Equestria Dark: Tales of a New Appleloosan Stallion Water Salespony

Written by VelvetHeart

Nimbus winced at the pain and unclamped her teeth from around her foreleg, a little whimper escaping from her even as she tried to dig herself deeper into the bed. She'd used her sextoy diligently, an ever-persistent effort to take the edge off her painful craving, but now she was both sore and unsatisfied.

The toy helped at first, but as predicted, the power of her estrus quickly left it as nothing more than a droplet of water in a raging inferno. The only option that remained to her was to tough it out, just like if she were sick. She didn't lose her mind- some non-pony species had the strange idea pony mares just stopped thinking and started tearing doors down to get at stallions, but that wasn't true. Experiencing estrus, the unfortunate Nimbus had discovered, was something akin to desperately needing to pee without any relief in sight... for about a week.

Perhaps, Nimbus realized, after the first two days, there was something to the whole desperate door-clawing. The constant fantasizing wasn't helping either, leaving her in heat and aroused, a state which'd acquired a ridiculous hairtrigger at some point after the first day.

There was a timid knock on the door.

Nimbus sighed, and pushed the blankets off of her, "Is that my soup?"

The door opened slightly, and a familiar, angular snout poked through. "Nimbus, it's me, Rumble."

"Rumble?! You're - you're not supposed to get anywhere near my room. Do you know-"

"Mom told me; you're in heat. I hear that it feels really terrible so, ehm, I got you something to help you feel a bit better."

Nimbus sighed, "Thanks, Rumble, but there's nothing really that can help me right now. It's just like being sick: You're miserable for a week or two, and then one morning, you're fine. All mares go through this, we're tough enough to handle it, don't worry. Especially your big sisters."

"I... I think... ehm." Rumble hesitated, then leaned in a little further, pushing something into the room with a forehoof.

There it stood, no more than two feet from the bedroom door, gleaming: A glass from the kitchen, no different from all the others they drank from every day...

...but filled with pearly white, viscous and thick, clinging to the insides of the glass...

Nimbus' heart skipped a beat, heat flushing into her cheeks. "I-is that~"

"Yes, ehm... I heard that if you drink it, you'll feel better." Rumble's cheeks began to burn with a blush of his own. "It's mine. I just, y'know, rubbed and..."

"T-thanks. I mean, seriously, that's... Stallions don't normally do such things for..."

"Well, you may be mean sometimes, but you're my big sis and..." Rumble trailed off as he was treated to a strange sight: His big, usually-composed sister clamping a glass between her forelegs, drinking deep of -his- 'milk'. She even went sofar as to start licking the clinging remains from the glass, her snout buried as deep into the glass as she could. Rumble almost snickered at the sight of Nimbus' tongue desperately tonguebathing the underside of the glass.

When Nimbus finally managed to pull her snout away, it was with a held breath that became a sigh of utter contentment.

"Do you feel better?"

Nimbus nodded numbly after a few seconds. It was like taking a magic potion - it took a moment to start, but she could already feel the balming effect it had on her heat. It wasn't as good as a mating, not by a long shot, but even this much was an invaluable gift.

"Good, ah, ehm ... you need to give me the glass back. So I can clean it, and just in case you choose to do something like try and impregnate yourself with it, ok?"

Nimbus hesitated, peering through the glass, tilting it. She was loathe to admit it to herself, but she found herself slightly-unwilling to abandon the source of her relief, just in case, however unlikely, that she missed a spot.

Rumble swallowed, quickly glancing around the corridor in which he stood. He definitely didn't want to get caught, and leaving the glass with Nimbus was asking for trouble; "If you give me back the glass, maybe I'll give you another full one in a few days. If you don't..."

And Rumble had the glass back. As he carefully closed the door behind himself, Nimbus settled herself back under the blankets, tired and relaxed.

She had very soothing, but extremely-weird dreams...