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"[Silly] I stress. You stress. Estrus"
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>Day estrus in P0nyville.
>You've heard stories about this time of the year.
>Horrible, horrible stories of the things that happen to unwitting stallions.
>Applejack's rape dungeon.
>Twilight's [INDEX] room.
>Pinkie's "special cupcakes."
>These thoughts give you chills.
>Luckily for you, you're a human.
>And estrus only effects mare's intent with stallions.
>There's no way they'd be attracted to a big ape man.
>Rarity pretty much said that straight to your face when you first met.
>The only one who'd be remotely interested would be...
>You-know-who...
>You finish your morning routine and stroll confidently out the door.
>You take a deep breath and get a lung-full of that nice country air.
Time to go see my friends.
>As you StruttinLeo.png down the road leading to P0nyville, you feel a strange sensation in the back of your mind.
>It feels like you're being watched.
>Must just be Saffron Apprehensive.
>She was probably just late to her knocking appointment with your door.
>You pay it no mind and continue down the road.
>You arrive at the heart of P0nyville to find it largely deserted.
>The marketplace is a ghost town and there's hardly a mare in sight.
>You guess this estrus thing is a bigger deal than you originally thought.
>You're about to turn around and head back home when...
>You feel that:
>"Fluttershy-just-got-a-wingboner-and-is-stroking-to-the-thought-of-you-covered-in-molasses" feeling again.
>You look back over your shoulder and notice that a herd of mares has formed behind you.
>They're all sauntering over to you seductively with bedroom eyes.
>"Aaaaaaanoooooon..." They moan your name in a cacophony of pitch.

>You tense up. You've heard many a moan like these before.
>Since you were such a stud and all back home.
Oh, my... Girls, would you look at the time...
>You mime looking at your wrist as if you were wearing a watch.
>Oh right, you ARE wearing a watch.
>It's your novelty 'half-past-rape' watch that you bought online before you got transported here.
>Why the hell did you think that wearing that today would be a good idea?
>You take off running back to your house.
>Gotta go fast!
>Pegasi are flying full speed, dive-bombing your ankles like mortar shells.
>Zaps of unicorn magic are whizzing by your head and striking the ground around you.
>The earth under your feet is trembling with a stampede of hooves.
>You wish you had a second to take in what was going on.
>You'd bet you look pretty fucking awesome right now.
>Finally, you make it inside your house.
>You lock the door and slam as much furniture against it as you can.
>For the first time since you moved in, you appreciate the miniature size of your home.
>There was only one door, and the only window was too small for p0nies to squeeze through.
>You slump up against the wall farthest from the door and sigh in relief.
>There's a pounding on your door and more moaning from outside.
>You curl up and tremble.
>How long could you hold out?
>Why is this happening to you?
>How long did estrus last, anyway?
>Who WAS the Mysterious Mare-Do-Well?

>You're jolted from your thought process by a slamming against your door.
>You shakily crawl backwards into the corner as your ears are flooded with the sounds of horny mares.
>"Aaanooooooon..."
>The door rumbles and shakes.
>"Aaanooooooon..."
>You're sweating and shivering, praying for the door to hold.
>There's a constant, lethargic beating on your door now.
>Each quake shakes the mish-mashed furniture blocking the door, scooting it towards you several inches.
>You want to brace the door, but all your possessions are already piled up.
>With one final heave, your door bursts open, sending furniture in your direction.
>You want to scream and run, but you're paralyzed with dread.
>The black mass of p0ny desire moves to swallow you whole.
>This was it.
>You were going to get raped to the bone.
>Goodbye Mother.
>You're being smothered by the black shadowy mass that is every mare in P0nyville.
>You close your eyes and surrender yourself to the will of lust.
>But...
>Nothing happens.
>You open your eyes and stare blankly at the group in front of you.
>They're all lying on their backs and looking up at you expectantly.
>"Aaaaanoooooon... We want belly rubs..."
>wut