Zipp could stand it no longer.

The heat crawled all over her yearning body so fast that even she herself began to question whether in Equestria there would be another mare with such a fiery and relentless as the one that was just now beginning to torture her. Zipp had to hold on, hold on with as much willpower as she could before her aroused mind ended up driving her insane and subsequently dragging her into public indecency once the last of her logical thinking faded and she ended up throwing herself towards the sheriff's paws like the hungry mare of pleasure and lust she had become.

Zipp bit down even harder on the pillow beneath her, miraculously restraining herself from screaming as she felt her orgasm again approaching and splitting her system into two pieces, one in pleasure and enjoyment and the other in frustration and anger at not having finally achieved her goal. Her flushed face completely destroyed the fine white aesthetic to which her divine fur belonged, her light blue eyes rolled back against the roof of her skull as the saliva from her mouth squirted out and stained the extremely expensive textile of her pillow, all in addition to the compromising position she was in could only excite her even more thus imagining Hitch's reaction to seeing her furiously masturbating in front of him. Imagining the way the sheriff would watch her and the way he would be in a hypnotic state not knowing what reaction to choose for the situation at hand, made the princess even more perverted, hornier and even more eager to make love. Surely, she thought, the only thing Hitch could concentrate on at that moment would be how he could only enlarge and caress with his hooves the enormous girth of his cock, which, she would find completely filled with a semen that she would love to claim as hers and hers alone.

The princess's outstretched hind legs quivered in pure satisfaction as the warm fluids dripping gently out of the hot lips of her wet little pussy moved in spurts through her muscles, wetting the protective fur of her skin and bathing both front hooves with that sticky swatch of liquid she so loved to slide around the edges of her swollen breasts. Zipp's back tensed even more as her vagina contracted again from the soft touch of her more skilled hoof and from the way she stroked her clit with fury and desire, this causing the force of her jaw to increase and tear at once at the fragile fabric of the pillow, now allowing saliva to seep into the broken folds of the pillow itself and onto the bed. Although in any case, both the sheets and the pillows had long since emitted the unbridled odor of the unbridled sex and rutting contents of an extremely horny mare and, therefore, a very juicy and easily manipulated mare as well, which for obvious reasons, posed a serious problem.

She swore to herself that tomorrow she would clean her own section of the room.

For some mares, rutting can even be pleasurable and a very effective method of avoiding stress. Just finding the right stallion or pleasuring herself from time to time can release an overwhelming amount of endorphins and oxytocins, two of the most important hormones when it comes to giving or receiving happiness, but above all, pleasure. For Zipp, her heat was starting to become much more obsessive and much more erratic than what usually happened to the average mare.

And it was all her own fault.

To control estrus in younger mares, special pills were created that increased the production of prolactin in the brain, which resulted in increased levels of sadness and a leveling of the amount of oxytocin, thus making the suffocating heat disappear for a few days or even getting rid of the estrus for a whole season. The problem was that in her youth, Zipp might have perhaps exceeded a little more than usual the use of these pills and might have even, perhaps, developed a certain immunity to their effects. Well, we'll help her a little by saying that it wasn't entirely her fault. She watched the mares of Zephyrs Heights lock themselves in their homes waiting for their prince charming to come along, and of course, she couldn't help but be filled with chills at the thought that it might happen to her. Thanks to thoughts and actions like that she could enjoy a beautiful day in her hometown sunshine without drooling over studs who barely had the most basic level of sex appeal.

Mistake, big mistake.

She was a bombshell, and she knew it.

Zipp's back hit the bed as again the pegasus lay with her muzzle pointed directly towards the ceiling of the lighthouse. Her hind legs fully spread open and showing without any shame of her own her soggy, sticky intimacy could only feel warm even though the windows allowed the frigid air to try, but to no avail, to counteract the fire in her vagina and cool her system. But Zipp could only get even more aroused as she felt the soft folds of her vagina contract, kissing her flesh from time to time and allowing a trickle of liquid, a product of her fiery experience, to run down the pink, defined line of her juicy cunt. Most of all, the beautiful view she had of herself as she looked at her own naked body made her proud to be a beautiful girl for the first time in her life.

Zipp was one of those few mares who generally tended to care differently about her personal appearance. You know, no make-up, no hundreds of different brands of mane conditioners, no false eyelashes, no expensive perfumes despite someday becoming a future queen, no, Zipp was a simple mare who just loved to look clean, tidy and exercised. Simple things that, regardless of what the other mares did, for some reason, Zipp's simplicity just made the princess look the most beautiful of all the pegasus. Perhaps, the fact that she didn't need so many products to look absolutely radiant made her a more unique mare, more real so to speak. But just this new sensation she was experiencing right now, which seemed to have certain similarities with the attitudes of the most dedicated ponies to public beauty, intensified as her hooves dragged her defined hips, noticing once again Zipp of how sexy she really looked all the time. She was even sure that more than one stallion had stopped to observe her own flanks.

However, a flirtatious thought popped into her head as she imagined the sheriff's reaction after being caught staring at her smooth ass.

But exactly the question was, why couldn't she forget about him? Why precisely Hitch Trailblazer? Why that specific stallion?

Maybe Zipp hadn't spent much time with other stallions besides Hitch, maybe also the princess's heat had caught her off guard when some thought brushed close to the sheriff, maybe it was even out of just reproductive instinct as she searched for the best candidate to share her love. So many possibilities, and yet none of the aforementioned came close to what she really hoped for.

Zipp once again had to sit on the edge of his bed, his gaze finally remaining lost somewhere in the vast room as the panting in her mouth remained constant and didn't seem to want to cease. Her hoof prevented a trickle of saliva that trailed across her tongue from eventually landing on the mattress, plus, her wings, which were always kept outstretched, were starting to make her too uncomfortable, even to the point where it was starting to hurt every time she lay down.

Literally, she was sure that this was the first and also the worst heat of her entire life.

The mattress sucked, the sweat around her body had soiled her once again, making the shower from earlier nothing more than just a waste of time, and to top it all off, the throbbing of her intimacy was once again starting to become impossible to ignore. Basically, Zipp was exactly as she was when she started pleasuring herself a few hours ago, only now it was worse, infinitely worse.

It was nighttime, it was incredibly late and the urge to make love had become one of the things she craved and needed most in this life and in these moments. Who wouldn't then take advantage of this opportunity and the favorable circumstances to pay her favorite stud a little visit?

Zipp didn't waste even a second as she opened the window and flew out, her mind guided by a lustful thought and almost totally possessed by her animal instinct.

Blessed be the night dew, the silence and the pleasant chill that only a simple summer night can generate, a unique calm that, compared to the day, would easily make any pony who preferred solitude feel identified with the night. Zipp could feel the water droplets starting to seep through her coat, but mainly through her feathers, which were allowed to shine like a rainbow thanks to the reflection of the moon on the crystalline water droplets that ran smoothly over the soft and fine texture of her beautiful and colorful wings, wings that attracted all the stallions and made the most beautiful mares envious. And also, if we talk about the night, we could not fail to mention that characteristic wind that slides and molds in an elegant and natural way even the most battered manes.

There could be so many reasons for Zipp to love the night, maybe it's the calm, maybe it's the way the moon reflects on the sea, maybe it's the way the night nature seems to take over, or maybe it's just Zipp's personal tastes, nothing more than that. Or maybe it's because the night is illuminated by the passion of lovers, illuminated by the love of couples, those same couples who can barely see each other because of work and end up embracing, hoping that when they wake up they can once again witness the glow in the eyes of their boyfriend or girlfriend, their husband or wife.

Cheesy? Maybe it's true. Another love cliché? Maybe.

For Zipp this may have been something silly at first, something that is always said solely to embellish romance stories, something that wasn't even worth reading. But, when you actually look at the world with a different perception and start noticing things you didn't notice before, that's when you'll discover that some clichés, not because they're clichés, have to be bad or wrong.

Zipp loved the night because the night was made to love, to talk without saying words, to give and receive. It is true that the night is enjoyed in solitude, but it is madly enjoyable when it is with someone you love.

And Zipp, that mare would be lying if she said she didn't want to be with that stallion.

She would lie if she said she didn't want to wake up always by his side.

She would lie if she said she didn't love him.

Maybe that's why her heart stopped when she watched the golden stallion's body walk straight towards the lighthouse. It was two o'clock in the morning, literally Zipp's mind collapsed trying to find an answer as to why Hitch was coming from so far away so late in the morning, even more confused the mare found herself noticing how the stallion came accompanied by a saddlebag. But apart from all that, worse for her was that the excitement and her sexual desire intensified as she saw the male she was crazy about heading straight for the doors of her home, causing her body to start sweating once again. Not even the cold of the sky could make her forget about her infernal heat anymore.

However, for some strange reason, the fear inside her was activated, so much so that she instinctively landed far away from the sheriff, only to approach him with extreme stealth and use some bushes as camouflage to start spying on him. Such was the desire to observe him that she completely ignored the fact that some thorns began to prick her skin above her fur and that some leaves were buried in her mane, staining it a little and later dirtying it when the chlorophyll of those same leaves were scattered in each of the thin lines that formed her hair.

Her light blue eyes sparkled with a hint of admiration and love as Hitch gently tapped the door of the lighthouse with his hoof. And that's because from the distance of the bush to the door, Zipp could notice the smile that was all the time present on the sheriff's expression, another detail that fascinated her. Despite his sometimes relaxed, sometimes somewhat overbearing and sometimes a bit naive attitude, he always placed a piece of his heart in every moment, always granting forgiveness to those who deserved it and being someone who, despite being ruled by the law, always showed compassion and love. Hitch was a good sheriff, but above all things, he was a good pony.

-"ZIPP! ARE YOU THERE? I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!"

The stallion's cries came as Hitch, noticing that Zipp was not opening the door perhaps because the princess remained asleep, decided by all means to get his attention. Luckily, the echo of his voice disappeared before even approaching the village, transforming the scream into something fainter than a mere whisper.

However, the pegasus hidden on the bushes barely refused to move, still mesmerized with passion thanks to the magnificent view of the stallion's body.

And so it would have remained all night, until Hitch pulled from his saddlebags some golden keys, the keys that opened the doors of the lighthouse.

Zipp's wing feathers rose in nervousness as the stallion finally entered the lighthouse, her being utterly terrified as a most embarrassing thought crossed her mind. Imagine what she would suffer if Hitch walked up the stairs to the girls' room and observed the mess she would have created with her hot hooves, plus the possibility that he would be mesmerized at the unbridled smell of her wet, lustful female intimacy.

Her cheeks turned the brightest red the eyes of a curious reader had ever seen or imagined.

Faster than the very push of the wind, Zipp took off on her journey as she headed straight for the window through which she had launched herself and taken flight for the first time all night. Her mane became even more disheveled as the oncoming air didn't so much fix her hair as completely destroy it, the hairs finally finding no symmetry with each other, a job of which Discord would surely be more than proud.

The haste and desperation were so great that the princess accidentally hit her right side, near her ribs, when she finally entered through the window. Her eyes were pointed directly at the door handle as the soft creaking of the hinges managed to ruffle the hairs on her spine, all the while she could hear the sheriff's hoovesteps slowly approaching, accompanying the stallion's rhythmic pounding of his hooves.

Zipp flew as fast as she could before the door opened.

-"Zipp, are you...?"

And coincidentally as Hitch's muzzle peeked meekly into the room, the solid wooden plank of the door slammed directly on his face, this forcing the stallion to cover his mouth with a hoof in an attempt to somehow ease the pain.

-"Ouch, that hurt".

-"NO, THERE'S NO ONE HERE!"

The scream across the room was something that took Hitch more by surprise than the actual blow he had received to the face. Without a doubt, the stallion's ears were swiveling every which way endlessly, a reflection of the sheriff's confusion.

-"But Zipp, I can hear you perfectly well".

-"Well, yeah, I don't... you know.... WHY WOULD YOU COME INTO THE ROOM?! WERE YOU TRYING TO BREAK MY PRIVACY?!"

-"What? No. I thought you were asleep so I figured..."

-"THANKS BUT NO THANKS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ANYWAY?!"

-"Well I... what was I doing here? Right, right. Sunny is busy so she asked me to bring you some things to keep you quiet until your problem eases".

With her right ear pressed against the door, Zipp could hear the sheriff's saddlebags fall to the floor, the distinctive sound of the various glass jars clinking against each other making its presence felt. The pegasus could swear she could also hear some plastic bags.

-"I have some pear-shaped, mango-colored, pineapple-flavored apples, some bananas that look like cucumbers but are grapes filled with syrup, some bags of flour, sugar and cheese? I also have several blackberries, a jar full of raspberries and a bunch of spare batteries for the TV remote control". - Hitch carefully mentioned as each of the above mentioned items were held on his hooves before placing himself on the ground to continue with the list.

-"It wasn't very smart of Sunny to let you come here at this hour, alone".

-"Sorry I was late Zipp, it's just that today was tourist day, imagine the mess I had to clean up. Luckily Izzy was with me all day, helping me take care of Sparky, so no problem now. I was thinking of coming early tomorrow morning but, hehe, you know, the law never rests and I have to be at the station first thing". - The sheriff mentioned proudly while his hoof straightened his silver badge.

-"Anyway, can I come in, Zipp?"

• "NOOO, NO AND NO!" - She shouted on the other side of the door as the latch closed it for good.

-"Well, I guess I should be going then..."

-"NO, NO, WAIT A SECOND, I'LL BE RIGHT OUT!"

-"Agghhhh, Zipp, what are you...?"

The sheriff's words finally seemed to die as his eyes lingered on top of the pegasus' body, not because she was flushed but because she looked like a feathered, leggy mess. Zipp quickly closed the door behind her before the sheriff could get the slightest glimpse, she didn't want to risk him discovering her in that state because, even though the stallion knew what a difficult situation the princess was going through, she preferred that he still think of her as an innocent and good friend.

A good friend who wanted to make love to this stallion until finally the Sun was reflected on the horizon.

Zipp crossed her hind legs as she moved slightly away from the sheriff, the fear in her beginning to intensify at the thought that she might break her friendship with the stallion if her primitive mind dared to make any moves out of the ordinary. To the princess's surprise, a few chuckles was all she received from Hitch instead of him noticing how the rut was still taking effect on her more strongly in his presence.

-"Haha, Zipp, you look a little ridiculous, what happened to you?" - The sheriff mentioned as he tried to cover his hooves with his mouth trying not to laugh at Zipp's appearance.

She just looked at him confused.

-"Look at you". - Grabbing one of the jars from the floor and placing it in front of Zipp's face, the pegasus looked through the reflection of the glass at the countless thorns buried in his skin and the mountains of leaves and dirt stains that covered both his mane and the fur around his hooves.

Zipp felt embarrassed, she wanted to look beautiful for Hitch.

-"Seriously, you're a mess. All right, Zipp?"

Why did she think that? She never cared about looking good in front of her friends. Why would she care now?

Beads of sweat began to move across her forehead and between the thighs of her hind legs, obviously excitement itself, embarrassment and nervousness being the sensations that caused her mind to imagine the stallion's wet body in front of her without limits. Zipp unsuspectingly tried to cover her private parts while still blushingly watching Hitch's face, but still, by instinct her tail yearned to rise up and finally be able to expose her "attractive area" so that the sheriff could kiss her and make her his on top of the kitchen counter.

-"Ohhh my..." - Sighing slowly and calmly as the red in her cheeks intensified with each second, Zipp closed her eyes tightly as she could feel the fiery steam rising from her muzzle mark itself on the steel of the glass jar lids on the floor, even in one of them she watched her own reflection and how her tongue stretched to levels she couldn't imagine, the saliva finally dropping to the floor.

Not now, not another heat stroke please. It was the only thought she could generate.

And of course, Hitch's smile faded when he realized what was going on.

-"Well ,Zipp, I think... I think I should be going. I'll take all this stuff to the kitchen and then I'll be on my way". - Backing up a couple of steps as he carefully grabbed all the food he had brought, Hitch made sure not to get too close to Zipp, the state of the pegasus already spoke volumes about how she was really doing. He had doubted before if he would be the right one to come and bring the supplies to the princess, but after this, it would be best if he didn't come again until finally Zipp's zeal was over.

Not much would need to be said about Zipp, she simply placed her hooves against her ears so as to stop listening to the sheriff's voice.

Hitch slightly squealed before walking toward the kitchen away from Zipp's presence.

And yet she, hearing nothing around her, only caused her condition to worsen. Why did it worsen?, because her heartbeat thundered against the eardrums of her ears, instantly making her despair and causing her to wish that her heat would finally end forever.

And there was only one way to end her heat.

Still, she resisted, she was Hitch's friend, she was a respectable mare and, though the itch in her body was almost as unbearable to endure as the worst torture, she promised she would respect her friend, she promised with her life.

But the question was, how to endure? The only way would be if she had some chains.

-"THAT'S IT!" - Her eyes snapping open as an idea, (which to her had logic), flashed through her mind, Zipp finally smiled as she figured out how to solve all her problems at once.

Trotting quickly down the stairs, Zipp noticed how Hitch slowly opened the doors to the lighthouse with the intention of making as little noise as possible so as not to attract the princess's attention, something the stallion utterly failed at when he noticed the pegasus on the stairs watching him.

-"WAIT A MINUTE, HITCH! I NEED A FAVOR FROM YOU!"

Raising Zipp her beautiful white wings, the princess didn't waste even a second as she headed, of course at a speed enviable even to Raimbow Dash herself, towards where Hitch was standing. Hitch's eyes widened in shock as he could feel Zipp's breath on top of his muzzle and as the princess herself closed the distance between them, practically being the sheriff's butt a few inches away from crashing into the door and his chest only inches away from brushing against her outstretched wings.

-"What... what do you need, Zipp?" - Mentioning with a small stutter in his voice, Hitch found himself even more nervous as Zipp's hooves pressed against his shoulders, some of the pegasus' weight falling on him.

Zipp in fact was about to speak when he unconsciously noted how close she was to the stallion, it would practically be so easy to kiss him that he would have no way of resisting when the princess's hooves pressed him against the door.

-"I... I was going to ask you to please... I was going to ask you to... I was going to..."

Gritting her teeth and swallowing a pinch of saliva, Zipp focused once more on her true objective, and reluctantly against herself, she broke away from the sheriff, granting Hitch some space so that the male would not continue to act so timid and nervous in her presence, just as she was doing at the moment.

-"Hitch... I need a favor. It's... it's important."

Looking away, occasionally scratching her paw with her hoof as she blushed and stammered under her breath, Zipp, for the millionth time that night, began to sweat and pant... nervous about the reaction he would have when he found out what she wanted to ask of him.

Hitch's silence at least meant to Zipp that he was okay with whatever she proposed, as long as it had no explicit implications.

So, mustering what courage she had left, Zipp closed her eyes, held her breath and sat on the ground, extending both front hooves and forcing her wings to stick against her back as her lips pressed together to speak a single sentence.

-"Hitch, I need you to arrest me".

And that was something even Hitch didn't see coming.

Author's Note

I guess I completely forgot about this story, the job seemed to have won me over. It's going to be almost a year since I posted it? Oh yes, I've been a bit inactive lately XD. I wanted to tell you that, well, I'm going to finish this story because I don't like to leave things incomplete, so, I would say two more chapters and it's finished. In any case, I'm really sorry for the delay, and I'm also really sorry for the spelling mistakes, could someone help me with that? I'd be grateful XD, sorry about all my Friends.