In the Heat of the Moment

“Ooh…this is the life…” Trixie proclaimed as Aloe ran her tender hooves across the unicorn’s back, working the tension from her muscles and joints until nothing but pure bliss remained. A glance to Trixie’s left found that Carrot Top was similarly relaxed under Lotus’ hooves, head resting on her folded front legs. Trixie preferred a lighter, gentler massage, while Carrot Top’s massages were always much more aggressive – the earth pony farmer tended to work up significant aches and pains in her muscles while plying her trade.

“S-s-so g-g-glad-d,” Carrot Top said, her voice vibrating as Lotus lightly pummeled her back. “E-e-every-y-y f-f-armer sh-should have to-o come h-here…work is s-so-o much b-better-r-r-r a-after…”

Aloe and Lotus both gasped a little, bright smiles appearing on their face at the thought of increased business. As if to help encourage Carrot Top’s line of thinking, the two redoubled their massaging efforts.

Trixie shifted under Aloe’s hooves, letting her eyes flutter closed as she simply focused on the massage. “Mmn…” she breathed, flicking her tail a few times, leaning into the hooves. “L…little lower, I spend a…a lot of time sitting…pain in the croup…”

Aloe’s hooves complied, and Trixie breathed out another moan of appreciation. It was so easy to just…just forget everything when being tended too so expertly…to let one’s worries just disappear…the only problem was that the heat from the sauna hadn’t gone away yet…seemed more like it was building up, and Aloe’s hooves across her back…across her croup…almost seemed to be coaxing the heat, moving it around inside of her…but far from being uncomfortable, it felt good…

“Ahn…” Trixie breathed out softly, once more stretching in order to move herself into Aloe’s hooves. With her eyes closed, and with her so distracted, she couldn’t see that Carrot Top was looking at her strangely, a look of mixed worry and embarrassment on her face. “Oh yesss…right there…right…”

The heat was mounting, building, headings towards a long-overdue climax as Aloe’s hooves moved lower, as she…tension building…tension building…tension…lower…

…naturally, realization of exactly what was happening reached Trixie just as the tension finally snapped.

“Ahhhh no no no n – ngh – no! I’m – hah – hah – I’m in heat!”

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My little pony, My little pony
Ahh ahh ahh ahhh...
My little pony
Friendship never meant that much to me
My little pony
But you're all here and now I can see
Stormy weather; Lots to share
A musical bond; With love and care
Teaching laughter; It's an easy feat,
And magic makes it all complete!
You have my little ponies
How'd I ever make so many true friends?

Needless to say, Trixie was in a panic as she threw herself off of the massage table and onto the floor, breathing heavily as she did. She had meant to land on all four hooves, but her hindquarters were…a bit busy…and weren’t up to sudden movement or demands from the brain at the moment after emerging from a state of total bliss. As a result, she ended sitting on her haunches, breathing heavily and sweating even as a war took place inside her body: her brain demanding her to move and her nethers demanding her to stay put and enjoy herself.

Her brain won out eventually as Trixie stood on shaking hooves, trying very hard to ignore her surroundings and the three earth ponies staring at her and even harder to ignore the already-returning heat filling up her body.

“I…I gotta go,” she said, stumbling forward on shaking hooves. “I…I gotta…”

“Vait, Miss Trixie!” Aloe said.

Trixie froze, grimacing as she glanced behind her at the pony she’d just…just essentially tricked into…Aloe was wiping off her hooves with a towel as she regarded the unicorn. “Ve charge a little more for our deluxe service,” she said. “I’ll have to ask you join me at the front counter.”

Trixie’s jaw dropped. “What?” She demanded. “I…but I didn’t want to – didn’t mean to – ”

“You are, perhaps, familiar vit the idea of ‘you break it, you bought it? This is a similar situation,” Lotus answered for her sister. She then frowned. “Actually if breaking vas involved ve have a little discount…first time and all that…”

Trixie eeped. “N-no! No breaking! I…I don’t think there was even…gyaaah fine I’ll pay whatever you want!”

Trixie dashed out front, and Aloe followed, smiling wryly and giggling slightly at the unicorn’s antics, leaving Carrot Top and Lotus alone in the massage parlor. After a few moments of silence, Carrot Top looked to Lotus, one eyebrow raised. “How much more for the deluxe?” she asked.

Several moments later, Trixie was joined by Carrot Top just as the unicorn finished paying her ‘extra’ fee, which apparently included an additional charge due to it being ‘spur of the moment’ rather than worked out ahead of time. Carrot Top was frowning and muttering something about her finances as she looked to Trixie. Trixie couldn’t look Carrot Top in the eye as she shifted from hoof to hoof, waiting for Aloe to finish counting out her bits. She had retrieved her cape and hat from the stand near the front door, and was currently using the latter to keep her face hidden. “I’m sorry, Carrot Top,” she said at length. “I am so sorry, it’s snuck up on me again this year…so embarrassing…”

Carrot Top offered a slight smile. “It’s okay, Trixie, it happens,” she said, putting a hoof to her mouth and giggling slightly. “In fact, this one time, in school, I was – ”

“Gah I don’t want to hear I don’t want to hear!” Trixie exclaimed, pressing her hooves to her ears.

Carrot Top blinked. “Okay…you’re from Neigh Orleans though, right? I never took you for a prude…”

Trixie glared at Carrot Top. “It’s gross!”

“What? Mares?”

“Yes! And stallions! And…and everything! Everything about sex!”

“Hang on,” Aloe objected, looking up from her counting of bits. “Vhat do you mean, ‘gross?’ Sex is a beautiful and natural process. Two ponies coming together so intimately, sharing their bodies…” she raised one eyebrow. “Or…more than two…ooh you should see the parties that my sister and I sometimes throw here! In fact ve are having a lock-in next veek, already have tvelve ponies – ”

“Keep the change!” Trixie exclaimed, dashing from the spa as fast as her hooves could carry her.

Carrot Top watched her go, sighing and shaking her head. After a few moments, she looked to Aloe, one eyebrow raised. “Lock-in, huh?” she asked.

Trixie galloped as fast as her hooves could carry her through the streets of Ponyville, trying, and failing, to ignore the heat that was once more mounting in her loins. Even worse, she was sweating…and sweating meant that she was releasing pheromones in the air. Every stallion and mare that turned to look at her…were they seeing a crazy mare running by, or were they smelling her treacherous body trying to convince them that she was open for business?

“I’m not open for business!” Trixie shouted before she could stop herself as she rounded a corner – and ran smack into Lyra and Bon Bon. There was confusion and pain for several moments as the three worked to disentangle themselves from each other.

“Trixie!” Lyra exclaimed when she was finally free and helping Bon Bon to her hooves. “Jeeze, what has you in a panic?”

“Nothing!” Trixie exclaimed, shifting around a few times. “I…er…gotta go!” she resumed running.

Bon Bon looked to Lyra in confusion. “That mare…” she said, shaking her head. “She…”

Of course, then Bon Bon and Lyra breathed in through their noses…and caught a whiff of what was in the air hovering, inviting, and leaving a trail the way Trixie had just run off.

“Bon Bon?” Lyra asked, nostrils flaring a little. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Bon Bon tapped her two front hooves together. “Oh yes…”

Meanwhile, Trixie had finally made it to her Residency and dashed inside, closing the door securely behind her. Pacing back and forth for a few moments, Trixie dashed over and into her office, closing the blinds and then grabbing an ink well, pen, and parchment, and quickly writing out a note.

Dear Princess Luna,

I regret to inform you that due to circumstances beyond my control, I will be unable to serve as the Representative of your Night Court for the next week or so, and further that the Residency itself will be unfit to serve as the official office of your Night Court. I apologize for the inconvenience.

– Trixie

Trixie took off her hat, tossed the parchment inside without waiting for the ink to dry, and chanted the magic words that would send it to the Princess’ office. That matter having been taken care of, she set her hat down on her desk and turned around – and let out a cry of fright at the sight of an invader into her privacy!

“…hi?” Pokey Pierce asked. Her secretary and general helper blinked a few times. “You feeling alright?”

Trixie swallowed, opening her mouth – when there was almost a ping from inside of her. It occurred to her that she’d never really taken Pokey into account before. He was tall and thin, but not lanky by any means – no, his muscles were actually quite well-developed, clearly the result of a pony who ran several laps around town every morning to stay in shape. His coat shined; it was well taken-care of, and his wavy mane looked quite inviting…

And then there was his horn.

His magnificent, magnificent horn, easily a third again the length it was supposed to be considering his height, expertly sharpened to a point, an excellent focus for magic and…

…and…

Trixie grinned as she made her way over to Pokey’s desk, sitting down in front of it. “Everything’s fine,” she said, propping her chin on her front hooves. “How are you...?”

Pokey blinked a few times. “Just fine,” he said. “Shouldn’t you still be at the spa?”

Trixie smiled, fluttering her eyes as her tail swished unconsciously behind her. “Oh…had to go home early…” she said, standing and making her way over to Pokey. He watched her approach, nostrils flaring when Trixie was close enough and he finally caught the scent…and Trixie saw a war began inside of him, a chemical war, a war that his brain swiftly began losing as Trixie leaned in close, burying her muzzle in the crook of his neck. “I…I think that…I don’t appreciate you enough, Pokey…”

Pokey stared at his boss, raising one eyebrow as he waved a hoof in front of his nose. “Uh…uh, boss…?”

Trixie muzzling moved from the crook of Pokey’s neck, to his chest. “Yesss…?” she purred.

Pokey’s hooves were on her shoulders, and he pushed her way, looking her in her surprised eyes. “I’m gay,” he stated.

Trixie blinked a few times. A shiver passed through her body, and she realized what she had been doing. “Oh no no no!” she cried, leaping backwards and dashing over to her desk, hiding behind it. “Oh…gah…I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“I mean, not that I don’t appreciate the compliment, but…”

Trixie peeked out from behind her desk. “S…so sorry…”

Pokey considered, eve as he put a hoof to his muzzle. “So…so it smells like you’re in heat, then.”

Trixie whimpered.

“…and I’m gathering I can go home early.”

Trixie nodded. “I’ll…I’ll still pay you for the week…” she said. “But don’t show up ‘til I s-send for you. Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll just…leave you to it, then. Have fun!”

Trixie whimpered again, but Pokey didn’t notice – he probably thought that Trixie’s antics were from her embarrassment of coming on to him, rather than born from how much she hated being in heat. Not that she wasn’t embarrassed…there was a small flash of light from underneath Trixie’s hat. Trixie retrieved it, taking out the note from Princess Luna and reading it.

Dear Trixie,

Did your heat sneak up on you again?

Trixie frowned, writing out a quick response on the same piece of parchment.

Dear Princess Luna,

Yes. I don’t get it! It’s not fair! Everypony else practically sets their watches to their heats while my biological clock was built by diamond dogs!

She sent the message off, and received a response within a minute.

Dear Trixie,

You’re still young, it can take several years after reaching full adulthood with some mares before their heat cycles become regular.

Now, Trixie. I respect your feelings on the matter, and while I feel that most of your problems with your heat would go away if you simply found a decent mare or stallion, I can hardly order you to do that against your wishes.

Having said that, at the risk of being crass, there are numerous techniques a mare may perform by herself to help relieve her heat. Make use of them. The governance of Equestria can’t stop simply because a single mare is afraid of her own body.

Trixie stared wide-eyed at what was, no matter how one decided to approach the issue, an official Royal Decree for her to masturbate.

Dear Princess Luna,

No! No! No! I refuse! It’s gross! I’m not doing it! Ponyville is just going to have to deal with being out-of-contact with the Night Court for the next week!

The response was almost instant – clearly, Luna had anticipated Trixie’s declaration and prepared a reply.

Trixie –

It’s simple: if you aren’t working, I won’t pay you. For the month.

Trixie considered for a few moments – but only for a few moments.

Dear Princess Luna,

Terms accepted.