Chapter 2: Needs

Wrangling with her sense of self-control, her heart thudding with painfully quick thuds in her chest, Raindrops didn’t even realize how much she was on autopilot with her flight from Ponyville until she was directly over the clearing in Whitetail Woods that was her usual exercise spot. Her and Trixie’s exercise spot. Once this had just been Raindrops’ place, but now it had a even more special meaning, because it was their spot. Trixie had kissed Raindrops for the first time here. In her hormone soaked mind it was all too easy to remember that instant, four months ago. Trixie had been the one in heat then, but Raindrops had kissed back and...

And I wish she was here right now for me to... NO! Can’t do that to her! Gotta get myself under control! Exercise! Do something with my body other than... than Trixie.

She landed solidly, almost frantically, and paced around in a circle for a few seconds before compulsively entering into her exercise routine. She started with stretches, focusing hard on ignoring the building ache and tension... elsewhere in her body. Forelegs, hindlegs, wings, neck, back, she went through the motions of loosening the muscles in each with deliberate and blank minded focus. She certainly wasn’t thinking about how nice it would be to have Trixie here with her to help her stretch, to feel Trixie’s soft, delicate hooves gently caressing Raindrops’ body as she bent her form in various poses meant to relax the muscles. And nothing else. Of course if Trixie were here then she’d need to stretch too. Raindrops would of course help her marefriend through the proper motions, helping Trixie stretch out her slim, soft body. Raindrops might start to carefully start to massage Trixie’s back, losing those delicate muscles underneath velvety fur. Perhaps instead of exercising they could find another way to work up a sweat with each other.

“Arrgh!” Raindrops smacked her forehead into the soft grass and yelled her frustration into the ground. The cool dampness of the recent rain soaked into the ground only served to contrast the heat that was boiling inside.

Skipping the rest of her stretching routine Raindrops launched right into doing a set of wingups. No thinking of Trixie! No thinking of Trixie’s curvy, soft, sweaty body. No thinking of those incredibly socks Trixie had been wearing that served as such a delicious contrast that drew attention to just how well toned those limbs had become.

Raindrops built up a sweat quickly, her wings starting to ache as she went faster than she knew she should for a properly paced set of wingups. She couldn’t help herself. She needed to drown out her own brain constantly trying to conjure up images of Trixie in every compromising position known to ponydom. Raindrops was pretty sure she didn’t even like the idea of foodplay, but a certain mental image involving copious amounts of syrup seemed both impractical and unhealthy Besides, knowing Trixie, if Trixie was into that kind of thing, she’d prefer a mix of tabasco and honey like the kind she put on her morning toast.

Raindrops had needed to expand and be open to some interesting new concepts of food since starting to date Trixie.

When her wings seriously started to burn and Raindrops had worked up a good panting sweat, she slowed down, planning to switch to working on her abdominals, but she noticed that not only had her heat not dissipated, it actually felt worse. She stood there with burning, tired wings, dripping sweat, breathing hard... and all she wanted was Trixie, here, right now. And yet that was the last thing she wanted because Raindrops knew all Trixie would do if she was here would be to look at Raindrops aghast and want nothing to do with her.

The thought hurt more than Raindrops had imagined it would. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t realized this was coming. She knew she’d go into heat eventually, and that she’d need to be away from Trixie when it happened. What Raindrops hadn’t expected was how much it’d leave her feeling hurt and unwanted to realize that, while she was like this, Trixie probably wouldn't want to be anywhere near her. Or that, even when Raindrops wasn’t in heat, there’d never come a point where Trixie would want Raindrops the same way Raindrops wanted her.

She didn’t even realize what she was doing until her hoof had struck one of several boulders that dotted the edge of the clearing. Raindrops blinked, shocked that she’d wandered over to the boulder in her mental wanderings, and moreso at the small, cracking impact her hoof had made in the stone. Her hoof hurt, and she looked at it with a frown.

“What’s wrong with me?” she murmured.

Her heats in the past had never been like this. Neither this intense, nor coming with such conflicting emotions of frustration, fear, need, and anger. She shook her head, turquoise locks falling across her face as she took several deep, calming breaths, trying to find her center.

It’s fine, Raindrops. We’re going to be fine. Just going to avoid Trixie for the next few days. I can exhaust myself with exercise until I’m too tired to think about her. As long as I keep my distance from Trixie everything will be-

“Raindrops!”

She froze upon hearing that voice, coming from just the other side of the clearing. Without thinking Raindrops dove behind the boulder she’d hit, hiding from the pony who’d just entered the clearing. Any hope that Trixie hadn’t seen her, however, was dashed away the moment she heard her marefriend trotting towards the boulder.

“Are you alright Raindrops?” asked Trixie in a tentative tone, her voice getting louder as she came closer.

“I’m fine!” Raindrops said, far too fast, she realized. She took a shuddering breath and continued, “Just, uh, stay over there, okay? I’m...”

I’m what? So horny right now that just looking at you will make it worse? Oh, and I don’t want you to see I just injured myself punching a boulder because I’m so frustrated I can’t touch you?

Instead what came out was, “I’m just needing some alone time.”

She blanched. That hadn’t come out quite right. As she wracked her brain for some way to get Trixie to go without it sounding like Raindrops was either angry or scared, even though I’m both, Trixie spoke again, apparently having stopped on the other side of the boulder. Trixie’s voice was both bewildered and a bit hurt, which caused Raindrops to wince.

“That’s fine, but we can’t even talk face to face?”

Deep breaths, Raindrops, deep breaths...

“Sorry Trixie, it just that, well, are you still dressed like that? With the socks?”

“Um, yes?”

“Yeah, better stay over there. It all looks very good on you. One hundred percent behind you dressing like that in the future when I’m not in such a strong heat that looking at you like that is going to be tantamount to holding a glass of ice water in front of a mare dying of thirst.”

“Oh. I see. Well then, I understand that you might need a bit of personal space at the moment, but I had to come talk to you. You left before I could actually say anything.”

Unless you were going to say “Hey, I’ve spontaneously decided that sex isn’t so gross after all” I don’t know if anything would’ve helped, Trixie, Raindrops thought, but kept her mouth clamped shut like an iron vice. That thought wasn’t proper. It was just the heat and frustration talking! Making her think stupid things. She cared about Trixie and did not want to do anything to hurt her.

“S-sorry, Trixie. I figured you wouldn’t want to be around me right now,” Raindrops said, and winced at her own tone. She’d tried to sound nonchalant but her tone had not been able to disguise some of the hurt and frustration she was feeling. It’s not her fault, or mine, this is just the way it is, she kept trying to remind herself.

‘There was a brief silence on Trixie’s end before the showmare said, “We really should have talked about this before it happened. Chalk it up to my not thinking ahead. I’m so used to, well, negating my own heat I didn’t think about yours. But that’s okay! I, you’re Dedicated and Dutiful Trixie, shall find a solution to our problem! I’m not letting hormones interfere with our relationship! I’m going to figure things out with the girls and come up with a plan!”

Raindrops eyes snapped wide, “Trixie! You don’t have to involve our friends in this! It’s kind of a personal thing!”

“Raindrops how long do you think it’d take them to figure out something was off about us?” asked Trixie with a frank tone, “We won’t be able to keep it a secret.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want it talked about among all of you!” Raindrops said, feeling the raw hotness blanketing her face, “Beside don’t you hate talking about this kind of thing with ponies!?”

“Normally, yes,” said Trixie, “But this is different. This is about finding a way to help you, my amazing, dedicated, and affectionate marefriend! I shall brave the sea of awkward conversations to seek the best possible way to get us through this trial of hormones versus platonic romance!”

“Trixie, its not that simple,” said Raindrops, taking a deep breath. Which turned out to be a mistake because she caught a full whiff of Trixie’s scent and faint perfume, which immediately brought up a mental image of how gorgeous Trixie had looked, fully dressed up... for a date that couldn’t happen, now. Raindrops licked her lips and shook her head fiercely. “I don’t think there’s going to be an easy way to deal with it now, but if I can last long enough this will all blow over and things will go back to normal.”

“Sure, until the next heat,” said Trixie, “Yours or mine, either way we’ll be back to the same problem. But fear not! I can think of a solution. I just need time and help. I just wanted you to know that I will figure out how to make this work! You, uh, are you going to be okay by yourself? Want me to send one of the other girls here to take care of you?”

There was a long pause after that. Then Trixie said, “That came out completely wrong, didn’t it?”

“Completely,” agreed Raindrops, then sighed, “But I get what you’re saying. You don’t want me dealing with this by myself.”

“I am worried about you, amore,” said Trixie.

Amore. Love. Raindrops wondered if Trixie realized how it made her feel to hear Trixie say that one word with her rich Neigh Orleans inflection? Right now, however, it mostly just served to emphasise the fact that Raindrops shouldn’t, couldn’t, go to Trixie and embrace her. Oh sure she could try to do that, but all it would accomplish would be to make her desire for Trixie ten times worse through contact.

“If you want, send one of the girls, sure,” said Raindrops, “Maybe Lyra would have some advice for me? She’s the only one of us who’s in a relationship right now.”

“Pretty certain her ‘advice’ is going to consist of inviting you into a threesome with Bon Bon,” said Trixie with a small ‘gak’ sound, which was soon followed by, “N-not that it’s bad for you to want to do, um... things. Would that work? Another pony taking care of it-”

“No,” Raindrops said sharply,flatly, and in a tone that cut Trixie off before that thought could complete itself.

“Are you sure?” Trixie began to ask, but Raindrops again cut her off quickly.

“I’m sure. I’ll talk to Lyra. Might help to get another perspective. But I’m not sleeping with another pony, Trixie, even if Lyra offered.”

A few seconds passed before Trixie responded, sounding apologetic and thoughtful, “Right, right. Of course that wouldn’t work. I’m sorry, Raindrops. I just want to make sure you can feel better. I’m going to go talk to the girls now. Pokey ought to have gotten word out to them by now. We’ll think of something, you can be certain of that. Are you going to be out here all day?”

“Probably not,” Raindrops said, “I’ll head home in a hour or two. Just wanted to get in a workout to get my mind off things.”

“Okay, then I’ll drop by your house later once I’ve got a plan of action! If... uh, you’re feeling up for it, that is.”

“I’ll see how i feel by then,” said Raindrops, wishing Trixie could find some way to talk about the situation that didn’t make it sound like Raindrops had some kind of illness. ‘I just want to make sure you can feel better’ and ‘If you feel up to it’ were phrases you used on somepony with the Feather Flu or something, not a mare going through perfectly normal heat phase!

“Very well then, take care of yourself in the meantime!”

Raindrops waited until the sound of Trixie’s hoofbeats dissipated into the background noise of the Whitetail Woods before peeking out from behind her boulder. She cast a forlorn look at the small crack she’d put in the stone. Exercise suddenly lost most of its appeal. It wasn’t a solution, obviously, it just made things worse by working herself up even more.

Embarrassing as it was, she could only think of one other possible way to deal with the situation before Trixie got any crazy ideas in her head. Or her friends lined up one after another to offer their own solutions. No, if exercise wasn’t working, then she had to go with her emergency standby method of handling her heat. She hadn't had many, given she was relatively young compared ot her friends, but she was experienced enough to know it was useful to have some... back up methods of keeping oneself in check.

She took off with a firm flap of her wings, which were still a tad weak from the overexertion of her earlier workout, and she started heading for home.

Trixie all but flew through the door of her residency, sweeping past a surprised and confused Pokey as she began taking her clothes off, floating the socks off her legs one by one, followed soon by the dress. She passed through her living room where she saw that Cheerilee and Carrot Top had already shown up, and she gave them a smile and wave as she pulled her dress off over her head.

“Hey girls, glad you could make it. Ditzy and Lyra not here?”

“Lyra’s raiding your fridge,” said Carrot Top, nodding her head of curly orange mane towards the room in question, “Ditzy’s not off work yet.”

“She told me she’d drop by as soon as she could,” said Pokey, trotting up behind Trixie, glancing at the floating bits of clothes, “Want me to stick those in your room, boss, while you start talking shop with your friends?”

“Yes, thank you, Pokey,” she said, letting his magic take over floating the clothing, which he quickly took away towards the stairs. A moment later Lyra poked her head out of the kitchen, a last bit of eggroll dangling from her mouth, which she quickly swallowed and gave Trixie an closed-eyed, apologetic smile.

“Sorry, slept in,” the mint unicorn said, “Didn’t eat breakfast yet. I can get you more eggrolls if you want?”

“It’s fine,” said Trixie, nodding at her couch, “Take a seat. We need to get to dealing with this emergency before it gets any worse. From what I just saw I have about twenty four hours to develop a solution before things reach critical condition.”

At her deathly serious tone the other mares in the room all perked up with more intense interest, Lyra quickly hopping over to the couch and flopping down, not quite entering her normal lounging position, instead sitting up some. Cheerilee tilted her head in curiosity, speaking up first, “So what do we have? Letter from the Princess warning of Corona on the move? Rampaging monster? Invasion of sapient cacti?”

At the stares from the others in the room Cheerilee just shrugged, “What? I’m the only one who’s had that nightmare of the cacti hordes gaining sentience and seeking to take over the world?”

“Anyway,” said Carrot Top, “What is this all about Trixie? Pokey was kind of vague on the details.”

Trixie blinked. She hadn’t actually thought much ahead to this part, and now that the moment was on her she found it remarkably... difficult to actually speak up about. Raindrops hd been right, talking about her and her marefriend’s potential s... se... S-word troubles was rapidly switching on every one of her social-awkwardness red flags. She was rapidly conscious of a red warm spreading across her cheeks as she tried to force out some words in what was essentially a squeaking whisper.

“Yes, well, the emergency is... you see its that time, and Raindrops... she needs me. Not that way! Okay, yes, that way, but I’m very... me, and she’s very... her... and I want to help her! I am not an undutiful, ungrateful, neglectful marefriend! However there are... logistical issues with meeting certain needs. I don’t do the thing, but she wants to do the thing, only she’s trying not to want to do the thing but she shouldn’t have to not want to do the thing that I don’t want to do. So, we need to think of how to do the thing without doing the thing.”

“...Well, that explains everything,” said Lyra in a flat tone, starring.

“It does?” asked Carrot Top, looking at Lyra askance.

“No, that was pure, incoherent babble,” said Lyra, sighing, “Trixie, try again, this time with actual sentences.”

“This isn’t easy,” said Trixie, hanging her head, her ears drooping slightly.

Cheerilee smiled, her tone turning to that calm, encouraging voice Trixie had heard the mare use at the schoolhouse. Some ponies might have found it condescending, but Trixie just found it soothing.

“Its okay Trixie, take your time, think it through. I think I can already guess at what’s happening, but say what you feel you need to say,” said Cheerilee, and Trixie swallowed, nodded, and gathered her thoughts.

“Right. Yes. So... Raindrops. Her heat started this morning. Pretty badly, if my conversation with her a little while ago was any indication. She wants to just avoid me the whole time, but that’s... that’s not fair to her. I want to try and come up with some kind of way to either help her with her heat, or... I don’t know. Satisfy her somehow.”

There was a long, pregnant pause among her friends. Trixie could see them exchanging wary glances with each other. She understood. Sex was an eggshell topic with Trixie. By this point they were all well aware of how easily she got flustered just by the mention of it, and how opposed she was to ever engaging in it herself. Trixie had never let herself feel out of place because of that. It was just how she was and she’d never once considered compromising that part of herself for anypony...

...but then again Trixie had never been in love before, either.

If Raindrops was frustrated, then Trixie was equally so. Confused, more like. Not having any interest in sex had never been an issue for her outside of the time she herself went into heat, at which point she just sort of holed up in her home in the past and avoided contact with ponies until the storm blew over. Kind of what Raindrops said she intended to do. But while Trixie could deal with that kind of thing because she was used to it and it was her choice, it didn’t feel fair or right to force Raindrops to do the same. But how to help Raindrops? What could Trixie do? She was at a loss, other than the fact that she felt she had to do something.

“Um, Trixie,” Carrot Top was the first to speak up, “I don’t know how to really ask this, well, delicately, but... what are you willing to do? I mean, is it possible to just, er, go for it, with Raindrops?”

Trixie blanched, unable to help the expression, the natural grimace of ‘ewww’ that just naturally came with the mere thought of sex, “If I thought I could just do that so easily I wouldn’t have asked all of you over, honestly. I’m hoping to figure out some sort of... alternative. Some way to help Raindrops get it out of her system, without having to... do it the old fashioned way.”

“I hate to say it, Trixie,” said Lyra, holding out her forelegs in an open gesture, “But when it comes to heat, heck, when it comes to just wanting it normally at any old time, there are only so many ways to scratch that particular itch. Usually involving two or more ponies. Even using your hoof on yourself is pretty unsatisfying compared to the full gig.”

Trixie knew her head was doing a lovely imitation of a beat at this point, but she forged on, squaring her shoulders. This was for Raindrops, so she had to deal with this! She looked at Lyra, meeting the other unicorn’s level gaze, “If I did end up trying to do... sex... with Raindrops, it might make things worse. I might, I don’t know, gag or something, and she’d get the entirely wrong idea! There has to be some way to attain satisfaction in that area without actually doing...”

“Tongue,” Lyra stated flately, “You’d need to use your tongue on her, Trixie. Or your hoof. Or scissor it up. You know what scissoring is?”

Trixie did not. She was quite sure she didn’t want to. What could it possibly mean, anyway? Scissors were just cutting tools that opened up like a pair of... legs. Oh. Oh. Trixie was starting to feel faint. Light headed. She shook her head, trying to clear the dizziness.

“Lyra, maybe you could back off of her a bit?” said Carrot Top, frowning.

Lyra slumped, holding up her hooves helplessly, “I don’t want to make Trixie feel bad or anything, but facts are facts. If she’s serious about alleviating Raindrops’ sexual frustration there’s really only one, solid way to do it. I’m not saying they got to do it every day. Maybe once a week would do he trick?”

Once a week!? That seemed an insane number to Trixie. Her panic must have shown because Cheerilee stepped in quick to say, “Let’s not get hasty, or narrow our focus just to intercourse, ladies. There are many ways for a pony to achieve orgasm. What we need to do here, first off, is what Carrot Top asked. Trixie, there’s no pressure here, we’re your friends. But we need to know just what you’ll be comfortable possibly trying before we can start fielding any ideas here.”

That did seem to be the pertinent question of the hour. Raindrops had already demonstrated a near self-destructive willingness to ignore her own needs in favor of satisfying Trixie. So that left the question... just how willing was Trixie to compromise to meet Raindrops needs? It was a question she’d never had to ask herself before, and she realized it’d been foalishly short sighted to wait until now to start asking.

I should have sat down with Raindrops months ago to have this conversation with her, Trixie thought glumly, but took a deep breath, and started to speak her thoughts aloud to her friends.

“I don’t think I can answer that question, Cheerilee, without it being a pure guess and nothing more. My first thought is to try something with magic. A spell that’d either suppress her heat, or... or...” she took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly, “Trigger my own.”

Her friends all shifted uncomfortably at that, all remembering the last time Trixie had been in heat, no doubt. Cheerilee had a pensive and searching look in her eyes, “I’m not sure that’d help as much as you’d think, if you happened to find a spell that’d do the trick that is.”

“Why not?” asked Trixie, glancing sideways at Cheerilee.

“Being in heat is mostly physiological rather than psychological,” said Cheerilee, “Your body would be primed to go, but your mind would still be your own. All your reservations with sex would still be there,Trixie, you’d just be stuck in a body that didn’t care anymore.”

Trixie let out a small growl of annoyance. She remembered full well what being in heat was like for her. It was like her body would go renegade for a week, and she’d spend each day battling it for supremacy. It was almost like being drunk but without the enjoyable buzz or the blessed ability to forget what she’d done the previous night.

“Maybe I’ll just try getting plastered,” she muttered.

“No offense Trixie but I don’t think Raindrops would want you if you just got drunk to bang her,” said Lyra, folding her hooves across her chest as she slouched on the couch, her eyes taking on a twinkly light, “Maybe what you two need are a pair of mares to help ease you into things?”

Trixie stared at Lyra with unamused look and the bard chuckled, holding up her hooves defensively, “Okay, okay! Can’t blame me for trying to make the offer.”

“I don’t think adding ponies to this equation will help at any rate,” said Cheerilee, smirking at Lyra.

“Hmm, or maybe it will help,” Carrot Top was rubbing her chin, “I’m sorry if this sounds crazy, but the thought just won’t leave my mind. Remember the Mirror Pool I found? Made a whole bunch of me and ‘helped’ the town into near destruction? What if Trixie used some sort of spell to make a copy of herself? One that could, er, ‘help’ Raindrops in Trixie’s place?”

Trixie perked up at that, her mind immediately leaping towards what seemed like a possible solution that might solve all the messy details she was hoping to avoid, but the proverbial bubble got popped quick as Lyra said, “Assuming Trixie was able to learn such a spell, it would probably take too long to learn to do Raindrops any good for this heat, and besides... that might not be her thing. I mean, sure I might like to spring an orgy of Lyra’s upon my Bon Bon, but Raindrops might just find it weird to have sex with a copy.”

“Was just a suggestion,” Carrot Top said with a shrug.

“I may just ask the Princess about the idea anyway,” said Trixie, rubbing at her forehead, “If anypony might know a spell to help with this, it’d be Luna.”

“I wouldn’t rely on magic for this,” warned Cheerilee, “Any spell might help a bit, or act like a band-aid for the situation, but ultimately you have to work this out between you and Raindrops yourselves.”

Trixie took that in silence, unable to immediately counter her friend’s words, but wishing for all the world that there was some spell that might just make this problem go away and stop messing with her and her marefriend’s lives. She wondered what Raindrops would be thinking of this conversation if she was here right now...

”You won’t get away with this, Count Maligned!” shouted the defiant Baroness Raindrops, pulling away from the Count’s oily, wicked grasp. The dastardly stallion twirled his thin black mustache and cackled madly as he held her firm in his tight magical levitation.

“Don’t be difficult Baroness. You will be mine, mind, soul, and body! Nopony can save you now that I have the marriage contract, and your family’s lands are already being integrated into my own. Hmm, the only thing we need now... is an heir!”

Baroness Raindrops slapped the villain in the face with a stout hoof, pushing back his grasping advance that only half tore the silk white bodice from her flank. She set her jaw and stared him down, “I’m not afraid of a measly worm like you. My one, true love shall come for me! The most glorious, and beautiful knight in all the realm of Equestria! The one, the only-”

One of the stained glass windows lining the wall of the Count’s personal chambers shattered, a brilliant azure form dashing through the shards with elegant grace, not a single bit of of glass touching her as she landed squarely in the center of the room with a flourish of her magnificent violet, star-speckled cape. A mane of brilliant silver and faint cornflower blue fell around a face beautiful as a beam of moonlight, with two glorious purple eyes that radiated such confidence and passion that Baroness Raindrops felt her heart might cease to beat at the mere sight of them.

Count Maligned sputtered and coughed, his own eyes bulging in disbelief, “It-it-it cannot be! You’re-!”

Both Baroness Raindrops and the newly arrived majestic mare spoke as one, the former a cry of joy, the later a smirking declaration, “The Great and Powerful Trixie!”

For it was indeed her, the shining magician, the eldritch knight, Equestria greatest heroine, who stood before them, one hoof tipping her pointed magicians hat as she drew a gleaming, jeweled rapier from a sheath at her hip in a glow of violet magic. The intense glow of her horn could be seen even beneath her magician’s hat and a series of bright, elegant flashes of chromatic fireworks erupted behind her along with blasts of blue smoke as she reared up on her hind legs, a knight rampant as she smiled brilliantly.

“None other! I have come for one reason alone, Count! To take back my precious amore. Release her and I might consider showing you mercy. Maybe. If your apology is profuse enough.”

Raindrops breath was nearly stolen away at the use of that on word; amore. The word slide like a hot arrow straight to her heart, igniting a warm rush of desire to flit through every inch of her body. The heat was unimaginable, as if her blood was boiling tea in a kettle fit to burst, stealing reason and sense. Her eyes were riveted to Trixie like a pair of lode stones as the mare approached the Count.

“Such drivel!” Count Maligned spat, drawing his own rapier, “You’re nothing but talk! Once I dispose of you the Baroness shall be mine!”

Sneering, the Count leapt at Trixie, rapier flashing. In a clash of singing steel Trixie countered with a near perfect parry, stepping into the Count’s guard and with a single swift pommel strike knocked the lout out cold. Raindrops was released from the now unconscious unicorn’s grip, floating down to the floor, and was galloping to embrace of her beloved practically before her hooves touched ground.

Raindrops wrapped her forehooves around her beloved, feeling an electric thrill run through her as Trixie in turn wrapped her hooves around Raindrops, brushing gently at Raindrops’ mane. The warmth of Trixie’s body pleasantly rubbed against Raindrops’ chest and as she buried her muzzle into Trixie’s mane, inhaling the other mare’s scent. They broke from their embrace only long enough to look each other in the eyes.

“You took a bit longer than I hoped, love,” Raindrops said coyly, running a hoof across Trixi’s lean neck, “The brute was near about to have his way with me!”

Trixie smirked jokingly, swishing her tail in a way that sent a thrill through Raindrops, “I thought it would be more exciting if I waited until the last moment. Well, that and the Count did have a few dozen guards I had to ‘convince’ to let me in to his estate!”

“I suppose we should flee before any of them awake...” said Raindrops reluctantly, starting to pull away, only to have Trixie’s strong hooves draw her back to the unicorn swiftly. Trixie’s lips met hers shortly thereafter, a light kiss that rapidly turned into an eager sharing of each other’s affections as Raindrops pressed more eagerly into her lover’s lips. The hard kiss was broken only long enough for Trixie to come up for breath.

“We have an hour I suspect, and,” she pointed with a lewd light shining in her eyes, “It seems the Count was kind enough to leave us a sizeable bed to make use of.”

Raindrops eyes went wide, but it was not true shock but rather a coy, false modesty, “Here? Now?”

Trixie’s hooves continued to hold her tight, sliding down across Raindrop’s back until they rested along that tantalizing line just before the small of the pegasus’s back became her solid, lean rump. Trixie leaned forward past Raindrop’s head and whispered into her ear the words Raindrops was desperately desiring to hear, words that turned the mere heat in her body into a volcanic build up.

“I want you.”

Raindrops couldn’t even respond save to nod and once more hungerly search out Trixie’s lips. The pair gradually made their way over to the large bed at the back of the room, hardly even noticing when they fell onto it, so tangled with each other already. For Raindrops the world itself was falling away and reshaping, until it was just herself and Trixie, and the heat of their two bodies. She felt Trixie’s velvet fur across her own, causing a sweet moan to escape her every now and then as she explored her partner’s curves and shape. They rolled about, as if unable to decide who should have been on top. Raindrops felt Trixie’s flicking tail brushing her like an extra silk appendage, and the mere thought of what lay attached to that tail caused a near convulsion to rock through her.

She wanted Trixie! She wanted all of Trixie! She wanted to feel every inch of her, taste every part, and hear every sound that’d issue forth from Trixie’s beautiful lips. Already Trixie was making soft purring noises and short, small gasps; sounds that only heightened Raindrops boiling excitement. When Trixie made the first affectionate lick on Raindrop’s chest, dragging her tongue gently over the pegasus, Raindrops lost all strength in her limbs. She let out a relaxed breath and held Trixie close, the unicorn smiling up at her with lidded eyes.

“Enjoyed that, did we?” Trixie asked candidly, “I’ve barely begun, amore.”

Raindrops looked into Trixie’s eyes and smiled back, “As long as you’re sure your okay with this? With me? You don’t think I’m... gross?”

Trixie seductively swayed as she crawled up Raindrops, until they were nose to nose, “I could never think that. You’re my Raindrops. I said I wanted you; let me prove it...”

Then Trixie went back to work with her tongue, giving loving, gentle flicks of it at Raindrop’s quivering body. Raindrops closed her eyes, gasping not just in pleasure but in relife. Her lover didn’t think her body was disgusting. Trixie wanted Raindrops, the same as Raindrops wanted her. They could share this moment with Trixie without the fear that’d been gripping her of being rejected. The fear that Trixie’s eyes would turn scornful and sickened at the thought of touching Raindrops...

“Mmm... Trixie...” Raindrops moaned as Trixie’s tongue went lower... and lower... tracing a warm, wet path across her stomach, then her navel, then lower still, to the waiting, heated wetness between her legs. Trixie’s first touch there, so soft, still sent a rush of intense pleasure coursing through Raindrops. Not just pleasure, but contentment and happiness.

“Trixie...I love you-”

“Hey sis, what’cha doing in there!” came Snails voice as he knocked loudly on her door.

“GGGAAAAA!” Raindrops flopped off her bed in pure panic, tangled in her blanket that she’d instinctively pulled over herself as she’d hugged her pillow, pretending it’d been Trixie. One hoof had been holding open a book, ‘The Saucy Adventures of the Eldritch Knight’ with a rather scantily be-socked mare on the cover that just happened to share a coat color with Trixie (that totally wasn’t why Raindrops had bought it!), through she’d stopped reading it and mentally inserting herself and Trixie into the narrative a few minutes ago when her other hoof had started to stroke over her body, gradually reaching down to the heat between her hindlegs.

Her room had the blinds drawn and the lights off, and it smelled heavily of her sweat and... other fluids at this point. She growled to herself as she disentangled from her sheets and called out, “What is it Snails? Didn’t mom tell you I’m not feeling well?”

When she’d come home early and clearly out of sorts her mother had been fast to pick up on the problem. Shutterbug knew her daughter well and this wasn’t Raindrops’ first heat, but Shutterbug had suspected this one would be different than the others her daughter had endured. Raindrops’ mother had asked blessedly few questions and merely assured Raindrops that she could spend as much time as she needed alone, but if she wanted to talk about it that her mother would be there to listen. Shutterbug had also said she’d remind the males of the house to give Raindrops her space... but apparently Snails hadn’t gotten the message yet.

“Huh?” came Snails’ confused tone, “I just got back from school and wanted to come straight to you, sis! I found this incredible ant hill today and wanted to show you it. Aww, but you’re sick? That sucks. You need anything then?”

“N-no! I’m fine! Just, uh, need to sleep!” Raindrops said, breathing deeply and trying to clear her head of the fantasy that’d been consuming her thoughts. Her sticky hoof stuck to her blanket as she tried to dry it off, and she sighed, waiting.

“Oh. Okay,” Snails said, sounding worried, but accepting. She listened until she was sure she’d heard him trot off before getting up and then flopping back down on her bed, laying on her back. Debating.

Should she get back to it?

This was the third time since coming back home. She had used a different one of her rather cheesy and raunchy romance novels for each time. She had dozens more novels hidden in stashes over her room. She’d intended to spend the whole day in her just...

...taking care of herself.

For any other time, any other heat she’d had in her life up until now, this tactic had been enough. But after three rounds of masturbation she barely felt a dent in the heat that kept surging through her. The release of orgasm had been there, each time, but lasting only a minute at most before things were back to that near unbearable need that ached in every pore of her body, but especially in her sex.

Red faced, annoyed, angry, frustrated, she rolled over and clutched her pillow to her chest once more, nuzzling it, imagining Trixie’s warmth, Trixie’s softness, between her hooves. She tried to make the image as real as possible in her head, because she knew this was the best she could ever hope for. Being alone in a room with a pillow, a fantasy, and her hoof.

No, she shouldn’t think bitterly like that. Raindrops tried to remind herself that she’d accepted all of this when she’d decided to date Trixie. She’d accepted that there wasn’t going to be a physical aspect to that relationship. It didn’t mean Trixie didn’t love her, or that Trixie thought Raindrops was disgusting. It wasn’t fair to resent or demand. The fantasy was enough. It had to be enough... because...

Because if it isn’t I don’t know if I can do this.

She hated admitting that, even if just silently to herself as she went back to work trying to keep her surging hormones at bay. Raindrops didn’t have any intention of giving up on being with Trixie, but she was now starting to truly realize what being with Trixie meant. What it meant she’d have to do without. How much she... needed it. Not just because of the heat. The heat just brought it into better focus. Raindrops was a sexual mare. She wanted to be with a partner, to hold and be held, to show affection physically and have it shown to her physically.

It was just a simple, basic need, and one she wasn’t at all sure she was going to be able to live happily while doing without.

But what other choice did she have?

Author's Note

It's probably for the best that Equestria doesn't have the Internet, otherwise Raindrops and Trixie might both start looking up stuff online to try to find solutions to their current troubles.