Inspired by the Left 4 Dead series, Dorchester must hold out against hundreds of mares and he attempts to survive The Heat! Will he succeed? Or will be become their personal “toy” for the rest of the day?

CHAPTER TWENTY: Heat Stroke Pt. 1

I barricaded the front door after making sure the back one was done with. Silvermoon was with me, as you hopefully know that pregnant ponies can go through Heat. If you don't know what Heat is, it's a day when all the mares become SUPER horny and chase after the first stallion they see, no matter who it is. Peter, David, Greg, Lance, and Frederic had joined me as well.

“Dude... this is just like Left 4 Dead...” Greg said, slumping on the couch.

“I can't believe I have to spend me weekend like this...” Lance groaned.

“Well excuse me your highness, I didn't know it meant so much to you.” Silvermoon snapped at Lance, who looked at her surprised.

“Mood swings, she's been having them lately.” I chuckled before Silvermoon pressed her head against mine.

“Isn't that right?” Silvermoon purred.

Still sexy.

Agreed.

“How much time do we have left?” Peter asked nervously.

“Until the sun goes down. I just hope that King Horus is okay...” Lance answered Peter before I could.

“You are a veteran at this. Might as well call you Bill.” Greg said drowsily.

“Bill wasn't a veteran, was he?” Lance asked, glancing over to me. I shrugged.

“All I know is that Rochelle was a manager, Nick was a conman, Coach was a, well, coach, and Ellis was an engineer.”

“I love horses.” Greg mumbled.

Two Hours Later...

“I dare you to... do Silvermoon right now!” Greg fell on his back laughing his ass off. I looked over to Silvermoon.

You're not serious are you?

Of course he is! Get on with it!

No way, at least not in front of everyone.

You're no fun...

I looked back at Greg, chuckling. "No way man."

“If you don't do it, I will!” Greg ran up, but before he could cover two feet he was thrown back by my magic.

“You won't be touching her while I'm still alive.” I said, the sun had set and I gulped nervously. It was time.

"We're so screwed..." Peter groaned.

My nostrils flared. "Might as well try." Next Chapter: Heat Stroke Pt. 2 Estimated time remaining: 46 Minutes