This Heat Has Been Bugging Me

Trixie wrung her towel out into the trash can for what felt like the hundredth time today. Even among other mares, Trixie's heats were particularly...great and powerful. Other mares might drip or leak a little during estrus, but Trixie splashed. Even with a towel over her seat, her dehumidifier, and an open window, her chair was still getting soaked. She looked down and saw that even now, her juices were getting the towel damp.

She could have locked the door and rubbed one out, but that wouldn't accomplish anything long-term. The only way to successfully quench a heat before the end of the season was to get creampied, and the stallions in town...Well, everypony said they forgave Trixie for the alicorn amulet incident, but they still kept their distance.

Maybe she could ask Sunburst? Starlight Glimmer insisted that asking him for a quick fuck would "make things weird", but a little awkwardness in their future interactions seemed like a small price to pay to quench the heat. At this point, anypony would do, even...

"Wow, you look terrible!"

Trixie looked up to see who dared to insult the great and powerful guidance counselor. Standing in the doorway was Pharynx, a wicked smirk on his face. "Pharynx, what are you doing in Ponyville?" she asked.

"Thorax came to visit, so I thought I should come along and say hi to my friends," he explained. Trixie barely knew Pharynx, but she was still pleased that he considered her and Starlight his friends.

"Well, that's nice, but the great and powerful Trixie is a bit...indisposed at the moment," Trixie said as she pretended to fill out some paperwork with her quill, shooing him away with one hoof. She didn't want him to see her like this. The towel, the chair, her sopping wet pussy...it was all pretty embarrassing.

Pharynx just walked in and entertained himself by examining the knickknacks on her shelves, twirling a magic wand, shaking snow globes. He acted like he owned the place. Trixie cleared her throat to get his attention, but he just kept hanging around. "Pharynx, if you wouldn't mind taking a rain-check, I'm trying to focus."

Pharynx sniffed the air and looked at her. "Well, that's stupid," he argued, "You'll never be able to focus with estrus that bad." Trixie blushed, covering her marehood with her fore-hooves. There was being a straight shooter, and then there was being rude.

"Since changelings evidently don't understand subtlety, yes, Pharynx. The great and powerful Trixie is in heat," she said, "and it is absolutely ruining her ability to concentrate."

Pharynx cocked an eyebrow. "So? Just have sex," he suggested. As if it were that easy.

"Trixie...doesn't have a special somepony at the moment," Trixie explained. She added, "Not that she couldn't get any stallion she wanted! After all, only the finest stallions deserve the honor of the great and powerful Trixie's companionship! And what hope could there be of such a stallion living in this simple town?"

Pharynx shrugged, "I guess I could fuck you."

Her quill froze. How brazen! How rude! How...actually, that wasn't a terrible idea. Pharynx was a brute, sure, but he was also tall, rugged, and the brother of a king. Trixie supposed that made him some kind of prince or something, which made him as worthy as anycreature to share a night of carnal passion with her.

Yes, he would do.

"Very well, Pharynx," she said, setting her quill down, "You may come with Trixie to the supply closet and fuck her brains out." She trotted out to the hallway before looking back at him, adding, "Oh, and also, we're still just friends."

The supply closet was a walk-in, big enough for two creatures to get up to all sorts of fun activities. Making sure nopony saw them, Trixie trotted in and cast a soundproofing spell, followed by Pharynx, who shut the door. Trixie asked Pharynx, "So, are you ready to give Trix--"

Pharynx shoved his muzzle into Trixie's honeypot so forcefully it jolted her forward, face pressing against the wall. "Hey!" she barked at him, but Pharynx kept pushing his mouth forward, slurping the juices from her. He shoved his face in so hard that her rear legs lifted off the ground, her hindquarters' weight supported entirely by his hungry muzzle. Pharynx didn't give tender licks and swirls but forcefully dragged his broad, flat tongue along her entrance. He breathed deeply through his nose, breathing in her scent, then snorting warm air over her nethers.

"Ph-Pharynx! You're being a little rough back there," she whined, her tail thrashing between his amaranth-colored horns, his foremost horn prodding against her dock.

Pharynx stopped licking long enough to answer, "I'm doing you a solid here, quenching your heat. But first, I'm going to do what I want." He shoved his face back in, working as deep as he could, his lower lip rubbing over her clit.

She was thankful for the soundproofing spell; Pharynx seemed to take pride in being as noisy as possible. The sound of his grunts and moans mixed with lewd slurps and smacks. He slapped his tongue against her clit in a quick rhythm, overwhelming her nerves. Her forehooves gave out, her hindquarters still up in the air where Pharynx could enjoy them.

"You look good down there, Trixie," he growled as he rose to mount her. "The other changelings don't like it when I'm rough like this, you know. They're not tough, like you." He sawed his member over her pussy, teasing her, building her anticipation. "So is 'the great and powerful Trixie' ready to get fucked?"

Trixie mumbled incomprehensibly into the floor, "Fgkhh tgsyy naah."

"What's that?" Pharynx asked, lifting her off the ground, leveling his cock with her entrance.

"Fuck Trixie now!" she yelled at him, her tail moving to present her marehood to him.

Pharynx threw his hips into her, bottoming out in one thrust. Trixie shrieked, her walls stretched to the limit by his length, despite the three inches that had yet to enter her. He was so much bigger than her; His body smothered her, forelegs on each side of her, trapping her under him.

He licked the back of her neck as he thrust into her. "Yeah, you like this?" He sank in with another thrust.

"This gets you wet, doesn't it? Getting fucked by a big strong changeling."

Thrust.

"I bet that after this, stallions just won't do it for you. Every time you want to get fucked you're going to have to come to the changeling hive."

Thrust.

"Maybe I'll share you with the others, or maybe I'll just keep you just for myself."

Thrust.

"I wonder which you'd like more? Getting stretched out by every cock in the hive, or being my private fuck-toy?"

Fuck, they both sound so good. Trixie answered by grinding her hips back into him. Her tunnel clamped down on his shaft, squeezing him for all he was worth. She had never been fucked like this before, rendered helpless, her body wrapped around a pillar of hard flesh.

But he didn't have to know that. She turned back to look at him, and taunted him, "I thought you were going to fuck Trixie. Maybe I should find a real stallion to do the job?"

Pharynx just laughed. "Trixie, you're a riot!" He hammered her, grabbing her mane in his teeth and yanking her head back. Trixie's walls would have been fucked raw if she hadn't been so lubed up by her own juices. For the first time in her life, she was thankful her heats were so splashy.

His member twitched inside of her. He's going to cum, she could tell with absolute certainty. Pharynx locked her in place with his hooves and, roaring, plunged deep into her. In an instant that seemed to last forever, she felt his cum rush through his cock, actually feel it surging through his shaft like a hose, making its way to where its tip kissed her womb. This was it, the moment she was waiting for. His cream would fill her up and get rid of this pesky heat.

But Pharynx had one last surprise left for Trixie. As he lunged into her, he tilted his head to the side, and, the instant his load shot out of him, he bit down.

Right onto her horn.

It was like a lightning bolt had directly hit her brain. Trixie hissed in a breath. It was a magical feeling. Literally, a magical feeling -- the magical field around her horn was partially in his mouth. Her whole head had a staticky feeling, like when she took off a sweater or rubbed her hooves on the carpet.

Her pussy was going crazy, every muscle twitching and spasming. She had known before that she was splashy, but now she was squirting like a broken faucet. Her orgasm sprayed over the floor like a sprinkler. Pharynx's cock was getting coated in a glossy sheen of his cum and hers. All the while, his load poured into her, her pussy milking him as he came. It just kept filling her, ropes of it streaking down her thighs as it overflowed. When his deluge of cum finally stopped he pulled out, a thick trail of cum splatting to the ground from her stretched entrance.

He slumped on top of her. His weight covered her, comforting her like a warm, heavy blanket. She tried to get a word in, but when she opened her mouth he kissed her. She moaned into him, "Mmmhh," tasting her own pussy on his lips.

When he pulled back he buried his muzzle in her hair, nuzzling her. "Thanks for letting me do this," he muttered, "The other changelings in the hive get freaked out when I get rough like this."

He was blushing. Pharynx, blushing! Like this, his resemblance to Thorax was a lot more obvious.

Trixie rolled over and stroked his neck with her forehoof. "I can sympathize. Trixie has also had to deal with ponies who claim her misdeeds are all in the past but still treat her like a rotten apple." Kissing him again, she added, "It's, um, part of the reason there was nopony to help me with my heat earlier."

She smiled up at him, "So, how about it? Same time next heat season?"

He kissed her again before pulling out, "It's a date." Trixie beamed. It felt great to have good friends, but especially friends with these kinds of benefits.

Then she looked down and saw his changeling cock.

"SWEET CELESTIA, WHAT THE HAY IS THAT?!"