Finding Warmth in All the Cold Places

Finding Warmth in All the Cold Places
OR
To Cum in a Blue Moon

“This is a load of rotten mangos,” Blue Moon grumbled under her breath. “‘You’re not being punished, Bluie. The Guard needs somepony up there, and you’re the perfect mare for the job! This isn’t a demotion; it’s a promotion!’. Promotion my frozen flank. How stupid do they think I am?” Muttering and growling, she pulled the blankets tighter around her body, trying to keep in as much heat as possible.

Outside, the blizzard continued unabated.

It had been raging for two weeks now yet showed no signs of stopping. Of course that was just the norm up in the Frozen North. Blue Moon had been stationed there for almost a month, and so far that was the only thing she had seen: snow, snow, and more snow. It’d been snowing nearly nonstop since she arrived. The only reason she wasn’t worried about getting snowed in was the outpost she was in was a tower-like structure. Standing over one-hundred feet high, it had two entrances: one at ground level—which was currently inaccessible due to the snowdrifts—and one on the roof, which—seeing as she was a batpony and thus had wings—was the one she used.

The living quarters were in the upper part of the tower, and were made up of one large circular room. Windows ran all around the circumference of the room, allowing Blue Moon an uninterrupted view of the massive field of snow around her. That’s all there was too: snow. And a few mountains in the background, but those were only visible if it wasn’t snowing. Which it never was.

Other than looking out the windows, there wasn’t much else to do. The place was stocked fairly well; Blue Moon wouldn’t need to worry about supplies for at least a few more months. There were some bookshelves, but she had never been big on reading. So, much to her annoyance, Blue was forced to sit on the couch in the center of the room, and watch the falling snow all day.

It was also cold inside the watchtower. Not as bad as it was outside. In fact any other pony would have been fine. For a batpony however, and their bare, leathery wings, it was very uncomfortable. Thus why Blue Moon was currently buried under several layers of blankets.

And yet she was still cold. Her wings felt like sheets of ice. There were of course specially designed wing-covers she could buy to help keep her wings warm. She had almost picked some up at the supply store when she first arrived, but upon catching sight of what they looked like, she balked at the idea. The wing-covers looked like giant fuzzy mittens.

The mare behind the counter had said that they’d make Blue look absolutely adorable.

The mare behind the counter was clearly not familiar with batpony pride.

She refused to buy the covers; she wouldn’t give her higher ups the satisfaction of humiliating her further.

“I swear, sleep with one stallion and everypony acts like you killed somepony,” Blue Moon huffed. “How was I supposed to know the Captain had a crush on him? Besides, she didn’t need to get so butthurt about it; it was only a one-night stand.” She shifted about in the blankets, only to wince as her flank touched a wet spot. She blushed, her ears splaying backwards.

The cold wasn’t the only problem she had at the moment.

Blue Moon had gone into heat earlier in the week.

It was a bad combination to be sure. Stuck in a one-room living space with nothing to do, alone, and in heat. She was going stir crazy. Blue Moon was slowly losing her mind! The only thing that kept her sane was the fact she had to go outside once a day to a small cage-like structure (ironically called ‘the Cage’) in a hollow a few meters from the tower, where she had to observe and record the readings on several different gauges. What she was watching for, she had no idea cause when she had asked Princess Luna, she had gotten a horse apple answer. ‘You are on the watch for any strange, magical events, like an entire empire made of crystal appearing out of thin air’. If they didn’t want to tell her the truth that was fine, but they didn’t need to make up stories like that.

Blue Moon shifted about again, trying to find a more comfortable position. With the fire currently between her legs though, that was an impossible thing.

Giving up on getting comfortable, she glanced over at the clock on the wall. Upon seeing that it was almost time for her daily checking of the gauges, she sighed heavily.

“Well, on the bright side, a trip outside should help cool my heat,” she grumbled, “even if I do freeze to death in the process.” Reluctantly, she threw back the blankets. Immediately a wave of cool air washed over her body at the same time an overpowering scent of fertility and desire slammed into her nostrils—all the pheromones that had been trapped within the folds of the blankets escaping at once. Blue Moon’s blush darkened even as she became lightheaded.

“Probably help to blow the stink off me as well,” she said dazedly. Staggering to her hooves, she stumbled her way over towards a group of lockers near the main hatch entrance. Unceremoniously throwing one upon, she began to don the winter gear within. The gear was bulky and white, with black faux fur in the hood and sleeves. Four long snow boots were present as well, the tops of which reached her upper thighs.

As Blue Moon pulled the gear on, she made sure to keep her wings tucked inside the coat. Buckling herself up, she took a moment to glance at her reflection in the mirror that was taped to the inside of the locker’s door. The face that stared back at her was not a relaxed one.

Her light gray coat was a darker shade than normal at the moment due to how much her estrus was making her sweat. There were bags under her bright blue eyes, although they were more from stress than from lack of sleep. Her short cyan mane was in a tangled mess, but she refused to do anything with it, seeing as the wind outside would just mess it up again.

Giving her disheveled appearance one last look, Blue Moon slipped on a pair of tinted goggles, pulled her hood up over her head, and closed the locker. With that, she turned and proceeded through the exit to the outside.

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The wind tore at Blue Moon’s mane as she emerged from the hatchway. The snow was coming down sideways and was nearly blinding. If it wasn’t for her goggles, she probably would be unable to see anything but her muzzle in front of her.

Quickly closing the hatch, she braced herself before slowly making her way across the roof to a ladder that ran down the side of the tower. Normally she’d just fly to the ground, but with the wind as strong as it was, that wasn’t going to happen. Plus, there was no way she was exposing her wings to the cold.

The journey down the ladder was slow, as Blue Moon made sure that she had a secure grip on each rung before descending further. The last thing she wanted was to be pulled off the tower by a rogue gust of wind. Even when she was safely on the hardened snow that made up the ground she couldn’t relax, having to lean into the wind to stop herself from toppling over.

Fighting each step of the way, the batpony made her way across the snowfield towards the Cage. Luckily, the journey got easier as she got closer, as the small building sat in a hollow basin, and as such the snow drifts hadn’t piled up around it yet. Reaching the iron door, Blue Moon forced her way inside before slamming the door shut behind her.

Instantly the wind died, and the cold got a little more bearable.

The Cage was a small structure, only five feet high, five feet wide, and five feet tall; one-hundred and twenty-five cubic feet of space. The walls were made of tinted plexiglass with a gap that ran around the Cage at roughly chest height. The interior was bare save for the gauges she was supposed to read. They rested along the right-hand wall on a small circuit breaker-looking box. A small enchanted gem rested in the ceiling, radiating a small amount of heat. Not enough to be comfortable, but just enough that Blue wasn’t freezing her teats off while she was conducting her business.

Giving herself a shake to dislodge the snow that had accompanied her in, Blue Moon made her way over to the gauges. She peered closely at the dials before marking the readings down in a small notebook hanging next to the gauges’ box.

“No major changes in the readings,” she muttered as she wrote. “Slight increase to the latent arcane field, but nothing to suggest outside influence. The ley lines appear to be normal as well, although I can’t really tell because I’m not a bucking unicorn! This is a load of rotten mangos!” Blue shout as she threw the pencil against the wall, sending it clattering across the floor. Her face contorted in both annoyance and pleasure as she felt herself wink against the fabric of the winter gear.

Sitting down—and trying to ignore the further stroking of the suit—Blue Moon rubbed at her eyes.

“This bucking heat,” she muttered under her breath. “Why is it so bad? At this rate, I’m gonna go mad before the week is out. I need some way of taking care of it that’s not my hoof. A stallion, a toy… anything!” Pulling her head back, she threw her hooves up and stared at the ceiling. “You hear that Luna? Anything! Anything to take care of this motherbucking heat!” She was silent for several seconds, but no answer came.

“Figures,” she huffed, lowering her hooves. “When I need you, you aren’t there…” She trailed off, staring wide-eyed at the thing currently standing outside of the Cage.

Standing on its hind legs, the creature was almost as tall as the Cage. Its body was covered in a thick, shaggy coat of white hair, though there was a crest of black fur on top of its head. It had long arms which hung down to nearly the ground, and each appendage ended in four stubby fingers. Three beady eyes stared at her through the tinted glass, a look of curiosity clear in them.

Blue Moon stared back up at it, her mouth agape.

“A yeti?” she breathed. “A yeti… out here? Where the buck did you come from?” Her voice rose slightly as she addressed the creature. “I’ve been out here for a month and haven’t seen any other forms of life. Where have you been hiding?”

The yeti said nothing, but reached one of its long arms up and tapped on top of the Cage curiously. Blue wasn’t too worried about it though. While it was true they looked intimidating, yetis were generally gentle creatures during the rare moments they came in contact with ponies.

Placing its paws on top of the Cage, the yeti began to shuffle around the structure slowly, examining it. Blue Moon watched it, a small smile touching her lips at its inquisitive behavior. The yeti suddenly leaned against the Cage, and a flash of red caught Blue’s attention. She glanced down, only for her eyes to widen and her smile to vanish.

The yeti’s hips were at that same height as the gape that ran around the cage, and as such, when it pushed up against the plexiglass, Blue got a good look at the creature’s crotch. It became rather apparent that it was, in fact, a male yeti.

Blue stared at the tip of red flesh that was poking through the white fur, her mind racing. When she had asked Luna for a way to cool her heat, this wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. On the other hoof though, she needed relief and she needed it now.

‘Am I really going to do this?’ She thought. ‘I mean, it is a male… but it’s not exactly a stallion either.’ Chewing on her bottom lip, she continued to stare at the teasing piece of flesh even as the yeti shambled around the Cage.

“I can’t actually be considering this,” Blue muttered, shaking her head. “I mean, it’s a wild animal and—” Her clit winked again, pushing against the rough fabric and sending an electric shock down her spine. “—and I am done talking about this. Come ‘ere, you,” she growled, starting towards the creature.

The yeti paused as it watched her approach, it’s head tilting slightly in confusion. Since it still had its midsection pressed against the plexiglass, it was very easy for Blue to reach a hoof up and being to feel around through its thick fur. This in turn cause the yeti to let out a startled grunt, and it immediately started to back away.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Blue growled, latching onto the yeti’s fur. A few more seconds of rummaging and her hoof bumped into a pair of warm testicles. “Yes! Come to mama!” Leaning forward, she pressed her muzzle against the ballsack and inhaled deeply. A thick, musky scent invaded her nostrils, and she felt her legs go weak. “O-o-o-oooh… that’s the stuff.”

At the sudden unexpected contact, the yeti froze. No longer trying to get away, it leaned against the plexiglass, which in turn gave Blue Moon more room to work with.

Cupping one of the grapefruit-sized balls in a hoof, Blue licked her lips before leaning forward and giving the hairless skin a long, slow lick. The taste caused her to shiver, and she felt her marehood quiver in excitement. She swirled her tongue around the orb once before shifting over to the other testicle. Popping it in her mouth as best she could, she suckled on the flesh. This caused the yeti to groan, and it thrust its hips against the plexiglass harder. Something warm and fleshy bounced off Blue’s forehead and, pulling back, she found herself face-to-face with a penis.

Or rather, two penises.

Blue stared at the twin spires of flesh in awe. “Sweet Luna. You… you have two? But… I thought that dragons were the only…” Trailing off, she swallowed the buildup of saliva in her mouth before beginning to examine the members. The shafts were both a good eight inches in length, leading up to a bulbous head. The flesh was dark red with purple veins running across the surface. Tiny spines covered the lower halves, but upon brushing them with her hoof, Blue Moon found that they were spongy in texture and gave rather easily.

Gaze darting back and forth between the two shafts, Blue Moon swallowed thickly before leaning forward and dragging her tongue up the left one. Much like the testicles, the taste was strong, and Blue felt her mind go hazy at the musky flavor. Giving it another lick, she began to lap at the tip, all while slowly stroking the other member with a hoof.

The yeti groaned again, clinging to the edge of the Cage as it thrust its hips.

Blue smiled to herself as she continued to assault the left member’s head with licks and suckles. With her right hoof occupied with the hoofjob, she used her left one to unzip her coat. With that complete, she kicked off her snow boot, tossing it off to the side. Reaching in the suit, she pushed her hoof down between her legs. The suit’s interior was soaked with her juices, and her heated scent wafted up from the opening. Beginning to ground her hoof into her sopping marehood, she took a deep breath before wrapping her lips around the tip of the member. Slowly, she pushed herself down the length, taking the shaft into her mouth inch by inch.

The bulbous head slid against her tongue as she sucked, filling her mouth with its musky flavor. When it reached the back of her throat, she paused for a second before pulling back until just the tip remained. She then began to bob her head, jerking off the other member with one hoof and furiously clopping herself with the other.

This continued for about a minute. Blue Moon could feel a familiar, wonderful pressure building between her legs as she worked her hoof against her clit. The yeti grunted and groaned, trying desperately to thrust its member deeper into the batpony’s maw. With almost no warning, the bulbous head began to swell slightly.

Eyes widening in realization, Blue gave the member in her mouth one last hard suck before pulling herself off of it. Maneuvering the twin shafts about with just her right hoof, she managed to get both heads in her mouth at once. Her tongue swirled around the leaking tips as she worked herself over harder.

The yeti gave one final hump before throwing its head back and letting out a howl. The twin heads twitched before unleashing a torrent of cum into Blue’s waiting maw. It had an earthy, almost almond taste to it, and Blue gulped down the thick liquid as best she could, but the volume was more than she had been expecting. Her cheeks swelled with the yeti’s hot essence until it trickled out around the edges of her lips.

It was all too much for the batpony, and she shuddered before tensing as her own orgasm washed over her. Squeezing her hoof hard between her hind legs, the poor mare went cross eyed as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her body. Warm liquid gushed from her marehood, soaking the interior of the survival suit even more. She groaned around the twin cockheads in her mouth, sending more cum dribbling down her chin.

The yeti stopped howling as it released the last of it seed in several short spurts. Panting heavily, it pulled away from the plexiglass, pulling its members from Blue’s mouth in the process. The red spires disappeared back into the white fur, and the yeti turned and trundled away into the blizzard.

Coming down from her climax, Blue Moon collapsed onto her back. She stared up at the ceiling in a daze, her muzzle and chin covered in warm ropes of cum. Her left hoof was soaked with her own juices, as was her winter gear. The smell of heat and sex filled the small building.

The batpony laid there for several minutes, basking in her afterglow, until suddenly her eyes flew open and she sat upright. “Buck!” She had totally forgotten to screw the damn yeti, and had instead simply clopped off. That wasn’t going to help her heat; if anything, it was going to make it worse. Not only that, but now her heated scent was even more potent than when she had left the tower.

Grumbling to herself, she clambered to her hooves and zipped up her survival suit. Thankfully, the suit was insulated enough that the outside was still dry, even though the interior was a sticky, wet mess. Walking bow-legged, Blue made her way towards the exit, all while muttering darkly under her breath.

It was going to be a long night.