Blueberry POV

My hoof was running along my marehood like crazy. I kept my voice down as best as possible while hiding in a secluded place, away from the group. We left the bar area about a week ago. I can't be sure of the exact date, but I could tell that spring was approaching, and that meant... mating season... When I was under the Goddess's control, mating season was never a real problem. My mind was controlled which meant that the focus was never on sex.

Also, we shouldn't forget that alicorns used to sleep with each other, which also helped a lot during this time. Now I was on my own, with my own needs. And this heat hit my body faster than any known poison. I hated it! I had trouble focusing, moving, or doing anything else besides rubbing my hoof along my vagina.

I leaned my back against a tree as I did my "work". It was wet down there, and now it stuck to my hoof. This whole situation, of course, only got worse because I was walking alongside a stallion.

A stallion with a dick that could get into me, fill me up and shoot his… AAAAH!

And then it happened. Juice erupted from my marehood, splashing onto the ground. I panted, trying to catch my breath and find some relief. If I was lucky, this would cool me down for a few hours. But most likely, it would only provide temporary respite, lasting mere minutes...

As I regained my composure, a bit of clarity returned to my mind. I reflected on the time when this relentless heat began.

As I mentioned earlier, it had struck shortly after we departed from the bar area. Since then, I experienced these intense moments of need, which occurred frequently. However, we couldn't afford to halt our progress every time I yearned for my "mare time". I often suppressed it, though it proved to be a challenging task. Were my sisters aware of my condition?

Most likely. If not by sight, then by the scent I emitted. Yes, another aspect that I despised about this heat was its seemingly exclusive effect on me! Or at least, that's how it felt. Now, as I looked back, I contemplated whether Savage was also enduring the same heat.

Ever since we left the bar, Savage and Zitrus had distanced themselves from each other, intentionally avoiding contact. The same distant approach he maintained with me at present.

Of course, that was a moment of understanding. I know not what would have transpired had we spent an excessive amount of time together.

I had never pondered it before, but Zitrus might have had the most challenging time among us all. He was the lone stallion, spending his days and nights in close proximity to three desperate mares yearning for sex.

Well, Crystal was an exception. It is highly probable that she had engaged in liaisons with numerous stallions at the bar and now roamed freely. It made perfect sense since Zitrus spent most of his time with her. They often walked alongside each other, engaging in conversations, and for the time being, he shared his tent with her. Not because he favored her, but simply because she was the only mare with whom he could safely spend time.

No, I had not yet indulged in sexual activities with Zitrus. However, I do recall a particular night when something occurred. He turned in his sleep, and his erect stallionhood pressed against my side. I dared not look, yet the sensation alone caused my face to flush with a heat more intense than ever before. Now, as I recollect that moment... how it felt... how tantalizingly close it was to being consummated... I almost could not resist...

And there it was once again. Unbeknownst to me, my hoof descended upon my yearning opening, beckoning with desire.

It's not like I hadn't satisfied myself before the onset of the heat season. I, too, was just a mare. However, since this period began, it has become way, WAY more frequent!

Another thought crossed my mind: Zitrus might be engaging in the same activities. His needs were likely even more prevalent now than usual. (In the end, the scent seemed to permeate everywhere!) Whenever he mentioned taking a restroom break, it's highly likely he was jerking off.

Just the mere thought of his hoof gliding along his penis, while I did the same, heightened my arousal further, causing my hoof to move even faster. The prospect of my next orgasm enticed me once again. With closed eyes, my thoughts fixated on Zitrus. How we spent time together, his hooves caressing my sides, his body pressed against mine. I visualized his face, his muzzle tantalizingly close to mine. And then, there was his throbbing member pressing against me, his desire matching mine. How would it look up close... How would it feel... especially within?

I panted heavily as I surrendered to the climax, another wave of mare juice drenching the ground. A fraction of the heat dissipated from my body.

What evil force decided to inflict such torment upon a creature?!

Typically, heat signals to ponies that it's the ideal time for procreation. But alicorns cannot conceive offspring with ordinary ponies. So, what purpose does it serve?!

Sure, it would have meant that I could have simply slept with Zitrus, and all of this would have been resolved without the fear of pregnancy. But... it would have been wrong for me. Merely sleeping with a stallion for the sake of sexual satisfaction. Certainly, Zitrus and I were good friends, but nothing more... right?

Then why do I relish this time so much with him? Why do I rarely leave his side? Why does the mere thought of him render me so incredibly horny?

Was this merely the influence of the heat, or did I truly love Zitrus?

I gazed upon my marehood, as if it held the answer, but it responded only with a weak wink.

I contemplated other stallions, yet they failed to evoke the same sensations as when Zitrus occupied my thoughts. We have known each other for such a long time. We have endured numerous trials together, offering assistance when needed. The way he treated me, his presence made me happier and more alive. Our eyes locked when I looked at him, unable to turn away. His touch ignited a delightful tingle deep within me...

Yes, I do love him...

I am in love with Zitrus. Most likely, this affection has existed for quite some time. Now, I have come to the realization. He is my world, and I yearn to stand by his side and be with him. The only lingering question remains: Does he reciprocate this love for me...?

I do not know when my flame for Zitrus first ignited.

I initially encountered Zitrus during the transition from summer to autumn. Now, we find ourselves amidst the change from winter to spring. It has been half a year since our first meeting...

Since that time, our bond has only strengthened, as have my feelings for him. Should it come as a surprise that, in the end, I fell in love with him?

He rescued me from the depths of my most wretched time. He accepted me and provided guidance. He brought me back to life.

He and I made it a habit to spend nights together, gazing at the stars. These were the moments I cherished the most. My gaze upon the starry sky transformed after meeting Zitrus. It now offers a soothing sensation, heightened further with his presence. Just the two of us, reveling in the beauty of the night sky.

However, I am afraid to confess my feelings to him. With each passing day, I fall deeper and deeper, knowing that the greater the fall, the more painful it is when reality hits the ground. I fear that Zitrus may not catch me, that he may not see me the way I see him... I am not afraid of losing him as a friend, but rather of the knowledge and the pain it would inflict upon me. Every time I look at him, that knowledge would pierce me, reminding me that we are merely friends... forever?

Yes, I know that not asking him would change nothing either. Yet, it feels better for me to live in hope than to risk facing the truth.

It is not as though Zitrus has shown any signs of affection towards me. He is friendly, helpful, and kind, but he has never displayed genuine interest (unless we consider the influence of the heat season).

But then, what have I done to show my fondness for him? Nothing, really...

I should have taken some steps, expressed my liking. However, by doing so, I would also risk him discovering the truth, bringing us back to the point of reckoning.

Indeed, whenever I am around him, my demeanor changes. I often shed my neutral expression, becoming more relaxed. But then again, I am the same around my sisters.

...

I had to talk with my sisters about this.

Author's Note

Wow.
I started to write over half a year ago when this story was more of an outsider. Now it still is an outsider story but seeing all these viewers, reviews and comments, cheers me up. Never did I expect to come this far.

Of course, this was only possible thanks to my friends who help me with the story and to you reader. So, thank you all.

(Also yes, we have a clop chapter)