Chapters Applejack woke up terribly sweaty. Slightly shaky she retrieved her blanket from where she had tossed it during the night and made her bed. She took the time to carefully fold down the corners as she forced herself to perform normal behaviour.
With jittery hooves she brushed the heavier than usual tangles out of her blond mane. A quick splash of cool water from the basin over her cheeks and she started to feel almost equine again.
She scooped her hat from the foot of the bed up onto her head. She took a moment to wrap a red bandana around her neck. Just to be polite.
At the breakfast table there sat four bowls of hot porridge. Granny Smith napped quietly as she waited for hers to cool. Apple Bloom ate hers with indelible energy. Macintosh ate his slowly while calmly reading a newspaper.
Applejack took her seat in front of her bowl. She reached across the table to grab the sugar next to her brother with his bold and handsome features, slow dreamy gaze that could devour whole any silly little filly he cared to rest them upon... and dragged the sugar bowl closer so that she could sprinkle some onto her breakfast.
Sufficiently sweetened her breakfast was still a little on the hot side. She reached again across the table to grab the milk that was right next to her brother with his hard chiseled, muscled body that was wrapped in a thick lustrous coat that glowed with delicious, seething, pounding, hot, sweaty, masculine vigour...
Macintosh bolted. The front door slammed shut. He probably wouldn't stop running till he made it to the relative safety of the far eastern fields.
“Ah wonder what got into him?” Apple Bloom asked in puzzlement.
Applejack pulled the milk across the table and poured a dollop into her porridge.
Half a breakfast latter there came a knock at the door.
“Hi, I was in the neighbourhood and I just thought I'd drop by...” Carrot Top started to explain.
The farm pony, grabbed her rope from beside the door.
“And I was wondering if I could maybe grab a cup of coffee and we could visit,” she ended with a somewhat forced smile.
The lash of the rope caught Carrot across the neck. With a startled whiny the mare fell onto her haunches.
“Git!” Applejack barked.
“B,but I just...” she stammered.
“I know what yer after and ya ain't getting any here!”
The frightened mare ran off. A few more lashes of the rope followed her as encouragement.
“And don't come back till it's through!”
With a huff Applejack left to get an early start on her chores.
“Ah wonder what got into her?” she heard Apple Bloom mutter as she walked out the door.
* * *
Considering how much of a sweat the blond mare was working up, she was getting terribly little work done. It just wasn't fair. It was all this blasted sunlight.
The tension just kept building up inside of her making her ache. But she was an Apple and that meant she couldn't let little things like this get to her. She was made of the sternest stuff that ever was.
She gave a tree a good hard buck to get the apples shaking down. Letting a little of her frustration bleed off into it.
There was an audible crack.
She had shredded the bark. She hadn't done that in years. The ravaged wound in the tree freely bled sap.
The disgraced apple farmer retreated from her orchard in shame.
There was a pleasant pond on the Apple property. As it was primarily melt fed it managed to be especially cold long into the summer. Discarding her hat at the water's edge she dived into the clear water.
The resulting hiss of steam was probably her imagination run wild.
The shock of cold on her nethers was very real though. She writhed patiently while her body slowly reacted to the situation by withdrawing blood from said nethers. Slowly bit by bit she began to calm down.
She could almost think a whole thought without breaking off into daydreaming about something masculine and powerful on her back holding her down as he took her...
Applejack swallowed her accumulated saliva and back stroked out to the centre of the pond.
She drifted for a while, forcing herself to relax. Wishing the awful achy moodiness would just go away.
After having wasted enough of her day soaking the pony made her way back to shore.
Something was there. Sitting next to her hat. Patiently waiting. It's eyes on her.
It had a brown mane and was wearing clothes. Shoes rather boots.
Making sure to keep her backside submerged in the cold, cold water and standing up straight to make sure that the stranger could see the red bandana around her neck the pony addressed the creature.
“Howdy, I don't reckon you can tell me what ya are doin' on ma farm?”
“Hi, um, I'm kinda new here?” The gangly creature replied in a somewhat masculine voice.
“New, ya say?” she replied. She intentionally touched the bright red piece of cloth at her collar.
“Yeah, I was kinda wondering if I could get a helping hand?”
“If ya want apply fer a job, you can come back on Tuesday. Ah'll be happy to give ya a talking about it then. I advise finding yer way on own, till then.”
“Ah, thanks, thanks a lot actually. I'm Mike.”
“An ah'm Applejack, nice to meet ya.” She straight up pulled on the bandana this time. Just to get the hint across.
“Applejack, like the liqueur?” The gangly creature stood up, revealing some modest amount of muscle under it's curious smooth hairless hide. He seemed determined to be friendly with her.
“Yeah, like the liqueur.” Actually the beverage in question was named after her. But she found herself speaking a half truth, just to agree with him. This was odd because her frustration for the past few days was making it hard for her not to snap angrily at everypony.
Except this gangly, two legged critter wasn't exactly a pony now was he? And he was a he.
He wasn't a stallion, no not at all. Not the mountain of hard muscle wrapped in bristly fur that her body was craving. But...
She never really talked about it much but she had eaten a pear once. It wasn't an apple. Not even close. But she reckoned that if you couldn't eat an apple and you really needed an apple, then maybe a pear might tide you over for a little while.
“Yeah, that's what I reckon you is. A juicy little pear.”
“...What?”
“Ah... Nothin'.... So,” Applejack slipped the red bandana off as she stepped out of the pool and toward her new visitor, “Ya don't have anywhere ya need be, tonight?”
“I, ah, no, I don't have anywhere to be actually.” The stranger laughed and looked away for a moment. “Kind of part the whole new thing.”
“I reckon that you're gonna have to stick around here then...” Her hips worked a little sashay as she stalked toward her victim.
“That's a really generous offer, I don't really know how to thank you for your hospitality.”
She sat down next to the creature and pressed her damp coat against his side. “Don't ye fret none, hospitality is the Apple family way.”
Almost automatically he took his flipper things on the ends of his arms and started running it over her coat pressing out the excess water like a towel.
“Thank ye.”
The lanky creature blushed, but kept working her fur.
“Ah think ye might be being a little forward about this though...”
The creature called Mike stopped and pulled away it's versatile flipper things. “I, I didn't mean...”
“Oh, relax ah can understand yer bein' a randy critter. But just understand as it might offend some folks sensibilities,” the pony teased.
“No, no, I am not, definitely not like that in anyway.”
“Actually, Ah should go, tell ponies around here to look out for a right randy critter. So as they can secure their homes an such. Civic duty and all that...” The mare got up and started to walk away.
“Wait!” The panicked creature lunged and grabbed her, trying to pin her.
She let it.
He was behind her achingly close, Those funny flippers pressed against her withers pushing her into the ground. She automatically spread and settled her hind legs a little and bent her thighs carefully lining herself up.
“This how ya like it?” She glanced backwards with a sly little grin.
Mike blushed. He stammered. He was kinda cute. In a hairless, flipper hooved, flat faced kind of way...
Except she really needed him to stop being cute and plow her field!
She waited for as long as her patience could last before making her ultimatum.
“Mike? Are ya going to do this here job or am ah gonna have to take these matters into ma own hooves?” Applejack snarled, soon after the poor boy's tongue had gotten all tied.
Michael hastily complied.
There was an agonizing wait while clothing was moved aside before an oddly shaped stallion hood was pressed against her slick entrance.
And then Applejack winked. Her vagina flexed open and gripped down on the erect phallus. Like a hungry toothless animal taking a bite.
She felt the creature flinch. What was worse though was that he didn't start breeding her.
“Ya got a job to do. Best do it.”
Finally, oh sweet Celestia finally. At long last this itch was getting scratched. He was kinda small but she didn't really care. Well, she could look past it. This was fantastic.
Applejack finally felt her mind relax. The terrible screaming in her ears was gone. All she had to do was let it happen.
She actually kind of felt bad about abusing the poor critter like that. She then realized she hadn't even asked what kind of critter he was. She'd have to ask just as soon as he was done.
The farm pony decided that the only way to make up for her wrongdoing in this matter was to give him a place to stay and a job. She smiled confident that this was the right decision.
She was startled from her revelry by a rather frugal jet of semen and her new employee slumping to the ground in drowsy afterglow.
He was done.
She was very, very much not done yet.
The the sudden return of her tension was painful after it's brief absence.
Applejack pinned the creature to the ground with a hoof on his sternum and took his member into her mouth. She suckled on it hungrily, like a limp teat.
“Wait, just give me a minute,” he struggled feebly against the near infinite mass of Applejack. “Just a minute... Ah!”
A few minutes of listening to his whimpering was all it took to get his penis back into shape.
This time she straddled him. Pinning him down at the shoulders with her hooves and bobbing up and down on his member.
It was an odd position. But she soon began to appreciate it. It took a few minutes for her new lover to stop squirming and trying to get away.
Once again the strain on Applejack's mind began to fade.
“Ah'm sorry about this. Ah'm just not feeling myself right now. That time of th' year an all.”
“Please don't hurt me...” Mike whined pathetically.
“Just you stay like this for tha next... few... hours...” Applejack gave a deep sigh and picked up her pace a little. A friendly and reassuring smile spreading across her face. “And Ah should be able to let ya go.”
He actually managed to do just that for a while. It was fairly fairly impressive for something that wasn't an earth pony.
But that stick of fake stallion meat eventually did start to go soft on her.
She had to give him a good smack to get his attention. She hit him in sternum as that was the only place she figured could take a good whack without breaking.
“Focus there critter, ya only gotta do one job. Ah'll take care of the rest. Don't ya dare let me down. This crop is almost in.”
The motivation proved sufficient and the earth pony was able to relax and just pound into him.
“Oh, apple fritters!” The words where wrenched violently from her mouth as her insides convulsed. “Sweet Princesses!” she gasped.
She hadn't been ready for that. Her right hoof had never been able to make her feel like that. It was just incredible.
She didn't just feel like herself again as the agonizing tension bled out of her, she felt better then she ever had before.
With a happy sigh she dismounted, pulled a now completely and entirely limp Mike up onto her back and headed off towards the homestead.
* * *
“What's up with him?” asked Apple Bloom displaying an amazing lack of tact as well as timing.
Applejack looked over her shoulder at the unconscious, battered and partially unclothed whatsit.
“He's mah new worker. It's his first day on the job and I kinda tired him out,” Applejack replied truthfully.
“Okay,” replied the filly displaying an amazing lack of insight.
It was evening when Rarity finished off the last dress in her back order. It was that time of year when a grown mares attentions turned away from such gentle and cultured pursuits as fashion and became focused on... well other things.
For the pale and elegant unicorn it meant that she could finally catch up on all her extra work.
She levitated over a cup of mint tea and took a pleased sip while she reviewed the dozen finished dresses that lined up file and rank across her work room floor. The sure satisfaction of her accomplishment, seeing the finished work. It gave her a warm and pleasant feeling. A kind of fulfilling satisfaction...
With a quick glance she made sure that the thick and dark drapes had remained closed during the day.
Yes, just like yesterday and the day before, Rarity had managed to stay out of the light of the sun. She gave a little sigh of relief. Her mind was still her own.
She knew she couldn't put if off forever but the whole thing was just so icky.
Not that she didn't prepare. Even now her isolation room was stocked with food, beverage and an entire book case of romance novels. And a little something extra just to be sure.
For a lady of Rarity's quality only a Prince would do. She was quite firm on waiting for it.
Somepony knocked on her door. The door that clearly said closed and listed the time that the boutique would once again be open.
The fashionista set down her tea and mentally braced herself before heading downstairs to see who it was. In all likelihood her visitor would be one of her friends. Well. One of her friends but um... how to say... extremely frustrated.
“Howdy.” The blonde farm pony at the door blushed and offered a timid smile.
“Applejack?” Oddly her visitor was very much not frustrated. Embarrassed perhaps but not the seething ball of hormones that Rarity was expecting. It was a small triumph of tact that the pale pony didn't append “You had sex,” to her question.
“Can Ah come in?”
“Of course darling, of course,” Rarity made sure that she remained out of contact with the sun's fading rays as she welcomed her friend. “What brings you here at this late hour?” Oh please let it be gossip, oh please, please, please...
“Well ya see... There was this feller...” The farm pony began and promptly stalled.
“And you would require some advice?” Rarity attempted to sound vaguely disinterested and held her head in an aloof manner but her ears remained firmly pointed at Applejack in terror of missing even the smallest scrap of this juicy story.
“That too...” Applejack reached into her saddle bags and pulled out a set of garments in a dreadful state of disrepair.
Enveloping the clothing, no tatters she amended, in her magical field Rarity inspected the what remained.
They told a quite interesting story. Grass stains compounded with ground in dirt told of extensive friction. The tears and the missing sections spoke of the violent manner of their removal. Assembled they spoke of a curious non-equine shape.
“The poor dear...” Rarity whispered as the story unfolded before her minds eye.
Applejack blushed in guilt.
“Where is this creature now?”
“He's at ma farm. Ah set him up in the farm worker's shed. Ah'll be giving him a job just as soon as he calms down some.”
“Of course, of course,” Rarity replied somewhat distantly, “One must take responsibility for ones actions. I'd expect nothing less from a pony as upstanding as yourself.”
“He seems real hung up on clothes for some reason. Ah don't think he'll start to calm down till he gets 'em fixed...”
“I can't fix these.”
Applejack floundered helplessly for a moment.
“There isn't enough to work with here. I'll have to make a new ensemble. I'll need his measurements.”
“He's had a hard day.”
“If clothing is as important to him as you say, then we'll simply have to disturb him a little more.” Rarity hardened her features. She would do her part to help make amends to this poor creature for this abuse and she would brook no excuses.
* * *
Rarity entered a dark and spartan shed located on the edge of Sweet Apple Acres, while Applejack waited out of sight by the door. The row of beds where all empty except for one.
It was after planting and before harvest, so there was no call for extra help at the farm. It was rather convenient in a terrible sort of way.
In the one occupied bed was a huddled figure, hiding in the blankets. It twitched faintly in time to the sound of her well manicured hooves clicking on the clean wooden floor.
Rarity sat by the side of the bed and waited.
This was really more Fluttershy's area of expertise, but Rarity felt she could handle this on her own. Especially since the yellow mare in question was currently sequestered in a cloud house on the edge of town for obvious if unmentioned reasons.
“It wasn't supposed to be like this,” the creature confided to her in a cracking voice after a lengthy delay. “It wasn't.”
“Applejack will do her best to do right by you. You have no need to fear.”
“She... she stole my clothes.” The creature confided. His voice echoed with curious import and suggesting curious unknown implications.
“She brought them to me for their repair. But I can't fix them. I must make new ones.”
“How long?” There was despair and helpless fury in it's voice.
“For this situation? Before the sun rises.”
“I... Thank you. Very much.”
“I'll need your measurements though.”
After a long pause the creature slowly began to unwind out of his fetal curl and stood. He kept the blanket wrapped around himself and clutched it tightly.
He was tall. Taller then she had expected. Biped. It had a mane but no coat to cover it's naked skin. No wonder the thing was big on clothes. And it had weird little flipper claw things instead of hooves. It was thin though. Like it was stretched vertically.
He was covered in abrasions and bruises. Applejack had clearly not taken it easy on the creature.
Rarity wrinkled her nose in disgust. He was still stained with dirt and veritably reeked of Applejack's lust.
Her magic field grasped a basin and a clean washcloth from a corner of the room.
Without comment or explanation Rarity began to bath the creature.
“Stop.”
The pale fashionista complied but her eye brow asked a question.
“I'm Mike.”
“Rarity. May I continue?” She wanted to get this part over with as quickly as possible.
“Okay,” the creature replied after a long sigh.
Rarity quietly cleaned the wounds and washed away the physical reminders of his ordeal. Soon she was able to divest him of the blanket so that she could continue her ministrations.
“Thank you,” Rarity did not meet the creatures eyes as she worked. “For your trust. This must be a rather trying experience.”
Mike did not respond.
Wrapped in a pale blue glow the washcloth wrapped around the poor creature's much abused stallion-hood.
Rarity noticed the wince of pain and the member's half-hearted attempt at stirring.
“I am glad to see that she didn't break you completely.” Rarity and the creature shared an awkward smile.
She finished the bath and took his measurements. He remained silent but proved highly compliant.
* * *
With last nights emergency commission completed and delivered and her back orders cleared no one needed Rarity for anything. And that meant it was finally time for the professional and hardworking clothes horse to do what she'd been idly day dreaming about for weeks.
Tall ice cold glass of apple cider, with straw and umbrella? Check.
Stylish red scarf? Check.
Lawn chair? Check.
The brilliant and invigoratingly warm rays of the sun? Oh yes.
Rarity idly sunbathed for hour on end. The warming feeling growing on her coat and in her chest was so enjoyable that she didn't even need a romance novel for entertainment. Or to inspire a growing blush on her cheeks.
For the entire duration of the daylight hours the pony simmered happily.
After the sun had finally set. Rarity drunkenly made her last minute preparations. Mostly putting up a sign that said “Taking a research break. Be back next week.” in her store window.
Rarity made, slightly tipsy, progress down into her basement past her storage of old clothes projects and into her carefully prepared isolation room. She set the charge on the lock, stepped into the room and closed the door.
Collapsing onto the bed feeling terribly please, she fully intended to nap straight through the first long stretch of her coming estrus.
“Um... hi...”
Rarity rolled over sleepily.
“The door's stuck...”
The unicorn pressed a pillow over her head with her hooves.
“I just thought you might wanna know,” Mike blathered on moronically.
The pale mare of grace and poise gave a frustrated growl.
“I'm sorry, I didn't really mean to intrude on you like this,” Mike pulled hard on the door a few times, failing to move the magically reinforced object.
She was going to strangle him. Yes that is what she would do.
“I just wanted to get away from Applejack and you seemed like a nice person so I thought maybe I could hide out here for a while... This door is really stuck.” Mike gave a nervous laugh.
“Because it is locked.”
“Could you unlock it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It is a time delay lock. It will remain locked for the next four days.”
“Why did you lock yourself into a room for four days,” Mike was starting to sound nervous.
“To keep myself, for my prince.”
“What?”
“I'm in heat, you empty headed imbecile.”
“What does that mean exactly?”
“It means that I can either kill you now and spend the next four days in the company of your corpse or I can breed you.”
“This was a poorly informed decision on my part then.”
“Indeed.”
“What should I do?”
Rarity sat up. One eye twitched.
“Darling... There is a bottle of wine in the top left cupboard. I advise pouring us each a glass,” she growled through clenched teeth.
Fluttershy was not a happy pony. She felt gross. Her mane was plastered all over her face and her coat squelched with sweat. And she couldn't seam to catch her breath.
This time of year had always been especially hard for the yellow pegasus.
Oh sweet Celestia was she hot.
She poked listlessly at her hard metal collar. It chaffed and itched. And the blinking red lights were keeping her awake.
Well it wasn't accurate to say that it was always hard on her. Last year had actually been a lot of fun.
A smile spread across the Fluttershy's lips. This year would be fun too. In fact hadn't she been patiently waiting? Hadn't she made special notice?
Everything was ready to go. Today was the day.
But that wasn't what a good, nice, normal pony would do. A nice pony like Fluttershy should wait patiently for just one more day. Then this whole gross and disgusting event would be done with.
After much internal struggle Fluttershy decided to tough it out in her cloud house of isolation. She gave a proud and determined nod at herself for coming to the correct decision.
Unfortunately the pegasus mare was already in flight, looking down at Ponyville spread submissively beneath her as she sought out her target.
Of course there was only one target. The same target as last year. The same pony that was responsible for the mechanical warning collar around her neck.
But no. Fluttershy wasn't going to do anything... bad. No, not at all. She was just going to drop by and... Apologize for her behaviour last year. Yes, exactly.
In a spray of cobblestones the dainty pegasus landed in the streets of Ponyville. She couldn't see anypony, in fact there was no motion except for the red light of her collar clicking on and off of the buildings around her.
The door to Carousel Boutique opened with the sound of snapping metal under the slightest pressure of Fluttershy's hoof.
“Rarity? Are you home?”
The air inside the dress shop teased her with a slight lingering odour of the fashionista. Not the perfume that she used to hide herself with. But the delicious taste of her sweat.
The yellow mare stalked through the room.
“Where are you, Rarity?”
She checked up stairs in the bedroom.
“I just want to talk to you.”
She took a moment to frolic in the scent of her bed. She moaned in anticipation as she rubbed herself against the satin sheets.
But the scent was cold.
She searched through workrooms and checked the attic.
She knew Rarity was ready for her. The yellow mare had watched her sunbathing the day before, patiently waiting like a foal watching a cake rise in the oven.
Now it was time for Fluttershy to have a piece. Of cake. With tea. Nothing wrong with that. And to apologize about last year.
Last year when she had pinned that wonderfully tasty mare down while she whimpered about her prince. Last year when Fluttershy had finally learned what it was she really wanted. When she had learned how exactly she was different from other mares.
Rarity had pressed charges. Put her in this collar.
So now was her chance to make amends. To apologize. To make her understand.
That was why she was going down into the basement. That was why she definitely wasn't thinking about all the things she was about to do to Rarity or about all the things she was going to make Rarity do to her.
There was the scent. The wonderful smell of Rarity in heat.
Fluttershy gave a little shudder and pressed her thighs together.
Yes. Just to apologize. Nothing wrong with that.
The yellow mare found the metal security door. It had a timer on it.
Fluttershy ripped it out of the wall.
“Hello, Rarity.”
Somewhere in the cloud of dry wall dust there came a reply.
“Why, hello Fluttershy. I must say that I am quite pleased to see you.”
The yellow mare paused. Something was wrong. Something was missing.
“How... so?”
“Well you see darling, I've found myself in a bit of a jam here. I've been somehow saddled with the care of this most unusual creature and I fear that I haven't been been able to take very good care of it. Because of the circumstances you see.”
Rarity wasn't stressed. Rarity wasn't in heat. Rarity had performed sex! Rarity had performed sex without Fluttershy!
And there was a creature of some sort in need of care.
Fluttershy flickered like a strobe light between murderous rage and maternal care.
Wrapped in a blanket, wrapped in a pale blue magic field, a creature, absolutely pathetic in it's appearance, was presented to her.
“Please, you have to get me out of...” it managed to say before Rarity jammed a gag into it's mouth.
“It is in desperate need of recovery and care. I can't think of anypony better suited to the task then yourself.”
Fluttershy ground her teeth.
“It is why I love you, darling.”
The yellow mare flinched as though slapped.
“Perhaps we should make an appointment for next year?”
With a frustrated hiss the winged equine retreated from the field carrying her new charge.
* * *
Fluttershy's cottage was abandoned. Her menagerie of animal friends were off enjoying a lakeside vacation. So it was in absolute privacy that she placed damaged creature in her bed. And she didn't have to worry about any cries of favouritism.
After a vigorous brushing that did little to smooth her mane and a quick effort to scrub away the drywall dust the mare began to feel a little more normal.
Still twitching slightly she got her first aid kit as well as a basin and cloths.
She wanted to stop for a snack but there was some important things she had to take care of with her new patient. Then she could let it rest. More importantly get some rest herself. Rarity's clever little gambit to evade her attentions had left her extremely aggravated.
With a tired sigh she took stock of her patient.
Brown mane, no coat, biped, bruises, scrapes and squirming against the ropes it was tied in.
Fluttershy was good with knots. Freeing the creature was the first step. It proved to have some nasty rope burns. She started washing and bandaging the limbs first.
“Thank you, I can't tell you what this means to me...”
“Sh.”
“They're all mad. I was so scared. Please you have to help me...”
“Quiet.”
Tears rolled down Fluttershy's face. The hot delicious smell of Rarity in heat. She pressed her nose into it.
“No... please don't...”
“I said quiet,” Fluttershy snarled.
The poor abused flesh... She didn't care about that. Not right now. Tenderly, lovingly she licked the taste of aroused mare off of his groin. He struggled a little. Even quietly sobbed. But this was all that poor Fluttershy was going to get this year and she wasn't going to let it get away.
Her tongue sought out folds of skin and diligently worked. Around the head of his penis, down the shaft, the testicles, the thighs and stomach. Worked till there was nothing left except the unappetizing taste of male.
Then her muzzle swept along his body frantically searching.
“More,” she said.
Rarity had to have touched him somewhere else. That couldn't be all that there was.
“More,” she demanded looming over him like a predator ready to feast.
Here his lips. Just a whisper. She licked the creature's face clean.
Then delved into it's mouth. She found traces of the taste in the corners of his mouth.
Then she delved deeper. Into his throat. Here mixed with the mucus. Oh it was just so wonderful.
She gave a little moan of delight as she tongue plunged in and out of his throat.
This was disgusting. What Fluttershy was doing was disgusting. Fluttershy was disgusting.
Withdrawing her tongue she started to cry in earnest.
Why? Why couldn't she be normal? She just wanted some more Rarity. Some soft delicious Rarity. And here she was, scraping left overs off of some unsoft, not delicious at all, scrawny male thing.
“Normal,” she sobbed folding her muzzle into the creature's neck.
Fluttershy just clung to the creature. Holding it down. Sobbing. Humping it's thigh.
Her orgasm belonged in only one place. Smeared across Rarity's muzzle and ground into her perfect alabaster coat. She had to get away. She could still get to her in time.
Her wings wouldn't work right. They were creating a miniature cyclone in the room, picking up and hurling every unsecured object in the room. Her hind legs refused to release the prize that they held. All she was doing was grinding harder.
Her front hooves clattered across the window sill for purchase. Oh, they'd do worse then put a collar on her for mating with a mare that wasn't even in heat, probably clip her wings, maybe even cage her, but she couldn't begin to care. She clumsily wrenched open the window.
Shattered glass joined the detritus of the localized storm scouring the paint from the walls.
Hooves gripping the window she pulled herself, again her traitorous body refused to let go of the creature.
Fluttershy began to scream in frustration and anger.
Her struggles only hastened the inevitable.
She had to escape. This was a special moment. It deserved to be shared with the mare she...
Fluttershy cried out in anguish as her heat began to flow from between her nether lips. Thick moisture coating the captured thigh. Helpless before the demands of her lust she yielded and came.
The storm came to a stop. Shards of her broken furnishings gave their last skittering skips across the floor and came to a rest. Tears still rolled down her face. Her breathing ragged but calming.
Slowly she opened her eyes. She looked at the room and then at her patient.
“Oh, oh dear.”
Twilight mopped a little sweat off her brow as she worked on a series of theoretical diagrams. She had a dozen books open and in use as references and three black boards on the go.
It was amazing how much work she was getting done in so little time. She had never before felt so much passion and energy for single scholarly topic.
Well not since the last time she had worked on this particular topic. Right now though she could begin to wonder why she had abandoned this delightful avenue of research.
Regretfully though it was just theoretical. The purple unicorn needed just one extra ingredient to make this into a proper exploratory paper.
“Spike!”
Her assistant. He was missing. Why was he missing? She needed him for this. This had happened last time too. That was curious. What was also curious was what had happened to her notes from last time? It had been rather bothersome starting over from scratch.
There was a knock from the door.
“I'll be right there,” Twilight called as she turned away from what was the most accurate, if slightly generous, chalk drawing of a dragon's fully erect twin headed phallus in all of Equestria.
She really hoped this wouldn't take long.
A curious looking creature. A tall lanky biped with a flat muzzle, short cropped brown mane and dressed in impeccable clothes stood at her door. It didn't look up at her and instead stared at the ground.
It held out a note.
Intrigued Twilight took the note. Written on the floral pink stationary that Fluttershy favoured was written:
“My sweetest Twilight Sparkle
This poor creature is lost and wants to get home. I hope you can take the time to help him find his way.
Also as his current medical adviser I suggest that he not perform sexual intercourse for at least one day.
Hugs and Kisses
“Huh,” replied the purple unicorn. Her friends were always a little strange weren't they? “I do have a few atlases if you want to use them,” she offered helpfully.
“Ah, n-no, you see I used a kind of spell to travel here from another world.”
“'A kind of spell?'” Twilight raised an eyebrow at that. “'From another world?'”
“You're... You're supposed to be really good at magic so I thought you might be able to send me back.”
“Huh,” she replied confusedly.
This was an interesting proposition. She made a list of tomes and materials that she would need. She gave a smile as she found them all to be readily available. She gave a bigger smile as she realized that this would make a very good foot note article in her current project.
“Yes, yes of course I can help you. Please come this way...?”
“Mike.”
“I keep a laboratory in the basement for this kind of scientific emergency.”
“Oh,” replied Mike with some trepidation as he followed the unicorn into the dark and slightly depths of her basement.
“Please, disrobe and get on the rack,” Twilight instructed as she sorted through sheets of arcane parchment looking for her copy of Mordenkainen's Analysis Matrix.
She found it rapidly and rolled it out on her work table. Once it was pinned in place by a paper weight from the gift shop in the Crystal Empire she was ready to move on.
“'Disrobe and get on the rack?'”
“Oh, right. The second rack from the left is the adjustable one. It should be able to fit you.” The prodigal student set up her preferred mystical forensics guide on the book stand.
“You want me to get naked?”
“Oh, right. There should be a closet next to the restraints, you can keep your clothes there.” Twilight started setting up the flood lights.
“Is this really necessary?”
“Absolutely.” Finished with the flood lights she began to set up the cameras.
“You're in heat and going to rape me aren't you?”
“Not to worry. I control my hormones, they do not control me. What is more I certainly won't be doing anything improper with you.” Twilight assembled a tray of assorted dishes, swabs, forceps, tongs and scalpels and placed them next to the rack.
“Please don't hurt me. I just want to go home.”
“Don't worry, I am a professional and I am here to help you.” The mare finished flossing and then proceeded to gargle with salt water
“What is going to happen after I get into the rack?”
“I am going to take a sample of your tissue for analysis. It is an essential first step towards sending you home.” After snapping her splash guard goggles, safety first, into place she buttoned up a fresh lab coat.
Slowly and mechanically Mike disrobed and placed his clothes into the closet. Naked and covering his groin with both flipper paw things he made his way to the rack.
Twilight Sparkle having finished with everything else tapped her hoof in her impatience to satiate her scientific curiosity.
After it became evident that the subject didn't know how to get into the rack the unicorn moved forward to help. Firmly strapping down each limp and extending the modular components of the rack until test subject was held firmly secure.
She left the rack in the vertical position.
First came the basic measurements. The total height and length of each limb. The creature winced when she measured the length of the phallus. She made a special not of it on her note pad.
Then the first round of photographs for scientific posterity.
Twilight grabbed a slim reference volume and a stop watch. She wrote down the time.
With both eyes locked on the first page Twilight carefully performed the steps by wrote.
Twilight pressed her nose into the subjects stomach, his inner right thigh and inner left thigh. Forming a little triangle.
“Twilight... I'm not supposed to be having sex. I don't want to have sex.”
“This isn't sex. This a proven scientific procedure for taking a semen sample.”
The page turned. She pressed her face into his groin and breathed slowly out of her nose bathing the subjects genitals in her warm breath.
“But, but, but I have hair follicles. And skin. Lots and lots of skin.”
She opened her mouth and started to gently nibble with her lips.
The genitals began to fill with blood taking on the classic erect posture.
The page turned. She ran her tongue along the bottom of the shaft from base to tip.
A quick prod of her hoof showed that the phallus had reached maximum erectness. She measured the length and width and wrote it down. She made a note of the time and triggered the cameras.
The page turned. She took the head in her lips and played her tongue along the glans in three steady circles.
She squinted at the bottom of the page for a moment and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Lips over her teeth she slid her mouth down the shaft pressing the penis against the top of her mouth with her tongue.
First the depth of one quarter of the total phallus length, then to the depth of one half and then all of it. She stopped to write down the time.
The page turned. First at a rate of one stroke per half second and then slowly building speed she went to work.
Her eyes left the page and the book settled down to the floor as Twilight began to relax and enjoy what she was doing.
Eventually though a rather breathless Twilight Sparkle stopped to consult her stopwatch and her trusty copy of Fellatio for Bookish Mares.
“I don't understand, according to the book this should only take ten minutes and it's already been twelve.” With a confused look she flipped to the trouble shooting section of the guide.
“Twilight... Please understand, I've been having sex with ponies almost non stop for the past few days. I really need to take a break... Please?”
“Oh, you're right. Right here, 'if a male has ejaculated recently then oral stimulation may prove insufficient and more extreme measures may be required,'” she read from the book.
“Please, stop.”
Twilight rotated the rack from the vertical position to the horizontal. There was a clang as it settled into it's new position. She made sure put the locking bolts in place before climbing on top.
She squirmed a little to hike up her lab coat.
“Will you just listen to me!”
“I know you're impatient to get home. But now we're going to be using the best tool for the job, this shouldn't take very long at all.”
With her back to the subject she slid her vulva down the length of his phallus. She wrote down the time and triggered the cameras.
And for an amazing period of time Twilight didn't think about or pay attention to anything at all.
Reflexively she triggered the cameras again and wrote down the time, before dismounting.
Twenty-six minutes. That really would have taken forever orally.
Twilight stopped just as she was about to swab some of the hard earned sample. Individual cells had effectively no harmonic reinforcement. That meant that any such cells sampled in this manner would be effectively washed in her own magical field and thus useless for data gathering.
What had she been thinking?
She plucked a hair follicle out of his mane and placed it in the centre of her copy of Mordenkainen's Analysis Matrix. A slight charge of her horn got the thing running.
She turned around and unstrapped her handy test subject. Why had she strapped him down again?
She then consulted the matrix.
“Good news, Mike.”
The creature moaned miserably.
“According to this, there is no point in my figuring out a way to send you home.”
It moaned again. This time in such as a way as to describe a question.
“The spell used to send you here has a finite supply of energy. It will exhaust it self in a few more hours.”
A violently pink pony languished on her bed amid the streamers, limp balloons and empty cupcake wrappers. She gave a happy little murmur. Her various guests had slowly started to peel away and depart earlier that day and now at long last the party was at an end.
This year's bachelor party was the best bachelor party yet.
Nearly every unattached stallion and male in Ponyville had attended. There had been cake and punch and music and dancing and even a little 'just friends' pin the tail on the pony. Sure, they were just hiding away but that didn't mean that they couldn't have fun.
But the base of Pinkie Pie's tail was achy. That meant that somewhere in her domain there was a pony that was unhappy. It wasn't unusual for this time of year, not even the massive sarsaparilla hangover pounding in her head could hide that fact, but this ache was especially acute.
She shook the extra confetti out of her mane as she trotted to her bathroom.
She hopped into the shower and gave a quick scrub to get some of the dirt from her week long party out of her coat. She didn't have time the shampoo her mane. Or to have a proper bubble bath.
Bath towel draped across her withers she went to the sink. There she got her case of pills. Rotated the dial and swallowed the thus liberated pill with a sip of water.
It was kind of sad. As part of her responsibilities as premier party pony of Ponyville there was exactly one kind of party that was denied to her.
But that didn't matter. What mattered was her service to the community. Making Ponyville a happy and joyous place.
And her tail was telling her that somewhere she needed to spread a little joy.
That was more important then getting her cupcake iced, wasn't it?
Of course. Sure. She gave herself a firm little nod to confirm this fact to herself.
* * *
There. In the early morning drizzle. Not far from the library. Sitting on a bench with it's head held in it's forelimbs. Looking so sad and dejected. So tired and miserable. Persecuted even.
Not a pony. Or even an equine.
Stealthily she moved towards it, careful not to alarm it.
Poking her head up from behind the bench the pink pony selected a cupcake from her saddle bag. She put the sugary treat on the seat of the bench and slid it towards the creature.
Their eyes locked as it made notice of her. It looked so scared.
“It's true some days are dark and lonely,” it said to her.
“And maybe you feel sad,” she replied her eyes going wide and a sudden smile blossoming across her lips.
“But Pinkie will be there to show you that it isn't that bad.” It's face was twisting around. Like it was trying to express every emotion at once.
“There's one thing that makes me happy and makes my whole life worthwhile,” Pinkie began to grin.
“And that's when I talk to my friends and get them to...” it began to sob.
“Oh my poor whatever you are.” Overwhelmed with sympathy she lunged forward and captured the weakly resisting creature in a hug. Seating herself in it's lap she pulled it's head down into her the crook of her neck with her hoof.
Quietly, she waited. Stroking it's back with her hoof while she waited for it to finish.
Him she corrected as she felt a bulge swelling into her backside.
And what a silly him at that. She wasn't even in heat. He'd clue in and it would go away. And then they'd laugh about how silly it was. Unless he was some kind of pervy pervert that wanted to have sex out of season. But then they laugh anyway because because that would be wrong and stuff. She'd never actually...
Sprinkle her cookie.
Of course not. Pinkie didn't really want to know what that was like. Didn't interest her in the slightest. Nope not curious. Not one bit. It was perfectly fine if she never...
Jelly her donut.
Careful not to stop her comforting she shifted and swung her leg over him so that she could straddle him and press down into the bulge so she could imagine what it might be like to...
Cream her eclair.
Maybe he wasn't the only pervert who wanted to have sex out of season on this bench. But that was fine. Pinkie could think perverted thoughts and feel perverted feeling without actually doing them like some kind of pervy pervert.
Finally he stopped sobbing and with a sniff pulled back from her mane.
She offered him the cupcake again and this time he accepted. With great joy he bit into her cupcake.
She went back to hugging him. Feeling kind of sneaky sneaky she pressed down into his bulge till bit into her other cupcake.
“You feeling any better?”
He nodded back to her.
“So are you thinking about pounding my cake? Wait, no that doesn't make any sense. You can't pound a cake, well you could but why would you? What haven't I used yet?”
He kind of went limp under her, like he was relaxing or something.
“Ooh ooh ooh! Dust my angel food cake! That's a good one. No no wait, no it isn't it has to many syllables. Glaze my donut? No it's to close to jelly my donut. Oh this is so hard sometimes.”
She felt him free his erect penis and vaguely noticed as she impaled her muffin on it.
“Oh how about tunnel my muffin! That's a pretty good one. It even has double points for double entendres because tunnelling into muffins is kind of what willys do into vajayjays.”
She started ridding him in a absent minded way.
“Vajayjay, what a funny word. I'm sure that my Granny Pie never called it that. I wonder what she did call it? Probably something not as funny. I wonder if she ever did this? Well on a park bench I mean. She had to have done this at some point of there wouldn't be a Pinkie Pie, right?”
He gave a little sniff.
She stopped.
“Oh, are you okay? You want to do this right? I forgot to ask if you where a pervy pervert. I just assumed. You are, aren't you?”
He swallowed and looked into her eyes with a funny uncertain little smile.
“Yeah. That. I'm that.”
“That?”
“I'm...” he strugged, “A pervert.”
And then he was gone.
With a little yelp Pinkie hit the ground.
She wondered if maybe she had hurt his feelings but reassured herself that he would probably be okay. She then thought back to the... Cookie creaming? Cake tunnelling? Sex. It hadn't been bad.
Even if she had missed out on the icing.
She was definitely going to have to find time to give this a proper try. Maybe she'd skip her medication next year and try it out as a non pervy pervert.
With a smile she trotted back to Sugar Cube corner.
Mike flopped bonelessly onto his bed. He took a moment to relish in the fact that this was his bed and that here in his room, behind a nice sturdy lock, he was perfectly and completely safe.
He knew it hadn't been a dream
He was wearing an ensemble. A carefully designed set of cloths that was specifically made to look good together. The shirt had Rarity's fashion label on it. The button in the pants had a sapphire that was worth more than his car in it. Not that his car fared well in price comparison to normal pants buttons.
Also he positively reeked of horse sex and had a hoof shaped bruise on his sternum
He closed his eyes and napped for a few hours.
When he woke up he grabbed his copy of the easy to use four page pamphlet How to get to Equestria and threw it in the trash. The fact that the guide called for a specific time of year that just happened to be the start of mating season in Equestria...
Then he made a cup of coffee and brushed his teeth.
Then he retrieved the pamphlet from the trash. He was going to need it for next year. When he did it all over again. And he had to. He had no choice.
He hadn't gotten to meet Rainbow Dash yet.
