Bring the Heat

Heat season. He should have guessed. Heat season was always a serious matter to stallions throughout the world. And it was the matter that he was called to discuss in his best friend's basement, or rather, heat season survival bunker.

The large room was a vault, it's solid steel door had eight locks, each requiring their own code from the outside if you didn't have the key, which he had stashed away inside his mattress. It was a huge cement room that had carpeted floors and walls, there was a game system in the corner with plenty of games to choose from, a small kitchenette and another door leading to the walk in freezer. He was ready to hunker down and wait out the storm of sex-crazed mares.

Bullseye, Filthy Rich and Blackthorn all stood around the table. Watching the recent footage of the more recent heat seasons. It wasn't very pleasant.

"The mares have been getting increasingly vicious in their hunting of stallions. And when the war started, the decrease in the number of stallions made the mares desperate. It's gotten to the point that we are at risk of serious bodily harm if we don't do something about it. And none of our petitions have reached the princesses. So, we're on our own."

"I have a friend who makes training weapons for the army. You know what I mean, the ones that cause either temporary paralysis or unconsciousness. Guns and knives alike. I've already placed the order and all of them are legally registered. We only need someone to teach us how to use them properly. That someone is you Bullseye, we need you to train us the way you were trained."

His gaze dropped from Filthy Rich and back to the screen showing a stallion getting his ribs and pelvis cracked from the vicious horde around him. He didn't want to, he really didn't want to, but he had to.

He didn't want to, not at first. All of his bad memories and experiences came flooding back to him. Yes, his training had lead to his survival, but it didn't change the fact that he wanted nothing more to do with any kind of weapons. And still it seemed that he would have to.

On one hand there was the idea of just hiding as they always did, but when he asked about this both of the stallions present shook their heads.

"That won't work, we had gotten desperate enough to hide in the forest a long time ago, it barely slowed them down and they sniffed us out easily. We can't run or hide, they would catch us for sure, and then we'd end up no better off."

"And what do you propose we do with the mares once we have them, keep them in pens? We don't exactly have a place to put them, and even then, what about legal repercussions? What would happen after heat season? Would we all be arrested for rape and confinement against ones will?"

"They aren't, and we can press the equal rights act, so either none of us are charged or us and every mare in Equestria is charged with us. No, legal repercussions aren't something to worry about. We have it all worked out, we just need a trainer and consultant. You know how war works, and with that, plus the new equipment that Mr. Rich has ordered we should be able to do this without too much difficulty. And as for where we keep them, well, we have that worked out too."

"Go on." Bullseye said, a little more interested than before. "I'm listening.

"You see, we aren't just buying knockout weapons, we're also buying materials and tools to craft our own little ideas. So the jist of it is that we will have posts in the ground, to which are nailed leather cuffs for a mare's wrists, this forces them to sit or kneel considering where the cuffs are set. Each post can hold four mares. Then we have the idea of making sure that each mare is given attention, so each stallion is given a minimum and maximum amount of mares that he can and must have. So that way, every mare is seen to, and us stallions don't have to risk life and limb quelling these mares' heat, and leaving blue balled regardless of the outcome."

"Alright, I'll do it."