In the Heat of the Moment

Trixie sent off the note, debated waiting for a response, and resolved instead to open the drawer to her desk and stuff her hat inside. Just as she closed it, she thought she saw a flash, but decided to ignore it.

Luna would be angry with her, but it was totally worth it. She had just done her grocery shopping the day before last, she had more than enough food to last a week sealed up inside her home. All she had to do now was make a sign saying that the Residency of the Representative of the Night Court of Luna was closed for business for a week.

And underline "closed for business."

Twice.

Naturally, just as she had finished making the sign and found a nail to stick it into her door with, her front door opened, and two mares walked in: Lyra Heartstrings, Element of Loyalty; and Bon Bon, candy-mare. The two of them had been best friends all their lives and a couple pretty much since they had been old enough to fully understand the concept.

They also had a vigorously active sex life, as Trixie had – accidentally – discovered on her third night in Ponyville when finding herself outside Bon Bon’s front door and hearing things. Memories of what she’d heard still haunted her sometimes…the words spoken…the moaning…the panting…quick breaths, gasps for air, cries of exultation and sheer bliss as Lyra’s delicate tongue traced its way down Bon Bon’s…

Lyra waved a hoof in front of Trixie’s face. “Hey,” she said, frowning. “Hey, you still alive in there?”

Trixie blinked, realized she had been drooling, and used whatever it was in her hoof to wipe her mouth. She realized only belatedly that it was the sign she had been intending to nail to her door. “What?” She asked, crumpling up the piece of parchment and turning around to head back to her desk and make another. “N-now is not a good time.”

Lyra looked to Bon Bon, who looked back for a few moments before turning to look at Trixie. “You’re in heat.”

Trixie’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, really?” she asked. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Well…” Lyra said, “you know the best way to relieve heat, right?”

Trixie stiffened, then turned around. Somehow, without her noticing – though admittedly her senses weren’t at their best right now – Bon Bon had crept up along one side of her, and Lyra on the other. Both mares were close – very close – had this been a few hours ago they’d have been uncomfortably close, but at the moment, all Trixie could feel was their warm body heat, their breaths…

“C-c-cold baths…” Trixie breathed.

“Those help,” Bon Bon said. For some reason, her voice was a normal speaking one even as she leaned in close to Trixie, rubbing her muzzle against Trixie’s neck. Trixie shivered.

“A-and…and Regumate…” Trixie said, feeling herself leaning in to Bon Bon even as Lyra came close, her mouth gently closing around one of Trixie’s ears and nibbling it softly – ever so softly. “It’s this…new stuff…tried it…last year…hah…w-worked…w-wonders…b-b-but expensive…”

Bon Bon’s nuzzling moved to Trixie’s chest. “There’s also the old marble trick,” Lyra said. Like Bon Bon, she was somehow maintaining a normal speaking voice.

“Nng…virgin…d-d-don’t want…to put anything…ahn…R-Regumate...”

“Never heard of Regumate, but I don’t think the apothecary is going to carry it…not many mares look to suppress heat, least of all in a country town like Ponyville.”

“Hnh…”

Bon Bon’s muzzle was moving lower…Lyra’s nibbling mouth left her ear and moved to her cheek. One of Lyra’s hooves came up and turned Trixie’s face to face her own. “Look, Trixie,” she said – again with a normal speaking voice as she planted butterfly kisses on Trixie’s muzzle. Trixie’s eyes fluttered closed as she accepted them. “I’ll get right to the point. The best way to relieve heat is to, well, indulge it. I know how you normally feel about sex – ”

Trixie gasped. Bon Bon’s tongue had taken a slight detour along her right foreleg, but she was now within inches of…

…could feel her breath on…

“ – but I really think it’d be best if you just, well, went with it. It’d be easier, more enjoyable, you wouldn’t have to suffer.”

“And me and Lyra,” Bon Bon said. Her mouth was thankfully moving back up her leg again, but only to return to her chest…start down her barrel again... “We promise we’d keep everything private.”

“So…” Lyra said, leaning up, tongue snaking out and tracing up Trixie’s horn, “What do you say?”

Trixie shivered…and then noticed a lack of feeling other ponies on top of her, doing things. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Lyra and Bon Bon, standing close but not best-impression-of-Pinkie-Pie close. They didn’t look like they had moved at all.

Trixie blinked. She looked down at herself, touching a hoof to her chest and barrel. There was no sign that anypony had been…doing things…there, and her ear was similarly free of any real sign…had she really just hallucinated the two of them assaulting her?

Trixie shivered, glancing to Lyra and Bon Bon. “No,” she said firmly.

Lyra and Bon Bon both sighed as one. “Okay…” Bon Bon moaned. “It’s your choice…”

Trixie turned around, shivering a little even as she went to her desk drawer and opened it, pulling out a bag of forty bits and turning back around (and pointedly ignoring her hat and whether or not there was a note sticking out of it). “C-could one of you…d-do me a favor and…and see if the apothecary…does-s carry Regumate…? Just in c-case?”

A golden glow wrapped around the bag of bits, Lyra’s telekinesis, but the other unicorn only moved the bag back into Trixie’s desk. “No problem,” she said, waving a hoof at the thought of Trixie paying. “Just…get over this quickly, okay? We’re gonna want our friend back as soon as possible.”

Trixie whimpered slightly. Lyra cautiously placed a hoof on Trixie’s withers, giving her a quick pat before she and her marefriend turned and left the Residency. As one, the two sighed again, though now that they were out of sight of Trixie they let their disappointment show more. “Stars above,” Lyra moaned. “We’re never gonna get to have a threesome – ”

There was a peal of thunder, a flash of multihued lightning, and a cyan blur that kicked up a slight dust cloud when it landed with a thud in front of the two mares. When it cleared, the two saw a blue-coated, rainbow-maned pegasus with wide eyes, a wide grin, and fully flared wings.

“I. Heard. ‘Threesome,’” Rainbow Dash noted.

Lyra and Bon Bon looked the pegasus up and down, considered what they knew of the athletic weather captain, then let wide grins split their features, especially once they considered that, with Rainbow Dash, they’d have a pony from each tribe involved. “My place, one hour,” Bon Bon declared.

Trixie managed to get the note up on her front door without further incident, and held out for fifteen minutes until Lyra and Bon Bon – looking far too ecstatic for reasons they didn’t explain – returned and informed her regretfully that, indeed, the apothecary didn’t carry Regumate. Trixie hadn’t really expected it to, but it was still yet another piece of bad news on what was shaping up to be the first day of a long week.

She rushed upstairs after they left, drawing a freezing cold bath as quickly as she could and practically diving in, not caring about the water she splashed onto her bathroom floor.

Instant relief!

Also probably instant hypothermia. Trixie yelped at the cold, and her teeth were chattering within moments. She climbed out quickly, draining the cold water and resolving to have a lukewarm bath rather than a cold one. Nevertheless, she was smiling a little. The cold water – or the shock to her system, but whatever – had all but dispelled the heat in her nethers, the equivalent of her brain ordering a megaspell bomb barrage on her rebellious hindquarters. Her hormones were already regrouping, of course, but they were completely disorganized and scattered, unable to mount any sort of resistance as her bathtub slowly began filling up, preparing for a second strike…

There was a lavender-hued pop, and quite suddenly Trixie found herself not alone in her bathroom.

“Trixie Lulamoon!” A high, bedraggled voice cried as Trixie shrieked in surprise at the invasion to her privacy, this time an actual invasion, too, rather than Trixie simply forgetting about Pokey being in her office. The mare that arrived was purple-coated and black-maned, though her mane had a purple and pink stripe in them. She was wearing a brown cloak (or a potato sack; Trixie couldn’t tell) and had a cutie mark of a six-pointed star surrounded by other stars…

“Twilight Sparkle?” Trixie demanded.

Twilight had a shaking hoof pointed at Trixie. “I…I’m here to expose you!” she shouted.

Trixie blushed.

Twilight didn’t seem to notice. “You’re a fraud!” she continued, nostrils flaring. “You don’t deserve to be the Element of Magic, you’ve squandered Princess Luna’s teachings, and I’ve spent the last few months building a case to prove this and gather my own…my…my own…”

Twilight paused, sniffing the air. After a moment, she began coughing, waving a hoof in front of her nose. “What…what is that…that smell?”

“This is me not surprised that you don’t recognize it,” Trixie deadpanned, eyes half-lidded as she did.

Twilight stared blankly at Trixie for several long moments, before her eyes widened even as her pupils shrank to dots. “Oh!” the renegade sorceress exclaimed. “Oh…oh…”

“Yeah.”

“Bad time.”

“Yes.”

Twilight stared awkwardly for few moments more, scuffing a hoof on the floor. “It’s…” she said softly. “It’s not like…I mean, it took me a few moments, but it’s not like I’m not interested just 'cause I read a lot…I – I mean…well, actually, now that I think about it, you haven’t squandered the teachings, you’re a wonderful illusionist…”

Trixie’s eyes widened. “No! No! No! No! No! No! No – ”

“Okay, okay!” Twilight objected, raising her hooves defensively. “I’ll just, um…leave you, I guess…”

“You do that!”

Twilight’s horn glowed, and she disappeared with a flash and a pop. Trixie stared at her bath, then began hitting the faucet with her hooves. “Fill faster fill faster fill faster – ”

She hit the faucet too hard, and it snapped. Instantly water began spraying from her wall and into the bath in great torrents, filling it quickly – and then beginning to spill over the side.

Trixie sighed. The first day…of a very, very long week…