Duchess Duvet's Instant Estrous

The history of Equestria was a long one, starting with the discovery of the land by the tribes approximately one thousand seven hundred seventy-six years ago. In that time, many species had walked the land. There were of course the ponies, but also horses, zebras, griffons, chimeras, minotaurs, dragons, perytons, kelpies, hydras, breezies, camels, donkeys, yaks, changelings, and more. But in all of the storied centuries of Equestrian history, a certain recent event, nay, arrival, stood out as completely unique. The creature had come from no mythology, no stories, no undiscovered land. It was a funny thing, like a monkey, but bigger, or a gorilla, but smaller. And it walked on only two legs.

It was peculiar there had been only one human to appear in the world of colorful equines. Badly injured when the deer of the Everfree found him, they had sent him to Ponyville when his medical needs exceeded what they had been able to provide. He spent many moons unconscious on the border between life and death. Once he had fully regained consciousness, he had told them of his world, a world of technology and fantastic feats of his fellow humans. Surprisingly, he had been able to pick up the language of the ponies rather easily, although he spoke with a distinct, utterly unique accent, for he could not make the proper clicks and trills, although he was still understandable to them. He had even tried teaching them some of his native language, a weird, guttural thing with way too many very similar sounds in many places and manners ill suited for equine lips.

They had eventually settled on a mutually agreeable plan. He would do as she had done long ago when she needed a fresh start and some friends. They had boarded a flying chariot together, and upon landing in Ponyville, he took to living in the princess’s castle.

That state of affairs did not last long, despite Twilight’s lamentations that she wanted him to be as close as possible so she could study him around the clock.

It took less than a week for the human, named Jake, to move out. It wasn’t much of a surprise to anyone but the princess. She couldn’t understand why anyone would want to actively get out of education and contributing to science. Okay, so her experiments weren’t always ethical – she was fond of messing with his diet and sleep routines just to see how he’d respond, for example, and her idea of a brief lesson involved six hour lessons on obscure historical figures, sometimes quoting entire passages in the original Old Ponish.

It was for the sake of his sanity and survival that he made a point of moving out.

Fortunately, the residents of Ponyville were a helpful, cheery lot. A mare named Pinkie Pie was all too happy to have the human around and soon set him up with a job at the local confectionary. At first, his present half killed business, but week by week, he built up trust. It went from a situation that his face could clear the street to now it was like he’d known them their entire lives after not too many months of contact. Friendships, parties, getting acquainted with everyone did take a while, but in the end it did all work out.

There was one little pony who seemed to like him a lot in particular. Her name was Scootaloo, and she bore the sad distinction of being a pegasus who was unable to fly. However, that did not matter to Jake, and she soon found a fast and steadfast friend in the peculiar alien, even if he talked funny and wore shoes that didn’t require being nailed into the bottoms of his feet. And one particular day, something happened that gave their friendship and entirely unexpected, yet highly pleasant new dimension.

It all started one morning after a grueling shift at work, when the orange pegasus came across the human sprawled out asleep, still fully clothed.

He was awakened with a snort, a glance showed him that the sun is nearly down, he shook his head hard, what woke him up so early after falling asleep? The answer appeared with a repeat to the knock to the door.

“Mrph. Wha?”

The only response was more taps at the door.

He rolled his eyes as he levered himself off the sofa. Briefly regretting how comfortable he was, he kicked his shoes away from the door as he leaned to pull it open. “Twilight, I’m tired tonight, can we do this another day… Wait, you aren’t Twilight.”

The filly standing before him smiled, her tail waving from side to side happily. “Hiya, Jake. Sweetie Belle had to go off with Rarity, Apple Bloom has Spike over at her house because Princess Twilight is off on one of her friendship missions. And I’m bored.”

Jake looked back into his home. She had visited him when Rainbow had been over, partially to be in the aura of her hero, but also she seemed to actually like him. This was not the first time she’d visited when her other friends were busy.

“You could go home?”

“And deal with my aunts? No! Besides, I don’t think they’ll approve of what I’m planning.”

“What are you planning, Scootaloo?”

In response, she nosed into her saddle bags and pulled out a bottle in her teeth. After presenting it for a few moments, she tucked it under a wing. “I swiped it from Rarity before her and Sweetie Belle took off.”

“You know you shouldn’t steal.”

She pushed past him into the house. “I’ll give Sweetie the bits when I get home. I have a cutie mark, so I’m a mare, but I still am too young to buy booze.”

As the filly put the bottle on the coffee table, he reached over and picked it up. The bottle was half full of an amber liquid. He opened it and sniffed. “Whew, that’s strong.” He looked at the label, it takes a bit for him to puzzle out the crazy pony script.

She smirked over her shoulder. “Take a hit.” She jumped onto the sofa, stumbling a bit.

He takes another whiff, he swears the smell has his nose hairs curling. He looked at the label, a frown forming on his face as he tried to decipher the crazy pony wingdings script on bottle, which reminded him of Arabic, just more rounded. Is this brandy?”

“It’s Armanegnac, Rarity loves the stuff; she’s got like five bottles.”

He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of glasses. He set them on the table. “If we are going to drink purloined booze, we are going to do it like Rarity, in style. And I’m not trading spit with you.”

Scootaloo chuckled as he pours three fingers for her, and copied the motion for his own cup. She tossed back her drink, “You are a cool guy, Jake. For a human.”

He shook his head, the freedom normally allowed to kids here in Ponyville was actually quite shocking to him. It was something about them discovering themselves, learning what makes them special. So they can get their cutie marks. Something every one of these ponies have, with the exception of the children. Though a few months before, Scootaloo and her friends had all gotten theirs at the same time. Jake was certain that she had had her first taste of alcohol right after that.

She burped softly and nosed into her saddle bag. She pulled out a second bottle and sat it down on the table. The big red x over the blue pony on the label gets his attention. “What’s that?”

She glanced at the label, trying to focus her eyes. “I dunno.” She slured softly. “It must be special, it’s marked for mares only.” She traced a hoof over the label. “And Rarity must think it’s special, she kept it above the rest of the booze, so it’s really top shelf stuff,” she giggled

Jake shrugged as he watched her pull the cork from the bottle and pour a generous shot over the remaining brandy in her glass. She grabs it and tosses all of it back. She purses her lips, “That was sour.” She stuck her tongue out for a moment. Then she smiles. “I’ll try a second hit without the brandy.”

He poured a second shot for himself as she pours some more. She picked up the cup, swirling the liquid around a few times, she sucks it down. She drops the cup and gags a bit. “Okay, I think I liked it better with the brandy.”

He chuckled as he grabbed her cup and refilled it. “I think we should stick to this.”

She nods and took a swig, this time smacking her lips appreciatively. “That’s so much better.”

Over the next hour or so, the pony and the human finished killing the rest of the bottle. Finally he picked up the now empty bottle and tottered over to the trash can. He deposited the bottle into the can, mentally making sure to pony up some bits for Rarity. He’d rather take the rap for the swiped liquor than the young filly. He turned back and had to stop for a moment. She’d curled up into a tiny ball, her eyes closed, tail over her muzzle. Her barrel is rising and falling in the deep cadence of sleep. After watching utter cuteness for a few moments, he stumbled into his bedroom and grabbed a comforter. He made it back to the living room and wrapped it around the sleeping pegasus. He took a moment to watch her as he snuggled into the blanket before turning back towards his bedroom. He closed the door and stripped off his shirt. His jeans joined the shirt on the floor as he collapsed onto the bed. His last thought before sleep claimed him is that the room was spinning rather fast for his taste.

***

Jake moaned softly as she touched his cheek. He’d missed his girlfriend, feeling her body press into his, he wraps his arms around her, his nostrils flared to inhale her scent. “Oh, Mia.” He moaned softly has he rubs his hands along her sides, tracing the bumps of her ribs along her ribcage, he takes a finger and traces the outline of her breast. It’s been a long time since they made love.

Jake froze. Mia isn’t in Equestria -- who was kissing him? He opened his eyes slowly, wincing at the too bright sunrise lighting up his room. An orange face was there. Her eyes were closed as her tongue tried to tease his mouth open.

“Scootaloo, what the hell.” He shouts after pushing her away from him.

She flinches as her eyes open. Her cheeks color as she looks around wildly and focuses on him. “I was having such a great dream, then you were there.” She glanced around. “How did I end up in here?”

Jake paused, looking at the half open door. “I guess you came in here in your sleep. Go back to the couch.”

“Nuh uh.” She moaned, slipping from his grip to curl up against his chest. “Nice and warm… Oh my gooosh this niiiiiice…!” She’s claimed him like a cat! He sighed as he laid his head back down on the pillow. He guessed this wasn’t bad. He wrapped an arm protectively around her as he allowed the oblivion of sleep to claim him once again.

Jake's eyes opened with a gasp; he was not being kissed, but he’s certainly feeling some pleasure. He looked down, his sheets are bunched down at the bottom of the bed, and he’s lying on his back. But the source of pleasure is the small pegasus rubbing the frog of her hoof along his boxers. “Scootaloo!” he shouted, which got a flinch from her.

“Good morning, Jake,” she said, then resumes playing with him through the thin cotton.

He picked her up with a squeak and marched out to the living room. As he turns back towards his room, he shouts out, “Not for playing with!” He only paused long enough to grab some cargo shorts from his dresser and he pulled them on quickly. Though it takes a moment to adjust his boner, since the filly had gotten it ready to go. The distinct lack of sex here has made such boners rather hard to get rid of without rubbing one out quickly. He didn’t dare with company over.

“Jake!” He ran back to the living room, skidding to a stop, her sitting on the couch, a bottle held in her hooves and tears slowly leaking from her eyes.

“That’s the bottle from last night, you said for mares only…”

“Yeah. I must have swiped a few too many sips before I grabbed the bottles. My aunts don’t expect me home until tomorrow night, so I thought I might enjoy some more. But then I got a good look at the label.” She presented the bottle to the human.

“Scoots, I can sign my name and recognize Twilight’s signature; I’m a functional illiterate in your language.”

She nodded slowly before turning the label so she can read it. “Duchess Duvet's instant estrous.” She sniffles a bit, “For a romantic and fun filled weekend with your special somepony.”

“Instant heat?”

“They talked about it in school, they didn’t quite convey just how overpowering it is.”

He noded slowly, he had taken some of the single makes advice during the spring and made himself scarce when the majority of mares were in heat. Unattached stallions tended to end up in herds, and dads, fairly quickly if they were caught by unattached mares during heat. “Does that stuff actually make you fertile?”

“All of the best parts of your estrous, without the swelling for the next eleven months.”

Jake shook his head. “Maybe you should head home, your aunts might have something to help you with this.”

“I’ve never been in heat before!” she wails. Then she collapsed onto the couch, sobbing.

Jake stood there for several minutes, watching her cry, finally he reached down and picked her up, cradling her to his chest as he sits down himself. She shuddered as the tears wrack her form. As she cries, she reaches up and wraps her forehooves around his shoulders. Finally the sobs subsided. She laid against his chest for a long time. He shifted a bit for comfort, but kept her close.

She started running a hoof along his chest. “You have hair on your chest…”

“Mh hmm.”

She lifted her head, purple eyes looking at him. “You know you are beautiful?”

He found his face flushing. “Thank you, Scootaloo.”

She giggled, “No need to be formal with me. I’ve visited a few times. Heck, this isn’t the first time I’ve stayed the night at your place.”

“Yeah, but the last time was with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom here.”

She looked at her hoof, still stroking along his chest. “It was nice. Especially when I fell asleep on top of you. You are nice and warm.”

He looked down, her small wings were extended and quivering slightly. She moves to bring her face closer. “I really like you, Jake.”

He looked at the door, then back at the filly. “I like you too, Scootaloo.”

Purple eyes look into brown for several long moments. Finally, she reached her head forward, her lips puckered for a kiss. Jake pushed her away, holding her up bodily as she strains to reach him. She whined softly and her wings buzzed as she struggled in his grip.

“I think the potion is affecting you now, Scoots.”

She squirmed and tries to get closer to him. “Please?”

He shook his head. “Scootaloo, you are twelve. Way too young for me.”

“You aren’t that much older than me.”

“Six years is enough for it to be illegal.”

“Please, I won’t try to kiss you again. Please just hold me.” She unleashed the puppy dog eyes at him, complete with trembling lower lip. Jake rolled his eyes and sets her down on his chest, she may be a little pony, but she’s heavy. His arms screamed in relief as she landed on his chest. “What do you mean illegal?”

“Have you heard of age of consent?”

She cocks her head to the side. “Dude, you are in Equestria. Since you are talking law, I’ve never heard of age of consent. Once upon a time fillies got married once their marks appeared. To us it’s a sign of maturity and nopony would say anything if we did it. If I want to, and you want to. And I know you want to. We can.”

He found himself sighing, “Scootaloo, you still live with your aunts, you don’t have a job, you don’t support yourself, you are too young.”

“But I want to.”

That got a chuckle from him. “I think it’s the potion talking.” He frowns as he thinks. “How long is that potion supposed to last?”

“I dunno, I’ll check.” She squirmed a bit and when he lets her go, she leaps off his chest. He rubs where she launched herself from as she picks up the bottle. One problem though, her rear was facing him, her tail aving back and forth, giving him an eyeful. He leaned back as she mumbled, reading through the fine print on the bottle. “Let’s see here. One ounce for one day of delightfully hot fun, three for that fun to extend into the night.” She looks over her shoulder at him, “How much did I drink?”

Jake screws his eyes shut, trying to pierce through the haze of the alcohol from the previous night, “I think maybe six shots? You had three with the brandy, and then three on their own. But you coughed up a bit, so maybe five total?”

“Five? Oh no. Look at this.” Her wings buzz as she leaps over to him. She took the bottle close and uses a hoof to trace out the words. “Warning: Do not mix with alcohol, may enhance the effects or even extend the effect well beyond the intended time frame.” She looks up at him with wide eyes, “enhanced effects? Does that mean I’m going to be super… what is the word? When you really want sex?”

Jake sat there for a moment “I think the word you are looking for is horny.”

That got a giggle from her. “Horny. Like a unicorn, funny. Yeah, I can say, I’m super horny.” She reaches over, in the intervening time, his earlier wood had abated. Though a few strokes from her has little Jake waking up all over again. “Are you sure you don’t want to?”

“Scootaloo, you are too young. And stop that.”

“Does it feel good?” She purred softly, running her fetlock over a completely renewed stiffy in his shorts.

He closed his eyes at the burst of pleasure, but he opens them wide as he remembers who is doing the pleasuring. Then he gapes, she’s managed to turn around, her tail off to the side, giving him full view of everything. And to his shock, it winked at him, her clitoris extending out, causing him to throb and twitch a bit under her touches. “I can tell you like what you see.” She moves over and lowers herself onto his lap. This time he could feel her wink against him. That got a moan of pleasure from him. He screwed up his face, and she yelped as he picked her up. He deposited her on the floor as he quickly hurries into his room. “Scootaloo, we can’t.”

It was only a matter of seconds before the door knob started to rotate. In desperation, he plonked down in front of the door. He felt the door press against his back.

“Oh, come on!” Scootaloo growls, her voice muffled by the door between them.

“No, Scootaloo.”

“Jake, please? I know you will enjoy it.”

Jake looked down at his crotch. “Traitor,” he says softly, thumping his erection.

He felt the door move slightly, bumping up against his back. She was pushing pretty hard; she’s less than half his size, and she wa very nearly pushing him aside. He could hear her grunting in effort. Finally the pressure eased and he can hear an audible thump as she sits down.

“When is the last time you had sex?” the young mare calls out.

“What do you know about sex?”

She let out an exaggerated sigh. “I’ve seen it before. Snips had a spell to play back a recording on a crystal. Almost every filly and colt at school has seen it. It showed a pegasus and a unicorn having sex. They looked like they were having fun.”

He squeezed his eyes closed. “Yes, it is very fun, but you aren’t ready.”

“I know I haven’t had my first heat yet. But I’ve got my cutie mark. I want to, and I know you want to.”

“It’s the potion talking. It would be me taking advantage of you. It’s wrong.”

“What if I want to be taken advantage of?”

“Please, Scootaloo, leave me alone.”

“Fine. I’ll leave you alone for a while. Maybe I can masturbate, make some of this pressure go away.”

“Good idea,” he murmured softly, unzipping his shorts. His cock sprang out when he tugged on his boxers. He grasped it gently, suppressing the desire to moan. He didn’t want the filly on the other side of the door to know. been a long time for him, since before he came to Equestria. He remembered a time Rainbow Dash was zonked out on his couch, sprawled out on her back, her tail covering nothing. He stopped for a moment, he’s finding the ponies sexy now. He reached back in his memory, Mia, he misses her more than words can describe. She had a few extra pounds on her, but her breasts. Dear God, her breasts. He found himself stroking himself harder, his breathing accelerating. He remembered kissing along Mia’s belly, running his hands down and pulling off her panties. He always loved that feeling of her lifting her rear a bit to allow him to expose her sex. He always knew she was into it when that happened. In his two years with her, she’d had it shaved bald, she’s kept it trim, and when they first had sex, she had a full bush. He remembered her smell, unknowingly accelerated his strokes, unconsciously humping his hips against his hand.

Soft squishing sounds penetrated his reverie. Apparently the filly had found something to satisfy herself. Her moans of pleasure were exceedingly distracting. He tried to remember that first thrust into Mia. He played with her lips with his cock, feeling how wet she was, how ready she was. He squeezed down hard as he remembered pushing into her. He had looked up into her eyes as he fully entered her. The love, the lust there. Close. He opened his eyes, glancing down, his cock is engorged, ready to blow. How long since he’s rubbed one out? A week? Two? He’s been busy, not really able to devote much time for this. He closed his eyes as he heard Scootaloo moaning louder. He envisions what she’s probably doing right now. Playing with herself. Running a hoof along that beautiful little cunny. In his mind’s eye, he watched it wink. With a loud groan, he released, opening his eyes as he watched thick strings of cum fly. His eyes clouded with pleasure as he continued cumming. String after string of cum splatters onto the floor. Finally, he’s done.

“Wow…” He’s left a gob of cum against his bed, a good six feet away from the door. He looks down at his now softening penis. While the first couple of spurts had gotten some really good distance, the rest had landed on his shorts and underwear. He shook his head as he stripped them off. He leaned his head back against the door, utter silence greets his ears. Perhaps she’s masturbated herself into oblivion? He levers himself up, his feet rather unsteady. Then he stopped. While he mostly masturbated to his memories of Mia, he had cum to visions of Scootaloo.

“Wow.” Come’s Scootaloo’s voice. Getting Jake to jump and turn around. Her eyes focus on him, well, a very specific part of him. “So, that’s what it looks like. But it was bigger earlier.” He covers his manhood with his hand, using the other to grab his boxers. She walks slowly towards him, “You don’t need to hide it from me, Jake.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Why is it smaller now? You clopped, too. You know you didn’t need to.” She glanced around. “Wow, you got range, even more than the stallion in the crystal. I would love to have felt that.” She leaned her face forward, mere inches from the large gob of spunk clinging to his blanket on the bed.

“No, don’t.” He groaned as her tongue darted out and brushes it. She leaned forward and ran her lips along the blanket, drawing the entire gob into her mouth. She smacks her lips appreciatively, she makes a show of running it around in her mouth with a slight smile.

She exaggerated a swallow, smiling up at him. “I’d like to taste that again.” He knew he resembled a beet just then.

“I thought you masturbated. You feeling better?”

“It relieved the pressure a bit, but I’m still in heat.” She stopped and squeezed her rear legs together again. “I want that cock of yours.”

“Wow, such language.” He looked down, still naked, holding his boxers in one hand, the other over his parts.

She sat down with an audible squish. “Well, I’m going to get another peek as you get your clothes on. Might as well just show me.”

“Scootaloo.”

She stomped a forehoof onto the floor. “Colts my age are interested in their talents, in flying, in doing all kinds of other things. They aren’t all that interested in me. Though I know Rumble has his eyes on Sweetie Bell. But I don’t think I could distract him. I could see if I could have Applejack’s brother mount me, but he’s enormous. I want you, Jake. Please?” Her purple tail curls around her forelegs, her eyes are wide and she trembles her bottom lip just a bit. “It’s just today and tomorrow. I may not know much about it, but I’m a quick learner.”

Jake stopped there, looking at the pegasus. “That is weaponized cuteness, you know that, Scootaloo.” He stops and shakes his head. “I can’t believe I’m actually considering this. Scootaloo, you could get in trouble. I could get in a lot of trouble. What would the rest of Ponyville think if I did that with you.”

“They wouldn’t care, Jake.”

“You are twelve, Scootaloo. You are a kid.”

“So? You aren’t forcing yourself on me. I’m literally begging for you to mount me. I want you to rut me silly, I want to feel you release inside me. And I think… I think being jizzed in would maybe relieve this. Mature mares who have nopony to love during Heat have things called coolers that squirt inside them to imitate mating.” She glances at the bed. “Did you think about having sex with me when you jerked off?”

“No!” He shouted, blushing even deeper, the red creeping down his chest.

“Liar. You want me. I’m offering myself. There is no problem here.”

“What do mares do when they go through heat without a stallion around? I’ve noticed there are a lot more mares than stallions in Ponyville.”

“They herd together, a stallion or two for a half dozen mares. When all the mares are in season, the stallions keep very busy. Rarity has told Sweetie Bell, who told me, that there are potions for the stallions to make sure they can keep up with a lot of mares.”

“And mares without stallions?”

She frowns. “They have coolers.” At his blank look, she shrugs again. “It’s like a pony penis shape, mares use them on each other, it’s got a little mouth operated pump so the mare can feel like a stallion is unloading into her. It’s not all that fun, but it does help.”

“Where could I get you a cooler?”

That got a sly grin. “Ah, but then you’d have to use it on me.” She looks down pointedly. “You have all the right equipment right there, and it’s a hundred times better than any cooler.”

He shook his head. “I just masturbated, it takes a bit for me to be able to be ready again.”

She chuckled, “Well, I’ve watched a few videos on Snips little crystal. I think I can wake it up.”

He finally dropped his hands. “Are you sure? I know you are going to tell your friends.”

“Oh, you know I’m telling Apple Bloom and Sweetie Bell. But nopony will have a problem with you mounting me, not even Princess Twilight. Rainbow Dash has said she wonders what you are doing for sex. Since you haven’t mounted any of the mares here in Equestria. And she had made a pretty hard pass at you, and you ignored her. She thinks you are asexual.”

“She made a pass?”

“Remember when she stayed the night? She slept on her back, exposing herself for you. She was hoping you would wake her the best way. She thinks you are hot. And here I am breaking you in for her.”

“Back where I come from, started sex with someone unconscious is called rape. I haven’t even decided to mount anyone!” That was a pass from Rainbow Dash? Showing herself to him? Though she had been more touchy feely than usual that evening before she had crashed on the couch.

As he was thinking, Scootaloo had buzzed her wings and hopped up onto the bed. “Come here, please?”

He dropped his boxers on the floor. “I’m so going to a special level of hell for this.”