[RGRE] Ponies in Heat


                                            >You are Anon.

                                            >You're lying on your back, enjoying the post-picnic springtime weather with your two best friends, Twilight and Applejack.

                                            >Twilight's got her head resting on your shoulder and your arm wrapped around her body and the two of you are watching the clouds go by.

                                            >Applejack is sprawled out on your other side by your head.

                                            >The tiny horse had wanted you to rest your head on her belly, but you were too heavy for her.

                                            >You think she was more embarrassed than she was disappointed when it became clear that it wouldn't work out well for her.

                                            >Twilight points her hoof towards a patch of whispy clouds, looking as though they were swept across the sky with a broom.

                                            >"That one looks like a Cirrus cloud!"

                                            >It sure does, Twilight.

                                            >It sure does.

                                            >You enjoy a brief moment of silence before Twilight spots another group of clouds floating into view.

                                            >She points to a big, fluffy clump of clouds that are a bit lower to the ground than the last ones were.

                                            >"And those ones look like Cumulus clouds!"

                                            >Jesus Christ, Twilight.

                                            >The mare tends to take the fun out of these "imagination" games.

                                            >But then again, she seems to enjoy herself a lot when you and her do shit like this, so you're more than happy to let her play the way she wants to.

                                            >God, you love spring.

                                            >Not too hot.

                                            >Not too cold.

                                            >No mosquitos like there are in the summer.

                                            >No hard ground and chilly puddles of water like the fall.

                                            >You take in a deep breath through your nose, loving the smell of spring wildflowers.... and get an olfactory gland full of something foul.

                                            >You sniff once more (gentler this time; no need to blind your nose with the stench) and discover that it's coming from Applejack.

                                            >....it smells like piss.

                                            >Did Applejack piss herself right next to you?

                                            >She better not have.

                                            >With Twilight distracted by identifying the clouds, you discreetly turn your head to see what Applejack's up to.

                                            >You're met with a facefull of orange horse ass sitting on top of puddle on your fucking picnic blanket.

                                            >This nasty bitch just pissed all over your stuff!

                                            >You poke her rump with an index finger.

                                            >Soft, plump, but backed by an almost obscene amount of muscle.

                                            >In short: she has a tight ass.

                                            "What the fuck, Applejack? Why did you pee on my blanket?"

                                            >Applejack jumps a little bit at your poking and turns to face you.

                                            >She's got a blush so bright that you can practically feel the heat from way over here.

                                            >"O-oh, whoops."

                                            >Whoops?

                                            "Seriously?"

                                            >You sit up and scootch away from Applejack, shoving Twilight away from you so that you don't accidentally sit on her.

                                            >Applejack stands up and turns to face you, not looking at ALL sorry.

                                            >She doesn't even look a little bit embarrassed.

                                            >If anything, she looks turned on.

                                            >Is this how she's going to drop a weird piss fetish on you?

                                            >She's not going to buy you dinner and talk you to while you're relaxing together in bed?

                                            >>"Oh, honey, can we try something different tonight?"

                                            >Nothing like that; not from Applejack.

                                            >This is probably her idea of subtlety.

                                            >"Sorry, partner. Ah was..."

                                            >She licks her lips and quivers slightly.

                                            >"...thinkin' of something else."

                                            >This IS how she's dropping her fetishes on you!

                                            >Man, you are not prepared for this.


                                            >Twilight, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be concerned at all that Applejack just peed all over you things.

                                            >Doesn't she know how long it's going to take to get the smell of horse piss out of your blanket?

                                            >Jesus, you aren't even sure you want to touch this thing now that it's tainted by AJ's idea of a good time.

                                            >You know what? She probably doesn't know; you haven't seen a single mare take care of her own laundry since you arrived here in Equestria.

                                            >These fucking ponies.

                                            >The purple pony in question is pretty busy right now - sniffing the air and walking around in tight circles.

                                            >Are they drunk?

                                            >Are YOU drunk?

                                            >Why are they DOING this?

                                            >The sound of hooves on grass grabs your attention - that nice stallion from the clock shop has come to visit. You don't know his name, so you call him Doc Brown.

                                            >He has no idea what fresh hell he's walking into.

                                            >The poor, brave bastard.

                                            "Hey, Doc! How's it been?"

                                            >The brown stallion ignores you, not sparing a single glance as he marches resolutely towards Applejack.

                                            "Doc?"

                                            >CHOMP

                                            >"Ahh~!"

                                            >What the fuck?!

                                            >Doc Brown gets one good bite on the back of Applejack's neck before you shove him off.

                                            "What are you doing? Stop that!"

                                            >First a horse pisses on your blanket, and now another one is biting your friend.

                                            >Why are ponies such assholes today?!

                                            >You kneel down and knee-walk over to your orange friend to check for damages.

                                            >Her fur is coarse (but soft), but you don't have time to enjoy the sensation as you dig through her fur to see if that bite left her bleeding.

                                            >"Ah-Anawn?" gasps Applejack, pushing her body against your hands.

                                            >She's a lot stronger than she looks, and she nearly shoves you over and onto your back.

                                            >"Puh-please... Mmmm~"

                                            >What a little fucking weirdo.

                                            >You do a quick check on Doc in case he decides to bite you next.

                                            >Doc is on the ground, wriggling and kicking his hooves ineffectively.

                                            >Aww.

                                            >Serves him fucking right.

                                            >You-

                                            >Applejack extends her long, disturbing horse-neck under your arm and shoves her face into your armpit, wriggling around and just generally having a gay old time.

                                            >Something clatters over around Twilight and you turn to face her, worried that something's going down with her too.

                                            >Twilight's still spinning in circles, but now she's made a mess of her lunch.

                                            >She's kicking over plates of food, and she's using her magic to topple over the picnic basket.

                                            >What is her problem today?

                                            >A sudden shove brings you back to the present - Doc Brown's face is less than 6 inches away from your own.

                                            >Startled, you fall backwards and get a good look at what he's doing.

                                            >His floppy horse dick is out of its sheath, and he's trying to line himself up with Applejack.

                                            >No, sir.

                                            >Not on YOUR picnic blanket.

                                            >Not today!

                                            >You stagger to your feet and give his face a firm smack.

                                            "Hey, no! No! You get out of here!"

                                            >Despite how weird the situation was, you still had a few expectations.

                                            >Doc bursting into tears and running away was not one of them.

                                            >Why the fuck did he just try and mount Applejack in the middle of your goddamn picnic?


                                            "Twilight?"

                                            >Twilight stops ruining your homemade lunch and looks up at her.

                                            "You wanna tell me what's going on here?"

                                            >Twilight stares at you with glazed-over eyes, responding with only by whipping her tail back and forth.

                                            >Oh, no.

                                            >The whatever-the-fuck got her first.

                                            >You crawl over to Twilight and try to ignore Applejack pawing at you as you leave her side.

                                            "Twilight."

                                            >You grab your purple friend's face with both hands and force her to look you in the eye.

                                            "What the actual fuck is happening here?"

                                            >Again, you still had a couple of expectations.

                                            >And again, Twilight shoving her lips onto yours was not one of them.

                                            >Twilight has the element of surprise on her side and manages to shove her tongue in your mouth.

                                            >She wraps a hoof around your neck when you try and pull away, deepening the kiss and moaning loudly.

                                            >Jesus, she sounds like a bitch in hea-

                                            >.....

                                            >No fucking way.

                                            >Twilight talked to you about this, but you thought she was fucking with you!

                                            >What kind of sapient, intelligent species goes into heat?!

                                            >You grab the forearm wrapped around your neck with both hands and slowly pull her off.

                                            >....but you're promptly interrupted by Applejack shoving her face into your armpit again, knocking you to the ground.

                                            >For fuck's sake; really?!


                                            Epilogue:


                                            >You are Time Turner.

                                            >The human colt calls you "Doc Brown" and you have no idea why.

                                            >You don't really want to raise a fuss, so you haven't bothered to correct him yet.

                                            >He always struck you as a reasonable type, if a bit of a Janefilly.

                                            >Not reasonable enough to SHARE, though.

                                            >Estrus hit the local mares especially hard this year, and you were out shopping when the smell hit you.

                                            >You'd been passing by Sweet Apple Acres and thought to yourself, "Timey Wimey? You're a pretty cute colt. You have a nice job, you're independent, and nopony thinks you're a slut. Why not see if you can't find yourself another nice mare for your herd this year?"

                                            >And lo and behold, you found none other than Applejack and Twilight Sparkle just over the hill.

                                            >Twilight was a bit "ehh" and could stand to lose a bit of weight.

                                            >Some colts think that chubby mares are cute, but you aren't one of them.

                                            >Applejack, though, was a different story entirely.

                                            >You could cook a hayburger on those thighs of hers.

                                            >You'd eat it right off her rump, too.

                                            >No hooves, colt!

                                            >Mmm!

                                            >Anon didn't seem to be doing anything important, and you thought this might be a chance for you to one-up him.

                                            >You know, show him who's the head bastard here!

                                            >He tried to get rid of you, but you were going to show him why all the other colts didn't buck with you!

                                            >After you got Applejack in your herd, you were going to spread the MEANEST rumours about him.

                                            >He'd go down to the spa to get his hooves done and AALLLL the stallions would laugh at him behind his back.

                                            >Oh, he'd be MISERABLE then.

                                            >...but your plans changed when he smacked you.

                                            >How could he?!

                                            >That hurt!

                                            >You were too afraid to try anything with Applejack after that.

                                            >Anon made it clear that he was the dominant colt here, and you high-tailed it before he and his herd did anything more to you.

                                            >You don't really know what you'll do the next time he sees you.

                                            >Oh, you HATE when another colt outranks you.

                                            >Now you can't say ANYTHING about him without him chasing you away from your herd!

                                            >This is the worst.