The frown on Ms. Harshwhinny’s face was stronger than usual. Though to many, it was near impossible to tell there was a difference. She trotted through Ponyville, too absorbed by her own cluttered thoughts to notice anypony trying to get her attention.

Despite the cool autumnal weather, Ms. Harshwhinny couldn’t stop sweating. Her breath was heavy and labored, despite the walk not being physically draining on her body. She took a seat on a nearby bench in order to collect herself.

“Ugh, I don’t know what’s gotten into me…” she muttered to herself, putting a hoof to her forehead.

An exhausted sigh left Harshwhinny’s lips. She shook her head, trying to clear it of all these erratic, distracting thoughts racing through her head.

Her latest assignment required her to be traveling all the time. Her schedule was so packed, it felt like there was no time to rest. There were constant reminders ringing in her head about where she had to go, who she had to meet, what she needed to pack, all of it constantly echoing in her mind all at once.

Though, all those weren’t nearly as dominant in her mind as the other thoughts that had been haunting her all week. Thoughts that appealed to a less than professional part of her.

She couldn’t stop thinking of her earlier conversation with Rainbow Dash. How the pegasus claimed that Harshwhinny would be screaming out her name in a fit of unbridled lust. Just imagining what she could do with her lips left Harshwhinny’s hooves trembling.

It was humiliating. To be reduced to such a vulnerable and needy state when she should be better than this.

She had entertained the thought of what Rainbow Dash would do while in control, but she relished the idea of putting that brash pegasus in her place. To have Rainbow Dash under her command, shutting her up by making her worship her hooves. She could practically feel her tongue slowly lapping away, the warmth and wetness on her hoof that…actually felt all too real.

Harshwhinny’s eyes shot open with a gasp, immediately pulling her hoof away from her crotch. The burning of shame and embarrassment flooded her face, reaching all the way up to her ears.

“No…not here, not now!” She chastised herself. She needed to focus her mind on something else. She had business with Miss Cheerilee later today, and she had already wasted enough time-

“Woah, dude, you’re like, looking really stressed out.”

A startled scream involuntarily left Ms. Harshwhinny’s lips as she turned to see a green earth pony sitting on the bench next to her.

“M-Miss Hugger!” Harshwhinny stammered, quickly trying to compose herself. “I…erm…How long were you sitting here?”

“For like, a while,” Tree Hugger replied, the same content, non-judgemental smile on her face. “Sounds like you’re dealing with a lot of stuff.”

“You could say that, yes,” Harshwhinny sighed. “There’s been several things that have been…clouding my thoughts, as of late.”

“Oh, then you probably need this more than me.” Tree Hugger held out a brownie in her hooves, offering it up to Harshwhinny.

Offended, Harshwhinny immediately scoffed and recoiled at the sight. “Miss Hugger, what sort of mare do you take me for?”

“The kind that would really benefit from eating one of these,” Tree Hugger responded, unperturbed. “Don’t worry, I got more if you want-”

“Absolutely not!” Harshwhinny barked. “I may have my own struggles, but I do not need to resort to such…substances! I have standards, Miss Hugger!”

“Whaaa…?” Tree Hugger blinked in confusion. “It’s just a regular brownie. I just thought you looked hungry. Or more like thirsty,” she said, motioning to Harshwhinny’s crotch.

An appropriately-timed growling stomach confirmed Tree Hugger’s hunch. Harshwhinny nervously cleared her throat and rubbed the back of her throat.

“Er…I…I suppose I’ve neglected to eat lunch today…My apologies, Miss Hugger, I’ve jumped to conclusions…”

Tree Hugger chuckled, still holding up the brownie in her hoof. “Heh, it’s all good.”

Harshwhinny hesitantly grabbed the brownie for herself. She gave it a few investigative sniffs before taking a bite.

Her ears flicked as she started to chew. Sure enough, it was just a normal brownie, albeit a delicious, fudgey, chocolatey one. She tried to mask her pleasure, but the quiet satisfied moan gave her away.

Tree Hugger silently smiled, watching Harshwhinny fighting back the urge to smile as she quickly devoured the rest of the brownie after the first initial bite.

“I’d…hate to take advantage of your generosity, Miss Hugger, but…could you spare some more of those brownies?” Harshwhinny asked, humbly tapping her hooves together.

Tree Hugger nodded, turning to place a paper bag in between them. “Go right ahead, dude.”

Harshwhinny had another moment of hesitation where her hoof hovered over the bag, but another rumbling of her stomach caused her to forgo all notions of perceived professionalism and scoop up a hoofful of brownies and start munching away.

“You said you had a lot on your mind, you wanna say what kind of stuff?” Tree Hugger asked. “Totally cool if you just wanna snack in silence, though.”

Harshwhinny made sure to at least finish swallowing before she responded. “Well, if you must know, Miss Hugger. I’ve just had so much on my schedule lately. So many places I need to go, so many ponies I need to see…”

“And that’s what’s got you all horny and stuff?”

Somehow, the complete and total sincerity in Tree Hugger’s voice made it more embarrassing. “N-No…T-Those are…ahem…Those are an entirely different set of thoughts altogether.”

“Ohhh…” Tree Hugged nodded in understanding, turning to look forward before hitting Harshwhinny with “Like what?”

Harshwhinny nearly choked mid-chew, having a coughing fit before she could speak to Tree Hugger. “MISS HUGGER!”

“Just wonderin,” Tree Hugger shrugged. “You don’t have to say it if you don’t wanna. It’s just the two of us here.”

There was a long silence, both mares staring forward as the sun hung high in the sky, the cold autumn wind blowing through their manes.

Harshwhinny let out a reluctant sigh, “One of them is about Miss Dash,” she said, unwilling to make eye contact with Tree Hugger.

“Aw nice, she’s real cool. I get that,” Tree Hugger nodded, not probing any further.

More silence filled the air, before Harshwhinny spoke up again. “She claimed something along the lines that I’d be hers at the end of the month.”

Tree Hugger turned her head slightly. “And…do you want that to happen?”

Harshwhinny responded by turning her head even further away. “Regardless of whether I want it or not, the thought has been nothing more than an obstacle when I’m trying to get important work done.”

“Well…maybe you need to stop treating it like an obstacle.”

Harshwhinny paused, curiously tilting her head towards the other earth pony. “What do you mean?”

“Instead of fighting it, wouldn’t it be better to go along with it? Instead of treating your thoughts like an obstacle, think of it more like motivation,” Tree Hugger explained. “Like, if you’re thinking about Rainbow Dash’s flanks, instead of getting distracted, just think ‘Wow, just gotta get through this and I’ll be one step closer to having them for myself’, ya know?”

Though it did fill Harshwhinny’s mind with more images of Rainbow Dash’s toned flank, the shift in perspective was enlightening. “That’s…not a bad idea, actually…”

Just as Harshwhinny settled back into her seat, she sprung back up to her hooves. “My meeting with Miss Cheerilee! I nearly forgot! I have to get going, but thank you, Miss Hugger, for your advice…and for the snack.”

“No prob,” Tree Hugger’s warm smile turned into a saucy smirk. “Though if you want, I can give you something better to munch on at the end of the month.”

“I…erm…yes, well…! Goodbye!” The blush instantly burned up Harshwhinny’s cheeks as she stammered and stumbled away.

Yona was happily skipping down the streets of Ponyville. Or given that it was Yona, creating minor tremors down the streets of Ponyville.

Of course, the amount of frequent shaking and boundless energy was pretty recognizable to anyone. “Hey, um…Yona?”

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Yona eagerly stopped in place, mid-hop, to turn around. “Yes, Sandbar?”

The pony she was facing looked kind of like Sandbar: a stallion build, a messy mane and tail, but this stallion was a lot more…tanner.

Feather Bangs looked from side to side, “Uh, I’m Feather Bangs. You’re Yona, right?”

A blush briefly flashed on Yona’s face due to the brief case of mistaken identity. “Yes, Yona is Yona!”

“Oh, cool!” Feather Bangs did his trademark mane flip. “So, I’ve heard that yaks are really good at smashing…how about I show you how good my smashing skills are when this month is done? I’ve been known to break a few beds before, just so long as you don’t break my heart…”

“Okay!”

Feather blinked in confusion. His whole suave attitude dropped in an instant. “Wait, really?”

“Really! Yona happy to smash!” Yona happily nodded. “But if Feather talking about actual smashing, Yona fine with that, too!”

“I…huh…” Feather Bangs had a bunch of other backup lines ready, and now he was at a loss for words.

Yona tilted her head. “Did Feather not want to smash?”

“No, not that, just…you said yes faster than I thought.”

Yona’s explanation was simple. “Feather remind Yona of Sandbar! Maybe Feather smash like him, too!”

Feather Bangs’s heart sunk a bit in his chest. “Oh, uh…Who’s Sandbar?”

“Sandbar’s Yona special somepony!” Yona said with pride. “Sandbar also playing in No Clop!”

Feather thought back to that October. He vaguely remembered seeing a stallion next to her. Then again, they were in a group of like, five. Plus, there was also that griffon that seemed just as attached to that pony, too…

“Well, uh, you still sure about the whole smashing thing?” Feather Bangs hesitantly asked. “I mean, if you already got your special somepony…”

“Feather no need to worry! Lots of sex going to happen at orgy! Trust Yona. Would be waste to only have sex with one pony for whole night.”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna get in the way if you two are already a thing. Wouldn’t be right, ya know?”

Yona thought about Feather’s conundrum for a second before she came up with a solution. “Ok, Feather can smash Yona either before or after Sandbar, then!”

That just made Feather confused. “Wait, I get a choice?”

“Mmhm!” Yona nodded. “If Sandbar not smashing Yona, then he probably with Celestia. So Feather can smash Yona instead!”

“Ehh…” Feather was still hesitant. The offer was tempting, but Yona’s relationship status was clearly still worrying him.

“Oh! Or maybe Feather want to be Yona’s special somepony, too!”

“WHAT?!”

“If Feather worried about ruining Yona’s relationship with Sandbar, then Yona and Sandbar just make relationship with Feather!” Yona explained, putting her hooves together.

“...And Sandbar would be…okay with that?”

“Yona can ask.”

Feather Bangs was left speechless. As wild of an idea as it was, Yona’s solution was oddly starting to make sense…

Author's Note

Look, I'm not saying it is what you're thinking of, but...c'mon.