The Royal Heat; an illness people of royal blood get, it doesn't kill but it's undoubtedly unbearable. Their body would feel feverishly hot while it craves for something to mate with, but if they do use a mate it wouldn't remove the illness.

That's how a mysterious witch doctor became known to the world, a woman born with abilities to use magic. It was frowned upon at first but quickly became accepted when she easily relieved many people of the heat, even lowering the chances of it happening. Without even sending out a help she would appear, as if she sensed it.

Centuries go by and it is told through rumors that she is no longer of this world, many were worried about this rumor while others only saw it as fake news. But it was soon confirmed after finally finding her hideout, ransacked and burnt from the top, but no corpse to be found. After months of searching they found no sign of her, it was from that day that the kingdoms told the world of her death.

Present Day - Canterlot Castle

Loud mumblings between the maids and guards spread throughout the castle about the princess's current condition, a lot of them were wondering the same thing. Was she struck with the royal heat?

The Queen sat next to her daughter who laid in bed moaning and groaning. “It's going to be alright, Sweetie. The doctors will hopefully find something.”

The girl responded with a growl “You've been saying that for a week and still no results!” She gasped and curled up in a ball. “And I don't want any mate! I know it won't work!” She finished off while panting.

Her mother opened her mouth to say something but decided to close it and get up from her seat. “I'll leave you be.” She walked out of the room and gently closed the door, sighing heavily. “Oh Celestia, what am I going to do? If only the witch doctor was here to help…” She walked off to hopefully find something to help her with.

Hours go by as the Queen went through book by book, only to find a frustrating no results. She went to grab another book but was interrupted by a maid, explaining to her that someone came to visit the princess. This gave the Majesty a pulse of hope.

At the castle entrance waited a cloaked figure wearing a very familiar mask and bag, the sight made the Queen smile in great relief and confusion. Wasn't the witch confirmed dead centuries ago? Is this the actual witch? She wanted answers, but her daughter's condition flooded those thoughts.

"You!" The Queen breathed out as she stopped in front of the person, quickly noticing slight difference upon being up close.

"Your Majesty." He spoke as a bowed. A male's voice!? "I have come to help the princess. I apologize for coming in quite late."

She frowned at him, the questions came flooding back in. "Who are you? I was sure the Witch was dead and a woman."

He stood up and slightly tilted his head. "I am not the Witch the world has acknowledged. I am her next in line, her successor." He went through the bag and got out a folded letter, giving it to her. "She has told me to give this to those who question."

Opening the note gave the elder royal a shock. Letters magically appeared on the paper, explaining how she has taught the boy how to quote on quote work the medicine like she does. The selling point was the Witch's signature that is only known to the royal family, three stars with a V S below.

"Thank you, but I will still have to ask you some questions." She gave the letter to him. "I'll ask on the way to my daughter's room." She started to lead him.

Giving an understanding nod he followed her. "I might not answer every question you have, but I'll provide what I can."

As they walked down the hallway the questions began.

"What happened to her, the Witch? Her house was burnt."

"That information is something I don't have, only she herself knows."

"How do I know you won't do any funny business with my daughter."

"It all depends on how bad her condition is, a girl her age? She might attack me, but I doubt that somehow."

"... Are you related to her?"

"No, in her words she found me abandoned near an acid swamp and took me in as her own."

"What's your name?"

"... That's classified information. But you shall call me, Vulkan."

Grabbing the doorknob she looked at him and turned in. "We're here, I sure hope you're here to help." Opening the door she walked him in and closed the door behind her. "Celestia, I have someone who might help with your problem."

Celestia sprung up and glared at them, her hair a mess and face looking like a tomato. "It better not be another ma-" She stopped mid-sentence when Vulkan grabbed her face, tilting it left and right. "What are you doing!?"

He let go of her face. "Even with gloves on, I can feel the heat. Your scent is also quite strong, you're almost at your breaking point." He spread her legs, making the princess gasp. "Please excuse the intrusion, but I have to work quickly." He plopped his bag down next to her and opened it.

The Queen ran to them and grabbed the boy's shoulder. "Do you really have to touch her like that?"

He turned to her while also holding off the raging princess in heat with his hand. "Yes." He looked back at Celestia. "Now privacy is what I need from you, I doubt your daughter would appreciate you seeing her privates."

Celestia grabbed his wrists and hissed at him. "I don't appreciate you seeing my vigina!" She slapped him across the face. "Now get out you pervert!"

"Celestia!" Her mother roared before grabbing her shoulder. "I know it looks weird, but he's here to help with your heat!"

The princess roared back at her "And why am I having to experience it in the first place!? Why is it only royal blood that has to go through this hell!?" She yelled through ragged breath.

"Queen Lauren, I suggest leaving this room." He slowly turned his face to Celestia. "I'm going to start treatment and I don't want any disturbance."

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it and nodded before walking out of the room. Leaving the two alone.

The two stared at each other for what felt like forever, until Vulkan swiftly pinned the princess down to her bed and tied her up with her bed sheets. "There, now it should be a breeze to do." He went through his bag, getting out a stone bowl with a few unrecognizable herbs and a bottle of a pink liquid. "You may feel a bit of discomfort soon." He said as he popped open the bottle and poured it in the bowl.

A wave of curse words towards the young doctor was all she could do as she struggled to break free. "Even put that weird stuff near me and I swear I'll end you!"

"Oh the pour soul that'll marry you one day." He chuckled while he mixed the herbs into the bowl. "There, it's ready." He removed his gloves and lifted up her dress, exposing her soaking wet womanhood.

Sitting between her legs and dipping his two index fingers into mixture. "Just relax your body, this will help ease it." Pressing the fingers into her pussy easily slipping in, making Celestia moan softly and jolt around.

Twisting, spreading and thrusting his fingers continuously. It was a great pleasure that was bringing her close to an orgasm. "Don't stop~!" She moaned loudly before feeling the dread of his fingers pulling out. "What are you doing!?" She blinked confusingly at him.

Cleaning his hand with a cloth and grabbed a paint brush. "Working, now stay still or else." He dipped the brush into the liquid and painted a star on her stomach with a couple of unrecognizable letters in it. "This will help get rid of it in about an hour, wash it off and I'll make you regret that." He untied her and proceeded to pack up.

Celestia growled and tackled him to the ground with a loud thud. "You can't just finger my private area and expect this!" She signaled to the mark on her stomach. "To satisfy me!?"

Sh could feel him staring at her through his mask. "Yes." He placed his hand on her stomach. "Now kindly get off."

She squinted at him for a few seconds before huffing. "That's it!" She grabbed the waist of his pants and tugged them down, staring wide eyed at his huge erect cock. A smirk crept on her face. "So you were getting turned on by fingering me." She placed her index finger on the tip of his penis.

He tilted his head, almost looking away. "That's not a very good idea, trust me." He said with a grunt.

Celestia giggled as she began stroking. "Why not? It'll be payback." She moved up and placed the tip onto the entrance of her pussy. "Oh how the tables are turning~." She slowly lowered herself down his throbbing manhood while letting out quiet moans. But before she could fully go down, the mark glowed and a pulse of unspeakable pleasure shot through her body, causing her to orgasm with a loud moan before passing out on top of him.

Letting out a long and relieved sigh, Vulkan moved the princess next to him. "Perfect timing." He got up and pulled his pants back up. "What a troublesome woman." He picked her up and tucked her into bed. He then continued packing up and placing the bag around his shoulders.

He went to open the door but quickly stopped. "Ah, I nearly forgot the sample for mother." He went back to the unconscious princess, while getting out a scalpel and a tiny jar. After successfully collecting and bandaging her arm, he decided to take his leave.

Walking out of the princess's bed chambers and walking down the hallway, he spotted the Queen pacing back and forth near the hallway entrance. He walked over to her and told her about the treatment going well and that he'll now be off. After thanking him profusely and offering him something as payment, he denied any payment and just walked off.

//Later that week//

Celestia laid in her bed, sulking. Her mother trying to console her. "It's alright sweetie, at least your heat is gone."

"But at what cost!?" Celestia said with a loud sob.

Lauren sat back and sighed heavily while her other smaller child tugged on her shirt. "What am I gonna do with you.

Author's Note

It's been eons since I wrote. I'm hella rusty.