Trixie had wings. She was a princess, of course she had wings. She couldn’t make much use of them, though, having been locked in a tower that overlooked the countryside and guarded by an Ursa Minor.

“Haw…haw…haw…Princess Trixie never escape tower!”

A talking Ursa Minor.

There wasn’t much in the tower, just a bed – a surprisingly large and well-outfitted and clean bed for being in the middle of a dusty tower – though the tower, on a second glance, was actually very clean on its interior for being a prison. And indeed, the tower’s window was huge, taller than Trixie and nearly wide enough for her to spread her wings, which she had. She idly wondered why she didn’t just fly away from the Ursa Minor.

“Haw…haw…haw…me going to grind your bones to make stew! Make me fat-happy…haw haw…”

“Hey! Ugly!” A call came. Princess Trixie rushed to her window, looking out (rather than jumping out and putting her wings to use), and saw atop the hillside two figures. The first was jasmine-coated pegasus whom she knew was Raindrops of Clan Drops, Barbarian Queen, clad in sturdy armor and with a mighty sword slung over her back, though she drew it and planted its end in the earth and pointed at the Ursa. “Let the princess go!”

“Yeah!” The second figure, a lavender unicorn dressed in the clothes and wielding the staff of a mighty archmage – Twilight of the House of Starlight, Sorceress Supreme. “Let her go, or else!”

“Haw…haw…” the Ursa Minor guffawed, stomping forward. “Puny little ponies…me crush your bones to make my – argh!”

The last came as Twilight let loose a mighty fireball spell that collided with the Ursa’s face. It stumbled backwards, injured and angry, but not felled by any means. That was why Raindrops was already surging forwards through the air, sword swinging hard enough to send the Ursa falling backwards onto its rear. It tried getting up, but Twilight and Raindrops were both on it in moments, bucking and punching and trampling it underhoof such that a cloud of dust rose up. When it cleared, the Ursa Minor had spirals for eyes and singing birds flying in a halo around its head.

“You saved me!” Princess Trixie exclaimed with wings spread wide as Raindrops and Twilight both entered the tower, somehow – the how didn’t matter very much.

“Yes, we have!” Raindrops exclaimed, as she dusted off her hooves. “It was easy!”

“Almost too easy,” Twilight noted thoughtfully, as she eyed Trixie. “How do we know this isn’t a trap?”

Trixie was on her large, spacious bed, her Princess gown suddenly missing but for her crown and stockings. “You can see that I have no weapons,” she noted.

Twilight and Raindrops were upon her, then, Raindrops on her right and Twilight on her left. “Then I see no reason why we can’t collect our reward now,” Twilight breathed as she planted a kiss on Trixie’s lips, then another, then a third, light, soft things that sent tingles down Trixie’s spine…then Raindrops took her face with both hooves, turning her to face her, and pressed her lips to Trixie’s in a deep, passionate kiss that sent a jolt straight to her nethers. When it ended, Raindrops smiled, then shifted, Twilight moving as well, until the three were in an…ideal position for the two heroes to collect their reward, and give Princess Trixie a reward of her own.

“Give me fifty,” Raindrops ordered, “then keep going…”

Princess Trixie obeyed, closing her eyes as she got to work…her hind hooves, meanwhile, twitched with each stroke of Twilight’s hoof and the application of her magic between her hind legs…before she knew it, she had shifted, rolling onto her barrel, one front leg wrapped tightly around one of her pillows, holding it close to her, while her other, of its own accord, continued to stimulate her closer and closer and closer and closer and closer to relief at long last and –

“ – ! – ” Trixie exclaimed, at once in exultation and horror at what she was doing, what was happening – actually, what had finished happening. Despite her cry, however, she was frozen in place, her hoof still betwixt her nethers, her horn glowing as it still, despite her best efforts to get it to stop, massaged her sensitive areas with a gentle application of telekinesis, bringing her down as slowly, as agonizingly as possible. When everything was finished, she was little more than a blue puddle of twitching pony lying in her bed, higher thought impossible for several long minutes.

This was so much worse than just waking up to her hindquarters having betrayed her while she was asleep, she had been awake this time, conscious of what she was doing, conscious enough to ride her orgasm from beginning to end but not conscious enough to stop herself. “Ew…” Trixie moaned, as she struggled from bed, hobbling towards her bathroom on three legs, not wanting to put the last, treacherous hoof on the floor until she had washed it with scalding water. “Ew…gross…ew…gross…ew…”

Today was the fourth day of her heat, the midpoint of her time of the year. Her hormones were at their strongest, her self-control at its most vulnerable state. The scattered pockets of disgusting desires had thus far been limited to little more than raids and skirmishes – today, the war began, as the whole horde of her heat surged forth from her rebellions nethers to her brain, demanding that she just give in already, go out, and make some foals.

Trixie had finished washing her hoof off to the point that it looked like it had received a professional hoof-shine, from the finest hoof-shiner in Canterlot. Trixie actually knew who that was, or knew of him, anyway. Perfect Gleam. She could imagine him now – he was a sandy-coated pegasus, she knew, somewhat on the short side, but not terribly so, with long and supple wings. She saw Perfect Gleam before her, finishing her front hoof off…then moving towards her back legs, beginning the shine with his cloth and custom-made oils imported from far-off Zebrica, could feel his breath on her hoof…his tongue…tongue tracing up as his wing tickled her barrel, his tongue reaching her…

“Gaaaaahhhhh no…!” Trixie cried out, stumbling slightly on the last steps and crashing onto the floor. She was sweating again already, nostrils flaring, the heat surging forward. She forced herself to not think about Perfect Gleam and his Perfect Flank and Perfect Size for getting behind her, hooves on her back, his hot breath on her neck as he thrust…

One of Trixie’s hooves tried to sneak south and join the traitor legions of hormones; she stopped it with the other, conscious, on some small level, that she was still lying on the floor in her hallway.

Trixie squeezed her eyes tightly shut. “Gah…hah…ex…exercise! Think about exercise, Trixie!” She forced herself to her hooves, as she could hardly clop if she was trotting around. She made her way into her living room. “Think about…no, no, don’t think, do! Move the couch! Ha!” She dashed over to her couch, putting her front hooves determinedly against one arm on it and pushing it with all her might. Unfortunately, her hooves slipped, and she went tumbling forward, and – since when were her cushions lavender?

Trixie landed with her rear hanging over the edge of the couch’s arm, and her fore on Twilight Sparkle’s barrel – staring down its length, into the region between Twilight’s own hind legs.

There was a long pause.

“Trixie? Could you – ” Twilight began to ask from beneath Trixie. Unfortunately, the sudden breath and vibration against her barrel tickled, and her heat was already enhancing such sensations. Trixie flailed as she tried to suppress laughter, but all that ended up doing was causing her to lose her balance and tumble off the side of the couch – and desperately reaching out to try and stop her fall made her wrap her hooves around Twilight’s barrel, teeter for a few seconds, and then drag Twilight with her to the floor.

There was a tangle of hooves and manes and tails as both mares struggled against each other, trying to stand up and simply tripping over each other. The next thing Trixie knew, she was lying on her back, and Twilight had somehow gotten on top of her, rotating around so that their muzzles were touching –

– wait, that wasn’t just their muzzles. It was their lips.

“Mmmph!” Trixie and Twilight both exclaimed, doing a much better job at getting away from each other this time around, as Twilight threw herself in one direction and Trixie scooted backwards in the other. Both were breathing heavily from their exertion. The two unicorn ponies stared at each other for a long time, eyes wide in shock.

“Never happened?” Twilight asked after the two had calmed down.

“Never happened,” Trixie confirmed.

“Honestly I’m surprised you’re even out of bed,” Twilight said, as Trixie made the two of them breakfast. “Or downstairs…”

Trixie turned to glare at Twilight even as she continued to scramble eggs telekinetically. It was already one o’clock, and she wanted to make sure to get something to eat before Raindrops showed up at three. “I can go where I want,” she said. “It’s my house.”

Twilight shrugged. “Fair enough, but I mean, even if I had a whole house to myself, I’m pretty sure I’d want to keep my clopping confined to – ”

“Gyaaah shut up!” Trixie exclaimed, pressing her hooves to her ears. “La la la la la la la! Can’t hear you!”

Twilight stared. “What?” she asked. “We’re both mares here, we’re both in heat – ”

Trixie pointed at Twilight, horn glowing, and encased her in a field of silence. Twilight blinked at it for a few moments, before her own horn glowed and dispelled it. “That was rude,” she said.

“So’s talking about sex at the breakfast table!” Trixie shouted. She decided not to point out that teleporting uninvited into somepony’s home was just as rude as well, given that she had, in fact, allowed Twilight to stay.

Twilight stared at Trixie. “Do you…you think that sex is gross, don’t you?”

Trixie made sure to glare at Twilight before turning back to breakfast. “Yes, I do, please try to keep up.”

Twilight shifted a little as Trixie finished cooking and levitated a heaping plate in front of Twilight, then set her own down and joined Twilight at her table. Twilight stared at her food contemplatively for a few moments. “Why?” she asked.

Trixie gagged a little as she thought about exactly why – but fortunately or unfortunately, her increased appetite from her heat wasn’t ruined, and she began tucking into her omelet and Prench toast. “It’s gross,” she insisted. “All that…that sweat…and the gyrating…and…and the same place where you go to the bathroom…ugh!” Trixie shivered even as her horn glowed, intent on grabbing some vinegar for her toast. Unfortunately, her magic, egged on by her hormones and her mind, ever so briefly, thinking about sex, and with Twilight in the room she was thinking about the Starlight family and a certain member in particular…there was a surge in her magic, a blue flash…

…and then there, on her kitchen floor, was an illusion of herself…and mounting her, a white stallion with a blue mane and tail, wearing royal guard armor.

Twilight shrieked as she dove away from the illusion of Trixie and Shining Armor going at it, covering her eyes, but Trixie hardly noticed as her heat continued to swell within her…the illusory her seemed so…so satisfied, mouth hanging open, drooling slightly, eyes almost rolled back, even as she was rocked forward and back by Shining Armor’s thrusting…there was another surge of magic from Trixie’s horn and sounds were added in, panting and gasping and slapping and cries of ecstasy…

A lavender-tinted flash of magic filled the room, and the illusion of Trixie and Shining Armor disappeared. Trixie blinked, realized that her mouth was open and she was drooling a little, one hoof at her chest, the other…elsewhere. She cried out herself, pulling away and dashing towards her kitchen sink.

Twilight peeked out from behind the table, staring at Trixie. “Why?!” she demanded. “That was my brother!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Trixie cried out in response, even as she grabbed a sponge and began to scrub her traitor hoof under hot water – it was her front left, it was always her front left, it was a sinister appendage – again. “I’m sorry…my heat is…is always the worst…on the fourth day…” She shut her eyes tightly, thinking about hoofball, playing cards, the fact that Raindrops would be coming by later that they might go out and exercise more…anything but what her body wanted her to think about.

Trixie finished scouring her hoof, shivering slightly as she turned back around, eyeing her breakfast. Suddenly, her appetite…no, actually, on second thought she was still hungry, despite what she’d just seen, what she’d just almost done. She went back over to the table and sat down, staring at her meal for a few seconds, as Twilight cautiously sat back down, too.

“I hate this…” Trixie said at length. “But…today’s the worst day. Things will only get better from here.” Trixie dove back into her omelet. “Stars I wish I could have had some Regumate this year…”

“Regumate?” Twilight asked, face scrunching a little. “Oh, I remember that stuff…it was mentioned in Equestria Nightly.”

“Wonder drug…” Trixie said. “Made last year sooo much easier…”

Twilight grimaced. “It, um…wasn’t in EN because of the drug itself. It was in it because the company that made it went out of business.” Twilight took a bite out of her own omelet. “My father called it, too. They sank way too much money into Regumate, and then their sales were terrible because nopony…well, practically nopony…cares enough about her heat to want to prevent it.”

Trixie stared at Twilight, before standing up from the table again. “Un moment, s’il vous plait,” she said.

Twilight watched as Trixie walked over to one of the walls of her kitchen. “Um, Trixie, I don’t speak – ”

Bang. Crash. Thump.

“It’s not fair,” Trixie said about ten minutes later, after the world had stopped spinning. There was an ice pack on her head, just below her horn, as she lay on her couch in her living room, staring at the ceiling. Her head was wrapped in a lavender aura. “I just wanted to skip my heat…that’s all…it’s not asking much…”

Twilight was staring at one of her spellbooks as her horn stopped glowing. “Okay, no brain damage,” she said, before looking back to Trixie. “Trixie, you’re a mare, you’re going to go into heat, get over it.”

Trixie stared at Twilight. “You have terrible bedside manners.”

Twilight shook her head. “All I’m hearing is whine whine whine. There are ponies across Equestria who have it so much worse than you – ” she put a hoof in Trixie’s mouth before she could speak, “ – and before you say anything, no, I’m not including me in that!”

Twilight removed her hoof, and Trixie sighed. “I know, okay?” she said. “But right now, this is my problem, and it sucks!”

“Well, you’ve got two options,” Twilight responded. “One, you can keep complaining and suffering, or two, you can get over it and just start dealing with the problem the way everypony else in Equestria does!”

Trixie considered, before rolling over on the couch, burying her face in its back so that she wouldn’t have to look at Twilight. “You sound just like Luna,” she moaned.

Twilight sighed. “If I do,” she said, “it’s only because Luna doesn’t want you to go through the rest of your adult life suffering.” She shook her head. “Look, Trixie, your heat seems to be heavy, way heavier than mine. But denying it is only making things worse. Yes, it’s your body and your choice. It’d also be your choice if you wanted to drink arsenic. I’d try to stop you from doing that, and I’m going to try to stop you from making yourself suffer, too.”

Trixie felt a hoof on her shoulder. She shivered from the touch…even more so when she felt Twilight leaning down towards her. “You don’t have to suffer,” she said in a low, sultry voice, as her mouth gently closed around one of Trixie’s ears, tugging it a little…Trixie’s breath hitched as the hoof travelled down across her body, snaking towards her nethers. “We’re two mares in heat, and we can help each other…”

“N…y…maybe…?” Trixie breathed as she leaned into Twilight’s soft nibbling on her ear, turning around on the couch. “Y…yes, Twilight…help me – ”

Trixie realized what she was saying, realized her horn was glowing, and realized there were two Twilights – one prepared to do things to her, and one staring.

“Gah!” Trixie cried out, hitting her horn with her own hoof, causing the illusory Twilight to disappear. The real Twilight’s eyes were wide, and her mouth was open a little and notably dry. Trixie stared. “Okay, how much of that was real?” she demanded.

Twilight blinked, shaking her head a little and licking her lips. “Um,” she said. “Uh…a-about up to me putting my hoof on your shoulder…I – I thought I was just being friendly…”

Trixie shivered. “You were,” she insisted. “It’s…it’s just, with my heat…and…and…”

Twilight stared at Trixie. “Trixie?”

“What?”

“Is…is it normal for you to be accidentally summoning up illusions like this? When in heat?”

Trixie remembered two years ago, her bedroom in Canterlot, and Luna sticking her head in to see if Trixie was alright…and the uncomfortably nonchalant way she had reacted to seeing what Trixie’s magic had conjured up, which had been in no small part inspired by their recent trip to Cavallia and meeting Princess Cadenza and her retinue of loyal Honor Guards. “Y-yes,” she said. “At least on the fourth day. Yeah.”

Twilight stared a moment. “W…well,” she said. “I’m, uh…th-that note left by your friend, Raindrops was it? Y-yeah, she said she’d be by and three, and it’s already one thirty, and I’m just going to go and…um…”

Twilight’s horn glowed purple, there was a pop, and she was gone. Leaving Trixie, the blue unicorn realized, alone in the house…with nopony to bother her, nopony to see her, nopony to know if she just this once gave in and…

“Exercise!” Trixie cried out.

Trixie answered her door sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

Raindrops stared, blushing slightly, wings twitching of their own accord.

“Exercise,” Trixie insisted, as she dashed out the door, prancing in place to keep her muscles working. “I…I re-arranged my living room, and my bedroom, and my office, and then I did it again, and then…then I did it again…and I ran in circles around my backyard and then I grabbed a quick bite to eat ‘cause I didn’t get to finish breakfast what with the blunt force trauma, and I think I’m going to be avoiding carrots until this is all over, sorry Carrot Top if you can hear me!”

Raindrops considered Trixie. “Okay,” she said after a moment. “Um…let’s get going, then – ”

“Let’s! I’ll race you!” Trixie shot off at full speed.

After a few moments, however, she came back. “I forget how to get there!”

Raindrops stared a few moments more, before chuckling slightly, trotting up to Trixie and putting one wing over Trixie’s back. “Come on…” she said, leading the way.

“So, wait,” Raindrops said as the two jogged at a brisk pace through the Whitetail Wood to Raindrop’s clearing, “You’ve been getting visits…from Twilight Sparkle? And you didn’t tell anypony?”

“I’m telling you now!” Trixie insisted. She kept running in front of Raindrops, then falling back, then realizing she was staring at her friend’s flank and dashing forward again. “It’s not a secret or anything…I just…well, they were just quick things, and only over the past few days, until last night, when she stayed over. On the couch,” Trixie added quickly.

Raindrops chuckled. “I didn’t think you meant ‘stayed over’ the other way, don’t worry,” she insisted. “How is she?”

“Fine, basically. She had some kind of plan to expose me as a fraud, or something, I dunno, but then I was in heat, and she didn’t want to do anything, and right now she’s in heat too…lucky nag barely even shows it, though…”

Raindrops considered. “So…should we get the gang together and try and capture her, or…?”

Trixie thought a moment, but shook her head. “She can teleport crazy good,” she said. “She’ll have to want to turn herself in.”

“I’d bet Luna could do it.”

“Maybe…but that’s like grabbing a sledgehammer to deal with the problem. Twilight seems basically harmless…I’d rather if she chose to turn herself in…maybe she will if she just sticks around.”

Raindrops nodded at the logic, before eyeing Trixie with a sly grin. “So,” she said. “Anything else interesting? Maybe dreams?”

Trixie blinked, and there was a surge of magic from her horn. Raindrops stared as she found herself looking at an illusion of herself in barbarian gear, Twilight Sparkle as some kind of sorceress, and…an alicorn Trixie? Of greater interest was the position they were in…

“Gah!” Trixie exclaimed, leaping into her illusion and bucking around until it was dispelled in blue mist, though it was too late – Raindrops was blushing again, and her wings had stood erect of their own accord. Trixie’s own face was flushed red as well. “I’m sorry!” she exclaimed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…magic…kind of wild right now…”

Raindrops remained still only a moment more, before shaking her head and purposefully tucking her wings away. “It was just a dream,” she said. “Though, if you’re magic’s running that wild, I think we’ll be working on that first.”

“R-right,” Trixie said, as the two resumed their jog, which Trixie couldn’t help but notice was a bit faster now. Within minutes, the two had arrived at Raindrops’ clearing, and set to work, doing a quick lap around its edge before stretching – Trixie keeping her eyes closed tightly the entire time so as to not be leering at Raindrops – and then Raindrops setting to work on guiding Trixie to exhaust her magic by doing telekinetic swings with rocks again. In her hurry to get to work exercising, she didn’t notice that the blush had not entirely left Raindrops’ face.

She started with left-right swings. Left…right…left…right…she was holding aloft about her body weight in stones as she swung her head side-to-side in time with her own swinging, biting her lip as she worked. Raindrops was standing next to her, counting out her swings.

Left…right…left…right…this wouldn’t ordinarily be hard, but given the exercise she’d already been doing earlier in the day, their jog into the Whitetail, and the fact that her magic emphatically wanted to be conjuring other things right now, she was already working up a sweat just from the telekinesis.

Left…right…left…right…she slowly lowered herself onto her barrel, not wanting the extra effort of standing right now. Raindrops didn’t say anything, just sitting down next to her, her right wing draping over Trixie’s back in encouragement as she kept counting out her swings. “I know you can do at least fifty,” she told Trixie in between one swing.

“E-easy for you to s-say…” Trixie breathed as she closed her eyes, head still swinging back and forth in time with her telekinesis. “I’ve…hah…already been…been working…hah…a-and then, I’m s-still recovering from y-yesterday…”

Raindrops gave a slight squeeze with her wing. “Well, stop if you think you need to. Remember, you don’t want to hurt yourself.”

“Ngh,” Trixie responded. She couldn’t stop now, not now that Raindrops had said she was sure that she could get fifty swings in…according to Raindrops, she was already more than halfway there, twenty-eight swings and counting…

She did begin to slow down when she reached thirty-seven, though. Every unicorn used telekinesis, but usually only for small, lightweight things, certainly not their own bodyweight, and rarely spread out amongst multiple objects, either. Her rate of swinging slowed down considerably past forty…

Left, forty-one…right, forty-two…left, forty-three…right, forty-four…left, forty-five…

She held it there, breathing a few times, eyes still closed and breathing heavily. “O…okay,” she said. “F…forty-six…forty seven…f-forty-eight…” She stopped again, still breathing heavily, eyes shut.

“Nearly there,” Raindrops said softly – barely a whisper, actually – again squeezing Trixie with her wing, though this time her grip didn’t loosen. Trixie breathed in and out a few times, the rocks and her head swinging to her left, towards Raindrops, again. “Forty – ” she began, when she found herself unable to speak, due to her lips having touched something quite suddenly – soft and warm and inviting…

Trixie was vaguely aware of the sound of a bunch of rocks hitting the ground as her telekinesis ended, but didn’t acknowledge it as she leaned forward, into the soft and warm and inviting kiss…Raindrop’s wing squeezed tighter around her for a moment, before she felt Raindrops pushing against her, surprisingly gently given who was doing the pushing as she felt herself being rolled over, onto her back. Her front hooves reached out and closed around Raindrops’ neck…a slight moan escape her mouth, an opening for Raindrops’ tongue to invade as the pegasus’ own hooves wrapped around Trixie, pulling her close and tight…

…Trixie’s eyes fluttered open, and she realized, quite suddenly, that this was not her mind playing tricks on her again, that this was not an illusion – she really was on her back, in the field, and it really was Raindrops, one of her closest friends, atop her, kissing her, Trixie returning it eagerly…the shock made her stop returning Raindrops’ affection.

A moment later, Raindrops’ own eyes opened – much wider than Trixie’s, as she pulled away, and Trixie stared. “Oh no,” she said softly, staring. “Oh…oh no, I – I didn’t mean – oh Stars I just took…took advantage of you, didn’t I…?”

“R…Raindrops…?” was all Trixie could get out.

“I’m – it was…it was just, the heat of the moment and…and you were there and…I’m sorry!” Raindrops shouted, before breaking out into a run, wings beating furiously. By the time Trixie got up, Raindrops was already in the sky, flying away.

Trixie stared after her, mouth hanging open. “Wh…what just happened…?”

Author's Note

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So. I chose a ship.