Every Summer

*Disclaimer about not owning My Little Pony.

*Double Disclaimer about reminding you this fic may have unintended side effects such as nausea, heartburn or total loss of control of one's mind.

*I know this took a bit longer, but hey, more in this chapter.*

Sweet Apple Acres was always a great getaway for Twilight Sparkle. The orchards that sprawled in all directions, the farmyard, but most of all she enjoyed the open space. Her nose in the books in her library often lead to many a daydream about walking the orchards, breathing in the fresh air and searching for that particularly delicious looking apple.

The k-kind you eat, of course, she assured herself. No puns here.

The walk to the farm was always nice too. It was chance to make sure all of her muscles still worked properly and it was little known fact that she liked to just go for walks and runs from time to time. Using her magic to zip around was not only tiring, but it took away the fun of just going to places.

On the topic of going places, Twilight realized she hadn’t been out much the past week. What with the heat and all in Ponyville at the time. She had of course her pills that counteracted the effects of her body, but they never disappeared entirely. However, they were effective enough to help her keep a straight and clear head…most of the time.

She once wondered why more ponies didn’t use the pills she did. Given her nature, she investigated the issue thoroughly. After countless ponyhours of research her conclusion was simply that many of them felt it was against the nature of such things. That was the reason that she officially documented at any rate.

A few more minutes of reviewing her scholarly work in her head distracted her from how rapidly she was approaching the Apples’ farm. She nearly ran into the head of the place, her friend Applejack. AJ was putting the finishing touches on a new mailbox when Twilight came up to her.

“Hi, Applejack! How’s it going?” Twilight went to hug her friend.

Applejack spit the hammer out of her mouth and returned the embrace, “Jus’ fine, sugar. Yall holdin’ up well?”

“Pretty well, I suppose. So what’s this problem you wanted me to look at?”

“Well if’n yall don’t wanna waste no time, follow me,” the orange pony beckoned her friend by tilting her head towards the house.

Twilight noticed nothing out of the ordinary. Except for the fact that the barn was destroyed, but Applejack hold told Twilight not to worry about it and that they could rebuild that themselves. She remained quiet though, knowing that Applejack wouldn’t lie about having a problem, especially when she had to ask for help.

They pair came upon the house and Applejack welcomed her in, “Yall go on and git ya a seat at the kitchen table right there. This’ll be a bit to swallow.”

Twilight looked for any signs of distress in the farmer pony’s face, but didn’t see anything. Doing as she was asked to, she pulled a chair out from the table and planted herself atop it.

Applejack went to the cupboard, “Yall want anything to drink? Got water, tea, juice…”

“I’ll have some water,” Twilight nodded.

Applejack pulled a glass out and filled it with water and placed it on a tray. She pulled another glass and filled it with tea from the fridge and placed it upon the same tray. After centering the glasses, she craned it onto her back and brought it to the table. Twilight used her magic to float the glass to herself and thanked Applejack for it.

Applejack took a long, cold swig of the sweet tea, “Whew, mighty good batch that is there.”

Twilight just giggled. She knew that Applejack put in nearly enough sugar to turn the tea into syrup when it got cold enough. Matter of fact, Applejack’s tea never splashed when poured into a cup. Twilight likened her first encounter with the brew to the first time she tried to drink maple syrup from the bottle.

“So what’s this problem?” Twilight tried not to sound awkward, but there wasn’t much helping that.

“Well now, let’s see. Yall know that spell they use at the hospital to keep heat crazed mares from goin’ goofy? How long you think yall can hold that up?”

Twilight blinked, “I suppose a few hours at the longest. That spell is a Class 2 Dissipating Manipulation.”

“…wut?” the farmer looked awfully confused at that last part.

“It wears off at a fast rate. It can also be counter-cast by inserting a Type C cyclio-normic coding that would disrupt the…” Twilight stopped when she saw she’d lost the farmer even further.

“Any unicorn with a firm grasp of magic could undo it immediately. However, doing so requires much more energy than just letting the spell wear off.”

“Figured as much,” the farmer nodded.

“Why? What’s going on that you need a pony who can cast it?” Twilight asked, potentially suffering from short term memory loss.

Applejack deadpanned at her friend, “It’s awful hot out…”

“Oh. OH! I’m sorry!” Twilight blushed and stammered.

“S’alright, hun. Naw the trouble recently has been with the heat and a certain male member of this family. We need to keep him locked up where no other ponies can get to him. But it’s also nice to have a backup if needed for emergencies,” Applejack leaned back in her chair, pushing her Stetson hat back a little.

“So, you want me as a bodyguard for your brother?”

“At least for the weekend since it’s the peak of season and all. If you can’t thought, Ah won’t hold it against you

“Well if it’s just that you want covered with a barrier, that’s no problem!”

“Well, shucks. Ah’d hoped it wouldn’t be.”

Twilight nodded, but then turned back to her friend, “The only thing is that I have to stay within a certain range for it to stay in effect. I don’t think I can hold it from inside town…”

“If’n you need to, yall are welcome to stay with us. Since Mac would be snug down in the cellar, Ah could take his room and yall could have mine,” Applejack said as she took another big swig of her infamous tea.

“I don’t mean to be a bother…” Twilight started.

“Ain’t nothin’ doin’, Twi. If yall need to be here to hold it, we got no problems with you stayin’ here,” Applejack just smiled at her friend.

Twilight knew her friend was being genuine and loving. She loved that about Applejack. Actually, she loved that about the whole Apple family. Honest to a fault and ready to help anypony in need. But the stubborn streak of pride ran through all of them as well, and Twilight had already had her run in with Applejack’s.

They hammered out the details of the plan and shook on it. Twilight would have to go back into town to get some of her personal things. She considered for a moment to ask if she could bring Spike when Applejack seemed to have read her mind and said that also wouldn’t be a problem. With that, Twilight left the farm and headed back to town.

Applejack waved at her friend as she left, the sun just getting to its highest point in the sky.

“Figured yall would’ve disagreed with that,” she said.

Mac came down the stairs. He’d been at the top, out of sight, but not out of earshot.

“Long as she’s takin’ them pills and actin’ right, ain’t no problem,” he snorted. “Soon as there is…”

“Ah know, Ah know,” Applejack lowered and shook her head. “If anythin’ goes wrong Ah’ll have her leave, okay?” She turned back to her brother. He just shrugged and went back up the stairs. AJ heard the door close and the bolts lock into place.

She couldn’t pin down what was causing a bad feeling in her gut, but her mind overruled it and the issue was dropped.

Twilight made it back into town later that afternoon. She arrived at the library and began packing some of her things into her saddlebags for her stay out at the farm.

“What’s up?” a little dragon’s voice called behind her.

“I’m going to stay out at Sweet Apple Acres for a few days. They need some help with some work,” she stated simply.

“You mean guard duty for Macintosh, right?” Spike quipped.

Twilight turned around, slightly angry, “As a matter of fact, yes, Spike.” He was always making jokes this time of year about the heat and its effect on the population in Ponyville. Growing up both as a dragon and in Canterlot still made the whole idea of heat seem silly to the little guy.

“Alright, alright,” he put his hands up defensively. “You didn’t have to get snappy.”

“I’m sorry,” she knelt down to him and hugged him. “I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugged. “When’s the last time you took your pill?”

“Yesterday morning at seven, why,” she nodded.

“You’re behind then by more than a day. One every twelve hours remember?” he pointed at a watch that suddenly appeared on his wrist. “I’d swear you’d forget to take that thing without me reminding you.”

“I’ll take it as soon as I get finished packing,” Twilight turned back to her packing. “Oh, Applejack offered to let you stay out there as well, if you wanted to come with me.”

“Who’s going to watch the library?”

Twilight had seen that coming, “I thought I would pass along the offer. If you want to stay and watch the library, that’s fine.”

“I’ll stay then. Maybe I can get this place straightened up in the time being. When are you coming back?”

“What’s today? Thursday?” she scratched her chin.

“Yup,” the little dragon replied.

“I’ll probably have to come back at least by Sunday. The heat is at its maximum this weekend, so I’ll be going back after a day here I suppose, just for a little while,” she contemplated.

“Well, alright.”

“So, you know the drill, Spike?”

“Yes, ma’am! Any messages from the Princess come straight to you ASAP!” he saluted.

“And?”

“Close up early and get my sleep…” he said grudgingly.

Twilight smiled and patted him on the head, “Good.”

With her bags packed, she tossed them onto her back and started down the stairs.

“Remember, if you need anything or if there are any problems, come and get me, okay?” she added.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” he crossed his little arms.

“Alright then. I’ll see you later,” she trotted to and out of the front door of the library. The little dragon watched her leave out the door before getting the alternate hours sign and posting it to the outside and closing the door.

Both had completely forgotten about the little pill bottle sitting on the unicorn’s desk in her room…

Twilight arrived back at the farm that evening, about an hour before sunset. She’d stopped by the general store for a few other items she might need during her stay at the farm, so her bags were a little bit heavy by the time she got there. She could see Applejack sitting at the kitchen table as she came up on the porch.

Applejack came to the door and opened it for her, “Come on in, sugarcube.”

Twilight did so, slumping her bags off next to the table, “Whew, those were starting to get heavy…”

“What do ya need all that for?” Applejack eyed the bags more questioningly than suspiciously.
“Most of it is just personal hygiene products and things of the sort. I also stopped by the store to get a few pouches of feed that boost magic power and concentration,” she said as she extracted said pouches and laid them on the table.

“Those actually work? Ain’t never tried ‘em mahself,” the farmer looked to her friend.

“The concentration booster does. At least the times I’ve tried it when pulling a late night of studying or for exams. Not sure about the magic booster though, so we’ll be finding out I suppose,” she giggled.

Applejack winked at the unicorn, “Don’t know why yall think you need it, Ah’ve seen firsthoof what you can do, girl.”

Twilight blushed at the compliment. She’d gotten better about taking them, but it still felt like it put her on the spot from time to time.

“Well, we was just about to start fixin’ supper. Yall fit to eat?” Applejack offered.

Twilight didn’t hesitate, “Sure am!”

No sooner than Applejack had mentioned it, Granny Smith and Applebloom came from wherever it was they were and began to help Applejack get supper started.

“Yall can go set your stuff up in my room and wait whilst we do the fixin’ here,” the orange pony nodded towards the stairs. “Go right at the top of the stairs, last room at the end of the hall.”

Twilight picked her bags back up and headed up the stairs. They creaked slightly under her hooves, undoubtedly squeaking their age to her. The upstairs looked nearly the same as the downstairs. Pictures of multitudes of relatives lined the walls, the same green striped wallpaper with apples and flowers printed on it covered what the pictures didn’t.

Following directions, she went right and down the hall. The door she was told about was open, and the light was on, even as sunset light poured in through the window to the right of the door, facing west. The room was a leather brown color, with the baseboards a stained pine wood, fitting for the western themed pony that dwelled within this room. Countless ribbons of all colors from Applejack’s conquest of rodeo shows were on the walls. Most were older than the others, a sign that the earth pony was either becoming less able or less interested in the matter. There was a bureau on the wall opposite the window; pictures of relatives adorned it along with some envelopes and notes. Applejack’s trusty rope hung on one end of the bureau. Twilight decided her bags could set next to the thing and wiggled them off her back. The sudden drop of weight pleasured her back.

After another glance or two around the room, Twilight began to unpack her things and set them on the bed. Her toothpaste and toothbrush, shampoo, hair brushes and other daily products made their way out of the bags. She’d brought a few books to read, just in case she got bored, but left them in the bags and out of the way. Something began to cross her mind about her…

“Soup’s on, Twi!” Applejack shouted up the stairs.

“Well that was quick,” she thought abruptly.

When she descended the stairs, she saw why. Mostly greens and carrots were on the table, a few apples on the plate in the middle of the table seemed to round out the selection.

“We got a couple of Granny’s pies in the oven, they’ll be done by the time we finish what’s in front of us,” Applejack nodded at the food already on the table.

“Sounds good! But, where’s Big Macintosh?” Twilight whipped her head around, not catching a trace of the red stallion.

“Already in the cellar with his supper,” Applejack put flatly.

“Ah made him his favorite, peas and cornbread!” Applebloom beamed.

Twilight smiled at the little one, but her mind wrestled with how the family could be so comfortable with such a situation. Then again, they’ve probably done similar things in the past.

After supper, Twilight went with Applejack to the cellar. They opened and closed the heavy oak door as they went in; the dimly lit area had been upgraded since Twilight last saw it. It had concrete floors and walls now which kept it very cool for the apples, but she felt it would be a touch too chilly for anypony trying to stay there.

Mac had made up a bed out of some haybales in the far corner of the cellar. He’d also brought a desk down which was strewn with papers that looked like they had to do with the business side of the farm. Other than that there were no other homey touches to speak of.

He was sitting at the desk scribbling figures onto some of the papers when they came down. Once they neared, he got up and nodded to Twilight.

“Miss Sparkle.”

“Macintosh,” she nodded back to him.

Applejack discussed with Mac how the situation was going to work. Twilight and Applejack would stay in the house, the former using a low level spell on the cellar door to tell whether or not it was being open and/or closed. If her spell broke outside of a given schedule, then they would come down and face whatever situation would lie before them. Applejack gave Mac the times that the spell would be lifted and the door could be opened for him to get out for a bit when he needed to and for how long. He looked it over before placing it upon the desk, front and center, for his immediate attention.

Twilight noticed that the usually laid back stallion seemed tense, even to the point that he kept a distance from her. She had, of course, heard the story of the aerial assault to claim the stallion by a couple of pegasus ponies that happened to be her friends, and the later spirited attempt by the socially inept of the pegasus duo to claim him during his stay in the hospital. She figured he had every right to be wary of mares at this point in time.

After making sure everypony was on the same page, the mares left Macintosh to his own devices. Applejack closed the heavy oak door to the cellar behind Twilight. Twilight then closed her eyes and dug into her mind for the barrier spell. A few moments later, she found it and cast the spell over the door.

“Time fer a test run,” Applejack grinned. She opened the door and sure enough, Twilight’s head buzzed slightly as the spell was broken.

“Good to go!” Twilight smiled.

“Ah ‘spose,” Applejack shrugged.

With that, the two mares crossed the yard in the moonlight back to the farmhouse.

Twilight pulled her brush through her mane with her magic while she sorted more of her things on the floor next to the bureau in Applejack’s room. A hoof tapped on the slightly closed door and she turned around to find Applejack without her Stetson and her mane let loose from her ties. The unicorn simply gawked at the natural beauty held by her tomboyish friend. She could be dazzling in the simplest ways.

“Sorry, hun. Jus’ needed to grab my brush,” the earth pony blushed.

“You brush your mane now?” Twilight asked, somewhat in shock and amusement. It took her back to the time that she had Applejack and Rarity over for her first sleepover ever, and it made her giggle on the inside.

“Outta curiosity Ah tried it after Rarity jus’ about bugged me to death over it. Not that Ah never had before, but only fer getting’ gussied up like fer the Gala and such…” Applejack confessed as she retrieved the brush before putting it in her mouth to carry.

“Would you like me to brush your mane for you?” Twilight offered. Why or to what end that offer played out of her mouth would never be understood.

Applejack looked befuddled. Eventually she let the brush out of her mouth and onto the bed.

“Ah ‘spose so. If yer offerin’ and all,” she said as she climbed onto the bed next to Twilight.

The unicorn set to work as soon as the earth pony became still next to her. The brush Applejack was about to leave with levitated into the air and began to pull at the tangles in the blonde mane of the weathered farmer.

“Yall sure it ain’t gonna drop the spell outside while you do this?”

“It’s okay, AJ. Magical multitasking is easy to do and I learned to do so at a very early age,” Twilight smiled.

“Well, comfort to know,” Applejack closed her eyes as the brush caught in her mane. Her body jerked slightly, pent up energies began to simmer to life.

“Sorry,” Twilight winced.

“S’alright. Feels good actually.”

Applejack had her face turned away from Twilight, and for good reason. She could feel the crimson on her face beginning. It wasn’t the actual act of her mane being brushed by someone else that was getting her excited, but the sensations the action created made her aware of what her body wanted.

“You have such a lovely mane,” Twilight said softly. “You should take more care of it.”

“Ah try, best Ah can at any rate,” Applejack was beginning to tense up a bit. Eventually she couldn’t bear much more without it becoming noticeable to Twilight, so she let out a small, albeit, ragged sigh.

“Are you okay?” Twilight stopped brushing.

“Y-yeah. Ah figure Ah should go now though,” she never turned to face Twilight. She got off the bed and went for the door.

“Applejack?”

Force of habit drove her to face back towards the unicorn.

“You don’t look okay…” Twilight said as she slid off the bed and came over towards her friend.

“Ah’m jus’ dandy, Twi. Jus’ gonna…go in here and go to bed,” Applejack tried not to look her friend in the face.

Twilight finally picked up on what was happening, “Oh. OH! I’m so sorry, I didn’t think it would…”

“S’alright, sugar. Ah didn’t expect it to either. It’s jus’ Ah like havin’ my mane pulled when…” crimson flushed over the country mare’s face.

Twilight wasn’t sure what to think. Her friend had just admitted a kink to her. Should she feel honored? Disgusted? Equally switched on?

“I didn’t realize you could get so…worked up suddenly,” she finally stammered out.

“Ah ain’t gonna hold it against you, sugarcube. It strikes me at rather odd times durin’ heat,” Applejack shook her head. “Anyways, Ah’m gonna hit the hay. See yall in the mornin’.”

Twilight watched her friend disappear down the hall to the opposite end and close the door behind her in what she was told was Macintosh’s room. She didn’t know exactly what to feel. She’d just turned her friend on so much she had to excuse herself. Twilight Sparkle had sexually turned on somepony else. That was new.

Twilight went back into the bedroom and mulled over this new information as she set about for bed herself. It was going to be an early morning, and she wanted to get plenty of rest to make sure she would be ready for tomorrow. A final check into the spell with her magic to test it and she was off to sleep.

Meanwhile, down the hall…

Why had she just told Twilight that? Applejack couldn’t believe she’d told one of her friends one of her biggest turn-ons during sex. She wasn’t one to discuss such subjects, not like Rarity or Pinkie Pie.

But that blip in time was not her worry, the pressure between her rear legs was mounting and she needed relief. She waited until Twilight had turned off the light down the hall, hoping that the unicorn was a heavy sleeper. It seemed like an eternity before that light went off. As soon as it did though, Applejack went over to the bed and immediately reached under it for her box.

Then she realized she wasn’t in her room.

Sumbitch… she scowled. Now what?

She couldn’t go back into her room and wake up Twilight just to get her “toys”. It wasn’t likely that Mac had anything remotely close to what she needed in his room. Her last option was to just hoof one out.

She grabbed the pillows and laid them against the headboard as to prop herself up slightly. She placed her hoof between her legs and began in slow rhythmic circles on her slit, taking special care to avoid her nub for now. If she got too worked up too fast, she would need the genuine article to satisfy her lust. For now, she just reveled in the electric sensations coming from her now moistened sex.

A small, quiet whimper escaped her lips. She immediately regretted it and bit her lower lip to keep any more such noises from escaping. She kept her pace on her circles, not getting too sped up quite yet. It wasn’t long before that delicious ache came from within her. She arched her back slightly and altered her movements to put more pressure on her lips, grinding into her hoof at the same time.

She wanted so bad just to let the sounds of pleasure roll out of her mouth, like she often did when she was by herself in the fields. It made the time all the more pleasurable. She kept the sounds buried though, increasing the pressure inside her body. That carnal desire began to take over her once deliberate movements. Her body was now moving on its own to satisfy itself. Eventually, her hoof grazed her nub and sent her reeling. Another moan escaped her mouth, but louder this time. She used her free hoof to pull one of the pillows out from behind her and put it over her face to muffle her moans that she knew she wasn’t capable of containing now.

It was just a few moments longer that her body kept up the sensations, until her hoof hit her clit and danced circles on it. Her eyes flung open, her lungs seized, aside from the sharp intakes of breath. Her back arched as much as it could, then her legs kicked wildly and her tail lashed side to side. Then she came, hard. When ponies talked about seeing stars when they came, they’d obviously not had them as well as she did. This was like a fiery volcano erupting after millennia of waiting. Pure passion, shared with nopony.

Her body jerked as her orgasm pulsed. She made choked sobs as she fought to breathe. Finally, she fell back into the bed. Her eyes glazed over for a moment as the world felt warm and fuzzy around her. Her tail twitched every now and again for a few minutes as she lay in her afterglow. It didn’t feel long enough for her, as her hunger came back just as strong as it had come on before.

This was going to be a long night for her.

Twilight woke up that morning before the sun even came up. It was hard to ignore that persistent rooster. And the fact she got little sleep that night didn’t help matters. It’s hard to sleep when you can hear your friend masturbating until she passes out…

That thought had an interesting effect on Twilight. It…turned her on. Twilight had almost caught herself clopping when the fear of being heard stopped her. She began to wonder how the heat was beginning to take hold of her when she-

THE PILLS! she screamed in her mind. She jolted out of bed and began searching her bags for the little bottle.

“Oh nonononononono!” she cried. She turned both of her bags inside and out, but her search was fruitless. She recalled that she neglected to get them from her desk. Then she recalled that she had been without one for over two days now.

She didn’t say anything of the matter though when she saw Applejack in the hallway. The farmer herself was chipper and had her usual attitude ready to go for the day.

“Breakfast is downstairs and waitin’ if you want some,” Applejack tilted her head towards the stairs.

“Oh? Good, good…” Twilight tried not to make eye contact with her friend.

“Yall alright, sugar?”

Twilight knew she couldn’t lie to Applejack, the Element of Honesty, “I forgot something back in Ponyville that I really, really need.”

“Like what?” the farmer asked, genuinely concerned.

“My heat pills…” the unicorn drew circles on the floor with her hoof.

“Aw, shucks, Twi. That’s okay. If ya need ‘em that bad, yall can go and get them. Or I can go for ya.”

“No! Nonono! I don’t mean to be a burden on you…” Twilight pleaded with her friend.

“Yall sure yall can handle the heat though? It ain’t no big deal for me to run into town and get ‘em for ya,” Applejack patted her friend’s shoulder.

“I-I’ll be fine,” Twilight sighed.

Applejack wasn’t too convinced, “Yall SURE? Ah ‘spose we can run a day without and see…”

“Yeah, I can do this. I can do this!” Twilight put on her face of determination.

“That’s the spirit. Ah’m gonna be out in the west fields today, picking up the plowing that Mac should be doing. So Ah’ll be gone all day until the evenin’.”

“If we should need you?” Twilight raised an eyebrow.

“Jus’ send lil’ Applebloom to get me. She’ll know where Ah’m at,” Applejack adjusted her Stetson before descending the stairs.

Twilight stood at the top of the stairs. Could she go without her pills? She certainly didn’t feel any different at the moment. It was now two days since she’d gone without one, so she should certainly be feeling any effects.

She shook her head to clear the issue for the time being and went down the stairs herself. Breakfast was indeed ready on the table. Homemade apple fritters and doughnuts, toast and jam, and oatmeal all wafted their aroma into her nose. The smell of coffee even found its way to her.

Oh glorious nectar of caffeine! Twilight was giddy as she came into the kitchen.

She’d half expected the youngest of the family to be up, but Applebloom was not to be found in the kitchen. Twilight spied the time on the clock as a quarter to six. A bit too early for the little filly yet. Granny Smith was putting away the tools she’d used to make breakfast while sipping on some of her coffee.

“Mornin’ youngin’,” she smiled at Twilight when she caught sight of her.

“Good morning,” Twilight returned the smile. “Everything looks delicious!”

“Well, help yerself! Strong ponies need a strong breakfast in the mornin’,” she said as she shuffled over to the table.

Twilight joined her after getting a cup of coffee for herself. She helped herself, alright, to the smorgasbord in front of her. Applejack’s family sure did know how to fix good food.

Applebloom eventually came out of her room and joined the other two at the table. She wasn’t very talkative. In fact, the filly looked like she’d rather be asleep. As she mechanically chewed at her breakfast though, she came to life.

Twilight had released the spell over the cellar door as soon as she woke up. Yet Macintosh had yet to make his way to the kitchen for breakfast. She found it strange for a family like the Apple’s to let him sleep in when everyone else was getting up early. Twilight brought it up, but Granny told her how with one pony down, the rest of the family had more work to do and, therefore, had to be up earlier and work longer to make up for it. Granny also added thought that this time of year there wasn’t much to be done except for some checking the fields and maintenance of the current crops, except where Applejack was plowing new fields to get ready for bean crop.

Twilight offered to help clean up after breakfast, but was pushed aside by both Granny Smith and Applebloom, both carrying on about her being a guest with her own job to do. With that, Twilight headed out the door and towards the apple cellar door.

She carefully knocked on the door, but no answer came. She waited for a bit before knocking on the door again, but still nothing. She raised her hoof to knock again…

“Yes?” a booming voice asked from behind her.

She jumped around, Macintosh standing there with a bucket of fresh water in front of him that he’d been carrying.

“I-I just came to see if you were up yet. I brought you breakfast since you didn’t come inside,” she pulled the plate she’d been levitating next to her in front of Macintosh that held a couple of fritters and some doughnuts for him.

“Didn’t have to go and bring me breakfast,” he said.

Twilight looked down suddenly, not sure why that hurt.

“Ah mean, Ah appreciate it. Jus’ not used to havin’ ponies wait on me,” he corrected his tone.

That made her feel better, but why? Why did his previous statement hurt? Why was she emotionally charged all of a sudden? Then it flashed to her mind, riiiiiight.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot or anything,” she grinned.

“Naw, it’s fine,” he took the plate from her magical grip, those purple eyes looking up at him, almost questioningly.

Both ponies suddenly became aware of the awkwardness of the situation and stammered reasons to get about their business. Mac shut himself up in the cellar and Twilight re-cast her spell over the door before going back into the house.

What was that? Twilight chided herself.

At this rate though, it looked like she might make a liar of herself to Applejack. Without her pills, Twilight was doomed to become as enthralled in the heat as the other mares in Ponyville. Although it was not that much of a problem in and of itself, any tendencies that Twilight had for a certain pony would quickly come to light and place her in the most embarrassing situation possible that her mind could conjure up.

Twilight went back up the stairs to mull over her options as to getting back to Ponyville. She could walk back to town and get them, but being gone from the farm for more than just half an hour was not an option for her given the nature of her stay at the farm as guard for Macintosh. She could have Applebloom run to town and have Spike get the pills to her and subsequently to Twilight. That seemed like an effective solution, but what if Twilight suddenly needed Applejack and couldn’t find her in time to stop any assault upon Macintosh by a raging mob of desperate mares? Finally, Twilight came upon the idea to teleport all the way back to the library, grab the pills and teleport all the way back to the farm. She’d done long distance teleportation before, but not to one point and back again.

With little room for further argument, Twilight winked herself out of existence at the farm.

She reappeared in her bedroom, dizzy from the amount of energy that the spell required to traverse such a distance. Pushing the limitation of her body aside, she set about looking for her pills. She checked her desk, the last place she’d seen them, but to no avail. Then her bed. Nothing. Then her closet. Nothing. The bookcase. Nothing. Her secondary desk. Nothing.

Where…Where could they be? she bit her bottom lip in frustration.

“Those pills are no fun, Twilight!” a very familiar, bubbly voice called from behind her. Twilight slowly turned around. Sure enough…

The pink pony dynamo of Ponyville, Pinkie Pie, stood there next to the her window wearing her usual carefree grin.

“What did you do, Pinkie? I needed those!” Twilight began to storm towards her bouncy companion.

“I crushed ‘em up and threw the dust in the wind! Those things ruin all the fun you could be having, so I got rid of them for you!” Pinkie continued to smile.

Twilight knew better than to try and push the issue further, but this was too far, even for Pinkie.

“Why?”

Pinkie’s smile dropped as she raised a hoof to her chin, “Gee, Twilight. I just wanted to show you what a good time you’re missing out on this time of year!”

“I need those to help wa-“

“Watch over Big Mackie! I know!” Pinkie’s grin remained, but Twilight could tell there was a devious plot behind this.

…not THAT kind of plot, Twilight! Celestia, two days without a pill and you’ll rut your best friends? Twilight tried to hold face.

“Wait…. Have you never been through heat before Twilight?” Pinkie suddenly became very concerned, or so she made it seem.

Twilight blushed, “Having spent my first few seasons in Canterlot, no. We have magic to keep ponies normal during season, so I never paid any mind to it.”

Pinkie just blinked.

“Celestia sent the pills to me for my first season here last year and recommended I stay in the library as long as I could during the season, so I did. And the same this year. B-but I’ve only been without the medication for two days and now I’m getting all sorts of…improper…thoughts running through my head and my body-“

She was silenced by a pink hoof to her mouth.

“It’s okay, Twilight. Those things are natural. The fun part is just beginning for you,” Pinkie’s eyes went half lidded as she looked deeply into Twilight’s eyes.

Twilight’s face suddenly grew hot. Her tail swished around uncontrollably. Pinke’s muzzle was mere centimeters from her own, her breath hot on her face.

Then, Pinkie pulled back all bubbles and smiles again, “Geez, Twilight! I’m just messing with you!” she giggled.

Joke or not, that had Twilight feeling…lustful. And that was scary.

“Ready to go back to the farm?” Pinkie tapped her friend on the forehead.

“WhaaaAAAAAAHHHHHH-“ Twilight’s world went sideways, jolting to a halt as suddenly as it had started. Now she felt sick…

“Weee! We’re here now!” Pinkie bounced towards the farmhouse.

“How?” Twilight started.

“Physics, smhysics… I’m Pinkie Pie!” the party pony continued bouncing towards the house.

As if on some terrible cue, Applejack came barging out the front door of the house.

“Hiya Applejack!” Pinkie stopped as soon as she saw the farmer.

“Stop. Right there. I’ll deal with you in just a second,” the orange pony didn’t even look at the party pony as she passed her up.

Pinkie did as she was told and sat on her rump without question.

“Where the hay have you been?” Applejack glared at Twilight.

“I-I’m sorry Applejack. I had to go into town and get my medication for…oh I’m so sorry. I couldn’t find it,” Twilight shrunk against her friend.

“Well…fine. Ya should jus’ let me know about it for you jus’ run off without sayin’ so,” Applejack softened. Then the farmer turned back to Pinkie, “What’re yall doin’ here?”

“I brought Twilight, silly!” she pointed a pink hoof to the unicorn.

“Well, fine. Now git on out of here,” the farmer pointed a hoof back towards town.

“Okey dokey lokey!” the pink pony said as she bounced away.

Applejack and Twilight watched her go until she disappeared from sight.

“Now, let’s go on back inside before anything else interestin’ happens,” Applejack snorted.

“If you don’t mind my asking, but weren’t you supposed to be plowing right now?” Twilight offered the question gingerly.

“Somepony had to pry Rainbow off the cellar door.”

Twilight shrunk again, “Sorry.”

“S’alright. Main boom on the plow cracked anyhow, can’t be plowin’ ‘til it’s fixed or we get a new one.”

“Sooooo…” Twilight probed her friend for the new itinerary.

“So now we sit and wait fer the next mare to come round these parts,” Applejack said simply as she walked through the front door. “Speakin’ of, didn’t you say you couldn’t find your pills?”

Twilight sighed, “I looked. I must’ve misplaced them or lost them on the way here.” Twilight neglected to mention the fact that Pinkie had sabotaged them.

“Well, we’ll getcha through it, hun.”

They both sat at the kitchen table, waiting for anything to happen outside.

“How?” Twilight finally asked after a moment.

Applejack chuckled and put her hooves behind her head, tilting her Stetson down over her eyes. A rather devious and disturbing grin, however, was not covered.

“Oh, we got ways of that.”