Beating Her Heat

A breeze coming in from the window brushes by your face, waking you. You try and move your hand to cover a yawn, but your hand is trapped. Looking over, you see it's attached to the wall by some warped wood.

Awareness slams back into you; you're still strapped to the wall from last night. Your limbs are aching from being held in place for so long, but Twilight was nice enough to provide a pillow and a place for you to lay your head.

As aggressive as she was, she still did the little things. She had an odd way of showing it sometimes, but you think she actually cared for you. Or were you simply imagining it? Were you just a sex object for her? She did leave you up like this overnight, and undoubtedly had less-than-honorable intentions for tonight... but she seemed so sad yesterday when she thought she had disappointed you.

Ow. Brain's starting to hurt. You can't figure out that enigma of a librarian for anything. One thing was clear, though: you'd need to decide what you wanted soon. Either live with Twilight or avoid her. You grunt in frustration. Not an easy decision.

It’s pretty hard to think straight while stuck to the wall, so you start struggling against your bonds.  By some miracle, your right hand breaks free. You stare at it in shock for a moment, then remember Twilight remade the bonds on your hands while in a post-coitus haze. She must have done a shoddy job.

You start pulling at the other wrist and it comes free as well. With your first moment of victory for the day, you smile. Unfortunately, you didn't think about balance. Now that both hands are free, there's nothing holding your upper body against the wall. You whoop in surprise as you fall forward. Miraculously, your feet just slip out of their bonds due to the angle of your fall.

After getting to your feet, the weighty decision comes back. You could go looking for Twilight, or you could take the opportunity to get out of Dodge.

You look to the bedroom door, then to the balcony, and pause. What you really need is time to think. Grabbing your clothes as quickly as you can, you head out to the balcony. It's a short drop onto the grass. With one last look inside, you run off. Sorry, Twilight.

You decide to hang out at the park. Twilight rarely goes out there; she's either at a friend's place or reading at home, so the risk of running into her is minimal.

You pick out a tree and sit under the shade, realizing you haven't had a good chance to just relax in a while. The stress of dealing with, or, to be precise, being dealt with by Twilight has taken its toll.

You wonder what her friends are up to. Haven't seen Rainbow or Fluttershy in a while and the others come by to visit every now and then, but you're honestly not all that familiar with them. You keep to yourself a lot, spending too much time thinking, if you’re honest with yourself. Right now, though, you need sit back and unwind.

You sigh and close your eyes, enjoying the peaceful Ponyville weather, then drift off to a restful sleep.

It's several hours later when you open your eyes. The sun is beginning to set, eliciting some surprise from you. You've spent most the day away from Twilight and the library, much longer than you intended. All this time to yourself, and still conflicted.

You sink your head into your hands. Did you really think the answer was going to come to you just like that?

Standing up, you start a stroll around the park. During your walk, you glance around at the other ponies sharing the field with you. Some are alone, just like you. Some are with family. Some are in pairs, nuzzling each other.

It would be nice to have someone—well, somepony like that. But is Twilight the pony for you?

With most of the day burned away in though, you decide to continue walking until sunset. Maybe it has some answers for you. As the golden orb dips gently behind the horizon, you watch from the top of a nearby hill.

It's just as beautiful as it was back on Earth—maybe even more so. Celestia is quite the artist. You absentmindedly put your thumb over the setting sun, looking into the distance.

Sometimes things look strange when you change perspective.

The sun flashes one last glare at the world, then disappears, leaving the sky to the moon. You lower your hand and sigh.

Your reverie is broken up by a thundering sound coming from behind you. Concerned, you turn around to see Twilight is galloping toward you. You brace yourself; not sure what to expect. She doesn't look angry, though.

She yells your name as she tackles you.

Your attention snaps to her face when you hear sobs: she's crying.

"I was so worried!"

Out of all the things you were expecting, that was not one of them.

She hugs you tight; you can feel her tears dampen your torn shirt. Her tears run freely as she cries, quivering with each sniff. You have to hug her back, and the connection reveals a strong heartbeat throbbing through her thick lavender coat.

"Twilight, what were you so worried about? I just went for a walk."

She attempts a glare at you, though the tears make it hard for her to look intimidating. "Just went for a walk!?" She tries to hit you in the chest with one of her forehooves, but the strike is very weak. "When I saw the wall torn up, you gone without leaving a note, and the balcony door busted open, I thought you had run away for good!"

You run a hand through her mane and down her back, trying to calm her down. Thinking back on it, it was a bit cruel to leave without a trace.

The poor mare is crying a river and you feel terrible; insensitive. There’s no way you can listen to her cry any more. “C'mon, Twi. Chin up. I'm not going anywhere."

She lifts her head from your chest and stares at you. You meet her gaze and put on your best smile. It's in that very moment, both of you speaking through nothing more than a look that you realize you meant every word.

"Let's go home."

That terrible frown she'd been wearing twists into the worst, yet most genuine, smile you've ever seen. She throws her forelegs around your neck.

"Sounds great," she whispers into your ear.

Standing up, you pull Twilight off your chest then crouch down, putting your back to her. "Hop on."

She eagerly jumps up, hooking her forelegs over your shoulders. You grab her back legs and stand up. A weight presses down on your hair as her head rests atop yours. Her candid comfort around you warms you up inside. As she breathes, her throat presses up against the back of your head and her lungs push her stomach into your back. The breaths flow downward, tenderly echoing through your ears.

You walk home like that, listening to her lifebeats, grinning on the inside.

Her tail had been lazily hanging in between your legs, occasionally brushing up against them. The sensation had sent shivers up your spine. Now she's actively swinging it back and forth with the rhythm of your walk.

"You owe me big for getting me all worked up like that."

The guilt pangs back for a moment, but you know she isn’t serious.

"So... why did you run away? Was it something to do with last night? Should I not have left you stuck to the wall?"

“Yes, that is part of it.”

“Okay.” She summons a quill and paper, making a quick note. “What else?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at her systematic approach to your feelings. “Do you have to take notes, Twi?”

“How else am I supposed to know what to avoid?”

“This isn’t some sort of test. It’s a relationship. You don’t study, you learn from experience.”

“So... we’re in a relationship?”

Realizing what you just said, you blush deeply. “Yes. I suppose we are. But let’s not get off topic. You need to be more considerate.”

“Of...?”

Geez, she really is new to this. “My feelings, Twilight. You can’t just go, for lack of a better word, berserk during sex and just assume I’m okay with it. If you want to control everything, I need to know I can trust you, and you need to be receptive to what I have to say.”

“Mmm-hmm.” You hear further scribblings. “Alright. Feelings. Consideration. Check. Is that all?”

“One thing at a time. Being considerate is a pretty big thing. You should focus on that.”

“You got it!” She puts the quill and paper away, then rests her head back on top of yours.

While her reaction may have seemed cold coming from any other pony, you knew Twilight took her notes very seriously. Approaching a problem methodically was just her way of giving it the attention it deserved.

And it didn’t hurt that she made it adorable.

You feel her weight shift as she pushes up off of your shoulders until her head is filling your vision. She's got 'the look' on. You try to give one back just as good, but end up cracking as smile as well. Giving a giggle, she pulls her head back up and once again settles it down atop yours.

The rest of the walk home passes in silence.

“Alright,” said Twilight, floating a book in front of her, “trust exercises.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Trust exercises?”

“Mm-hmm!” She sets the book down in front of you. “It says here they’re important for, *ahem*, relationships like ours. You said you needed to trust me more, so this would be perfect.”

Leaning back in your chair, you cross your arms. “Okay. So how does it work?”

“Well, you pick some activity that would be difficult to do alone, and then I help you with it. The trick is that I only do exactly what you want me to do. That way, when I’m the one, er, leading in the bedroom, you can trust I wouldn’t do something you wouldn’t enjoy.”

“Sounds simple enough.” You put a hand to your chin and think on it for a minute. “Does the book offer any suggestions on what specific activity we could do? ‘Cause I’m drawing blanks.”

“I could blindfold you and lead you around the library... though I don’t know how well you know it. If you could navigate the area on your own, it kinda defeats the purpose.”

“Hmmm...” You eyes wander around the room, eventually landing on the restroom. For a moment you squint, then smile as an idea comes to you. “How about this: you undress me, blindfold me with my shirt, lead me to your hairbrush, I’ll retrieve it, then you redress me—”

Twilight is looking more and more excited by the prospect as you explain it.

“—but you’re not allowed to do anything sexual.”

Her jubilation dies like an insect crushed under a boot.

“N-nothing? Wh-while you’re naked? And I-I’m in estrus?”

You can’t help but nod with a touch of smugness.

She takes a deep breath and levels her gaze. “Okay. Okay. I think I can do this.” Her eyes dart to your face. “Though you could’ve made it easier.”

“Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose?”

A cute little frown pops up on her face as she pouts, “I guess.”

Stretching your arms, you stand up out of your chair and walk to an open area, giving Twilight some room for error. You set your arms to your sides and close your eyes. “Go for it.”

Although you’re feeling up to it, you could practically hear Twilight’s mental struggles. She lets out an adorable grunt as she fires up her horn. A gentle warmth encompasses your shirt as she attempts to lift it over your head. She hasn’t moved your arms, so a whole lot of nothing is happening.

“Twilight, you have to ask me to move my arms. I’m not doing anything unless you direct me to.”

“Alright, then, could you please move your arms?” There’s a tinge of annoyance in her voice already.

You comply with her request, and she slowly removes your shirt. It’s an odd sensation, having your shirt simply float off. Yesterday, it was rudely torn away by the estrus-crazed librarian. The memory sends shivers up your spine—though they are not shivers of fear.

After securing the shirt over your eyes, Twilight turns her attention to your pants. “Okay, now lift up one leg.” As you do so, you can feel the familiar glow of magic unbutton and lower your pants. Twilight removes them one leg at a time.

Was she doing it sensually on purpose or unconsciously?

Once your boxers are off, Twilight squeezes your hand with magic and guides you forward. Her direction is slow enough for you to almost scuff your feet across the floor.

“H-hokay now, steps.” Her stutter gives away her arousal. You could swear you heard her teeth grind as well.

Too intent on enjoying Twilight’s dilemma, you stub your toe on the first step. “Ah!” Hopping up and down, you cringe and hold the offended foot as it throbs like a bass drum.

“I warned you!” Twilight says with a snort.

I deserved that. “I know, I know. My bad.”

The pain subsides, and you once again lay the foot down, only this time on the first step. Twilight seizes your hand and pulls you up the stairs.

“Hey! I’m sorry, okay!”

“I-it’s n-not that, stupid. I—” A whimper escapes her mouth.

Oh.

You’re rushed to the bathroom, still blind as a bat, and Twilight directs you to her brush. To Twilights behest, you end up rummaging around in several different drawers before finding the right one.

“The middle one, dunce!”

“I can’t tell which one that is!”

“Hmm, I dunno, but I think it’s the one halfway from both the bottom and the top!”

“Yes, but I can’t see where my hands are!”

With a growl, Twilight finally forces your hands onto the handle and you’re able to grab the hairbrush.

“Got it!”

The moment those words leave your lips, Twilight practically drags you out of the bathroom; the pace at which she’s directing you forces you to run down the stairs. Just before you make it back to her, you lose your footing and fall forward, faceplanting with a brutal thud.

“You could be a little gentler, Twilight.”

“I’m so sorry!” She rushes over to you and inspects you for injuries. “Did I hurt anything?”

“Just my pride.”

A thump echoes throughout the library as Twilight falls back on her rump. You turn to see her eyes starting to water and her lip quivering.

“Stupid estrus... I can’t do anything right.”

You sit up and put a hand on her shoulder, but she looks away. “Hey, I know this isn’t exactly easy for you. I’ve never dealt with a mare in heat before and I can’t imagine I’m handling this perfectly.”

“But that’s just it!” She strikes the floor with a hoof. “I’m a grown mare, I should be able to control myself! This isn’t my first estrus season, not by a long shot! And yet here I am, ruining this exercise that was supposed to build trust. How can you trust me when my arousal is getting the best of me?”

“Twilight, would you ever hurt me?”

Her gaze turns to you, desperate and weak. “Never!”

“Do you like me? For things other than sex?”

“Of course!”

Squeezing her shoulder, you reply, “Hold onto that, then. Believe in yourself and focus on the things that really matter to you. And know that I have faith in you, too. I wouldn’t have come back if I didn’t.”

Her face switches from solemn to stern and she nods. “A-Alright. I’ll try.”

You ruffle a hand through her mane and stand up. “How about we finish this exercise? I’m still naked, you know.”

Her blush returns. “Yeah. Right.” She looks around, locating your boxers and bringing them over. “Could you, um, lay on your back and lift up your legs?”

Once you’re in the position Twilight requested, she maneuvers your boxers and pants back on. The familiar warmth of her magic on your skin makes gives you goosebumps.

“Sit up, I’m going to do your shirt now." She unties the shirt from your head, lifting your arms up and slipping the shirt back on. Opening your eyes, you see a intent, sweating Twilight in front of you, her eyes focused on your shirt as she gives it a few last adjustments. You stand up and look yourself over; shirt and pants are on right, no obvious bruises outside of your pride, and she didn’t tear anything, either. You’re a touch impressed.

The poor librarian is wearing a weak grin, perhaps satisfied with her performance?

Her eyes are boring into yours, but you’re unable to maintain eye contact. “Look, Twi, before we can, well, screw again, I’d just like a little time. That’s all. Tomorrow we can do whatever you want, okay?”

Her grin shrivels. “Okay.”

It pains you to speak, but you know you can’t just give in every time she flashes a cute face. “It’s not that simple.”

Her head sinks. “If you really want to wait, I’ll wait.”

You lean forward and kiss her above her horn. “Thanks.”

She looks away, but you see her cheeks tint with red for a moment. Yawning, you look to a window. The sky is black but for dots of stars and the moon’s subtle glow. Shuffling over to the basement, your temporary abode, you give Twilight a weak wave over your shoulder. “I’m hitting the sack. See you tomorrow.”

You trudge down the stairs, smiling at the welcoming bed. It’s been a long day, but a good one. There were many things that needed to be said between you two, and throughout the day, in some way or another, they were. Twilight was still a bit pushy, but you liked that about her. You chuckle at the thought of her treating sex just like she would a checklist; everything exactly as she wanted, with any sort of interruption sending her for a loop.

For the first time in a while, you actually had something to feel confident about. Much of your life had been taken from you when you were thrust into this new world, but now—now things seemed okay. The library seemed so much more welcoming now, and not despite the estrus-crazed roommate, but because of her.

Letting out a deep breath, you close your eyes and sink into the bed, waiting for the sandman to take you. Your plans were interrupted, however, when a fuzzy snout bumps your leg. You roll over to see Twilight at the foot of your bed, hope brimming in her eyes.

You can’t help but roll your eyes and turn back over. “Tomorrow, Twilight.”

She nudges you again, and again you look back to her. “I want to sleep with you tonight.”

“You’ve made that perfectly clear.”

“No! I mean, sleep next to you. Couples do that, right?” Her gaze pleaded.

You swore that one of these days, Twilight would kill you with cuteness. “Alright. Hop in.”

With a squee, she hops onto your bed, curling up against your back. Her coat makes for a surprisingly comfortable backrest, but moreso you enjoyed the company. A bed felt much more cozy when you didn’t sleep in it alone.

You close your eyes again, your thoughts focusing on Twilight’s breathing rhythm. It’s a gentle, soothing beat. One you feel you’ll become familiar with in the coming days. Sleep takes you.

Awareness gradually comes back to you with the sounds of wheezing. Confused, you put a hand over your mouth and nose, but the raspy breathing continues. You sit up and look around, and find your partner lying next to you, her stomach rising and falling with no steady rhythm. Putting an ear to her side, you find not only is she breathing irregularly, she’s as hot as an oven.

“Twilight?” You hastily swing your legs off the bed and walk around the other side to get a good look at her. What you see makes you gasp. “Oh my god...”

Twilight’s eyes are aimlessly darting around the room, bloodshot and unfocused. Her mane and coat are ragged, and her tongue is lolling out of her mouth, parched. As you scan her lower areas, you find her marehood puffy and winking, sitting a literal puddle of her juices. The room is rank with the smell.

She regains some awareness while you’re inspecting her; her eyes stop moving around and focus on you. “Hey, there... I had some trouble sleeping. But you wanted me to wait, so I did.” The corners of her mouth turn up into a smile that had no business being on that face.

You kneel down and hug her tightly, kissing her cheek and forehead. “Oh, no, no, no, Twilight. Good lord, what happened?”

She nuzzles one of your arms, though it’s weak. “I’m okay. Just a little estrus, that’s all.”

Squeezing her close again, you reply, “You are not okay. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Mmmm... are you coming, too?”

“Of course.”

Humming to herself, she rests her head against you. “Good.”

You delicately wrap your arms around her, lifting her off the bed with care. Ponies aren’t exactly light, but you’re strong enough to carry Twilight up some stairs and into the bathroom. She’s dripping the entire journey; you can feel her arousal run down your arm.

Just as gently as you picked her up, you set Twilight down in the tub on her back, exposing her inflamed sex. A hoof wanders down and pokes at it, but, for whatever reason, she decides against it. You adjust the water so it’s warm, then turn it on full blast. The instant the water hits her, you can see some lucidity return to Twilight. Her eyes sharpen and her movement become more deliberate. She’s no longer swinging her hooves around aimlessly, and her gaze darts about the room, evaluating her surroundings.

“You’re coming in too, right?”

“Uhh...” You scratch the back of your head. Even though Twilight had magically enlarged the shower when you moved it, it’d still be a little tight with both of you. “I suppose? If that’s what you want.”

She nods and sits up straight, allow you room to climb in behind her. You hastily remove your clothes and do so. The moment the warm water hits you, your body shivers with surprise. You lie back and enjoy the sensation, bringing you out of your morning daze.

Twilight breaks your reverie as she shimmies her way up your chest, laying her head back on your shoulder. When you look down at her, you see her eyes are much clearer and the expression she wears, a carefree smile, portrays a much different Twilight then you saw on your bed only minutes ago.

Bracing her hindlegs on your knees, she pushes herself further up your body, to the point her nethers reach your member. Then, slowly easing up on her hindlegs, she lets her soaking body slip down, rubbing herself on you. The whole time, she’s gazing directly into your eyes, that gentle smile becoming more and more wanton.

“Sorry, I just—I just can’t help myself. It is tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I suppose it is,” you reply with a smile.

“Good.” The next time she pushes herself up your body, she snakes a hoof behind your head and pulls you into a kiss, exploring your mouth with her eager tongue. The kiss breaks as she lets herself slide back down, only to repeat the process again.

You relish the cozy feeling of her coat against your chest and the caress of her sex on your member. Slowly, but surely, your manhood is growing harder. The next time Twilight lifts herself up, she moves her mouth right next to your ear and whispers, “I want your penis in my vagina.”

Her dirty-talk, while anatomically correct, is painful to listen to. “Uh, Twi...”

She interrupts you by seizing your member and squeezing it with a hoof. “I want your penis—” she rubs your manhood over her slit, “—in my vagina.”

Her actions have you speechless. While Twilight’s method of sex talk may be odd to you, it’s perfectly fitting for her. Not only has she re-awakened your libido, but the image of Twilight rudely shoving your member inside herself, using you for pleasure without a second thought...

Your erection is as hard as a rock.

Twilight suddenly releases you and turns your head so she can see your face, which, at the moment, is blank in shock.

“Oh, no! I didn’t go too far, did I? I was too abrupt, wasn’t I? Oh, Twilight, you just couldn’t control yourself! I’m so sorry!” She purses her lips in an exaggerated frown as she hits the side of the tub in frustration. You can’t help but notice her cute blush as well.

“Twilight, hey.” She looks back at you. Putting a hand to her cheek, you say, “I want this. And I trust you. Keep going.”

“R-really? I mean,” the frown disappears and is replaced by a much more suggestive grin, “where was I?” Her attention turns back to your member. “Oh, yes.”

A soft violet glow envelops your shaft as she directs it toward her opening. “I think that’s enough foreplay.” Without further adieu, she unceremoniously shoves your erection inside and immediately begins shifting her hips.

The abrupt pleasure forces you to grunt and close you eyes, throwing you into the sex like submerging your head in a bucket of water. Twilight is showing unbelievable control of her inner walls, coaxing every last inch of your member with pleasure. Using her hips and her leverage on your knees, she’s quickly able to develop a painfully smooth rhythm, making sure to swallow your entire shaft on each downstroke.

Soon, the both of you are panting with arousal, though Twilight is doing all the work. In an effort to shift the balance, you reach downward toward her clit, but your hand is smacked away.

“Just lay back and relax. I’ve got this.”

With that, Twilight speeds up, pushing your endurance even further. Her workings are demanding that you cum, but you put every thought into holding back until she’s satisfied. It’s not long before you hear her start to moan, the pleasure getting the better of her.

You hear a jingle and see Twilight’s horn glowing again; she’s adjusting your position in order to hit her most sensitive spots. Unfortunately for you, this is more than you’re able to stand.

“Twilight, I’m going to—”

She breaks you off. “No, you’re not!” Her horn flashes brighter, and something seizes your shaft. The orgasm that had been charging through you was rudely halted, forcing you to gasp. “I’m not done yet!”

You clench your teeth and squint your eyes shut, enduring the impossible sensations Twilight is putting your manhood under, the slick walls of her sex slipping up and down with immaculate precision. Your orgasm rages against Twilight’s magic barrier, but she continues to slam down on you relentlessly. Your breaths are coming out like an Olympic sprinter’s, powerful and succinct.

She ignores your body’s pleadings for release, though her moans have increased in pitch, something lost upon your sex-addled mind. All you can think about is holding on, preventing your encaged climax from shattering your mind into a million pieces. Sensing her peak, Twilight squeezes her marehood down on you further and throws her head back, eyes wild with rapture.

“Oh, Celestia!”

At that moment, she releases the barrier on your orgasm. The rapture of climax tears through the both of you simultaneously, eliciting a grunt from you and a shriek from Twilight. Stars flicker across your vision as your erection releases into Twilight, whose body readily accepts it.

You collapse onto the floor of the shower, the water still beating on the your exposed parts. Your one-hard member now slips out of Twilight, spurting as it retracts. Your lover lets out a long, deep breath and goes limp as well, landing her head right next to yours. The two of you share a quick kiss, smiling warmly into each others’ eyes.

It occurred to you, for just a moment, that this was a terrible way to clean up.