A Noble’s Heat

The day started out like any other for Six, waking up on a nest of pillows, her armor still attached to her person. Throughout the night, several more pillows had committed suicide, their cloudlike contents spilling out and creating a small layer of fog throughout the Spartan’s room.

The sun was just beginning to creep over the horizon as Six moved to stand up from her makeshift bed. Though her current one was said to be built to handle her weight, doing so would require her to fully remove her armor. An eventuality Six did not like one bit, no matter how long she had now been in the land of Equestria. A Spartan’s armor was a second skin to them; removing it for something as trivial as sleep was unnecessary. She had spent so many nights in this armor that she doubted she would be able to sleep without its comforting embrace.

As Six rose to her hooves, she gave her shoulder a roll before moving on to do her morning stretches. Extending her wings out to their maximum, she heard and felt a number of satisfying *clicks* as her joints popped and knots dissipated. With movements not too dissimilar to that of a cat waking up from a long nap, Six felt the tightness across her back disappear. Within moments her stretches were complete, and any feelings of tiredness had vanished, though a new problem had arisen.

No matter what she did, her wings would not close as they remained flared, refusing to follow her commands.

“C’mon, damn wings,” she muttered to herself before bringing a hoof up to force them back against her barrel. In the end, all she managed to do was bend them slightly, the loathsome appendages remaining flared. With a huff, Six simply opted to ignore them for now. Since what amounted to this planet's summer appearing to have arrived early, the temperature within her room had reached uncomfortable levels.

Grabbing her helmet from her hip, she slipped it on before promptly manually adjusting her armor's temperature system to something far cooler. The effect was almost immediate, prompting the Spartan to hum in relaxation, though the regulators closer to her tail appeared to be working slower than usual. The Spartan shrugged that off, however, she needed to do her morning workout before grabbing breakfast.

Making her way out of her room, Six followed her usual morning route down to the courtyard. Any guards that crossed her path gave her a respectful salute, even if, according to the military code, she shouldn't be given one. But what can a Spartan do when they're known across the land as ‘The Angel?’ She had long grown to accept that moniker, even if it would still take some getting used to.

Having now arrived at the courtyard with some difficulties thanks to her still flared wings, Six got to work with her morning routine of laps, stretches, and various other small workouts of her own invention. The ones that involved her wings, however, needed to be skipped as they still refused to answer her commands. She was actually beginning to get worried. Losing control of one's appendages was definitely not a normal biological process.

After breakfast, she would go to the local infirmary and get it checked out, maybe also get that oppressive heat that seemed to envelop her entire being now. Was she experiencing a fever? If she was, it would be the first time such a thing had occurred, as her Spartan biology dealt with all manner of pathogens on its own.

Yes, she would most definitely go visit the infirmary later and see what was happening to her. Without her wings and with her soaring body temperature, she was in no state to enter active combat should the need arise. And being in such a state is absolutely unacceptable for a Spartan of her caliber.

With her mind made up, Six made her way out of the courtyard and towards the mess hall. ‘First breakfast, then medical checkup,’ Six thought as she adjusted her armor’s cooling for the fourth time now in less than an hour, the dull heat at her backside and the insubordination of her wings still as annoying as before.

Arriving at the castle infirmary, her hopes that her problem would fix itself had been dashed, with it only getting worse as time went on. Her wings ached from the constant flaring and her armor’s attempts at cooling her down had failed completely, with sweat beginning to form across her body, even within her undersuit. For the first time in her long life as a Spartan, her armor was becoming uncomfortable.

During breakfast, it seemed that her condition did not go unnoticed, several guards giving the silently seething Spartan a wide berth. But for reasons Six could not fathom, their faces took on red hues before they hurriedly excused themselves from her presence. Not even her own Spartans were exempt from this behavior as they sat in silence away from the Spartan.

Probably sensing her illness, they didn’t want to become its next victims, Six reasoned as she entered the infirmary fully. It was why she was currently wearing her helmet as it seemed to prevent such a reaction. The Spartan’s mere presence in the infirmary set off some alarm bells in the present medical staff for reasons both professional and reputational. Her biology had become the stuff of legend among the doctors, all of them both eager and worried to see what ailed the super-soldier.

Without even having to say a word, Six was led to her own out-of-the-way examination room that had been specially outfitted to deal with the Spartan’s peculiar physiology. It was a massive step up from their last examination theater which was nothing more than a tent in the broken remains of a changeling hive.

“Please remove your armor and take a seat, ma’am. Your doctors will be here shortly,” the nurse said before closing the door behind the Spartan, leaving her alone to do as asked.

Looking around the room, Six found the specially reinforced table to her left with custom-built holders for the various pieces of her armor. Six allowed a small smile to grace her features at the sight. Sometimes being a hero has its perks. It also helped that the Mjolnir suit was probably worth more than a not insignificant percentage of the country’s GDP without even mentioning the advanced tech it contained. Walking over, Six removed her helmet with a hiss of releasing pressure, revealing her slightly damp features. Right now, Six would wish for nothing more than an ice bath to try and soothe this fever that was plaguing her.

Working slowly and around her aching wings, Six began to remove the various armor plates attached to her undersuit. Her wings took some extra effort to remove their protective coatings as they continued to refuse her orders to relax.

Five minutes later and all that remained was her undersuit, its sleek, form-fitting design leaving nothing to the imagination regarding her Spartan physique. Remembering the last time she needed a check-up like this, Six promptly moved to remove her undersuit as well, leaving it folded on the groaning table. Its insides were almost soaked with sweat, especially around her tail. It would most definitely need a thorough cleaning. While the furniture could hold her armor's weight, it did not do so without protest as the Spartan moved to sit atop the examination chair specially modified for Six’s enhanced stature.

Once again, Six could not deny that her position had its perks. From a team of doctors to a room specifically made to treat her, while it wasn’t the lap of luxury—with Six being as minimalistic as they come—it was certainly nice.

Now if only she could enjoy this comfort without the soaring temperatures, aching wings, and sweat running down her inner thigh. And if that wasn’t bad enough, since breakfast, her tail had also gained a mind of its own, the damnable appendage swatting side to side as if attempting to act as a makeshift fan despite the titanium barrier between it and her backside. Now it refused to move at all, deciding to merely remain high and to the side as if she were about to use the bathroom.

Luckily from where she was sitting, it merely laid across the back of the examination chair before falling to the ground below, ever so slightly damp.

The Spartan shifted in her seat, somehow unable to remain still, the heat below her tail seemingly intensified since she had exposed it to open air. The whole room now seemed to slightly increase in temperature as Six began to take deep and heavy breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. From what she was calming herself from, she had no idea, but it at least felt like what she was doing was working, and that’s what mattered to her right now.

The chair beneath her became evermore damp as time wore on. Curious as to why, Six shifted from where she sat and raised her hips to see what the cause was because there was no way all that liquid was just sweat. Looking down between her legs, Six found her answer.

In contrast to her dark blue fur, her sex was a bright, almost swollen red and pink, the clear fluid that had formed a small puddle beneath her, coating her inner thighs and leaking from her folds. Her small, usually-forgotten breasts glistened slightly in the light as the liquid coating them matted her fur. Six’s face took on a worried and confused look, for she did not know why her body was producing this liquid. It was most certainly not urine. The smell and coloring gave that away, but then what was it?

As she watched more and more of the clear fluid leak out, the strangest thing happened. For a brief moment, her sex appeared to ‘wink’ at her. Its lips parted to reveal her pinkish insides and bright red nub for but a moment as another small torrent of fluids cascaded out and onto the floor below. A surge of heat throughout her body immediately followed, making the Spartan shiver and twitch.

‘What the…’ Six didn’t have time to finish the thought before the door clicked open and her doctor walked in.

“Good morning, Six! The others couldn’t make it today. So I’m subbing in for now. My name is Dr. Hearts,” the cheery unicorn mare began as she entered the room proper before almost immediately coming to a complete stop. She sniffed the air once, twice, then thrice before a large blush broke out across her face and she quickly moved to close the door behind her.

Shaking her head, the mare moved to place the clipboard she held in her magical aura on a counter to her side before grabbing a pencil from her white doctor's coat.

“So, what seems to be the problem?” the mare began, her tone now taking on some sort of… mutual understanding, as if the mare knew what she was going through and felt sorry.

“I was hoping you could tell me. My wings won’t close, everything feels unbearably hot, and this liquid,” she gestured to the puddles on the floor and chair,“ is leaking out from me,” Six finished with a spread of her legs, pointing towards the absolute state her lower half was in.

The sound of scratching paper echoed through the room as the doctor wrote something down onto her clipboard as she approached the Spartan, eying her wings and sex thoughtfully.

“Can you please stand up and spin around for me.”

The Spartan did as asked, standing up and giving the doctor a full look at her. Dr. Hearts hummed in response.

“Can you please lie belly down on the chair? I want to get a look at your wings.”

Six followed her directions as the doctor finished wiping away the…fluids that had puddled on the chair. Once Six was where the doctor wanted, she lowered the chair and began to feel across the Spartan’s large flared wings.

The doctor had barely touched her first primary when a shot of pleasure raced down the Spartan’s spine, forcing her to moan out involuntarily. The sound and feeling of her marehood winking and splatting out another torrent of liquid made the Spartan pause.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know Wha-“

“It’s okay,” the doctor replied with a smile,“ I’m sure with a heat this bad anything will set you off.”

“Hea-“

Another touch followed by an involuntary moan and splash of liquid interrupted Six’s question as the Doctor moved behind Six.

“Wow, you really have it bad, don’t you?” Dr. Hearts commented before moving into Six’s field of vision. “One last thing, sweetie, I need you to stand up for me.”

Six did so with heavy breaths and slightly wobbly legs.

“Now, I need you to turn around and spread your hind legs for me.”

The Spartan did as asked, the sound of water dripping against the floor the only noise in the room, aside from Six’s heavy breathing.

“Now, I want you to bring your chest to the floor and take a deep breath. This may feel uncomfortable for a moment.”

The sound of magic being cast filled the air as Six lowered her chest to the ground and saw in the peripherals of her vision that the doctor had grabbed a metal speculum.

The sudden feeling of cold metal pressing into her swollen and dripping folds nearly made the Spartan jump, the only reason she didn’t was because of the sudden bolt of pleasure that forced yet another moan from her. Unconsciously her body began to push back against the doctor’s instrument. The sudden feeling of her backside being engulfed by a magical aura keeping it in place, allowing the doctor to work unimpeded.

“Hmmm, your hymen is still intact. Is this your first estrus by any chance?”

“W-what?” was Six’s only response, barely able to concentrate on anything.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Surprising considering your age,” Dr. Hearts commented as she removed the speculum from Six, followed by another wink, moan, and splash of fluid to the floor. The fire within Six had seemingly only grown exponentially since the doctor had started her examination. “Well, from what I can see, the only thing you're suffering from is a filly’s first heat, most likely exponentially stronger due to your peculiar biology. Age may also be playing a factor,” the doctor idly explained as she picked up a beaker and unceremoniously held it between Six’s drenched thighs, collecting a sample of the dripping vaginal fluid.

Six didn’t care. In fact, she hardly noticed what was going on, her mind in a haze from the recent rushes of sudden pleasure.

“I wonder if your heat is any different than an average mare’s heat. Are you even able to get pregnant from a normal stallion, or would your body only accept another true ‘Spartan’s’ semen.” An almost giddy giggle emanated from the doctor, barely able to contain herself. She quickly regained her composure however when she saw the state Six was in.

“Oh, you poor thing,” the doctor began before searching through the many cupboards. Moments later, she found what she was looking for and withdrew a syringe of bright orange liquid. With a prick into Six’s flank, she injected the medicine into the Spartan. A short time later, Six’s mind resurfaced from the haze, the large pegasus shaking her head back into reality.

“What…what was that?”

“A mild heat suppressant to hold you over for a while. To put it simply, you need it bad, soldier,” the doctor commented as she scribbled something down onto her clipboard before ripping off a piece of paper and floating it over towards Six.

She grabbed it out of the air before looking it over. “Two weeks of ‘heat leave’?”

“Yep, you can’t fight your own body, and even with you being you, there’s no way you're getting anything done.”

“What should I do then?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll call for some ‘supplies’ to be sent to your quarters to help you through this time. And I might suggest you go up there now. The suppressant I gave you won’t last long with your biology.”

“What should I do with these supplies? Is it some sort of medicine?”

“Kind of? Once you see what it is, you’ll know what to do.” She looked up at the clock, her eyes widening. “Oh shoot, I’m late for a meeting! I’ll notify your superiors as soon as I can, but I really have to go now.”

“I…uh, thank you.”

“Just doing my job! Now go, shoo, go to your quarters and get some rest. If you can, that is…” she added that last part underneath her breath before quickly exiting the room, leaving the Spartan alone and confused.

Well, if there was one upside to this visit, her wings weren’t flared anymore.

When Six arrived back to her room, she could already begin to feel the effects of the heat suppressant beginning to wear off. Her temperature was beginning to rise again, her breathing was getting a little heavier, and her tail was already swatting side to side angrily.

This ‘estrus,’ as it was called, was wreaking havoc on her body, and quite frankly, she didn’t want news of this getting out. Spartans should be above such illnesses or quirks of biology or whatever the hell this was. From context, she could tell it was apparently something every female pony went through and that it was not a pleasant time. But Six could deal with it. She had dealt with far worse than some simple heat.

Entering her room fully, Six locked the door behind her before practically throwing her armor off. She needed a cold shower and she most definitely needed to clean her undersuit. Looking to the center of her room, Six found what must have been the ‘supplies’ the doctor had prescribed her. A silver box lay in the middle of the room, its body containing no discernable features along its surface.

Naturally curious, Six finished removing the last of her armor and undersuit, thin strands of liquid connecting her backside to her undersuit. The wetness that had drenched her thighs and teats slowly began to return with every passing minute.She most definitely needed a shower now, as even a Spartan like her had hygienic standards.

Entering her bathroom, undersuit held in her hooves, Six turned the shower’s temperature all the way down before stepping in. The cold water running down her coat gave her a minor respite from the ever-increasing heat. Letting the water enter her suit, she gave it a good scrubbing, removing all of her… fluids from its material. The smell, however, remained.

Though she herself couldn’t discern it, it was most definitely powerful, and it was most definitely her smell, as weird as that sounded to the Spartan. As the heat began to grow stronger and stronger in her nether region, it began to radiate out in waves. The suppressant was running out, and it was going fast.

Her mind was beginning to crave something, something she had no clue how to obtain, let alone what it was. Leaving the shower, she quickly dried herself off with a shake, her wings returning to their fully flared status, once again refusing to listen to her commands.

She was breathing heavily once again, fluid dripping down her thigh like a faucet. She hoped to whatever higher power there was that the supplies the doc had sent her would remove this infernal heat.

Stepping out back into her room proper, water and vaginal fluids dripping to the floor, Six took a seat in front of the featureless silver box. Grabbing it between her hooves she opened it and unceremoniously dumped its contents on the floor.

A multitude of rubber…things of various sizes were sprawled out on the floor in front of her now. She didn’t know what they were, but her body most certainly reacted. With the air now thick with her smell, the temperature of the room continued to skyrocket and the puddle beneath her hooves growing with every second.

She reached to her side and took a sip from the water bottle she kept in her room. At this rate she was going to need as much fluid as possible with the amount she kept dripping to the floor.

After a refreshing gulp, Six placed it back down to her side before looking down at the objects lying on the floor in front of her. One massive question on her mind.

‘Now what?’

She looked down at her swollen marehood, mind wandering back to what happened in the examination room. Touching it felt good, very good. And it felt right, like this is what her body wanted. Raising her hoof, she experimentally and slowly brought it down and against her folds.

She gasped, the effect almost immediate, as a bolt of pleasure shot up her spine once again, a light moan leaving her lips. Emboldened by the experience, she pressed down with more force, the frog of her hoof parting her slit ever so slightly, revealing the pink flesh underneath.

Her back arched involuntarily, a lightning bolt running down her spine, forcing her hips to grind into her hoof, chasing even greater pleasure. A goal she was all too happy to follow as she redoubled her efforts. Soft moans of pure and desperate bliss began to fill the air, the Spartan making noises she didn’t know she could as she pressed her hoof hard against her winking slit. Juices practically flowed outwards from around her hoof, coating it as well as her thighs completely in her fluid.

But it was not enough.

As her heat returned with a vengeance, Six fell down to the side, chest against the soaking ground with her flank raised high, the same pose the doctor made Six take. Both of her front hooves were now grinding against her nethers, desperate for more. More!

“M-more…” Six moaned out, legs trembling and slit grinding as hard as she could against her hooves. Every wink nearly made her lose her balance as he clit ground against the frog of her hoof. But even then, it was still “N-not…e…e-enough.”

Her back legs gave out beneath her, and the Spartan fell to the floor in a heap. Her body cried, no, screamed for more. It was as if she was chasing something. But no matter how hard she tried, her hooves wouldn't get her where her body wanted.

Looking around the room, she found her target lying on the floor just in front of her. It was one of those rubber…things that the doctor had sent her. Breathing heavily like she had just run several miles through a horde of covenant elites, she brought it up in front of her eyes.

It looked to be half the size of her foreleg and just as thick. It had a flat head and a small ridge halfway down. It made Six unconsciously lick her lips as her marehood flexed and winked, begging and pleading to be played with more. It was as if a pervading emptiness had taken over her lower lips, telling the Spartan in no uncertain terms that her hooves wouldn’t cut it.

Sitting up, with some difficulty, Six placed the ‘dildo’—its full name written on its base but due to her lust-addled mind, she could only barely comprehend that moniker—upright on the ground in front of her. Its base stuck to the ground like a suction cup.

“N-now… w-what?” Six slurred slightly as she glanced between her dripping marehood and the dildo that stood proud just before her. Opting to just follow her as of now discovered instincts, she crawled over and above the toy. The Spartan now sat just above it, her knees against the ground and her nethers only a few centimeters above the toy.

She winked again, another dribble of fluids splashing against the ground and the object between it. She nearly lost her balance, her legs feeling like jelly as they relaxed momentarily causing her slit to touch the flat head of the toy.

Six moaned like she never had before as her body went on autopilot. Her hips began to grind against the flat head of the toy, her lips parting as she pressed more of her weight down. She winked again, grinding her clit into the toy, the ensuing lightning bolt of pleasure forcing the Spartan’s legs to give out.

In a splash of juices and a scream that shook the air, Six's flank touched the floor, the toy now buried to the base inside her within one fell swoop.

All went quiet afterward, only the sounds of Six’s heavy breathing and soft moans filling the air. Her conscious mind buried underneath a haze of lust and desire. Then slowly, ever so slowly, Six began to raise herself up, moaning loudly all the way. Her marehood demanded to be filled once again, a small dribble of blood mixed in with her juices as her hymen was broken with the sudden penetration.

There was no pain. She didn’t even notice that it happened, her mind so far lost in the sea of pleasure that not even a sudden covenant attack would break her out of it. With all the force she could muster, Six slammed her flank back down and onto the toy with a silent scream.

Up and down, again and again, the Spartan impaled herself on the toy, chasing the release that seemed to constantly remain just out of reach.

“Stupid!” *thump* “Why won’t you…” *thump* “help!?” Six moaned before stopping, flank against the ground, and panting heavily, the toy deep inside her as her legs gave out completely. She was going to go insane at this rate. Every second without release was torture. She felt so close, so tantalizingly close like any errant twitch would push her over, but those twitches came and went, her goal post teasing her endlessly. Moving with the ebbs and flows of her body.

She looked around her room, desperate and nigh frantic for something, anything. Then she saw it. So lost was she in her lust that time had become meaningless to her, with the Spartan not even noticing that the Sun had begun to slowly vanish beneath the horizon, bathing her room in an orange light. This also meant the patrols in the forest bordering her quarters—a place Six was intimately familiar with—had turned on their lights.

And like a moth to a flame, the walking ball of unrepressed lust that Six had become found her solution.

Thankfully, she still had the mental faculties to open the window before climbing down into the forest.

“So… read any good books lately?”

A groan was his response from the other member of his patrol.

“Private Javelin, if I hear one more word out of you, I’m going to put you on latrine duty for a month,” Corporal Spud ordered, already tired of having to babysit this new recruit on his first patrol since enlisting. A teen fresh out of school and looking to do his part for Princess and country.

“Alright, what do you want to talk about then? Not like we got much to do out here, the Angel certainly took care of that. Do…” Javelin bit his lip, unsure whether he should ask his question before making up his mind. “Have you met the Angel?”

“She saved my flank during the second attack.”

“No way, really?!”

“I was one of the few that managed to escape the opening explosions and, as such, was one of the first to be put on the front. That mare took a changeling's head off just before it would have killed me.”

“Wow. What's she like?”

“Don’t know, she likes to keep to herself. Always got that helmet of hers on as well.”

“Have you ever seen what she looks like under the armor?”

That got a chuckle out of the Corporal. “Son, I think the day somepony sees her out of that armor is the day I retire.”

A rustle to their side drew their attention, both heads swivelling to look in the castle’s direction.

“What was that?” asked Javelin, an undercurrent of worry coloring his voice.

“Probably the wind,” his superior offered and, as if on cue, a breeze began to blow against their faces, rustling the trees around them. “C’mon still got a few hours to go before our shift is up.” Javelin followed after a moment of pause, the guard swearing under his breath that he smelt something strange in the wind.

A short walk later and the pair found themselves in a small clearing of the underbrush, the moon now high in the sky, its pale light shining through the canopy above them. Another rustle to the side forced them to stop.

“Now that was too loud to just be the wind,” Javelin commented quietly as he gripped his spear tighter and took a small step back.

“Yeah, stand your ground and be ready to back me up,” the Corporal ordered, pointing his spear towards the sound's origin, the lantern he held raised high in order to give them as much light as possible.

“Who goes there? Identify yourself!” Spud yelled into the darkness before a figure emerged.

Their coat was a dark blue, blending into the darkness that surrounded them, a large pair of flared wings attached to their barrel and a pair of manic piercing blue eyes staring into his very soul illuminated by a single ray of moonlight.

“Identify yourself!” Spud intoned again, taking a step forward before immediately regretting his decision. The figure was big, easily able to tower over him, the distinct sound of heavy breathing beginning to fill his ears. He looked to where Javelin was standing, it wasn’t his breaths he was hearing.

The wind picked up again, blowing against the patrol’s faces, the pair downwind from the figure.

“I…” the figure spoke as Spud froze. It was distinctly female and breathy, the pegasus before them panting like a dog. He knew that voice, he had heard it before, though then it sounded more electronic.

“Six?” he asked in disbelief, eyes squinting to try and get a better look at the Spartan.

“That’s the Angel?!” his underling whisper shouted, his weapon lowering ever so slightly.

“Keep that Spear up! Something isn’t right here,” the Corporal ordered as he took a careful step back, eyes meeting the manic ones the Spartan threw at him.

“I… need…” The Spartan took a step forward, her gaze switching between the two stallions. The moonlight now shone upon her panting lips, a desperate lick went over them making the two guards swallow in nervousness. And then they smelt it on the wind. Or to be more accurate:

They smelt her.

Corporal Spud’s eyes began to widen, he knew that smell, every stallion knew that smell.

“Javelin cover your nose now!” he yelled out, dropping the lantern and bringing his foreleg over his muzzle.

“W-what?”

“Now private!” Javelin did as ordered, the pair now standing side by side their hooves over their muscles and backing up slowly.

“W-Whats wrong with her?” the private asked fearfully as he looked to his superior for answers.

“I…need…it!” She stepped forward into a column of moonlight, illuminating her form completely. Her mane was a mess, sweat covering her form as a squirt of fluid splattered to the ground behind her, coating her tail and wafting her scent throughout the clearing.

“Heat, colt. She’s in heat.”

Six moaned in response, legs buckling and bringing her to her knees as another torrent of fluid splashed behind her.

The two stallions could already feel their bodies reacting, blood flowing between their legs, threatening to unsheath their most prized possessions. The Spartan quickly regained control, her eyes locking onto the pair like a hawk.

“W-what do we do in this situation?”

“We need to get away from her. Dammit all, out of all the mares it had to be her!” The Corporal cursed, eyes darting around the clearing for any avenues of escape. “Are you a Virgin private?”

“N-no.”

“Okay, well at least we got that going for us. I’ve seen what Six can do, one of us isn’t making it out of here, she’ll run us down like a bull if we run.”

“Can’t we calm her down?” the private asked before eeping suddenly at the felling of a tree against his flank, they couldn’t back up anymore. Six was approaching slowly, an almost constant stream of clear liquid falling to the floor from her nethers.

“Are you ready to take responsibility for what that entails? Because the only way we’re calming that down,” he pointed with his spear towards the approaching heat-crazed Spartan, “is by putting a bun in her oven.”

Javelin wanted to respond, but before he could he found himself lying on his back in the brush. His front hooves were pinned by the Spartan’s, senses free to take in her pheromones. Her fluids already beginning to drip, covering his black testicles and sheath, blood rushing to the affected areas.

“Javelin!” his Corporeal shouted moving to try and remove the mare, only to get a swift kick to the chest. The Spartan snorted in defence as she turned to glare the stallion down. This, in turn also had the effect of bringing the stallion underneath her an unobstructed view of a dripping and winking slit. A single drop of her fluid landed in his mouth, its taste tangy. He didn’t stand a chance as blood rushed to his groin, unsheathing him in an instant.

This did not go unnoticed by the feral Spartan, whose eyes locked onto the organ with a hungry gaze. It was bigger than the toy. She licked her lips before leaning down, body pinning the guard underneath her fully, tail soaking with fluids rubbing over the stallion's face. Six sniffed the organ experimentally before nuzzling it with a moan, her slit sending another splash of nectar directly onto Javelin's face.

“L-leave me! G-get help. I’m already done for! I’ll try and keep her away for as long as possible!” Javelin yelled out, knowing his fate had been sealed the moment he tasted her. Chemical reactions took place at lightning speed throughout his body, activating the most primal of instincts the pony species possessed.

The instinct to breed.

His superior clenched his teeth, wanting to do something to save his underling, but deep down he knew it was for naught. “I'll go as fast as I can! Stay strong, I know you can do it!” he yelled out as he began to gallop as fast as he could back to the garrison leaving Javelin to his uncertain future. Hoping to any higher power that the brave young stallion had the strength to hold on before this night would haunt him for the rest of his life. He was a good kid, but he wasn’t ready for fatherhood.

Six purred like a cat, her senses flooding with the scent she didn’t know she needed. She rubbed her cheek against the black phallus drinking deep on its virile musk sending another splatter of fluids onto Javelin's face. The stallion moaned in response to the nuzzling his member was receiving, but he couldn’t give in. As good as he knew it would feel if he fell to his instincts, his life would be ruined.

Keeping the mare occupied is all that mattered, so he did the next best thing.

“Playpony… don’t fail me now,” the stallion muttered to himself as he tried to remove his hooves from under the Spartans spread hind legs. They refused to move, so, with a heavy heart, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and leant up to lick the Spartans soaking teats.

His dick twitched as the Spartan moaned, its rhythmic pulsing in tandem with the stallion's heartbeat drawing Six’s gaze. She couldn’t resist, in combination with his virile musk, she needed to taste it.

With her muzzle buried at the organ’s base she gave it a single long lick up to its flat top, a small drop of off white liquid gathering at its very tip. It looked so…enticing, she couldn’t resist anymore. Opening her mouth wide she took its entire flat head within her maw, the world around her falling away.

Back in the land of the living, however, Javelin was doing what he could to buy himself time, as good as the impromptu blowjob felt, he knew that if he blew his load it would only embolden the mare to drain him dry. At least he could be thankful that Six was not at all experienced in the oral department, what little reprieve that gave him. The constant splashes of heavenly nectar against his face however proved his most difficult challenge.

It was beyond divine, and only pushed his mind to want more, to stick his muzzle into her marehood and drink deeply from its source. He had to resist however, for the sake of his future, for the sake of his bachelor lifestyle and for the sake of not taking advantage of his idol.

But as Six continued to take his meat deeper and deeper down her throat, his resistance was quickly crumbling.

‘How bad could one little taste be?’

His eyes locked onto the little red nub winking at him from above as she started to move up and down his organ, savering its taste and bringing him ever closer to release. With another squirt onto his face his resistance crumbled completely as he dove into her marehood without abandon, lapping eagerly against her sex.

The shiver it gave Six vibrated throughout her body and drew a moan around his cock, making him groan in response, a wallop of pre cum landing squarely into Six’s throat and back of her tongue as she removed herself from him. She let out a loud moan in tandem with Javelin, filling the air of the forest with the sounds of lust.

Suddenly Six moved to stand up, releasing the private from his prison. She was so, so, so close to release and she couldn’t wait any longer. Now able to move, Javelin pushed his back against a nearby tree, using it to sit up as the moon reached its apex, bathing him in pale moonlight.

His member stood proud between his legs, pre leaking from a half-formed flare and covered in a mix of Spartan spit and nectar. It seemed he was closer to climax than previously thought as the familiar tightness behind his shaft told him.

Panting, he looked up, a sense of dread beginning to overtake him. From the way Six was looking at it, he knew that he was going to fail. She had had enough foreplay and was going straight in for the main course, if the look in her eye was anything to go off of. And the stallion knew that the moment he took her to the hilt he would explode, and so would Six. He tried to make a move to run, only for his limbs to refuse to answer, his muscles weak after being trapped under the heavy Spartan.

Six approached and raised herself high above his member, her forelegs gripping the tree behind him for support, marehood drooling and winking eagerly. A single shaft of moonlight would illuminate their imminent union and subsequent impregnation of the first Spartan-pony hybrid should Javelin cum.

She began to slowly lower herself down as Javelin closed his eyes in silent resignation, his member pulsing as the heat of her slit began to wash over his cock. Both ponies gasped as their organs touched, his broad flare pushing against her slit.

But as she pushed down, his member slipped between her teats instead. She growled at being denied her relief as she rose up and tried again, only for it to slip once more. Both ponies breathing were becoming frantic, Six from denial and Javelin from his imminent release.

“I…I can’t…hold it…I’m gonna… I’m gonna!”

Six’s eyes widened as instinct told her she was about to lose her key to relief if she didn't get him inside her now. Looking down she could see Javelin’s flare beginning to form. Frantic, Six tried one last time, spreading her legs as wide as she could and hovering her slit just above the flaring member.

She lowered herself down, feeling that wonderful sensation of it parting her slit, moments away from taking her virginity for good. But before his flare could enter her fully, a blue glow emanated from inside her tunnel preventing the organ from piercing her fully.

“N-No!” she yelled as she gyrated her hips in a last ditch effort as Javelin’s member began to throb ominously, her movements bringing him past the point of no return as his balls began to contract.

“I-I’m c-cumming,” the stallion groaned as rope after rope after rope of steaming white cum began to coat her inner thigh, outer lips and teats. Six grinded helplessly against the member, trying desperately to get the cooling seed inside her to no avail, her release denied to her once again.

Her form was suddenly raised above the ground in an aura of light-blue magic before it coalesced into a bubble that trapped her floating mid-air. She pawed desperately towards the rapidly shrinking member, her other hoof desperately rubbing against her cum-coated slit.

Her desperate and feral moans muted to the outside world as a group of ponies rushed into the clearing.

“Looks like we made it in time,” began Princess Cadence, relief in her voice as she looked between the bubbled Spartan and the relieved smiling guard.

“Private Javelin, you alright?!” Corporal Spud asked as he ran towards the brave soldier, his gaze switching between his shrinking member and the Spartans, now white, slit, “You didn’t…”

“He didn’t,” Cadence entoned with a smile, before frowning when she looked towards the captive Spartans' underside. “Though, from the looks of it, if we were a minute later, you would have.”

“I’m…glad to have not…failed in my duties,” Javelin joked with a small smile, “You guys don’t mind…if I take a nap real quick? She…she was a hoof full.” The Private yawned, barely able to keep his eyes open.

“We’ll bring you to the infirmary just in case. But otherwise you're okay?” Spud questioned, guilty that he couldn’t help when his underling was in need.

“…Fine. Yeah I’m… fine. I’m gonna pass out now.” The guard promptly fell asleep, a soft snoring now echoing throughout the clearing as well as the muffled pounding of the Spartans hooves against her magical containment.

Cadence sighed as she approached the bubble, her gaze one of worry and shame. She should have seen this coming, as the princess of love—both mental and physical—she should have realised sooner that a Spartan in heat was a combination for disaster. A ticking time bomb of unwanted parenthood.

Looking into the bubble, she didn’t see the mare she had come to know as friend, that persona having been buried under the unfamiliar and nigh uncontrollable influence of estrus. She kicked herself mentally for her inaction, it was as plain as day now to the alicorn that Six had never received any formal education about her pegasi body, and that included the birds and the bees. Tartarus, the Spartan couldn’t even fly yet!

Thankfully, no long term consequences were wrought from this night. As inappropriate as it was to project a barrier inside her friend's marehood, it saved both the poor guard and her friend from an unwanted pregnancy. But now there was the other problem, what to do with Six...

Lock her up until her heat ends? That could work but it would also be unimaginably cruel. The poor mare could barely go five seconds within the bubble without touching herself, so desperate for the sexual gratification her body demanded.

Cadence averted her gaze with a blush and turned the bubble opaque, granting the Spartan some modicum of privacy. If Six found out that half of the guard witnessed her at her most vulnerable, she didn’t doubt there would be Tartarus to pay.

She had never once seen a heat this bad before, Cadence needed more information before she could devise a way to help her friend. Turning to face the rest, she spoke, her tone brokering no argument.

“What has happened here is to remain secret to the highest order. I will make sure that Javelin is compensated well for what he had to endure but none of you may ever utter a word about this. Is that understood?!” Cadence ordered, her tone mimicking one Six would use were she in the same situation.

A chorus of ‘Yes, Princess!’ was her answer as they began to help their fallen comrade.

“Good. Six ended a war for us, this is the least we can do in return,” Cadence finished as she glanced back towards the opaque bubble floating behind her. The faint vibrations of tired hooves beating against it rippled throughout its surface.

The sound of soft breathing echoed throughout the repurposed quarantine room as Six lay sedated atop the reinforced bed at its centre. An all female team of medical personnel had been drafted to diagnose the Spartan, and the results were not promising. As in the neighbouring observation lab, an alicorn was on the warpath.

“What do you mean ‘this isn’t a normal heat?’ I could already tell you that without a medical licence!” Cadence spoke in frustration towards the unamused doctor.

“Quite… but if you would let me explain princess, I can tell you how ‘not normal’ my patient’s estrus is,” Dr. Anthema explained, adjusting her glasses with an extended wing, her tone nigh emotionless. Her answer appeared to appease the princess as she took a deep breath to calm her emotions. Why Six ever decided to make Dr. Anthema her primary physician Cadence would never know.

“Then please, explain to me what’s wrong with my friend.”

“After running several tests, magical scans, and the analysis of the fluid samples my colleague gathered, we have come to the conclusion that Six’s reproductive system has reactivated with a vengeance,” the doctor began to explain as she pointed with an extended wingtip toward a nearby graph on the wall of their observation lab.

“Thanks to a combination of either drugs or the genetic enhancements of my patient, her reproductive organs and drive were in a state of dormancy for, as far as we can tell, a majority of her life; far after sexual maturity.”

“Dormancy? You mean she has never had any…” Cadence bit her lip, “inappropriate thoughts?”

“I doubt it princess, I would not at all be surprised if this heat was her first ever encounter with her own sexuality. This leads onto the heat that she is now dealing with. For a reason we cannot explain, the measures that had previously held her system dormant have dissipated and or deactivated.” She pulled out another graph and gave it to the Princess.

“What you are seeing here is a graph of my patient’s hormone production.” She pulled out a second one and gestured to it. “This is the hormone production of an average mare during estrus.” Cadence's eyes widened as her gaze switched between the two. The difference was night and day. The graph representing Six almost ten times as high and only continuing to grow. Anthema continued despite her audience's shocked reaction.

“As you can see her’s is far, far above the average for even some of the most severe cases of estrus I have encountered. This also has an unintended side effect regarding the biological mechanisms that control the estrous cycle.”

“What kind of side effects?” Cadence asked cautiously, turning to look towards the sleeping Spartan.

“They won’t turn off naturally for this first cycle. Afterwards everything should work as normal, perhaps a little stronger than average due to increased hormone production, but they would last the standard amount of time and end normally.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me that Six heat won’t end?”

“Unless she gets inseminated, yes, which we have confirmed is possible despite her unique physiology. Though we cannot guarantee that the subsequent pregnancy would be easy if our current understanding of her genetics is anything to go off of...”

“W-what about heat suppressants?”

“Temporary, depending on the strength of the suppressant it will last between an hour and a day before her metabolism eats through it. That is also without mentioning her building up a tolerance to its effects, rendering them ultimately useless in the long term.”

“How long could you realistically give her suppressants before they become useless?” Cadence asked as the doctor looked up in thought before moving to quickly do some calculations on her clipboard.

“Three days, maybe. And that’s on the optimistic side. So if you're going to do what I think you're going to do then you better work fast, because once the suppressants run out, she will jump the first stallion she can find and I doubt there is any stopping her from getting what she wants by that point.”

“Y-yeah… we barely stopped her the first time.”

“Hm, do be sure to send the stallion down to my lab at some point… and if you happen to fail please be sure to restrain her before the stallion ejaculates, the mess is a pain to clean up when every touch only creates more,” the Doctor asked without a hint of shame towards a blushing Cadence.

“I understand.”

“Good, then would you like me to administer the first dose?”

“Yes.”

The doctor rummaged through a nearby cupboard and pulled out a small vial of bright orange liquid. “Then follow me, and remember what I told you. Three days, and she must come for another dose every 13 hours, earlier if her heat begins to return.” The Doctor stopped before reaching the door, turning to look Cadence in the eye. “I have a favour to ask.”

“Oh?”

“As her doctor I’m… privy to certain details of her past. Find her a stallion that will treat her right, Princess, one that won’t abandon her. She’s in an extremely vulnerable state right now and will need somepony to depend on afterwards, even if she doesn’t like to show it.” Cadence smiled warmly at the doctor's request.

“Don’t worry, Six will be well taken care of in my hooves.”

“I hope so… Anyway, come follow me, her sedatives will wear off soon.”