“Um, Tavi? Something you wanna tell me?”

“Huh?” The Earth pony blinked. “No. Why?”

Lyra had cornered the twitchy cellist in Kye’s rather spacious kitchen. Octavia had been extremely clingy with Kye after the bloody street fight; constantly maintaining physical contact and giving him affectionate little nuzzles. When Princess Luna had left and Kye had tried to get up, the Earth pony had been rather reluctant to let go of him.

“You’re in heat.” Lyra stated.

Octavia gasped, before feigning laughter—a telltale sign the mare was talking bull. “Yeah… I most certainly am not!”

Lyra rolled her eyes. “Give it up Tavi…” The unicorn pointedly sniffed the air, a knowing smile on her face. “You want me to take care of it?” She purred.

The Earth pony was clearly trying to suppress any reaction. She failed, her ears twitching in betrayal. “You’d probably only make it worse…” She whispered, her voice a little hoarse.

“You sure?” Lyra telekinetically pulled her into an intimate embrace, nuzzling her cheek.

Octavia gave a barely audible whimper. “Unless you’ve got something to penetrate and fill me with then yeah, pretty sure.” She muttered, deadpan.

Lyra’s smile grew wider, she suggestively raised her eyebrows a few times, allowing a few tendrils of magic to idly flow through her horn. Octavia blinked in confusion, before the penny dropped and she backpedalled in horror.

“Oh Tartarus no! Lyra that’s… that’s… ouch.”

“What? I’d be gentle.” Lyra assured, barely managing to keep a straight face.

“No. Just no—that’s disgusting.”

The sound of hooves on wood echoed through the empty house as Kye, Rarity and Fluttershy made their way through the front room to the kitchen. The door swung open in a blue aura.

“-and darling, I’d suggest seasonally themed decor. Your lounge would look lovely with-”

Rarity hadn't stopped babbling Kye’s ears off about decorating ideas since they’d got through the front door. Even now, she was still excitedly nattering away at him. He was smiling politely and nodding occasionally but Lyra could tell he was already bored with the conversation.

Lyra was just about to interrupt, but Kye had other ideas. He dropped to his knees, pulled the fashionista close in a tight embrace and passionately kissed her—that shut her up. The unicorn immediately wrapped her hooves around his neck, closing her eyes, a rather seductive moan escaping her throat.

Lyra shivered. Octavia’s tail flicked a few times, a hungry look in her eyes, but Fluttershy’s reaction was quite alarming. The yellow pegasus looked terrified, even backed away slightly. Her wings were beginning to twitch, extending slightly as her face flushed red.

Kye must have noticed, because he broke the kiss with Rarity and launched into a new topic of conversation.

“So what was with the crazy blue fire?” He asked the flustered fashionista.

“Oh… well Lyra has been teaching me a few still way techniques… just in case.”

“You guys don't still think I’m weak right?” He looked quite disappointed.

Lyra snorted. “Judging by the state of Ace, Tartarus no. You could have waited till I showed up though—still can’t believe I missed it…” She muttered.

Kye flashed her a smile, before turning back to Rarity. “Erm… sorry I um… borrowed your hammer…”

“Oh that wasn't mine darling, it belonged to Fancy Pants.”

Kye blinked, his jaw trembling as he tried to keep a straight face. “I’m sorry… who now?”

“Fancy Pants dear, he’s quite the influential unicorn in Canterl-”

The fashionista was cut off by a booming laugh, Kye fell over, rolling on the tiled floor and clutching his sides with his crimson hands. His head somehow ended up between Octavia’s forehooves. The grey mare’s tail flicked like a silky black whip, the heady scent of her oestrus still heavy in the air.

“F-Fancy Pants? Oh my god! Did his parents hate him or something?” Kye chuckled, laid on his back. Octavia’s ears were now twitching uncontrollably, her breathing laboured and her eyes wide. It appeared she was forcing herself to look dead ahead, determinedly not glancing down at the human completely oblivious to her plight.

Rarity rolled her eyes at Kye’s continued chuckling. “Oh grow up Kye…”

Lyra decided it was time to intervene. “Okay, time to get a move on.” She clopped her hooves together a couple of times. “Kye, go take a shower—you’re getting wife-beater blood everywhere.”

The human ignored her, still snickering away on the floor, so Lyra picked him up in a levitation field, dropping him down on his feet.

“Go.” She gave him an authoritative look, pointing a turquoise hoof at the door. “I’ll bring you a towel and change of clothes shortly.”

“Yes boss.” He shot at her in a mocking voice before slipping out of the kitchen, still chuckling.

Lyra waited for the sound of footsteps on the staircase before continuing. “Right—Rarity, Fluttershy, come with me. We need to go pick a few of Kye’s things up from mine and Bon Bon’s place. Tavi, you stay here and… take care of Kye.”

Octavia blinked, raising an eyebrow, Fluttershy stretched her wings, giving a silent nod whilst Rarity pouted.

“Pray tell, can't we just teleport?” The fashionista asked.

“Fluttershy doesn't like it, besides, it’s only a five minute walk.” Lyra countered.

“Fine.” Rarity huffed, trotting through the empty front room. Fluttershy glanced at Octavia before quickly following her fashionista friend. Lyra trotted towards the cellist.

“I think somepony left a bale of hay in the odd room with the big metal door, so if you must… take him there.” She said in a low voice. “Don't be too rough with him though, if I come back to a stallion full of broken bones then I’ma be very pissed off.”

Octavia blinked again. “Thanks.” She squeaked.

Fluttershy trotted along the empty street between the two unicorns, silently hoping she wouldn't be expected to contribute to the conversation—the current topic was not one she was comfortable with.

“He did what!?” Lyra was staring over at Rarity, a look of utter bewilderment on her face.

The fashionista smiled. “Oh yes dear. I must say, I was more than a little surprised myself.”

“B-But… how in Equestria did you get him to do that? Did you ask him?”

“Heavens no darling! I would never have dreamed of requesting such a thing—he pretty much… dove right in… of his own volition, so to speak…”

“Was it good?”

Rarity blushed. “Well, it didn't take him long to have me sparking like a high school filly if that’s what you’re asking… I’m guessing he hasn’t tried that particular act with you then?”

“No—I had no idea he’d even consider…” Lyra trailed off.

“If you don't mind me asking darling, what have you done with him? Is he comfortable with going… all the way… with a pony?”

Lyra smirked. “Oh I think so. The first time was amazing. He rutted me like a-”

Fluttershy panicked, letting out a yelp of mortification. No no no no. She couldn't stop her stupid wings from stiffening in arousal—brushing over the backs of the two unicorns—feathers on fur. She bolted, or at least she tried to. A shimmering amber aura was preventing her escape.

“You okay flutters?” Lyra asked, a strange smile on her face.

“Yes. I’m fine. I-I have to go… B-Beavers, dam building...” Fluttershy squeaked. She tried to take off, but her wings ignored her commands, instead continuing to remain spread horizontal.

“You sure? It kinda seems like you’ve been avoiding me and Kye ever since you saw him sucking my ho-”

Fluttershy yelped again, her wings stiffening even further upon remembering the erotic sight, the way the powerful unicorn had completely surrendered herself to the loving ministrations of the human.

“He sucked your horn?” Rarity whispered to Lyra, before turning to Fluttershy. “Relax darling.” The fashionista embraced the twitching pegasus as Lyra released her from the aura. “Now, I believe you have a request for Lyra, yes?” She prompted, pulling back slightly.

Fluttershy flinched, determinedly avoiding the turquoise unicorn’s gaze. Oh goodness! No! I don't want to, not right now…

“Don't worry Flutters, you don't have to ask… Kye likes you. Remember how I was kinda jealous when he first met you? He couldn't take his eyes off you.” Lyra said, her voice gentle.

The pegasus blinked, forgetting her nervousness. “You’re saying… yes?”

Fluttershy couldn't quite believe the unicorn's acceptance. She’d had plenty of attention in the past but everypony usually wrote her off as too ‘timid’ or ‘shy’ for a relationship once they’d spent some time with her, some stallions had even been rude enough to call her ‘frigid’.

“Of course, you’ll always be welcome in this herd.” Lyra beamed.

“U-Um… I’m not sure…” The pegasus trailed off. What if they expected her to jump into bed with them? What if they laughed at her because she didn't know what she was doing?

Lyra seemed to sense her worries. “You won't have to do anything, nothing at all if you don't want to. If you just want to cuddle with him now and again then that’s fine.”

Rarity brushed a few strands of pink mane from Fluttershy’s face with a white hoof. “Come now darling, at least give us a chance.” The unicorn gave a cute little pout.

“Um… okay.” Fluttershy whispered.

Lyra joined the hug, a strange little victory smile on her face. “Kye will be thrilled, I can't wait to tell him.”

Fluttershy merely blushed, sandwiched between the two mares, a wing draped over each of them.

“Come on,” Lyra broke the silence, pulling away and continuing down the street. “we don't wanna leave Kye at the mercy of Tavi’s heat for too long now do we?”

“Octavia’s in heat?” Rarity yelped, following the alpha mare along with Fluttershy.

“What? You couldn't tell?” Lyra chuckled.

“I had no idea! Why did you leave him with her? She’ll tear him to pieces!”

Lyra rolled her eyes. “He’ll be fine, I told her to go easy on him.”

Rarity clearly wasn't convinced. “Surely you of all ponies should know what she’s like—and that’s just on a normal day…” They continued to idly bicker all the way to the house.

Fluttershy had sensed Octavia was in oestrus, the intoxicating odour had been unmistakable. She was pretty sure Kye had been clueless though, he’d practically had his head between her legs when he was lying on the floor yet he’d shown no reaction to the heady scent. Poor Kye, he’s in for quite a shock…

Kye basked in the warmth of the water streaming down his arms and torso, cleansing his skin of blood and grime. It was taking a while because he didn't have any shower gel or soap, but he was feeling cleaner all the same. The heavenly cascade was also helping to ease the pain in his thigh, the throbbing now barely noticeable.

He was thrilled with the new house—the heightened ceilings meant he no longer needed to bend over when indoors. There were two bedrooms, a kitchen and dining area, lounge and a garage. He still couldn't get over the fact he now had a garage, never having had the use of one back on Earth. (It had sucked having to park his ride in the tiny back yard behind his flat.)

The bathroom was huge, the walls adorned with sparkling sky blue tiles. He almost got the feeling that whoever designed the place thought he needed extra room to bathe or something. The shower stall he was currently standing in was easily big enough for around four ponies, or a human and three ponies...sounds like my kinda party.

A large, slightly elongated quarter-circle shaped bath sat in the corner. Just like the shower, it was easily big enough for him and a few of his marefriends to have a little fun. Celestia bless the pony who designed this place… Hmm, might have been Celestia herself. Kye wouldn't have been surprised. The sun goddess seemed rather knowledgeable about… well, everything.

Kye glanced down at his arms, he’d managed to get rid of pretty much all of the blood. He’d never went full rage on anypony—or anyone for that matter—ever before, but Ace had most thoroughly deserved it. Kye just hoped the townsponies that had fled the ball took into consideration the fact that he’d been avenging a serious case of domestic violence.

Tink… Kye’s heart was saddened for the poor mare. She’d called his name when he left the hospital ward, Kye hadn't even realised she knew his name. He thought of all the times he’d encountered her before, remembering—with a large pang of guilt—that when they’d first met he’d blasted her face full of gravel… I really need to stop judging ponies before I know them. He’d done exactly the same thing to Lyra when he’d first met her, though it had been for different reasons.

With a twist of the faucet, the flow of water ceased. Kye was halfway through contemplating whether or not Tink would appreciate another visit from him when he noticed the bathroom door was ajar. A large pair of lavender eyes were clearly visible amid the dark gap, their deadly gaze instantly enthralling him.

“What took you so long?” Rarity shot at Lyra as she emerged from the staircase, a small bundle of items floating alongside her.

“Just makin’ sure I got everything.” Lyra said with a smile.

“You’ve been up there for ages, all you needed to get was a towel and a few garments.”

Lyra merely stuck her tongue out, before trotting out through the front door. Rarity rolled her eyes and followed, Fluttershy trailing behind.

“So, would you mind telling me what Princess Luna was referring to when she asked you to stop calling her ‘your highness’?” Rarity asked her as they trotted back towards Kye’s new house,

“Yea—I’d rather not talk about it… it’s kinda weird.” Was the hurried reply.

Rarity smiled, rather sadistically. “Spill.”

Lyra shot her a fleeting look. “Look, Rarity, maybe we could just drop-”

“You-know-I’m-not-gonna-stop-until-you-tell-me.”

Lyra hesitated, an odd look on her face. “It’s really weird though-”

Rarity pulled out the big guns. “But Lyyyrrra!” She wailed, in the most whiny voice she could muster.

The alpha mare flinched, as did Fluttershy. “Okay fine I’ll tell you!” Lyra grimaced.

Rarity beamed. Works every time. “Spill.” She repeated.

The turquoise unicorn gave a sigh. “Princess Luna want’s to join the herd.”

Fluttershy gasped. Rarity merely snorted. “That’s ridiculous darling, you don't really expect us to-”

“It’s true. She turned up in my dream last night, asked if she could join, then she went and made a freakin move on me!”

Rarity’s smirk vanished. “Really? She’s into mares?”

“Well… not exclusively. I think she’s just really taken a liking to Kye, and doesn't mind ‘full participation’, well, thats how she put it anyway.”

Rarity thought back to the alicorn’s odd behaviour before Lyra and Fluttershy had appeared in the town square… She had been flirting with him. “What did you say to her?”

Lyra raised an eyebrow. “Well I’m not gonna say no to royalty now am I?”

Rarity was speechless, lost to her thoughts as the trio continued to make their way back down the empty street.

Kye froze. One foot still inside the shower stall. Octavia’s mesmerising gaze was somehow different this time… almost predatory. It was clear that the grey mare knew he had spotted her, because she pushed her head against the door. As she crossed the threshold into the brightly lit bathroom, the bat shit crazy look in her eyes became clearly perceptible—instantly scaring the shit out of him. Her mane was sticking out at odd angles and her tail was twitching erratically.

“Uhh, Tav-”

He hadn't even finished the sentence before she lunged at him. Kye yelped, barely managing to aikido roll over the tiled floor. Ouch. The Earth pony slammed into the wall next to the shower, letting out a loud nicker. She didn't look hurt, just extremely pissed off. Nope. Kye bolted, completely disregarding his pile of dirty clothes and running bollock naked for the stairs.

The sound of hooves on tiles followed him, then hooves on carpeted hall way. Holy mother of Beelzeboss what’s gotten into her? He thought as she chased him down the staircase.

Kye instinctively ran towards his motorcycle, which he’d parked in the garage as soon as he’d had a look around the house. He barely managed to keep his balance on the wood flooring of the empty front room, nearly falling flat on his ass because he was still dripping wet.

He eventually made it through the kitchen and into the garage—only to remember he’d left his keys in his jeans pocket. Fucking moron! Kye turned back towards the kitchen but the crazed mare slammed into him, bowling him over onto a pile of hay. He instinctively brought his arms up to cover his face, bizarrely thinking she was going to attack him for some reason. He waited for the pain to come… but it didn't. After a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes.

Octavia was trembling, braced on her hooves as she stood with her rump to him. Her tail was raised, pointing slightly to the left, exposing her slick folds. She kept throwing expectant glances back at him. Ohh…

Kye just sat in the hay, his mouth opening and closing in shock. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that ponies probably preferred what was known as ‘doggy style’ on Earth as a default position. Octavia obviously expected him to take her from behind. He was about to move—but apparently she was done waiting.

“For buck’s sake.” The Earth pony turned, diving on him in the process.

She roughly pinned him on his back, the pile of hay softening the slight fall as her hooves snaked around his neck, so tight she nearly cut off his circulation. The soft grey fur of her coat caressed his wet skin, instantly causing his cock to stand to attention. Kye briefly discerned the fact that she was oddly warmer than usual before her lips descended to his, her muzzle pressing to his mouth with voracious enthusiasm, her tongue completely dominating his own.

The resulting endorphin rush of her vigorous embrace sent his mind off on a tangent of delirious euphoria. The intense relief of finally getting another hit of this highly addictive mare, her intoxicating scent, her compulsive taste, was driving him to a paroxysm of pure bliss. So much so that for a few alarming seconds, the garage seemed to dissolve—the alluring Earth pony the only thing palpable to his perception.

Kye’s hands found her twitching ears, gently squeezing, Octavia let out the cutest little squeak in response. He could feel her wet marehood grinding against him, inadvertently coating his abdomen with a slick layer of need. She was clearly desperately seeking his rock solid erection with her hindquarters, but he suspected the mare was inexperienced with their current positioning.

She broke the embrace, “Kye,” her voice sounded unusually strained. “Rut me…” Tears had formed in her large lavender eyes, one of them falling to his cheek as she continued to lustfully gyrate her hips. “I… need…y-you… inside…” She whimpered, barely able to finish the sentence.

Her words sparked a strong wave of primal lust. Kye rolled the beautiful mare onto her back, simultaneously gripping her mane, gently biting one of her ears and sliding the inflated head of his member between her twitching folds. He’d barely penetrated her, wasn't even halfway inside—before he realised he’d made a big mistake.

Octavia was tight. Too tight, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. He tried to pull out, maybe finger her instead—but the devious little minx had already locked her hindlegs around his ass. With a powerful twist, she effortlessly pinned him on his back again, sitting up with her her forehooves pressed to his chest. With her weight now bearing down on him, his shaft slid deep inside her clenching walls.

“Ooohhh… finally…” Octavia moaned, her eyes forming little arches, her ears flicking in pleasure. After a few moments, she opened her eyes. The crazed look she’d had in the bathroom was back again, only this time her pupils were actually sparkling at him. Okaaay—that’s some scary shit! Her eyes narrowed as she gave him a smile that sent several chills down his spine, flashing perfect white teeth.

Kye panicked. This didn't feel like normal sex. This was different, fucking scary even. Her tight, grasping marehood felt like it was trying to ingest his dick; like he’d be stuck inside her forever. The overwhelming sensation was already beginning to trigger the first stirrings of a forced climax—and she hadn't even started to move yet.

He struggled, but she was just too damn strong. How can I be this fucking weak compared to her? Octavia didn't even seem to notice his futile attempts to escape. She leaned forward, darting her broad tongue over a nipple, her slick labia sliding up his shaft, the freaky suction sensation almost causing him to prematurely paint her insides white.

“Gaaaooooowwwaaa!” Kye groaned—couldn't even stop himself. The fuck! I sound like an OTT pornstar! He hated being vocal during sex. No girl had ever managed to get him to moan in pleasure, but here was Octavia, playing him like her frickin’ cello!

The Earth pony chuckled, and Kye’s cheeks burned with a mixture of pleasure and mortification. She slid back down, taking his full length inside her as she nuzzled his neck. No, please, not there! She sucked the fragile skin between her teeth whilst somehow manipulating her marehood to forcefully suck his member again.

“Hoollly s-shit… T-Tavi… S-Stahp!”

She didn't.

Kye came; thick ropes of his seed forcefully erupting deep inside the beautiful mare. One hand tugged at her silky black mane, the other pressed down on her rump. As soon as the first jet hit her cervix she followed suit, moaning in ecstasy as the suction intensified, her quivering walls contracting around his shaft—causing him to scream. Oh god why! She clutched him tighter still, her Earth pony strength nearly cracking his bones.

The pulsing continued, the sheer intensity of the release causing Kye’s whole body to lock rigid beneath the spasming mare. When she’d taken all he had to give, Octavia loosened her hold, her scorching body lying limp atop him.

She had stopped climaxing but was still mewling in ecstasy for some reason, her sweet breath casting a chill over his neck, alerting him to the fact he was now covered in sweat.

Kye rolled the whimpering mare onto her back, she didn't protest, instead remaining limp, her eyes tightly closed. With a slight effort—and an audible ‘pop’—he managed to extract his manhood from her. It had been beginning to become uncomfortable, what with her being about a million degrees or something.

She curled up into the most adorable little ball, clutching her tail between her forehooves and continuing to mewl like a kitten. She now looked quite the picture of innocence, despite the fact she’d just fucked him senseless.

Kye now knew Bon Bon hadn't been exaggerating when she said Tavi was good in bed. The cellist had just fucking owned him—making him scream like a little bitch. Even a surging Lyra hadn't had such an effect.

He glanced down at her. She was still curled up on her side, making odd little sounds of pleasure. “Tavi?”

She ignored him, idly chewing her tail, her eyes remaining closed.

“Octavia…” He purred. She looked so frickin’ cute… gorgeous, Kye was starting to get turned on again.

Still, she blanked him. Fine. Lets see if you can ignore this… He leaned over, bringing his elbows down to the hay either side of her head and nibbling on one of her ears. She moaned in response, opening her eyes and turning her head. Kye noticed she looked pretty out of it, like she was high or something. Hmm, weird.

“Um… you okay Tavi?”

She didn't reply. She did however, roll onto her back, spreading her hindlegs wide before pulling him down for a kiss. Just like that—Kye was rock solid again. Her addictive pheromones addled his mind, causing him to soar to dizzy euphoric heights. His newly rekindled libido screamed for retribution, commanding him to fuck her hard, make her scream.

Positioning himself between her hindlegs, he parted the slick folds of her marehood with the head of his cock; sliding the full length of his rod into her velvet depths once more. Octavia gave a particularly loud whimper at the sudden penetration; breaking the kiss.

Snaking a hand beneath her back and weaving the other into her mane, he began to screw her gently—despite the protests from his libido. Her breathing became more laboured, the mewling more erratic as she shakily inhaled and exhaled in time with the slick gliding of his shaft. Her muzzle was inches from his mouth, her intoxicating scent driving his need even further.

Kye increased the pace a little, deepening his thrusts. He was rewarded with a fully fledged moan from the sexy little minx, the soft strands of her tail flicking his inner thighs. She wasn't even holding him at this point, instead just letting him rut into her, forelegs and hindlegs completely relaxed.

Two minutes turned into five, five minutes turned into ten as Kye continued to relentlessly screw the lust-worthy mare. The strenuous activity combined with her abnormally high temperature was causing the sweat to drip from his body, dampening her silky grey coat.

Octavia’s idle whimpering had long since progressed to blissful wailing. Payback time. Kye’s earlier release had gave him plenty of tolerance for what he was about to do. Capturing one of her flicking ears between his teeth, he bit down—and started to ruthlessly plough into her splayed hindquarters.

Octavia’s eyes went wide, rolling back into her head slightly as she let out a loud squeak, but she still didn't scream. Damn it! What the fuck do I have to do to get her to-HOLY FUCK!

Kye screamed—again. Octavia had just climaxed, the ingesting contractions of her inner walls causing him to spontaneously explode inside her. The intense orgasm took him by surprise, he went rigid again, involuntary spasming as he pumped his seed into her for the second time.

When the euphoric waves died away, he collapsed on top of her, completely spent. He didn't even have the energy to move. Octavia didn't seem to mind though, she was purring away to herself like a contented kitten.

After a few minutes, Kye finally found the strength to roll off her, laying on his back on the hay pile. She’d done it again—made him scream like a fucking virgin, yet he hadn't been able to elicit the same from her. Fuck me she’s good.

Octavia had obviously come to her senses, because she cleared her throat. “...I-I’m sorry for… well… raping you… kind of…” Her ears flattened in shame. “Please don't hate me…”

Wait, what? She thought she’d raped him? Kye could admit—she’d been a little rough maybe, but rape? No. “What are you talking about? Get over here and gimme some cuddles you silly mare.”

She blinked in shock. “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?” Kye pulled the confused mare into an intimate hug, grabbing a few armfuls of hay and spreading it over the both of them.

“Well… I did just scorch you…” Octavia quietly said, a guilty expression on her face as she wrapped her limbs around him under makeshift blanket.

“Err, what now?” Kye asked, puzzled. He had no idea what that meant.

“...y’know, when a mare in heat chases down a stallion for sex…” Octavia murmured, her cheeks reddening.

In heat. Everything suddenly made sense. “Oh. That explains… a lot.”

The Earth pony flinched, trembling at his side. “I’m sorry… I didn't want our first time to be like this. I was going to… well, stay away from you until it passed… but then Coco attacked you… I tried to walk away again once I’d dealt with her, but I couldn't…” She absentmindedly ran a hoof over one of his nipples, causing a slight stirring in his loins...Holy shit, again? Damn, she’s really good.

“Why stay away?” He asked, Kye certainly didn't want her to avoid him.

She closed her eyes, nuzzling into his neck. “Heat isn't a very nice thing to experience. Because of the intense craving to be mated, some mares can be a bit of a nightmare to be around… especially if you’re a stallion. Receiving ejaculation is pretty much the only thing that stops the torment for any decent length of time, it also makes the mare… space out for a few minutes afterwards.”

Hmm, so that’s why she kept ignoring me… “You know you could have just asked, right? If it’s really that bad then I can take a little rough sex now and again.” Kye chuckled. “I do have one condition though… erm… don't tell anypony you made me scream.”

Octavia raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Because it’s embarrassing…”

The Earth pony’s lip trembled, she brought a hoof up to her maw. “Lyra’s right, you are adorable when you try to be… dominant.”

“Excuse me? I am dominant damn it! I’m the boss in this herd, not Lyra.”

That earned a fully fledged laugh. “Yeah, sure you are honey…”

“I am!” Kye said, his voice rather higher than usual.

The mare snorted. “Oh you’re so cute, I hate to break it to you but you’re currently fourth in command babe…”

“FOURTH! Fuckin’ what?! Are you still high on spunk or something? That is bullshit!”

“It’s true.” Octavia gave him a wide grin. “Lyra’s the gaffer, then it’s Rarity, me, then… you.” She bopped him on the nose with a hoof as she said the last word.

Kye was not amused. He playfully slapped the furry foreleg away. Octavia giggled in response, nipping the skin of his neck with her teeth. Right. That’s it. Kye rolled, pinning the mare on her back. He smiled rather smugly at the small victory—for a few seconds. With effortless ease, almost lazily in fact, the Earth pony overpowered him. He was unceremoniously flipped onto his back, hay flying in all directions.

Oh hell no. Kye struggled, attempting to free himself from her clutching hooves. He tried to use his arms as leverage to roll himself into a more favourable position, but she splayed her hindquarters over his waist, creating an immovable foundation. His semi erect cock slid against her dripping marehood. Gah… okay that feels good. Octavia nickered in pleasure at the sexually charged contact, smiling at his attempts to escape.

“This.” She chuckled. “This is why you ain't the boss babe.”

“Screw you!” Kye was still struggling, trying desperately to cling to whatever manly pride he had left.

Octavia merely continued to giggle at him. She licked his face, humiliating him further, he was powerless to stop her from doing whatever the hell she liked to him. Giving up his attempts to escape, he tried to penetrate her instead—his masculinity could potentially be recovered if he gave her another good rutting…

The sound of a door opening, followed by multiple hoofsteps rang through the house. Kye and Octavia froze, his erect member poised at her slick opening. Neither of them moved an inch as the hoofsteps grew louder. Kye felt the the Earth pony shiver slightly as the door connecting the garage to the kitchen swung open in an amber aura.

Their alpha mare trotted into the garage, abruptly stopping after about three steps to bring a hoof up to her nose. “Dayyum! It smells like you two have being doing some pretty nasty shit to each other.”

“She hasn't killed him, has she?” Rarity called from the kitchen, before trotting through to stand next to Lyra. Octavia pointedly rolled her eyes.

“He’s fine darling…” The grey mare sniped, earning a nicker from Lyra.

Aaannnddd this is now awkward… The cellist and the fashionista glared at each other, Octavia’s slippery folds still glazing his shaft. Rarity wore an odd, jealous expression, mixed with slight irritation.

“Apologise to each other. Now.” Lyra calmly said.

“What did I do?” Rarity yelped.

“You know what you did, now apologise. You too Tavi.”

Octavia raised her eyebrows. Lyra lowered hers. Fuck that’s scary… and kinda hot… The cellist gave a tiny flinch, only perceptible to him because she was still lying on his naked body.

“Fine.” The Earth pony sighed. “I’m sorry Rarity… Kye’s fine by the way. I only broke a few of his bones after all—and with a bit of luck, his dick wont fall off from my oestrogen fuelled abuse…” She gave a rather wide, sarcastic grin. Kye barely managed to keep a straight face, he really didn't want to laugh incase it upset Rarity.

Lyra facehoofed. “Tavi. I really can't be bothered with this shit. Can you just-”

She was cut off by a loud squeak, Fluttershy had just appeared in the doorway, her wings forcefully extending. The pegasus grimaced in pain as the tips collided with the frame. When she realised everyone was looking at her, she let out a yelp and bolted for the front room. Kye made a movement to follow—to try and calm her down—but Lyra pinned him with her magic.

“You’re naked, genius. Tavi, you go instead.”

The grey mare leapt to her hooves, a chilly breeze assaulting his cock and balls at the sudden absence of her fuzzy hindquarters. She bounded through the house after Fluttershy.

Kye looked to Rarity. The fashionista was eyeing his member, a small smile on her face. She clearly hadn't been bothered in the slightest by Octavia’s sarcasm. He quickly realised this was the first time she’d seen him naked, and had to suppress a fleeting urge to cover up, for fear of the stunning unicorn finding him inadequate. Lyra glanced between them, before nickering in realisation.

“Yeah, you’ll have to wait your turn darling…” She shot at Rarity. “I call first.”

“But Lyyrrraaaaaa!” The fashionista whined

Kye flinched. So did Lyra. Damn that grates…

“Fine, get over here then.” She turned to Kye. “Octavia didn't wear you out, did she? You reckon you can handle both of us?” She gave him a smile that nearly stopped his heart.

Kye opened his mouth—only to discover that he’d forgotten how to form words. Lyra and Rarity slowly approached him, their hoofsteps becoming more muffled by the hay strewn all over the floor from his and Octavia’s wrestling session. Two sets of large adorable eyes twinkled at him, beautiful shades of amber and blue, drawing steadily nearer.

“Rarity tells me you gave her an extra special ‘treat’ at the spa…” Lyra said, sitting next to him and running a hoof over his thigh. Rarity sat down on his other side, a sly grin on her face.

“Um… yea…” Kye nervously said, his cock perking up at the erotic memory. Lyra gave him a small smile, her gorgeous amber eyes twinkling at him.

Rarity leaned into his side. “She want’s you to do it to her.” She whispered into his ear.

“Oh…”

Kye looked at his alpha, she was beginning to blush. He hadn't realised she would be cool with him going down on her—and hadn't wanted to just try it anyway in case she got pissed off and murdered him… unlikely, but still…

He grinned, wrapping an arm around her and drawing her close for a kiss. She brought her forelegs up to his neck in response, leaning back into the hay and pulling him on top of her. Well shit… somepony’s keen…

Breaking the kiss, Kye buried his face into the fur of her barrell, inhaling her familiar alluring scent and planting small kisses on her coat, causing the mare to shiver. He trailed lower, almost impatient to get to her exciting bits.

Something white entered his peripheral vision—Rarity had just laid down on her back next to Lyra. Kye grinned. It was like Christmas had come early… I just hope I don’t…

Both mares gasped as Kye sucked one of Lyra’s teats into his mouth, whilst simultaneously brushing his fingers over Rarity’s moistening folds. A tinkling sound—a clear indicator of magic flowing flowing through a horn—reverberated through the garage in unison. Kye glanced up. Yep. Both of the unicorn’s horns were glowing, a powerful amber aura and beautiful blue one. Time for a little light show…

Kye sucked Lyra’s clit, and slipped his middle and ring fingers into Rarity’s moist opening. Rarity moaned in pleasure, Lyra yelped.

“Ahhhh… okay… B-Be careful K-Ky-ooohhhhh…” The panting turquoise unicorn gasped.

Kye ignored her, plunging his tongue deep between her nether lips. The sweet taste of ambrosia greeted his taste buds. Fuck that’s some good shit… The delicious mare-honey momentarily caused him to forget all about Rarity. The fashionista gave his fingers a squeeze, prompting him to continue the manual stimulation.

He rotated his fingers inside the white mare in an attempt to find the sweet spot he’d managed to find inside Lyra. Eventually, the familiar texture greeted the tips, Kye pressed, curling his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. Rarity moaned, the sound mixing with Lyra’s incoherent babbling due to his roaming tongue.

A strong sensation of static suddenly blasted through his neck and chest as the whole garage lit up. Kye scrambled backwards in reflex, Rarity screamed, leaping up and bolting in panic. A loud crash echoed through the room, followed by a an equally loud yelp—Kye squinted, trying to get his eyes to adjust. He eventually noticed Rarity sitting next to his ride, idly rubbing her horn with a hoof. She had a pained expression on her face, obviously just having ran into the garage door.

“You okay gorgeou-”

Before he could finish the sentence, Kye was telekinetically dragged on top of a floating Lyra. The unicorn even took most of his weight, only his lower legs remained in contact with the hay. Fuck, here we go again…

Kye closed his eyes as the intense exhilarating feeling once again blasted through his senses, Lyra’s immense power causing him to shiver in an odd mix of paralysing fear and jubilant delight. Holy shit—this is awesome, just please don't kill me…

“L-Lyra… L-Lay down.” Kye stuttered, tightly wrapping his arms around the surging unicorn.

After a few moments, she surprised him—heeding his request. Kye wasted no time in penetrating the powerful mare. The resultant magical radiation blast causing him to whimper in terrific pleasure.

He glanced at Rarity. The unicorn was sitting on her haunches, forelegs between hindlegs, ears splayed back and a shocked expression on her face. The image was rather adorable, Kye couldn't help but grin at the fashionista.

Turning his attention back to his bat shit crazy alpha, he began to grind into her in deep, gliding thrusts. Lyra let out a moan, the most seductive, ethereal sound he’d ever heard any female produce. It sent him to crazy town. He immediately began to hammer away at her clenching hindquarters, an overwhelming desire to breed her consuming his thoughts. Lyra continued wail in passion, the radiation intensifying, spurring him on even further.

After four solid minutes of frenzied, rapturous surge rutting, Lyra screamed, her voice laced with the demonic undertone. Her legs tightly embraced his waist and torso, the winking folds of her marehood grasping his shaft, strong milking contractions finally pushing him over the edge. Kye released for the third time in less than an hour, his seed flowing deep into the vaginal confines of his alpha mare, where it truly belonged.

A loud blasting sound followed by a metallic ringing, a panicked scream and a scorching wave of heat erupted in the small garage. What the? Rarity ran for the kitchen, disappearing through the door as the hay burst into flames—perilously close to his ride.

“OH FUCK NO!” Kye leapt to his feet, dragging a dazed Lyra off the burning straw. “Lyra, call nine nine… Fuck!” He yelled, briefly forgetting telephones didn't exist in Equestria. Depositing the mare by the kitchen door, he ran to open the garage shutter, trying to ignore the smoke burning his eyes and making him cough as he grasped for the handle. He pulled, but it wouldn't budge. There was a large hole burned into the metal, some of the door had… fucking melted! The locking mechanism was effectively welded shut.

A loud hissing sound came from somewhere behind, Kye snapped his gaze to the source. Lyra was levitating a stream of water through the air, cocooning the fire in a watery veil, some of it evapourating on contact. The flames died instantly.

“Do you have a fucking death wish or something?”

Kye recoiled at the sight of Octavia, she was stood in the kitchen doorway, looking even more pissed off than she had at the ball.

“Err…”

“What in the name of Tartarus compelled you to want to fuck a surging unicorn?”

“Well…” Kye glanced at Lyra. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don't try pin this on me honey—if I remember correctly, I did tell you to run…”

Kye snorted. “Yea, like I would have gotten very far.”

Lyra’s lips quivered, she avoided his gaze.

“Ha! You smiled—I’m off the hook.” Kye pointedly grinned.

“No you’re fucking not!” Octavia snapped. Oh shit. “Do you even know how lucky you are? Lyra is the most powerful unicorn in Equestria!”

Lyra cleared her throat. “Um… actually Tavi, that honour goes to Twilig-”

“Shut up!”

“Okay…”

Octavia advanced towards Kye, a murderous expression on her face. “I can put up with you getting into the odd street fight. I’m even okay with you tearing about on that thing-” She pointed a grey hoof at the motorcycle. “-at ridiculously moronic speeds, but for you to see Lyra during a highly unpredictable magical surge and think—‘Hmm, that’s hawt’—is a special kind of stupid. Fucking hell Kye, if she’d sneezed in the wrong direction you’d be dead right now, not to mention she just nearly vapourised Rarity because you made her come so freakin hard!”

Kye’s back pressed into the shutter. He attempted to stutter out an apology, but was left rather speechless at the sight of the enraged mare. He glanced at Lyra, but the unicorn just gave him a fleeting look that suggested: ‘You’re on your own.’

“If I ever find you sticking around for a cheap ‘adrenaline junkie’ fuck when Lyra loses it again then trust me,” She stood on her hindlegs and placed her forehooves either side of his shoulders, striking the shutter with a loud clatter. Her eyes were now level with his—and doing the freaky sparkling thing again. “you don't wanna know what I’ll do to you.”

Kye gulped. How can a pony be this frickin’ scary! “O-Okay…” He stuttered.

Her expression softened at his shaky tone of voice. “I know you like it, and Lyra would never intentionally hurt you, but it’s not worth the risk. Stallions are too precious... especially you.” She nuzzled his cheek, before dropping back down on her hooves.

“There’s some clothes, a towel and some shower gel on the kitchen bench.” Lyra said, levitating the burnt hay into a pile in the corner. “You should probably go take another shower—you smell like like a gigolo comfort horse.” She smiled.

Kye rolled his eyes. “Like that’s my fault… damned ponies…” He muttered, ignoring Lyra and Octavia’s snickering as he made his way to the kitchen, grabbed the aforementioned items and headed for the bathroom.

After quickly showering again—properly this time—he emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of jeans and a turquoise t-shirt emblazoned with Lyra’s cutie mark. Rarity had described it as ‘adorable’ when she’d first shown him it, Lyra had laughed her flanks off for five minutes straight, repeatedly referring to him as ‘my lil’ bitch’ when they’d talked him into trying it on.

He was about to head downstairs when he saw Rarity sitting up against the wall in the master bedroom.

“Rarity, what you doing up here by yourself?” He asked, walking over and sitting beside her. The fashionista cuddled into his side, Kye wrapped an arm around her.

“Lyra still scares me sometimes…” She whispered.

A wave of guilt shot through him. “I know the feeling… Sorry… it was kinda my fault you nearly got blasted…”

Rarity smiled. “It really is rather foolish to mess with a surging unicorn dear, especially Lyra.”

“I’ve been told.” He sighed. “Have you ever surged?”

“Once, I caught a stallion staring at Sweetie Belle in a rather inappropriate manner. He ended up in hospital.”

Kye raised his eyebrows. “I’d have killed him.”

The fashionista smiled, an adorable expression that melted his heart. Kye kissed her, caressing her tongue with his own, savouring her sweet taste before breaking off. “I do believe I owe you one…”

Rarity blinked. “One what?”

Kye grinned. “Close your eyes and I’ll show you.”

The unicorn blushed, heeding his command, a small smile spreading over her face. Kye pulled her between his legs, her side to his chest, her horn in front of his face. Sliding a hand between her hindlegs, he ran his fingertips through her moistening folds.

“Ohh…” Rarity gasped, the familiar tinkling magic sound echoing through the empty room. The blue aura illuminated her horn, Kye wrapped his free arm around her head and gave the glowing protrusion a long lick from base to tip.

Rarity moaned, trembling in his arms as her breaths became ragged, unpredictable. After a few moments of teasing, eliciting some pretty hilarious little squeaks from the aroused unicorn he took her horn into his mouth and simultaneously slid two fingers into her dripping marehood.

“EEEEP!”

Rarity squirmed, but Kye kept a firm grip on her. (He didn't want a hole in the back of his throat.) He slowly began to bob his head and gyrate his fingers, building up a steady rhythm. The mare shivered in ecstasy, her moans growing louder, her silky, gracefully curled purple tail flicking at his legs.

It didn't take long for her to come, the experience of being fingered and having her horn sucked at the same time was too much for the overstimulated unicorn. She screamed, her twitching walls clamping down on his fingers, her slick sex flooding his hand with mare-honey as an intense tingling sensation hit the back of his throat.

Kye swallowed in reflex, before carefully extracting the sharp protrusion from his mouth and immediately bringing his sticky digits up to his lips. He sucked the evidence of her pleasure from his fingers, savouring the erotic taste.

The sated unicorn lay against his chest, panting heavily in post orgasmic bliss. Kye smiled, closing his eyes and wrapping the limp mare in an intimate embrace. His new house was already beginning to feel like a home.

Author's Notes:

Here's my overly cloppy 'heat' chapter.

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