Ever Growing Friendship

Written By: Thunder-Dasher

Edited By: Bytestorm

Chapter Six: Autumn Heat; Part Two

Arriving at Fluttershy's cottage, Trace noticed nothing was different. Her pets were fed and tended to, just as they always were. Trace smiled as he thought to himself. 'hmm, I wonder if Fluttershy's heat cycle is even synced up to the rest of Ponyville, since she lives on the outskirts of town? It would certainly explain why the animals are fed, then again I doubt she would neglect her animals; no matter the situation!' Trace halted his train of thought as he knocked on the door. A frail and weak voice emanated from the door, but for Fluttershy it sounded like her normal self, “w-who's the... there?”

“Fluttershy, it's Trace; can you open up?” Trace stated taking a step back to wait for her, just in case she was in her heat. Slowly the door creaked open, and a teal colored eye peaked through enough to look at him, “Tr... Trace... Is... something wro-wrong?”

“I'm sorry to bother you Shy; especially during everypony's heat cycle and I don't know if you heard, but I am with somepony now...”

“Oh!?” The door opened wider, now Trace could finally get a good look at the mare. Her wings were spread at his statement, but slightly shivered. She didn't seem to knead her legs, but the smell of her heat was there, “Who-who are you with? That is... if you don't mind telling me...” at that, Fluttershy hid her left eye behind her hair.

“Her name is Lyra, but I was wondering if you knew where she lived, or if you might know where she is?” Trace smiled, glad that he asked without any inconveniences. On Trace's walk through the park, he had noticed his upper arms, where Pinkie had held him down, were starting to turn slightly purple and swell, and where he was squeezed by Twilight's aura, he felt like his insides ached a little. Not to mention his back from falling out a window, he couldn't see his back, but determined it had to be red at the least.

“S... sorry Trace... I haven't... the faintest clue...” Fluttershy frowned, looking at the ground like she had failed him.

Trace had his own disappointment play out across his expression, but quickly countered with a smile, “That is okay, I still have Applejack and Rainbow Dash to ask anyway. Thanks anyway!” and with that, Trace turned to leave.

“Wait Trace!” It seemed to be a reoccurring pattern, he would say he was leaving and then somepony would jump him...

Trace decided to at least hear her out, but decided to refuse going inside if she asked him too, “What's wrong Shy?”

“I remember... Applejack... mentioning something about Lyra. Lyra has a best friend, but I... don't remember her name... I'm sorry...” as she stated that, the signs of her heat seemed to be displaying a little more. Her hind legs kneading against to floor, but she hadn't moved.

“That actually helps, Fluttershy! Thanks! At least I'm getting somewhere now.” Trace gave a full and honest smile as he stepped away from her. He turned his back saying, “See you in about a week Fluttershy!”

“G-Good... bye...” Fluttershy said in almost a whisper, Trace looked back to see what he thought was disappointment on Fluttershy's face. Trace got to the end of her driveway when suddenly he heard a faint yell, followed by animals running in every which direction. Trace halted and sighed; looking from the direction of the Sweet Apple Acres, and Fluttershy's cottage. The feeling of guilt, of abandoning a friend, set in. He turned himself around, and walked back up to her door; knocking promptly three times and waited, “H-hello?”

“Sorry Shy, thought I heard you scream... You okay in there?” Trace knew that he was pushing his luck, especially since he barely dodged his other friends, but couldn't just leave her.

“It's... j-just m-my heat... P-please go... I-I'll be fine, p-promise...” Trace noticed he had his hand on the door knob. He was tempted to look in to see for sure, but spoke up instead, “Pinkie promise you will be ok.”

Everything fell silent and Trace was prepared to throw the door open, but sensed that the frail pink-maned pegasus was just on the other side, “Fluttershy?”

“C-cross my h-heart.... hope t-to fly... stick a cupcake... i-in my eye...” By the end of Fluttershy's pinkie promise, he could hear a small yelp and figured she had forgotten to close her eye when she touched her hoof to it.

“O-ok... I will come check on you when the week is over...” Trace stated and turned to leave. He walked extra slow to make sure he didn't hear any more sounds come from the cottage. He looked back over his shoulder one more time, to see if he noticed anything. Sure enough, he noticed Fluttershy looking at him through her window; she then quickly darted away from the window as soon as she noticed him looking. Trace frowned, but decided to just let it be for the moment. No matter how shy she was, she was a big girl, and he was sure she would be okay; she did pinkie promise after all.

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Sweet Apple Acres:

Trace was feeling a little better about this one. According to Fluttershy, Applejack possibly knew of a friend of Lyra's. Not to bring up the fact that Applejack was on her heat the last time he saw her AND had turned him away. So, he already knew she had the will power to possibly hold herself back long enough for him to ask where she may be. Applejack's home came into view and for once he saw Big Mac doing nothing, but sitting on the porch next to Granny Smith. Granny Smith was rocking in her now silent chair. Big Mac was just lying with all four hooves tucked under him, a book placed in front of him. What really surprised Trace was what was tucked in one of his hooves; it was a small ragged doll, with polka-dot pants and two buttons for eyes. Trace just ignored it and focused on finding Applejack, “Excuse me Granny, Big Mac, have either of you seen AJ?”

Big Mac looked up from his book, and noticing his doll in his hooves, his face turned a slightly darker hue. Granny Smith and Big Mac both pointed to their left and both stated, “East field!”

Trace was about to head toward the east field when Granny called after him, “Be careful sonny! Big Mac tried to approach 'er, and nearly got bucked in the jaw!”

A chill ran up Trace's back as fear struck him. His body ached from the mere mention that she might be violent, but if Applejack possibly had any information on how to find Lyra, then he HAD to find her; even if it meant a buck in the jaw from Applejack. Trace started to wonder how far he had walked. He knew from previous experience that he was in the east field. Then he heard it, a loud crack and what sounded like dozens of apples falling into a bucket. He stepped closer and called out, “Applejack?”

No reply, he half wondered if she heard him and hid. He found the aforementioned bucket full of apples and decided to explain why he was here, in hopes she was still around, “Boss! I need your help, I became very special someponies with Lyra, and she... well I need to find her... It's urgent!”

Trace paused when he heard leaves rustle behind him. He turned but didn't see anything, he blocked out the sun with his hand, trying to scan the area.

“Ya should prolly go find Bon Bon...” Trace jerked around, the sound coming from the other direction this time, yet he could not see her anywhere. ‘Maybe it’s better that way’ he thought.

“Where does she live?” Trace asked, raising his voice, unsure as to exactly how close she was to him.

“Dunno... ah just know she and Lyra buys mah apples for Bon Bon's homemade Candied Apples. If anything, ya should go ask Rainbow Dash...”

“Thanks boss, I'll just go and let you be; you going to be okay?” At least with all the others, he could see their reactions and body language. Trace grinned as he noticed the rim of Applejack's stetson.

“Ah am r-right as r-rain, sugarcu-cube...” Trace tip toed closer to Applejack, noticing the part of her hat he could see, was slightly quivering. Her voice seemed to be shaky and shallow. Trace hesitated, looking at Applejack, not sure as to what she was doing at first. She was on her rump, her back up against the apple tree and her hoof tucked roughly in between her hind legs. Her other hoof had the rim of her hat tucked down over her face and he could tell her breath was labored. However, after a split second, and a click within his mind, he realized what she was doing. He prepared to quietly slip away ,and cringed when his foot collided with a branch, snapping it in two. Applejack immediately halted, her gaze jerking over to the human in embarrassment. She seemed to slump down against the tree, pulling her stetson back down in shame.

“Sorry AJ... I didn't mean too... I mean...” Trace's own face was red, and his heart racing at what he just witnessed.

“Please... j-just go...” Applejack stayed still, only her labored breathing and slight shaking of her body could be seen. Her hoof was still tucked between her legs and from what Trace could tell, was pressing hard against her treasure. Trace backed up whispering, “I'm sorry...” and started running in the opposite direction.

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In an open field on the other side of Ponyville:

Trace paused at Rainbow Dash's mailbox, sitting down and resting before he attempted his final friend for information on Lyra's whereabouts. All he could think about was, 'poor Applejack... poor Fluttershy... poor everypony... Now I kind of wish their heats were like humans... at least blow-dryers to the head only hurt for an hour or so...'

Trace sighed as he sat with his legs crossed, his elbows on his legs, and his face in his hands. He was ready to just break down and give up. Every time the thought would show it's nasty face; Lyra would come to mind, giving him renewed vigor for finding her. The aches and pains of the day still lingered though. Trace jumped when he felt something like a hoof lightly placed on his back, followed by, “Hey fingers, ya ok?”

Sure enough, it was a hoof; Rainbow Dash's hoof to be exact. Trace looked up and curiousness crossed his face, “Rainbow, are you not in heat?”

A chuckle escaped the cyan mare, “I'm like three days behind everypony else, I won’t start until the day after tomorrow.”

Rainbow hovered until she was now in front of Trace. Trace smiled, happiness filling him for the first time today, mainly in relief that at least he wouldn't need to worry about Dash jumping him, “Dash, you know where Lyra and Bon Bon live?”

Rainbow's eyebrow raised, and a devious, yet congratulatory, stare was laid upon him, “I heard you were with Lyra, but Bon Bon too? You haven't won you two mares, now have you?”

Trace laughed and said, “No no... nothing like that, it's just I can't find Lyra, and Applejack mentioned you might know.”

“Oh?” Rainbow's eyebrow remained in a raised position, “You sure are brave, seeing AJ again since she is still in heat!”

“Yeah... today has been hectic...” Trace sighed leaning forward, his elbows now placed on his knees, and the sleeves to his t-shirt being slightly pulled up.

“Whoa! What happened to your arms?” asked a worried Dash as she used the tip of her right wing to lift up his shirt sleeve.

Trace frowned as he sat up, rolling up his shirt sleeve, looking to Dash, “I had some trouble... with our friends...”

“What! Who else did you go see?” Dash clearly had a worried look, her wings were sprawled out in anticipation, wondering what the hay could have possibly happened. Knowing some of her friends could also get rather pushy during their heat.

“You are actually the last pony I've seen; I went to see Pinkie, Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, Applejack, and then you. I thought you would be the hardest to find, truthfully.” Trace rolled his sleeve back down and looked to Dash for her reaction.

Sure enough, she had a reaction that he had expected. She jumped to her hooves and questioned, “W-who made the bruises?”

Trace frowned, not really wanting to blame them on Pinkie, “Pinkie Pie...” he quietly admitted.

Rainbow cracked a smile as she busted out into a laughing fit, “N-no, no really! Who did it to you?”

Trace frowned, being kind of embarrassed by her laughing. Rainbow's face softened when she noticed he was serious, “Dude... I knew her heat was bad... worse than the rest of us and I had heard the deal with Mr. Cake... But I never expected her to do something like that...”

“It's okay though... I'm not mad at any of them... I just want to make sure Lyra is ok...”

“Why are you worrying, did something happen?” the rainbow-maned mare, stated in a low and surprisingly feminine and caring voice.

Trace rubbed his eyes, sighing, “We had sex... and the next day she left me a letter saying she was in heat, and she thinks it was the reason we did it...”

Rainbow tilted her head, “Was it?”

Trace looked up at her curiously, not exactly sure what she meant, “What?”

“Let me ask it this way, do you think you and her did it because of her heat?” Rainbow asked, her raised accusing eyebrow returning to its place.

“I'm not sure...” Trace said with utter disappointment.

Rainbow pondered for a moment, she seemed to hesitate, unsure if she wanted the answer to her next question, “Well... did you mate with any of the others when you saw them?”

Trace blinked in realization, thinking back over each of the others, “No... I didn't...”

Rainbow Dash seemed to perk up and smiled, “Did you feel anything for them, while you were there?”

Trace remembered back for a moment, all he remembered with half of them, was fear. Fear of being raped, fear of being hit, and fear of falling out of windows. Trace flinched at that last one, but quickly shook it off, “No... not really, I was too worried about Lyra...”

“Then, you ever consider that humans aren't affected by mares’ heat cycles?” Rainbow grinned deviously; she normally wasn't one for logic or thinking things through, but heck, this was her friend and she was loyal to friends to the bitter end.

“I didn't even consider that... I didn't think I was persuaded into anything... I...” Trace paused before he said it, but upon further inspection, he realized he actually did feel it, “I love her... I really and honestly do...”

“Okay then! That's the spirit, now; let's go find Lyra!” Rainbow grinned in success, taking to the air.

“So, you do know where she lives?” asked Trace excitedly as he jumped to his own feet.

“She actually doesn't have a house; she lives with her friend Bon Bon when she isn't on tour.”

Rainbow was slowly flying backwards toward town as Trace asked, “On... on tour?”

“Yeah... didn't you know?” Rainbow frowned as she landed once more.

Trace shook his head, unsure of what she meant. He was about to find out as she continued, “Lyra is with some fancy band, Royal something, can’t remember the name offhoof, but during most of summer and part of autumn, she goes on tour with her band mates. She doesn't think it's really necessary to buy or rent a place, because she goes on tour every year and the house would go unattended. So, she stays with her foalhood friend Bon Bon.”

“So, is that why she has a lyre as her cutie mark?”

“As Big Mac would say, Eeyup!” Rainbow chuckled, Trace gave his own smile, but mainly for the satisfaction of finding out Lyra's profession, “Okay, let's go already!”

Trace smiled as she took to the air, having to run to keep up with the agile pegasus.

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In front of Bon Bon's sweet shop:

By the time they had arrived, Trace was out of breath and a grinning Rainbow Dash hovering over him snickering, “Dude... you are SERIOUSLY out of shape!” Rainbow slapped Trace on the back making him yelp in pain and fall to his knees. Fear instantly appeared across her face, landing with a thud fearing to even touch him, “Oh my gosh! I am so sorry... I guess I don't know my own strength...”

“It... wasn't your fault... I guess I'm still tender...” Trace groaned as he pushed himself back up to his feet.

“Tender from what!?” Rainbow took a step back, searching his face impatiently.

“I sort of fell... out of Rarity's window...”

“WHAT!” Pure shock was on Rainbow's face, her wings extended.

“She couldn't control her heat and when she tried to kiss me... pushed me back against, and then through, her window...” Trace frowned, not really wanting to remember the memory.

Anger flared in Rainbow's voice as she yelled, “SHE PUSHED YOU!?”

“No... it was an accident... she just didn't realize the window was even there... even I was surprised the window broke so easily...” Trace cussed mentally as he thought, 'curse that damned stallion I bought the window from!'

Before either of them could continue their conversation, the door to Bon Bon's sweet shop opened. A cream colored mare with a poofy curled mane, pink streaking one side, while a dark blue coloring the other, “Excuse me... could you be a little quieter...” The mare blinked as she asked in a surprised tone, “Rainbow Dash?”

Rainbow blushed in slight embarrassment, but being the awesome pony she is, she quickly jumped to the point, “Heya Bon Bon, you know where Lyra is?” Trace decided to ignore the fact that Bon Bon was also displaying her signs of heat, but she didn't seemed bothered by it like his friends had. Most likely, since she had never met him before now, she couldn't possibly hold any feelings for him.

Bon Bon looked from Rainbow Dash to Trace, a worried frown crossing her face. She didn't comment as she turned and called, “Hey Lyra! You have visitors!”

“Who could be visiting on Ponyvilles... h-heat... cycles?” Lyra froze as her gaze connected with Trace's. Lyra seemed unable to say anything, nor looked like she knew what to say anyway.

“Lyra... Please... I don't regret last night... I have done a lot of thinking throughout the day, and realized that I'm not affected by mare's heat, you didn't force me into anything!”

Trace's heart sank noticing tears well up in her eyes, as if what he said was a cruel prank, “Trace... are... are you sure?”

“Yeah... I...” Trace paused looked from Lyra to Bon Bon, noticing her eyes were glassy and fawning at the two, he looked to Rainbow to see somewhat the same reaction. Except for Rainbow, she had her head turned and tucked under her wing. She apparently noticed as she quickly jumped to defend herself, but keeping her face hidden, “I'm not crying! I just have something in my eye!”

Trace just grinned at her before looking back to Lyra, “You mind if we go somewhere more private?”

“Yeah, you can come inside to my room.” stated Lyra as she stepped out of the way. Trace was blocked by Bon Bon, anger replacing the previously awed look for the two lovers, “Oh NO you don't. I'm not going to listen to you two rutting all night...”

“Ru... rutting?” murmured Trace, not ever actually hearing that word used before.

“Uh... okay we will just talk out here... You two mind if we have some privacy?” Lyra asked looking to the only two other mares.

Bon Bon was the first to answer, nodding before closing the door, leaving the three outside. Rainbow took to the air, her back turned to the two; trying to hide her wet face, “Yeah, see ya later Trace...” and with that, she was off with a streak of rainbow following behind her.

Trace got down on his knees, running his fingers through her mane that draped down the back of her neck and pulling her into a kiss. Lyra had no problem reciprocating the kiss as they connected. It didn't last long, however, as Trace whispered, “It's good to see you...”

Trace's hand moved from the back of her neck, to her cheek. Lyra smiled warmly as her hoof gently rested against his hand, holding it close against her face, “I'm glad you came... I was so worried I ruined what we had...”

“I know we have only known each other for... what was it... four days?” Trace blinked trying to remember.

Lyra blushed averting her gaze, “Yeah... but to be totally fair, I had been watching you for a month before ever saying hi...”

“Even so... I do love you, I know everything is moving fast and everything seemed to escalate as we got into the moment... but I don't regret any of it!” Smiled Trace, as a warm sensation coursed through his chest.

“Me either...” Lyra whispered quietly as she pulled him tightly into a hug.

They just sat their hugging for what seemed like a huge amount of time, before Trace gently pushed her away, a confused look on his face, “If you are in heat... Why don't you seem to be? I mean you aren't showing...”

Lyra giggled as she cut him off, “I am still somewhat sated from last night is all.”

“Do... you think Bon Bon would mind if you... came home with me?” Trace blushed, rubbing his neck lightly, ignoring the throbbing pains in his upper arms.

Blushing; Lyra averted her gaze and turned for the door, “Let me go talk to Bon Bon.”

Deciding to remain outside, Trace leaned up against the wall of Bon Bon's purple candy shop. He listened to Lyra's hoof steps until he couldn't anymore. He waited for a while, watching the skies and Ponyville. As Trace looked over his shoulder, he saw something there, taunting him. Sugarcube Corner. The very first place he had visited looking for Lyra. Trace sighed in frustration; thinking, 'I suppose I was closer than I thought... I had saved Rainbow Dash for last, since she was most likely the hardest to get too. If I had only visited her first...'

Suddenly, the door to Bon Bon's shop swung open with a minty green aura, followed by a prancing Lyra, a suitcase and Bon Bon herself. Trace removed himself from the wall to look at Lyra, giving her a happy smile, “So, you coming home with me?”

“Yeah, Bon Bon said it will be okay.” Lyra beamed glancing back to her friend.

“I told Lyra, she doesn't need my permission... you are going to have your hooves... er... hands full with this one...” Bon Bon gave a disgruntled sigh looking up at the human.

“Thanks Bon Bon.” Lyra grinned and nuzzled her friend’s cheek.

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At Trace's home:

Trace didn't waste spend any time as he opened the door and letting himself and Lyra inside. Lyra laid her suitcase to the side and frowned when she noticed the fireplace slightly dying out, “Please don't tell me you left the fire going...”

“I... guess I forgot...” Trace replied with an expression filled with embarrassment, blushing as he sat down on his dusty couch.

“Can't be helped now, I guess... You are lucky your house didn't burn down while you were gone!” Lyra gave a sharp look at him before throwing a log into the fire. The house seemed really warm and comfortable. Lyra looked to his pile of wood and turned to Trace, “Trace... Is this all the wood you have?”

“No, whoever had the house before me, left a large pile of them packed up in a shed out back; why?” he couldn't tell why she was so worried, but looking at her she seemed to be planning.

Lyra's face seemed focused, much like Twilight's whenever she prepared one of her check lists, “Well... If we are going to stay here for the week, we need to have the proper supplies... We can't get them from town for a week!”

Rewarding Lyra with a small chuckle and a smile, he pointed out, “Don't worry, Twilight pretty much forced me a while back to prepare. So, we have plenty of food, and wood. Though… we don't have any games or anything... I was planning on cleaning and finishing the house this week...”

He just watched as Lyra finished stoking the fire, and trotted over to Trace, her front limbs landing on his shoulders and kissing his lips briefly; before pulling away and whispering into his ear, “Don't worry, I think we can think of something to do.”

She quickly returned the kiss, before lifting her right hind leg and lifting herself into his lap, straddling him with each hoof to either side of him. Lyra slowly guided his back to the couch, as contact was made, the kiss was quickly broken with Trace cringing and pushed Lyra back to the point, his back wasn't touching the couch any more. Lyra pulled back with terror on her face, “Trace, what's wrong?”

Trace gave a fake laugh and tried to play it off all cool like, “It's nothing, just a little sore.”

Lyra shot him an 'I don't believe you.' look and frowning. Trace nervously grinned, hoping she would drop it. Lyra jumped off of him, using her magic to pull his shirt over his head, making him cringe at the pain of having to lift his arms. Lyra's eyes widened and her jaw dropped, eyeing the large purple whelps on his arms. Before saying anything, she jumped onto the couch next to him and looked at his back, “TRACE! Your back is all scratched up!”

Sighing in defeat, Trace pulled himself away to face her, “Yeah, but I am okay... Just got a little banged up today...”

“Mister, tell me right now what happened!” yelled Lyra, in a manner that sounded a lot like a mother scolding a child.

Frowning; Trace gave her a pleading look before replying, “Okay, but I'm not telling you who did what...” Lyra didn't so much as flinch an eyebrow as he continued, “One of my friends tried mating with me and when she held me down, her hooves bruised my upper arms. Another tried to kiss me and I fell out of a window and onto my back...”

Gasping and wide eyed, Lyra hugged onto him, being careful not to hurt him, “You really fell out of a window?”

Everything fell silent as a growling emanated from Trace's stomach, “heh... Guess I am hungry, haven't eaten all day either.”

He was about to get up before magic pushed him back down, “No! You stay put, I will make you lunch! I will bandage you up and we can go take a nap.”

“Isn't it a little late for lunch?” asked Trace, hopping not to bring back her motherly side again.

“Well it is four thirty, so... linner maybe? Anyway, wait here; I’ll go get some food started.”

Trace didn't have a chance to protest before Lyra disappeared into his kitchen. Still shirtless, he decided it best to go to the bathroom, check his wounds in the mirror and bring a med kit that he had bought, to Lyra. Upon arrival to the bathroom, Trace frowned at the sight of himself. His upper arms had a horse shoe shape on either side; he turned around and looked back over his shoulder to see scratches. He might have lucked out by not landing on glass, but guessed that the rocks and hard ground had scratched him up pretty bad. Skin wasn't broken, but he could see that his back was red, tender, and scrapes all up it. Dismissing it for the moment, he bent down under the bathroom sink, removing a med kit and leaving for the living room. As he entered he noticed a faint smell of fish, following his nose to the kitchen, he noticed Lyra was quick at work, spatula in her magic, and watching the fish intently. She noticed Trace over her shoulder, and smiled when she noticed the first aid kit. The Spatula was placed on the counter with a slight metal clank, before snatching the med kit from his hands.

“Go sit down, I will tend to your wounds while the fish cooks.”

Obeying, he pulled the kitchen chair from its place by the table and placed it where Lyra could easily get to him. He sat with his stomach against the back of the chair and each leg splayed out as he straddled it. Lyra didn't waste any time, her magic already having disinfectant spray, “This may sting a bit.”

Not giving him much time to prime himself for the oncoming pain, she sprayed the can making him cringe and grasp the chair. Lyra cringed at her colt-friends pain, “I'm so sorry, just bear with me; I'm almost done.” Lyra finished with the spray, her magic placing it back into the med kit, “It doesn't look like it needs gauze, but I wouldn't lay on your back tonight.”

“Wait... how bad is it?” He remembered looking in the mirror, but then again, straining to see his back in the mirror, he didn't get a good look.

“None of the wounds are open, but a couple fairly deep scratches, by tomorrow they should be healed up enough for it not to be so sensitive.” Lyra smiled before turning back to the stove.

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Hours later:

Trace was full, and since the fire had kept the house really warm. They decided that it would be okay to sleep in his room for the night, instead of on that hard floor. First he crawled up into his nice clean bed, followed by Lyra which carefully made sure not to touch his upper arms or back. Trace lay on his right side, facing Lyra; while she was lying with all four hooves tucked under her, nestled snuggly against Trace's stomach and chest. He watched her curiously as she used her nose to push his shoulder length brown hair away from his neck, before licking much like a cat would. A shiver was sent down his tender back at the odd sensation. The licking didn't last long before her nose traced up his cheek and she breathed gently into his ear, making him jump at the sensation. Without thinking, he reached his hand up and scratched at his ear. Lyra blinked as she looked at him, “Sorry, do you not like that?”

Another shiver went up his back as he smiled, “It just felt weird; I wasn't expecting it.”

A soft and loving look covered Lyra's face as she inched her muzzle close to Trace's face, placing her lips on his. Trace didn't hesitate to return the kiss, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her side tight against his chest. When he did that, he noticed through his peripheral vision that her tail had twitched from his touch. He grinned deviously through the kiss, bringing the arm he had wrapped around her and running his fingers up her back. She gasped, immediately breaking from the kiss. When she recollected herself, she gave him a seductive glare. He knew she was about to say something, but cut her off by running his fingers through her mane. He gave a satisfied grin as she whinnied and shuffled on the bed. Trace chuckled as he asked, “Feel good?”

“I'll give you all day to stop that.” giggled Lyra.

His smile diminished as he started to notice something, her tail was twitching and her hind legs were slowly kneading down into the bed. His first thought was, 'Maybe I should stop? Wait... she's mine! Why the heck should I stop? I can take care of it, since it is Lyra!' He didn't have to look down to notice the bulge in his pants. Lyra was looking over at Trace; her eyes half lidded and her breath slightly labored. She gave a blush, but kept silent. Trace could tell she was holding herself back, she was probably scared of pushing him too far. That left him with making the first move. Lyra jumped as a pair of lips connected with her neck; sharp teeth scrapping ever so lightly over the skin just below her fur. Sending shivers and electrifying shocks through her body. If she wasn't aroused before, she sure as hell was now. Her hind legs kneading the blanket intensified. Trace knew that he wouldn't be able to do anything on his back, so he got up and moved behind her. She just looked back at him with curiousness and a longing expression.

Draping his body over her back, Trace brought his lips to hers; snaking his tongue into her mouth. She didn't protest as she kissed back, running her tongue over his canines for examination. That didn't last long as he broke the kiss, a small string of saliva connecting them together, but quickly breaking off and returning to their mouths. Trace quickly placed his hands on her back and messaging his thumbs into her muscles that lay on either side of her spine.

“Oohhh...” Lyra moaned, as she shoved her face into her pillow to muffle the sound.

The message didn't last long cause his upper arms throbbed and ached at the exercise. He replaced the feeling with kisses, lining her back, slowly moving his trail down to her rump. His hand gripped her tail and moving it out of the way. Trace looked up for a moment to see Lyra looking back at him with pure lust, and a tad bit of anticipation at whatever he was going to do next. He noticed her eyes go wide as he was about to lower his mouth toward her mound, “Trace stop! That's... embarrassing... stallions don't do that!” A large blush covered her muzzle.

Trace only grinned as he chuckled, “I'm not a stallion, now am I?” He didn't wait for an answer as he kissed at her rump, his thumb running up between her legs and landing on a little nub that lay at the base of her treasure. Lyra's hooves grasped at the blankets underneath her, she was about to protest before he removed his thumb and replacing it with his tongue. Her tail twitched in his grasp as he brought the little nub into his mouth, suckling it lightly at first to gauge her reaction. Her hind end raised slightly in reward for his efforts, giving him better access and a more comfortable position to get to her awaiting tunnel. He could taste something odd; it wasn't unpleasant and it was reminding him of mint. Trace's own arousal was throbbing painfully within the confines of his pants, but ignored it for the moment. When Lyra's hind legs were fully extended, her rump was high in the air, while her face was buried in a pillow.

Every once and awhile he could hear muffled pleas and moans. He moved his attention from her little spot, up to the opening, stretching out the walls with his tongue. This area was giving off large quantities of heat, not to mention that minty flavor. Even though he was full from the fish, he still felt a feeling of hunger for the fluid. With her rump high up in the air like this, he was able to scoot forward and wrap his arms around her mid-section; his hands coming to rest on her cutie marks. Trace ate hungrily and gripped her snug to keep her jerks and spasms to a minimum; mainly to keep from her thrusting back and breaking his nose. Already, he could feel tiny orgasms as her walls tightened around his tongue, but his main goal was yet to come.

Lyra lifted her head briefly to yell, “OOOhhh... Trace...” only to shove her head back down into the pillow.

He could tell she was close; which was good, as his tongue was starting to tire along with his arms, which struggled to keep her steady. His member ached and couldn't wait to break forth from its imprisonment. Her aroma was utterly intoxicating and the room was starting to smell like her. Lyra's squirms were starting to become more violent, when suddenly it just exploded. Her body locked up, her face jumping up from the pillow, her mouth expelling a loud moan. Trace grinned, holding her in place, as her juice was squirted onto his tongue, and dribbled a little down his chin. The minty mare grew heavy as her rump was starting to fall from its formerly locked position. Trace moved back to allow her to collapse on the bed. His breathing was shallow, and his arousal, mixed with the scent of the lovely mare quivering in front of him, was making his cock harder than he ever thought possible. Trace was surprised when Lyra suddenly lifted her rump up off the bed again, her head glancing back at him. Her eyes were half lidded, a red hue of lust across her face, “Take me Trace... Please... I can't handle it...”

“So soon? Don't you need a moment to rest?” Trace smirked lustily, as a red hue began to overtake his own face.

“No, a mares heat makes recovery time... f-faster... now hurry up...” Lyra voiced a shockingly commanding tone, which Trace didn't really mind.

He just grinned, getting up off the bed long enough to pull off the rest of his clothes. His member now throbbed full view, glad to be out of the fabric. Trace was about to get back on the bed, but looked at her curiously instead, “How... are we to do this... I can't lay on my back, you are too tall for me to be on my knees and too short for me to stand.”

Trace watched as she quickly rolled onto her back and eyed him hungrily, “Over here, now!”

Blinking in slight astonishment, he marked her pushiness as a side effect to her heat. However, he did obey as he crawled up onto the bed and in between her hind legs. Before he could even aim, or get ready, Lyra's legs clamped closed around his hips and thighs, pulling him forward, and somehow guiding him straight into her slick tunnel. They both flinched and moaned. He couldn't believe how soft her stomach was against his pink skin. Lyra on the other hand was focusing on something entirely different; his throbbing shaft that was buried deep inside her. She thrusted up against his hips, but to no avail; Trace grunted as he pleaded, “Lyra... relax your legs... you are sq-squeezing me too tight... I don’t' have any room to move...”

Lyra whimpered in disappointment, but obeyed, relaxing her grip around his hips. Trace grinned as he whispered into her ear, “Much better!”

Her dissatisfaction was quickly silenced as he didn't waste any time before pulling out and slamming his way back in with a loud wet smack. Lyra's right forehoof lay next to her head, while her left hoof was pressing hard into the bed under her. As for Trace, since he was not really able to hold himself up from his bruised arms, allowed himself to drape over her body; resting himself on his elbows to make sure not to put too much weight on her. He used his hips to do most of the work. Not that Lyra really minded, in this position it seemed oh so much more intimate. Their bodies were sweating and clinging to one another, and the room starting to smell of sex and secretions. Her left hoof remained on the bed, but her right reached up and ran through Trace's hair. Trace wasn't sure how long he was going to last; Lyra was like a furnace down there, which was most likely caused by her heat. With every thrust, Lyra's head would bounce lightly and raspy pants leaving her mouth. Her horn was starting to glow faintly, and her tunnel pulled Trace's member in greedily.

“A... a little longer!” Lyra begged, feeling another orgasm about to wash over her.

Trace wasn't going full force in fear of not being able to hold back his own long enough for her to finish. He jumped in surprise feeling both Lyra's hooves tightly grip around his neck, her body cringing and twitching, her marehood convulsing around his member. Now that she was having her orgasm, Trace rerouted his determination from holding back, into his frantic thrusts. Thrusting with all his might and making Lyra's entire body rock back against the covers an inch. Trace quickly retaliated by keeping her still by placing his hands on her shoulders, which just made his hips slam against hers ever so harder. Moans no longer were heard coming from the two. Lyra's mouth lay open and her eyes clenched closed, pure bliss encasing her senses, and her orgasm breaking down into several smaller ones. Trace finally thrust once more as he buried himself to the hilt, spraying his seed deep within her womb. Lyra remained clung to his body, her orgasms clouding her mind. All she could really focus on what was the jet like spray that she could feel against her insides. Thankfully to her, she was so sensitive from the mind blowing orgasm, that she could feel every throb, every squirt and every little drop. Trace was starting to catch his breath, heaving deeply while making sure to still keep himself from laying his full weight on the mare under him.

Being sure not to hurt her or slip out of her tunnel. Trace pulled her until they landed to their sides, their stomachs still being securely pressed together. Lyra's nose came to rest underneath Trace's chin. Finding this position oddly comfortable, he made sure his arm was tightly wrapped around her torso and closing his eyes murmuring, “I love you, Lyra.”

He could feel her twitch around his softening appendage as she replied softly, “I love you too, Trace.” gently running her hoof through Trace's hair, and giving his neck a little lick of affection, as they drifted off into slumber.

Author's Note

The first part of Autumn Heat was a little shorter, but hopefully part two will make up for it.

Special thanks to my editor Bytestorm