Beating Her Heat

As dusk passes and night drowns Ponyville Library in shadow, you find yourself sitting in the foyer under candlelight, absorbed in a good book. Reading was your favorite pastime. In fact, it's one of the reasons why you got along with Twilight so well: you both loved exploring the vast world of literature.

You liked fiction a bit more than she did, though. She often said she didn't see why some authors put so much time into making things up. When you asked her about her love of Daring Do, however, she just blushed and said, “That’s different.”

You're pretty sure she just didn't understand.

The discussion had come up more than once in the three months you'd been living with her. Unexpectedly torn from your own world, the library—and eventually Twilight—were the only things you took solace in. Books were one of the few things that made sense to you, at least in the beginning.

You and Twilight had grown close over the months: sharing secrets, indulging hobbies, and spending time together. She'd even expressed interest in... 'experimentation' as she called it, but you weren't sure.

There were a million different angles on the “issue”, but it always came down to this: she's a pony, you're a human. It just doesn't make sense for you two to be together... didn’t it?

She'd become a little more blunt in the recent days. Apparently, she was in something call “heat”. Twilight had to explain it to you, as you’d never really studied equines or their biology. You admit, there was an urge to help Twilight out, but you couldn't quite look past the cross-species thing.

For whatever reason, she’d sent Spike away, and when her friend Rarity visited earlier in the week, she suggested you find another place to stay for a while. You didn’t see the big deal. Surely Twilight wouldn’t do anything rash, would she?

Your concentration wanders from the book. This specific subject had the tendency to cause a lot of internal conflict. You lie back in your chair and sigh, wondering what Twilight was up to; wondering if she held it against you. It must be rough going through estrus without some kind of release.

You close your eyes a moment before you pick your book back up. You're about to continue reading when you hear a familiar jingle—somepony is using magic. You're a little curious, but not enough to put your book down. At least, that’s until you realize there's a familiar violet glow coming from your crotch.

Your eyes widen and you sit up straight, putting the book aside. You're about to yell out when you're suddenly attacked by sensations.

It feels like... hands? What the hell is Twilight—Oh, god, that feels good. It's like invisible hands are slowly, gently stroking your member. Where the hell did she learn to do this?

You start looking around for Twilight, but she's not in the room. She must have been sick of waiting around for you to make up your mind about her; either that or estrus had actually driven her mad.

You start standing up to go find her, but as soon as your rear leaves the chair, the magic goes into overdrive. The invisible hands start massaging your manhood quicker and additional hands grasp your shoulders, dragging you back down into your seat.

The pleasure is mind-boggling.

You're stuck between wondering how Twilight learned to turn a man on like this and absorbing the incredible feelings her magic is causing down there. It doesn’t help that your brain can’t figure out whether to enjoy this or not. Yes, it feels good, but Twilight isn’t human! You two hardly even discussed this outside of a couple brief conversations!

You soon realize your member is trying very hard to stiffen, but it’s having a difficult time doing so with your pants and boxers still on. You reach down to give your boner some breathing room, but as soon as your hands get near your crotch, they're enveloped by the same colored glow as your nethers and thrust away.

Twilight isn't messing around.

"Damnit!"

Surprised by your own shouting, you almost expect it to make Twilight slow down or give up. However, she either didn't hear you, or didn't care. The invisible hands move faster, yet somehow more delicately, aware of your member's trouble in the confined space. Kinky unicorn.

It’d be so easy to just lay back and enjoy the sensations, but is that really what you want? You grip your head in your hands, trying to concentrate, trying to think—but Twilight is giving you no respite. Every inch of your dick is given special attention. Warm, gentle touches go from the tip to the base of your shaft and back, again and again. Waves of pleasure flow into you. Handjobs aren't really your thing, but this is a totally different experience.

You realize you can't take much more of this and your member is still trapped in your boxers. While the feeling is great, you also like clean clothes, especially given how few sets you have. If she would just...

You reach for your zipper again, and again your hands are tossed away, more viciously this time. Attempting to interfere has its consequences as the number of stimulations you're being assaulted with has increased. You've lost count of how many magical hands are caressing you.

You won't last much longer.

"Twilight, I don’t know what you want! Just come out here and tell me!"

For just one moment, you have a reprieve... and then it all comes back, just as powerful as before. This is ridiculous. Rapturous, but still ridiculous.

You don't want to stop Twilight, do you? Maybe she is a pony, but she’s not actually touching you, is she? More than anything, you just want to talk, but you’ll need to find her first. You brace yourself on the arms of the chair and attempt to stand up, but Twilight's having none of that. With a bright flash and concussion in the air, you’re blasted right back into your chair. This is the work of a serious dom.

The hands continue their expert work, and you can’t take it any more. "Twilight, I'm gonna—"

Suddenly, everything stops. Your dick is begging for release and you're begging for satisfaction, but Twilight has stopped the magical handjob and you have no idea where she is. You need a break, so you just hang out in the chair—panting, waiting, hoping Twilight starts doing... whatever it was again. What a tease!

After a couple minutes, you figure she's stopped for good. Whatever her plan is, she’s got you baffled. You wipe the sweat from your brow and try to figure out what to do with yourself. Twilight probably isn’t far, part of your brain wanted you to find her and talk about this. Another part was yelling at you to bail. But there was one last perspective rattling around in your head, one that wanted you to go right up to Twilight, throw off your clothes, and—

“Agh!” You shake your head furiously. It was near impossible to think straight, especially with how close you were to release.

Twilight is your roommate. No matter what, you’d need to talk with her about this eventually. You're able to stand up out of the chair now and resolve to find her. The first place you decide to look is her bedroom.

You make your way over to the stairs, and just as you start up them, the jingle of a horn casting magic fills your ears again. This time, your pants and your boxers are glowing as Twilight drags them to your knees.

"What the—"

You're excited, but also confused and a tad nervous. Twilight's actions have been completely out-of-character, and you have no idea what's going to happen next. Your curiosity is soon satiated as your member starts glowing again, but it's not hands this time.

It's a mouth.

Once again, you're completely baffled by Twilight's knowledge and skill. Either she has some serious experience, or found one hell of a book on fellatio. It's the real deal, too: saliva, lips, hot breath, suction, everything.

How is this even possible?

Ultimately, it doesn't really matter, cause you're on the receiving end of the most intense blowjob you've ever experienced. You’re frozen in your tracks. Soft lips move painfully slow on your shaft, up and down in perfect rhythm. A wicked tongue coils around you, squeezes, and uncoils, leaving immense pleasure in its wake—then does it again.

Your eyes are bulging and your breath is hot and heavy, practically panting. Your legs threaten to give out from underneath you, but you sharpen your resolve. You need to see this through. You need to see Twilight lying on the ground, staring at you with eyes full of lust, moaning in pleasure as you—

Damnit!

Conflicted as you are, the mental picture gives you the strength to take another step closer to her bedroom... then another, and another. You're getting pretty close, and while the ethereal fellatio is indescribably powerful and could finish you off any other day, today you're determined.

But you know you can't do a thing until your find her. You know you're a slave to her pleasures. You know you have to take whatever she can dish out. She knows this, too, and she's just as resolute as you. The invisible mouth disappears from your member, and for just a moment you think Twilight has given up, but that thought is dashed when the invisible mouth is replaced with two.

You almost faint then and there; the amount of pleasure is impossible. Two sets of lips, two tongues, two marvelous, simultaneous blowjobs. At first, they work in tandem, moving up and down at the same rate, combining their intense stimulations. Soon, though, they shift gears: one is at the tip while the other is at the base. They still move at the same speed, but at opposite ends, ensuring you're always at peak sensitivity. Once Twilight gets bored with that, she moves them at different rates. One is swallowing and then releasing your shaft furiously fast while the other goes excruciatingly slow.

Couldn’teven get this back on Earth! The thought drives you even wilder with lust. You're desperate to get to Twilight, but your legs won't listen. Your brain is overloaded with rapture. Time's pretty much up, too; You can't take any more.

You let out a long, deep moan... and Twilight once again removes all magic from you.

"Fuck!" you scream.

There is no way Twilight is going to pull that again. If you thought you were close before, now it feels like she had you teetering over the edge. The void of satisfaction was crushing down on you, sapping your sanity. The only thing that mattered was release, and you no longer cared how. You had to get to Twilight, but you no longer cared about talking.

You were going to bang her until she screamed for satisfaction.

“I can’t keep doing this, Twilight. I am coming up there and—” Suddenly, the magic returns, but not how you expected.

The hands come back, but you don't really notice. The mouth comes back as well, but that doesn't really concern you. Because on top of that, Twilight has enveloped your dick with an invisible marehood.

Whatever was left of your sanity is gone.

Your hips immediately respond by thrusting against the air. It's not like you're thrusting into nothing, either: there's actual resistance there. The walls that clench your member are powerfully tight, caressing every inch of your hardness in pure rapture. The combination of all Twilight's magical ravishings forces you to your knees.

Your mind is blank, consumed by total ecstasy. You can't think, you can't move, you can't feel anything outside of your manhood. It's your whole world right now, and you wouldn't change it for anything. In reality, you're only able to last several seconds under the onslaught—but it feels like hours.

The best hours of your life.

As you climax, the only thing running through you head outside of the pleasure is gratitude and a sliver of disappointment. Not disappointment with’s Twilight’s actions, but disappointment that you weren’t able to give back.

A few minutes later, you're finally recovering from... whatever it is Twilight just did. Thoughts can actually get through your head now, and the first one is about finding that crazy, horny, unicorn dom.

You stagger to your feet and shake your head, steadying yourself. You then hurry up the rest of the stairs to Twilight's bedroom door. For just a moment, you pause next to the door, but reconsider. Screw knocking, that mare has it coming!

While you're opening the door, you hear a gasp and see a flash of light. You rush into her room, anxiously searching. Your gaze darts back and forth. There's a strong smell pervading the room: the smell of Twilight's musk.

It appears the room is empty, though. You notice the windows to her balcony are open and rush outside. The balcony, however, is vacant as well. You're about to give up and leave when you see you have a great view of the foyer from here; you can see the chair you were in and most of the stairway. You take a step backwards and hear one of your shoes squeak.

That's odd.

Some light is reflecting off of the floor. You squat down and touch the wood...

It's wet.