I was pleased that computers were now available. All 5 of my friends were excited for them to be ready, since Ebony would now be able to work from Ponyville. As usual, Pinkie had a party planned, but none of us were sure about actually going: the air around town had begun to smell strongly of mares. Like, really strong. Inferno had his wings stretched out for the whole time we'd gone out to get some food. Despite not being effected by many things related to pony anatomy and hormones, due to our transformation over a year before from humans to ponies, Estrus, we found out, had a VERY strong effect on us. I was mostly surprised by the fact that stallions still roamed the streets as though nothing was happening. I was horribly confused: how could you POSSIBLY not care that mares were getting desperate?! Even fucking Big Macintosh had realised the problem, and he was one of the first to approach us. The stallion was keeping an eye out for something, most likely suprise buttsecks, but still approached us looking sincere.

"Fellas," he began. It was the first time we'd heard him speak for ages. "Gustav's Bar, 3rd stall from the fire exit, 11 o' clock. Tha's all." Then, with no further words, he turned and trotted off, looking skyward to where Thunderlane was normally perched. My friends and I looked at each other.

"The hell was that about?" Inferno asked, still trying to force his wings down.

"Beats the shit outta me." Ebony snorted. "I'm assuming it's 'stallions only', probably to do with Estrus."

"Hmm, I guess it could be." I replied, following Sky. "Good thing the Hunting store just received its newest shipment of enchanted tranquilizer darts." I received blank looks.

"And you know this, because...?" Fire trailed off.

"Faith." I replied matter-of-factly. "She's here. I did enlist her services. Never met her, she does her services quietly, but still delivers the news I need when I need it. Plus, I get a discount, because Clan Perks." Sky's ears pricked up.

"Hm. I smell a mare nearby." he murmured. We stopped.

"How close?" I asked. He sniffed the air again.

"Eh, over there. Wait, there's another." he whispered quickly. "And another! More! Holy Shit, they've surrounded us!" He crouched down, taking up defensive positioning. We stared at him for his colossal autism.

"Oh my god, Sky." Solar grunted, slapping him. "WE'RE IN AN OPEN SPACE. ARE YOU BLIND?" I had to agree the green Pegasus was being pretty stupid. We were in, by all measures, a field. An open, empty, completely foliage-free field.

"B-But they're here!" he replied. "You just can't see them!"

"Because they've evolved invisibility." Ebony finished, using a Morgan Freeman voice. We laughed, except Sky.

"No! They're using magic! I-I can smell them!" Sky continued his stammering for a few seconds, and we ignored him. Just as I began to trot away, there came muffled cries from behind. Instantly, I turned, and saw white rags being placed over the snouts of Sky, Fire, and Solar. Ebony and Inferno looked at me as the other three went limp and were dragged away by unknown forces, and we all knew what we were thinking.

"Run?" I asked.

"Run." Ebony nodded.

"I agree completely." Inferno added.

Then, we did what all best friends do, and left three of us to get raped whilst we legged it.

Eleven o' clock. Gustav's Bar, third cubicle from the fire exit.

Ebony, Inferno, and I leaned on the table with beers in hoof. The back door was open, allowing crickets to chirp quietly. However, all around the bar, stallions stared at us as though we were doing something. I rolled my eyes. "What the hell is this about?" I grunted. Doctor Whooves cleared his throat.

"Well, ha, right." he began. "Now, I'm aware that you are all wondering why you're here?" We all nodded. "Good! Right, now, it's fairly obvious to discern that you all have some problem with estrus, is this to be assumed?" We nodded again, quiet mutterings coming through all the stallions. "Good. Right. Here's why you're all here. For the past...forever, as far as I'm concerned, stallions are pretty much abused during estrus. We're the kinky sex dolls that have to do it by LAW, otherwise we're done for assault or cowardice and fined, then sent back out. I'm likely assuming you all think this is unfair." We all let out a grunt of approval, some of us raising out hooves to punctuate our agreement. "So that's why a few of us have gotten together and proposed something, something NO stallion in history has ever done successfully. All of us are going to escape the heat." There came a ripple of murmurings from all of us, but Ebony, Inferno and I remained quiet. We had no say in this, and didn't really care.

"Now, I'm aware all of you think we'll get in trouble for this, and that IS the idea!" Whooves continued, raising his voice a tad. "Think of this as, ah, a protest if you will. Against our unfair treatment! Tonight, you are gathered to volunteer to make history, volunteer against a cruel law, and volunteer for our FREEDOM!" Literally, at the mention of the word 'freedom', we exploded into cheers. Well, Everypony but us. I kept my head rested on my hoof, and thought.

Hmm...what if it isn't...us? The stallions in the house might disappear, but maybe, by chance, 3 strangers trot into town, and begin snooping the town. It may raise some female eyebrows, sure, but maybe not enough for them to go wild. A trilby, fur dye, mane dye, and a bit of magic and disguising could work wonders. Fedora Brow. No, Trilby Bow. Yeah, that sounds good. Hmm. Trilby Bow. Sounds...original. Huh. Maybe I'll think of this later. Right now, let's get ready to escape.

Author's Note

Well, here you go.
I mean, I WAS intending to give out free Distinctive Lack of Hue paint to all readers if I received 100 friend requests on Steam by now, but noooo, this is all you get.
Cruel, I know?
Plus, the Mane-iac is adorable.