In Heat

Chapter 1

By: Wolf

    My name is Sam. I like to think of myself as a typical brony. I enjoy most pony artwork (yes, even rule 34 stuff) and I read fan fiction. If this offends you, too bad. I was getting home from work when an event that would change my life would happen. When I opened the door I noticed the living room was trashed. There was a scorch mark in the center of the room and everything was knocked of the various shelves around the room.

    “What the hell happened here?!” I exclaimed.

    After receiving no answer I checked to see if anything was stolen. Nothing was, if anything there was a few things left behind by the potential intruders. Like the orange... pillow? left on the couch. Scratch that, it was breathing.

‘It couldn’t possibly be...’ I thought.

    At that moment, she decided to groan.

‘Yep, it’s her alright.’

    I walked over and checked for any wounds. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be any. I nudged her to see if she would wake up. My efforts were gifted with another groan.

    “Get up.” I commanded.

    “Five more minutes...” She muttered.

    I shook harder and her eyes snapped open. When she saw me she panicked. She gave a mean right hook to my jaw that almost made me black out.

    “It’s not nice to punch your host.” I joked, trying not to show how much that hurt.

    “W-where am I?” She asked with a hint of fear in her voice.

    “My house.” I answered, then added, “But, you’re on Earth now.”

    “I’m not in Equestria anymore?!” She blurted.

    “Nope.” I answered. “What was the last thing you remember?” I asked.

    “Well... I remember pulling of a sonic boom...” She muttered.

    “So you finally caught up with Dash?” I asked, before realizing my mistake.

    “How do you know about Rainbow Dash...?” She asked.

‘Shit...’

    “Well... your world is a cartoon...” I answered.

    “WHAT?! LIAR!” She yelled. The show did not even come CLOSE to how loud her voice was.

    “Fine, let me prove it.” I said as I found the remote and turned Netflix on. I eventually found the program and played the first few episodes. Scootaloo looked shocked. “Please don’t kill me...” I muttered.

~-<>-~

    “Well, atleast you told me...” She said after a few minutes of bone-crushing silence.

‘Oh thank god...’

    “For a moment there I thought you were going to kill me.” I sighed in relief.

    “Who would I do that?” She asked.

    “I thought you would be offended or something...”

    “I would be offended if you didn’t tell me, and i found out on my own.” She replied.

    “Glad to hear it.”

    “Sooo, what do you do around here?” She asked.

    “Nothing much.” I replied.

    “I know something we can do...” She said in a fairly seductive voice.

‘Oh god no...’

    “Um... How old are you?” I asked.

    “Twenty.” She said nonchalantly.

‘At Least she isn’t still a filly.... Wait... Why did i think that? Hmmm... I wonder if she’s in heat or something...’

    “Um... Scootaloo?” I asked.

    “What?” She asked.

    “This may offend you... but, are you in heat or something?” I asked.

    “Maaaaayyyyyyyyyyybe...” She answered.

‘Fuck...’

    “Errr....” I stuttered as I slowly backed away.

    “What? You know you want to...” She said seductively.

She has a point, you know you want to...

‘I don’t know why I’m arguing with myself, but no I don’t want to.’

Common, ya know you wanna!

‘Fuck you, no I don’t!’

You’re going crazy, aren't you? You’re arguing with YOURSELF... You even pointed this out.

‘Fine... But I’m still going to try and change her mind.’

    “Um... Scootaloo, are you sure you want to do this...?” I asked, as I found myself pinned under her.

    “It’s either do it now, OR, I act like this for the entire month.” She offered.

‘Well, fuck...’

One way or the other, you’re going to do her at some point...

‘Well, if we are, I want it to be meaningful...’

Whatever, and you need to stop arguing with yourself....

    “Well, Scoots, is it ok if i call you that?” I asked. She nodded. “If we do it, I’d rather have it mean something... ok?”

    “Fine... but I still want to cuddle...” She sighed. She got off me and pouted.

    “Guilt tripping me won't work for this.” I chuckled.

    “Worth a shot.” She said. “What do you want to do then?”

    “You hungry?” I asked.

    “Yeah, I guess.” She replied.

    “What do you want?” I asked.

    “You.” She replied.

    “...Seriously...” I replied.

    “Some apples, if you have any.” She giggled.

    I walked over to the kitchen and looked through the drawers. I found a few apples and walked over to Scootaloo. She was laying on the couch in a very provocative manner. I mentally face palmed.

    “Nice try...” I said as i tossed her an apple. She caught it with her hooves.

    “Worth a shot.” She said as she took a large bite from the apple.

    “How did you catch the apple?” I asked.

    “I dunno, you should ask Twilight if we ever get back.”

    “We?” I asked.

    “Well, yeah, I’m assuming you’re coming with me... what’s your name?” She replied.

    “Sam, and good point.” I replied.

    She got up and walked over to the fridge. “So what else ya’ got?” She asked.

    “Not much, although I got a few drinks from a party awhile ago. Wait, what’s the legal age for drinking in Equestria?”

    “We can drink the first time we go into heat.” She replied.

    “And this would be your...?” I asked.

    “1st time.” She replied.

    “Well, this calls for a party.” I replied.

    “You sound like Pinkie.” She replied as she grabbed a few bottles from the fridge. She tossed me a bottle.

    “Bottoms up.” I said. We chugged our drinks. I felt a burning sensation in my throat.

‘What did she grab?’ I thought after I downed the bottle. The label read Vodka. ‘Fuck.’

My vision got very blurry very fast. “That *hic* was a very bad idea...” I stammered. “Well... *hic*” I stammered. I then dropped the bottle and nearly passed out. The bottle rolled behind her.

    “Let me get that...” She said. She turned around and bent over, moving her tail slightly, exposing herself.

Not bad...

‘Hey... No...’

Shut up, you’re drunk, I’m in control now. Besides, you’re the one staring.

    “You looking at my plot?” She asked.

    “Mayyyybe...” I giggled.

    “In that case...” She said in a predatory manner. She then lunged and landed on my chest and pinning me to the floor. She then pressed her lips against mine. It was a slow and passionate kiss. I couldn’t really move my arms, as I was plastered. She then traced my lips with her tongue, begging for an entrance to my mouth. I complied and opened my mouth.

‘Oh well...’

That’s the spirit!

    She was very sloppy, but it still felt great. Her tongue explored my mouth and i eventually gave in. My tongue felt around her mouth. Unsurprisingly, it tasted like apples and Vodka. A curious combination. She eventually broke the kiss.

    “You want more...?” She asked.

‘NO!’

Yes you do!

‘NO I DON’T!’

Common, you know that felt great, besides, I’m in control right now!

    “Mmmm, yes...” I muttered.

‘Fuck you...’

    “If you insist...” She replied. She pulled down my pants and boxers. “Aww, that’s a problem.” She replied. “I’ll have to fix that...” She continued. Then she started sucking me. At that moment I started to get aroused.

‘What the fuck is wrong with me...?’ I asked myself.

I don’t know. Dude, you’re getting sucked. Plus, you’re plastered, I think it’s normal... ish...

    “Ahhh, problem solved!” She exclaimed. She then drew my length into her. I ran into an obstruction but quickly passed through it. She barely flinched before she continued. She kept moaning and moaning in pleasure, all the while I was sorting through my own mixed feelings. One being pleasure. The other, disgust.

‘What’s wrong with me, I’m getting fucked by a pony!’

Well, you’re drunk, she’s pretty hot, she’s in heat, AND she’s taking advantage of you. So she’ll probably apologize in the morning. You might as well enjoy it.

    My train of thought was interrupted when Scootaloo was sent over the edge, which made me come with her. The walls of her marehood closed around my member and squeezed every last drop of seaman out.  She screamed my name and then passed out. I shortly passed out later.

~-<>-~

    I woke up with the worst hangover EVER. It felt like someone was continuously hitting me in the back of the head with a sledgehammer. I wondered why I was on the floor. Then the memories came flooding back.

‘Hmmm... I wonder how Scootaloo feels?’ I thought.

    “Hey, Scoots?” I asked. She gently rose herself and looked me in the eyes. Her eyes then Dilated.

‘Please don’t punch me again...’ I thought.

    She then remembered what happened last night. “Oh... right... sorry...” She apologized.

    “It’s fine...” I sighed. “How do you feel?”

    “Err... better?” She replied, although it sounded more like a question.

    “You feel bad... don’t you?” I asked. She sighed.

    “Yeah... I’m sorry for taking advantage of you.” She dejectedly.

    “It’s fine...” I replied.

    “Really?” She asked.

    “Yeah... now if you don’t mind, I’m getting to bed. I’m very tired.” I replied.

    “Do you mind... ifIsleepwithyou?” She asked.

    “...”

    “Sorr-”

    “Fine, you can...” I replied. “Common.”

    We walked down the hallway towards my room. She kept looking at the floor like she was ashamed of herself. In all retrospect, she caved into her urges.

    “You don’t have to feel so bad.” I spoke up as we entered my room.

    “Why...?” She asked.

    “Well, you just gave into an urge. If given the chance, I’d give into more shocking urges...” I replied.

    “Wow...” She replied. “I still want to snuggle though...”

    “Fine...”