Author's Note

Well, my name is BD, XD. The fact is that here I present my first story in Fimfiction. If you see spelling mistakes, it should be noted that my mother languaje is not English.

But at the end of the day the only thing you are interested in is how this story will progress, that's why you came here in fact, to read about your favorite couples or adventures.

Enjoy reading.

Hey Girl...

And it would be practically indescribable in simple words to describe the divine and wonderful sensation of feeling a single stream of warm water wandering aimlessly over your body and through the lusciousness of your soft and sweaty fur. The pleasurable sensation of receiving a delicious and refreshing shower on one of the hottest weekends heaven has to offer is, in a nutshell, like finally releasing all the accumulated stress and tension your muscles may suffer from an exhausting day at work.

Just close your eyes and let your mane slide down and caress your own neck, just let your soapy hooves slip and crawl accidentally between your hind legs as your groin begins to burn with deep sexual desire and heat, just please, please, just let yourself go and never again complain about what you want to do so badly but can't because of life's simple duties. God, just clean your body, gently press the keratin of your hooves against the pale, sensitive skin that hides behind all that protective fur and, for once, let the only thing your brain can concentrate on is the passion with which you wish to release your withheld heat. The heat by the second only gets stronger, and if you keep trying to ignore it, you will fall like a fruit into the paws of the stallion you desire so much, you will fall surrendered to him and end up letting him manipulate you and use you at his whim and pleasure, you will fall to serve him and his perverse game, something all stallions of his kind do. You will fall, into something far stronger and more shameful than you could ever imagine.

And as the mare's heartbeat seemed to accelerate dangerously with each passing second, her mind could only push aside the constant sound of the shower and let the animal instinct that clung to her like a powerful pincer overpower her without much trouble, forcing her body involuntarily to let her tongue lick the soft, wet corners of her mouth, thus appearing without explanation a slight taste of strawberries that was beginning to drive her crazy.

She could feel her pure intimacy become extremely sensitive to the simple touch of the warm water, swelling the areas that defined her as a mare with an uncontrollable desire and yearning to receive between her nether lips the delicious juiciness, softness and suppleness that only the virile member of a male in full action could offer her. Just thinking about the enjoyment he could give her, just thinking about the desire she wanted him to make her scream with excitement and lust as they tore the bed apart beneath them, just thinking about the things he would do to her in the night, the way his tongue would make her swoon as he performed the first and best cunnilingus of a lifetime, just all those hot thoughts were already bringing her to the peak of her climax, and not even her hooves had begun to give her the pleasure she wanted, the pleasure she desperately needed.

The flush on her white cheeks was present as she was surprised at how truly aroused she was, for the first time that day, even going so far as to feel the soft, luscious, ultra-sensitive nubs that the moist, lubricated lips of her vagina had been transformed into, so sensitive in fact, that it only took the mare sliding her hoof over her skin to make her moan with enormous pleasure. Clearly the need to have that stallion she needed so badly was driving her to extremes she never thought she would dare cross. Extremes that, if left unchecked, could put in extreme danger the image of honorable and imposing princess she was trying to convey to every pony in the reborn Equestria.

But she needed it so badly.

Her back slammed against the wall as her great wings lay symmetrically at her sides, the very excitement of sex in her system causing those same wings to be held out every moment by the blood pressure, all with no chance of them settling back into their original position. The blood coursed even faster through her body as the temperature began to rise and the almost boiling drops of water began to hit directly at the pink line that was kept hidden between the lips of her vagina, now fully exposed and passionately pink thanks to the opening her hooves could not help but create. As a result, this caused the mare to only moan as she added as a new level of pleasure the repetitive rubbing of the hot hooves from before on her area, this time with the only difference that already the need was so great that the sensitivity did not represent any discomfort for her, quite the contrary, she could not enjoy more than she already could, at least not alone.

Zipp just closed her eyes and fiercely tensed the muscles in her curves and hind legs as her thoughts quickly drifted to the one stallion who had made her so hot in the last few months they had been together.

That coat so golden that it could easily be mistaken without a problem for the finest of Zephyrs Heights gold bullion; those eyes, light blue like the sea on a beach where there is very little depth and the sand is as beautiful and crystal clear as you could imagine; those extremely toned muscles that were worked with years of effort and dedication that could carry her without too much effort all over Maretime Bay if he wanted to; that perfect smile that made every mare in Equestria shiver and swoon at the stallion's hooves; and that, that delight that hung all the time from his hind legs was, practically, an endless feast for girls desperate for the beautiful male's love. It wouldn't be easy to look away from someone as distinctive as Hitch Trailblazer, a stallion who, despite sometimes being overly protective and even a bit naive, his good heart and faithful commitment to the law made his flaws practically non-existent as the pony he was.

A true male, juicy, sexy and....

Zipp's breathing seemed to have completely faltered once the mare's horny mind finally savored the delight that was her clit to the touch and as the juices that lubricated her vagina to make it more accessible to the passage of the lucky sheriff's cock trickled out dripping down her wet thighs, warming her hind legs and leaving a slightly stickier mixture of liquid impregnated on her coat than she was used to. But, better had been the sensation once the scent entered her own nostrils, her uncontrollable muzzle sniffing with pleasure at the fresh aroma emitting from her rut. Generally, the scent of the mares was responsible for attracting even the toughest and most sexually closed stallions, but what few knew was that the scent of heat drove the mares themselves even crazier, their desire to mate with the male they craved so much increasing over time until it became the only thought they could generate. She was now more excited than before, she couldn't, she couldn't take it anymore.

Zipp's hooves pounded the wall in frustration as the mare dropped her head once again under the incessant watering of hot water coming from the shower, all because of that feeling of helplessness that had taken hold of her when her arousal had finally fallen to a standstill. No matter how much she stroked her hot, wet pussy and no matter how much she thought about the stud and his member thrusting deep into her intimacy over and over again, she felt useless, stupid for thinking of Hitch Trailblazer as her most desired stud. Zipp allowed herself to reason for a few moments and feel sorry for herself and for all the other mares in Maretime Bay who idolized the sheriff, mares who, surely shared that one thought with her of not being able to receive the sex they so desired.

Sometimes, yes, the need to make love can be pleasurable, and it will always feel that way for those who are willing to enjoy a good and delicious fuck, whether on the beach, in the bedroom, in the kitchen or even in the bathroom. But also, having sexual desire as your main and only thought can undermine your other senses, turn your mind into a zombie craving only pleasure, and cancel you out as the reasonable pony you are supposed to be. It can even put you in danger in everyday situations, simple activities that you do every day without much trouble or effort.

And Zipp, she had already been starting to feel that way for about three days when the first thought came on a hot night at three in the morning.

But, if there was one thing she could be sure of, it was that if she couldn't receive the sheriff or if he wasn't willing to spend enough time with her until the feeling finally went away in about four days, then she would have to pay him a personal visit and let him finally give in to his male instincts and make her his.

She could imagine what it would be like to make love in all the different positions and in all the possible places in the police station. On the desk, in the separate cells, on the shelves, against the criminal record, on top of the beds. Just imagining the mess of overturned papers and how it would take hours to clean the place made the mare even hotter knowing how rough Hitch sometimes got when some careless pony dared to mess up his precious bay.

Zipp thought that maybe it could be a good plan to purposely dirty the bay to get Hitch to arrest her, and when the stallion least expected it, she would grab him by the throat and they would both end up fucking on top of the air conditioner. Or she could also take advantage of the speed of her wings and the cool night dew to travel to the stud's home and then destroy his privacy by entering through his window only to later wake him up in the most passionate way possible. Perhaps she could simply enter the station, slam the doors, shut so that no prying pony would enter, and finally, open her legs just for him to behold of the delicious hot mare he was all these days losing himself. She imagined it, him drooling without producing a single word as the erection grew to unseen speeds, and she, in turn, circling her throbbing, succulent intimacy, dripping all that liquid onto the tiles of the police station yearning to taste Hitch's cock and mouth.

It was such a fucking lustful sight that Zipp ended up once again spilling onto the bathroom tiles her pleasurable and wasted orgasm.

She could do nothing but clench her pussy lips tightly, forcing the last drops of her internal fluid weakly out of her body, thus staining more of the fur between her legs. Her tail, so raised it was up it even ached, not from the tension but from the desire for Hitch to finally come and fuck her until her heat was gone, she just wanted that.

-"Please Hitch, I... I need you so much".

Her eyes began to water as her hooves hit the wall in front of her harder and harder, finally giving in to herself and accepting the fact that Zipp would never get to be with the pony she wanted so badly, the sheriff she loved so much in reality. When a mare comes into heat, her first thought is to put aside her other problems and concentrate solely on the stallion with whom she wants to share her love and passion this season. But, it is not always a random stallion that takes over the mind of a mare in need, but rather, it is a selected stallion that has previously shared a special bond with the mare in question. To Zipp, it embarrassed her to think of the sheriff that way. He was her friend, not her lover or even an object or toy that she was willing to use just to enjoy and satisfy her needs for a while, she knew that and for that very reason she sometimes felt sorry for how pathetic she had become by lusting after her friend in that way. But how to avoid it, how to avoid lusting after a hot stud like Hitch? No matter how good or bad you are, you can't deny that sometimes it's wrong to lust after a pony you like. Zipp knew that.

Zipp watched the position of the sun over the village of Maretime Bay through the bathroom windows for a few seconds before concluding that it had been almost an hour since she had stepped into the shower for the first time that day. It was already even getting dark and one could witness from a distance the street lamps and the lights of the homes dramatically illuminating the landscape on the horizon. Possibly Sunny would be annoyed with her when she discovered the great waste of water the pegasus princess had caused by trying, but failing, to please her needs so she could concentrate more on her life.

Zipp sighed as her hoof slowly reached for the faucet to turn off the shower and exit the bathroom. Perhaps, lying down and trying to sleep for a while might make the time pass even faster.

But... nevertheless, life can sometimes be ironic.