry eyelashes. “So, what will it take for a mare to get a drink tonight?”

Joe swallowed hard. “Well, I was about to close up, but for a pretty little thing like you, I have no problems staying open a little longer. So Roseluck, what’ll it be?”

She leaned against the counter, her breasts pushing against the glass and causing even more cleavage to show through her loose blouse. “I don’t know. What I do know is that I want something new, something exciting.”

A shiver ran down Donut Joe’s spine and he nodded. He quickly poured out a small bit of scotch to mask the flavor before putting in almost a third of the green liquid the Flim Flam brothers had given him. He turned around and handed it to her. “Trust me, if you want excitement, that’ll do it.”

“I hope so.” Roseluck slowly tipped it back it, each sip fueling Joe’s imagination as to just what he could do to her soon. A long sensual moan escaped her lips as she put the glass on the counter and smiled at him.. “That. Was. Fantastic! Another.”

He nodded and took in the fact that one of the mares hands now situated itself tight between her tight booty shorts. The dark blue spot that was quickly growing gave Joe an idea as he handed her another. “Tell me Rose; are you wearing any panties?”

She scowled at him before draining this drink as well. “You know, I should smack you for that. Tonight though,” she paused and licked her lips, “why don’t you come over here and check?”

It was only five seconds later that he was ripping off her blouse and undoing her tight, black bra. He licked his lips as his hands gently pushed her large, cream colored breasts up. There was even a thin line of milk running down its curve, begging to be lapped up. Perfect with a chocolate donut I bet. He patted her rear. “Why don’t you bend over while I check back here for underwear?”

Rose giggled. “Of course sir.” She bent over and her wet crotch was intoxicating with its smell. He ripped the jean shorts off and spent a moment rubbing her rump, taking in the soft, but small, mound of flesh.

Smack!

The mare jumped upright at the sudden force before letting out a moan and biting one of her fingers. “That’s it Joe. I can’t take it anymore! Just stay right there and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Her knees bent and brought her head level with his crotch. A small zip and his large cock presented itself at full mast proudly. Roseluck licked her lips at the gargantuan member and gave it a long, lewd, lick.

“Well, aren’t we well endowed in our dreams?”

Something about the voice made him freeze. Dream? What could she– “Hurk!” Joe glanced down at the dark blue fingers currently fondling his balls. “What?”

“I must admit that it is quite admirable to give yourself this. Braver than most I suppose. However,” her hand forced Roseluck off as her digits ran along the shaft, pressing into it and shrinking it to his more regular size, “this would be far more pleasurable for a real mare, and not the whore here. Now though, I’ll leave you be to enjoy the fantasy.”

Joe’s mind raced at what was going on, but nothing made sense. Roseluck taking his member in one deep thrust though got his mind working on a way to get answers. I-If this is a dream, then this should work. He glanced to his side and saw a firm, black booty presented to him. His hand stretched and grabbed the vial of sin from behind his counter. “Pe-perhaps a drink before you go?”

She turned around and took the bottle, sniffed it, and then drank a small amount. She let out a small hum and looked back at him. “The rules just changed Donut Joe. For you see,” she stepped over to him and put a finger on his chest as one of her eyes was covered by her mane made of stars, “you just drugged a royal princess.”

The ice that shot through him caused the image around them to shimmer and shake, and when it stabilized, Roseluck was gone. He stumbled back and crashed to the floor. “What do you mean by that?”

Luna gave a small chuckle. “Do not panic so. This is merely a dream and I believe there are rules stopping me from acting upon something like this in your fantasies.” She watched the quaking stallion before sighing. “That means the threat was a joke.”

Donut swallowed hard. “Oh, really? Well, um, hehe?”

She put a hand to her temple before glancing at him under her hand. “So, do you want to tell me how you are one of the only stallions in Equestria who dreams of whores instead of lovers, and whether or not it may have something to do with this?” She made sure it was evident what she meant by taking another quick swig of the powerful elixir.

He nervously tapped the stone floor. “Maybe I’m just lucky?” He stared into her withering glare for only a moment before shouting out his confession. Luna listened as he explained the bottles, how two weeks ago he learned what they did, and even looked away ashamed as he recalled the raping of Suri on stage.

She put a hand on her hip as she looked to the bottle that now was causing an itch in her crotch. “Before I go, may I ask why she acted like a whore when you could just take her in a dream? Wouldn’t it be more fulfilling to have her act like herself?”

Joe couldn’t meet her eyes. He simply let out a grumble that Luna could barely catch. “It makes it easier to believe it isn’t wrong to dream about.”

She crossed her fingers around the container and nodded before leaving world shook and she found herself out of the dream. Now that she was back home, with guilt and worry for the stallion in her heart, Luna yelled. “Celestia?”

A loud thud could be heard behind Luna and she turned to the large pink door that led to her sister’s room. The door opened and Celestia swayed on unsteady legs. “What is it sister? You do know what time it is, correct?”

“Yes, I do, but I am done simply standing by as I see you drive your subjects apart.”

That got Celestia to wake up and she snarled at Luna. “What could you mean, Luna?”

She stepped forward and looked down at her older, but shorter, sister. “It is about your ‘tradition’ that started once I was gone.”

The solar princess turned away and huffed. “Please Luna, it is late and we have discussed this before. I do not regret my decision.”

“Perhaps you should know that rape is being pushed into the minds of stallions. Does that change your stance at all?” Luna walked next to Celestia and they traded glances.

Celestia sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Please go further Luna. I will listen.”

“You will?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Luna smiled smugly at her sister and took in a deep breath. “From a dream I just witnessed, a stallion used a liquid aptly named ‘Heat in a Bottle’. Apparently the claim isn’t a simple lie and it will put mares into even stronger states of need then when it occurs naturally. In the dream, the mare in question had her drink spiked.”

Celestia paled and put a hand to her mouth. “That is disgusting. And you are certain that this exists.”

“Positive.”

“Then it must be destroyed.” She rushed into her bedroom and took off her thin red robe in order to start getting dressed. “I want names Luna so that we can hunt these bastards down and set things right.”

“No.”

Celestia stood up, her dress only halfway up her body, and turned to her sister. “What?”

“I said no. You caused this to happen and I want you to own up for it. I want you to fix it.”

Celestia grit her teeth for a moment before stepping back and taking in a deep breath. “Luna,” she searched her sister’s eyes and nodded, “I believe I have shrugged your opinions for too long on this matter. Please, let me hear you argument, and this time I will listen and consider it.

Luna stood there stunned for a few moments. She had expected her sister to yell, to dismiss her as she always had on this matter, especially with what she was proposing now. She swallowed hard and stood up tall. “You started this tradition to stop the sensitivity from heat being abused, correct?”

Celestia looked out her window to the moon that hung in the sky. “Yes. I had grown sick and tired of a well hung stallion having a mare, or mares, who clung to him simply because she became addicted to a level of pleasure that only he could bring, and only during the most vulnerable time of a mare’s life.”

Luna put a hand on Celestia’s shoulder. “And as I’ve tried to tell you in the past, those are some of the most passionate relationships I’d seen.”

“But they weren’t real!”

Luna stopped again for a few moments, to allow the air to settle. She knew this topic was more than sensitive between the two of them, but it had to change. “That is how you see it. However, back then, the only dick a mare would touch, unless she was absolutely desperate, was that of a stallion she was close to, so at the very least those relationships usually had once been friendships, if not already fueled by insecure crushes.”

Luna’s put a hand on her sister’s arm. “Now though, because you started whispering into ears to get this to stop, each mare is taught their family’s tradition as to how to resist and to look at sex only as an obstacle instead of an act of love. For mares, this is fine. They didn’t need sex, but the stallions feel they do. They want it.”

Celestia smacked her sister’s hand away. “They want it, but they do not need it, and I was hoping to hear a point, not just speculation. May I get that?”

A soft growl escaped her throat. “Gladly. The average mare, from what I’ve seen, never dreams about sex. When in heat though, there dream is filled with cocks. And not the cock of a friend or lover, but of a stranger. Of no one. This leads them to fuck anything they think they can resist until they have found love. What you,” she jabbed a finger into Celestia’s exposed chest, “have failed to consider is the used up stallion who has just been in bliss and now has to watch the cold figure that has just used him walk away. The figure that he may have cared about deeply.”

“I haven’t failed to take it into account, it simply presents no real problem Luna. If they love each other, she won’t walk away.” She jabbed a finger back at her sister. “You seem to forget that every time we talk about this.”

Luna stepped back and glared at her sister through her mane. “Fine. If there is no negative repercussion, then tell me why someone would make a drink that would rob a mare of their freedom of their bodies? Then tell me why ten upstanding and kind hearted colts take this potion? Why?”

Celestia turned away once more. “Then we have come to an agreement. The bottles must be destroyed.”

An eye twitch. The popping of knuckles and baring of teeth. That was all Luna could do before her rage got the best of her. Celestia soon found herself pressed against the window, a spell quickly sealing her movements. “Luna, what are you do–” A gasp was ripped out of her as her breasts were gripped for the first time in almost a thousand years.

Celestia started forcing the emotion down. Her large bosom had always been incredibly sensitive, but she would never admit to it. In fact, in a few moments I will only remember the act, not the pleas– Her thoughts were cut off by her nipples being twisted and Luna’s tongue running along her sister’s horn.

“Luna, if you have turned again–”

“I haven’t, but this is the only way I’ll get to those memories I need from you.” Luna hated the technique of simple denial and magical repression her sister and Twilight used. She knew how to break such techniques though, especially at short ranges. Her horn came against Celestia’s and a wave of magic flooded the solar princess.

Celestia let out a yelp of pain and shut her eyes. Opening them back up, she saw a young brown stallion above her. The sun shone bright in the sky, but it was dampened by his look of fear. “Are you okay my love? I… I did not mean to hurt you.”

The heat of the long past moment started coming back as a ball of fire that she had spent centuries repressing in her nation returned with its glorious warmth. The heat also extended to her heart as she wrapped her arms around his worried head. “I… I’m fine. It’s supposed to hurt the first time, right?”

Celestia watched in an ethereal form as Knight Shield thrusted into her again. Both of the young bodies shuddered from the contact and they had to stop again as they tried figuring out if that time was good or bad. Neither wanted to hurt the other and it brought a tear to her eye. “See Luna, this is what it should be like.”

Luna appeared in her own ethereal form, still behind Celestia and gripping her bosom. “I would continue to watch sister.”

Knight Shield continued his display, gently, awkwardly, thrusting in and out of the princess beneath him. Long, soft moans started to escape Celestia as she felt her lover more and more with each passing moment. The two were young, but their passions were high as they continued to kiss and wiggle upon the grassy field.

Youth also lacked the experience required to stay though, and soon the ethereal Celestia smirked at Knight Shield whispered, “I-I’m about to cum.”

The young Celestia gently pushed against his chest, helping to incentivise him on where to go. She let out one more long moan before her hormone drowned body couldn’t take it any longer. Her legs shut and her screams filled the air just as Knight got out of her. The older Celestia couldn’t help but place a hand over her own crotch, the memories of that first heavenly orgasm riding up and comforting her.

Knight smiled as he saw his lover finish, but winced as his throbbing member twitched in the air. Celestia came up, and the memory started to shift. She had remembered kissing him deeply, holding him there while he weakly thrust against her soft stomach. Here though, the younger form of her wrapped her fingers around his shaft and started to pull and rub with an intense vigor, quickly causing the young stallion to finish into the grass.

A small pit of worry filled Celestia. “Hug him. Please, hug him.”

She did no such thing, nor allowed a chance for such an act as Knight’s arm went to hold her instead of the other way around and caught nothing. Instead, the young princess was already pulling a light, yellow dress up her body. Th desperation in his eyes forced the older mare to turn away. “Celestia?”

She glanced back and beamed at him. “Thank you Knight. I’m happy that you were willing to help me with this problem, and I’ll keep you in mind for next year. You were very good, and very gentle.”

The sisters watched as Celestia walked away. White fingers covered their owner’s mouth. “What just happened?”

“Sex is just an obstacle. You agree to sleep with a stallion, get it over with, and leave. Many prefer this method. No emotional attachment, no care, no love. And for one year, stallions wait for their next chance to show how much they care for their special somepony. And each year they are met by this, though perhaps less drastically. So tell me Celestia, when you have to deal with this every year and hope, hope, that when you are married you can find this pleasure and happiness with the one you love more than just when biology demands it, what would you do if presented with a way to take that which no stallion may ever have. Choice. Power. The chance to be with the one you love and make them desire you just as much.”

Celestia balled her fists and went to scream at Luna. But then she saw the stallion there again. The first one she had opened up to. The first one who made her feel like a queen. The first to destroy her because time was a cruel mistress. “It… it is still wrong.”

The illusion stopped as Luna held her sister tight. “Yes. I will not say that this drug should be allowed to continue running around unchecked. However, I do ask that you consider the idea of it being regulated. A princess approved aphrodisiac may be a step in the right direction to reversing this.”

Celestia stared at her sister. “I spent a thousand years causing this. How am I supposed to simply let it go? How am i supposed to simply accept that I was wrong?”

Luna smirked. “Well, I let go of a thousand years of hate and prejudice. I bet you can too.” Celestia reached back and squeezed Luna’s rump, causing her to yelp. “Alright, get going. You have night patrols and I have some thinking to do. Sound like a deal?”

Luna snapped her fingers, retrieving her multiple intrusion spells from her sister’s libido. “Sounds perfect.”

Author's Note

Sorry if some of you got pissed at no incest warning, but with two other doing incest, I realized that I might be okay to skip it for one this light on the incest, especially since down here is the better place to put a link to a blog that will let you see how you can help make Heat in a Bottle update faster, or just do as you please with it.