Horse People Go Naked
Chapter 137: Chapter 136: Beating the Heat (Clop)
Previous Chapter Next Chapter“Mmgh.” Moonlight awoke with a faint tingle between her legs. The tingle felt familiar, somehow important, but for the love of the alicorns, she was unable to remember why. She next became aware of an even more familiar pressure behind her. Sleeping on her side as she was, and with the comforting warmth of a stallion on her back, she knew this second feeling could only be one thing. “Good morning, stud,” Moonlight purred as she ground her hips back into Thomas’ morning wood.
“Hey there, sweet stuff,” he greeted groggily, grabbing around his love’s waist for leverage. His body began mechanically hot-dogging between her firm butt cheeks.
“Is that really how you say ‘hello’ to your special little mare in the morning?” she teased, fighting against a groan as her human’s actions seemed to agitate the tingle.
“Little?” he asked in disbelief as he reared back and thrust his erection forward between the mare’s thighs, causing her to squeak as he grazed her sensitive clit. “Ain’t nothing little about you, big girl.”
Moonlight happily hummed as she clenched her thighs tightly together, holding his erection in place as she reached down and gave the head a gentle flick. “And don’t you forget it.” Despite her bravado, she couldn’t help but feel a wrongness in her actions, like she’d somehow disrespected her stallion in some way. It was almost a chore to open her thighs and release his erection so that they could both get out of bed.
No sooner had her hooves hit the floor than the unicorn spun around and yanked the covers off the still drowsy human. “Wake up, lazy bones,” she said with a forced giggle as her eyes zeroed in on his morning wood. And stop selfishly hogging that piece of meat all to yourself! Selfish? Where had that come from? Moonlight lingered on this thought faintly as she pressed her muzzle down against the base of his cock, just above the balls. She inhaled deeply of his scent and gave a lustful moan of gratitude.
“Someone’s feeling extra friendly today,” Thomas chuckled as his hands mechanically fell upon Moonlight’s head, fingers intertwining with her mane as she nuzzled his manhood. Morning blowjobs, despite how good they felt, had been one of those routines he hadn’t been terribly sorry to cut back on. In fact, he’d told Moonlight as much, and she’d agreed to do so with less and less frequency, appreciating that her stallion got tired attending to so many mares and wished for his time with his herd mare to have a bit more cuddling.
“Can’t help it.” Moonlight extended her tongue and began lathering around his balls before popping one inter her mouth and suckling it fondly. The other quickly followed suit. The sounds of Thomas’ moans were like music to her ears. Eventually, after deciding she’d sucked the orbs clean of all flavor, she released them both with an audible pop. “You just taste so,” she inhaled again and clicked her tongue, “masculine.”
Thomas frowned, a bit concerned. “Really? I thought my smell was still being suppressed.”
“It is,” Moonlight purred, sounding vaguely drunk as she nuzzled up and down his length almost worshipfully. “If it weren’t,” she panted heavily, “I don’t think I’d be letting you leave this room.”
“Uh… Moony?” Thomas asked in concern.
“Yes, my yummy little colt,” she emphasized by licking his tip and sampling a bead of his delicious pre. Her entire body shuddered as the tingle between her legs grew warmer by the second.
“What’s that circle on the calendar for?”
Moonlight’s ear flicked, and her body went stiff, making the human very nervous. Please, no… She extracted herself from his heavenly aroma and spun around. Her pupils shrunk to pinpricks upon seeing the calendar.
“Well, it looks like the whole of next week’s been circled.” He indicated the thick red ink circling the entire week, along with the words ‘DON’T FORGET!’ “How the hell did I not notice that earlier?” he asked himself.
“Oh, no,” Moonlight muttered in dreadful fright, all the while not realizing that her hands had gone to massage Thomas’ cock and balls. “This isn’t good.”
“Uh, what is?” Thomas asked, finding it marginally tricky to concentrate with Moonlight fondling him as she was.
“Heat week,” Moonlight said as if speaking the name of some eldritch horror. However, whatever terrifying mood she was trying to set was ruined by her continued stroking of the human. Her tail also began wagging behind her in a bid to cool herself off, but only succeeded in spreading the smell of her arousal.
“Heat? As in, that time mares get super horny?” Thomas asked worriedly.
“No. It’s the time of year mares get super horny, and receptive to a stallion’s seed.” She whimpered as she turned to meet her stallion’s concerned gaze, silently grateful he seemed to understand the gravity of the situation and sympathized with her plight. “Mine’s… early!” But how? Why? And why didn’t my pro-estrus warn me?
“M-Moonlight,” Thomas stammered as he set his hands around the mare’s own, but her grip held fast. “I, uh, love you and all—”
“And I love you too,” Moonlight agreed as she continued her thoughtless fondling.
“Yeah, I know, but, thing is, I’m not really ready to be a dad right now,” he confessed, still trying to pull her hands away. Then he remembered. “I said that back at the doctor’s office, remember.”
“I do, and I understand completely,” Moonlight breathlessly said as the tingle between her legs grew ever hotter, and her face began drawing ever closer to her stallion’s groin. “My career in the guard has only just started,” she groaned as she licked her lips in anticipation. “I’d hoped to at least make sergeant before having my first foal.”
“Y-yeah. G-good plan,” Thomas stammered, trying all the harder to escape his captor. Her grip wasn’t quite painful, but the dazed look in her eyes left him particularly anxious about what she might do. “I’d love to talk about that some time, maybe after you, urgh, let me go!”
“Wh-what?” Moonlight asked distractedly. “Oh. OH!” Only now realizing what she’d been doing, the mare jumped back to the opposite end of the room. She held her hands up as if under arrest. “Sorry! I’m so sorry!” Her ears were splayed, and she was cringing back submissively.
“Hold on. Back up,” Thomas said as he held his hands out in front of him, maintaining a distance between the two as he adjusted himself upon the bed. “What’s going on, and why are you acting like that?”
“Like…” Moonlight glanced down at herself, observing her meek disposition as well as her glistening marehood. I’m in heat, you dolt! a voice inside her head screamed. It commanded her to act, to use the tool Faust had given the male sex for this very purpose, to quell her inner fire. However, that voice was quickly drowned out by concern for her stallion’s wellbeing. “This is… I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked urgently. She wasn’t in her right mind and feared her hormones might have driven her to do something careless, dreadful, and possibly illegal.
“What? No!” Thomas denied just as urgently. The panic in Moonlight’s voice was only causing him to grow more anxious. “All’s well over here.” He laughed meekly and indicated his unharmed body. “You were just, uh, being a little more grabby than usual.”
Moonlight’s posture visibly relaxed, though she maintained her distance. She didn’t trust herself not to lose control again. “Oh, thank Faust!”
“Something you wanna tell me? Because I’m kind of freaking out over how much you’re freaking out.”
“Oh, uh, right. Sorry,” Moonlight squeaked as her eyes fell down below the human’s beltline, though she quickly jumped back up when she’d been caught. “This time of year,” she licked her lips, “mares can get a little… clingy with their stallions.”
“You say that, but I’m guessing we’re not talking the same kind of ‘clingy’ you guys usually do,” Thomas inferred.
Moonlight nodded guiltily. “Sometimes a heat-addled mare might… force herself on her stallion.” It hurt to admit. The stories were rare, but never failed to make the news for how utterly atrocious they were.
Thomas remained silent as he watched, waiting for Moonlight to continue her uncomfortable admission.
“Mares hurting stallions is just unthinkable on a normal day,” she said. “But this time of year, and with you of all stallions…” she trailed off, her eyes starting to water. “I could… I’d never…” she struggled to say.
“You didn’t!” Thomas reflexively shouted back, causing Moonlight to jump a little. Frightened and confused as he was, he couldn’t stand to see his mare in this state. Only vaguely aware of the smell of mare arousal in the air, the human hopped out of bed and held out his limbs in presentation. “See? I’m fine. You didn’t do anything bad.”
Moonlight calmed further, but kept her arms folded beneath her breasts as a relieved smile spread across her lips. “Thank Faust!” However, as her eyes fell back to his erection, she caught herself feeling a little bit proud that her musk had kept him aroused despite her morality attempting to kill the mood. No! she hissed internally. Bad libido!
“That said, I’m still a little in the dark here,” Thomas admitted. He glanced over at the door, imagining the female majority population that lay beyond, all in the same half-crazed state as Moonlight. “So, uh, how bad are we talking?”
“What?” Moonlight followed his line of sight and guessed his thoughts. “Oh! It’s not what you’re thinking,” she insisted, desperate for her beloved stallion to not start thinking poorly of herself or mares as a whole. “Mares don’t just start jumping stallions at random.” She laughed nervously. “We’d need to be locked up if that were the case.”
Thomas nodded, clearly not appreciating the joke.
“It’s just, um…” she trailed off. “Heat’s a pain in the flank in general. It’s a burning itch that just screams to be scratched.” Without meaning to, she emphasized her own point by grinding her thighs together. Her cheeks turned a brighter red as she noticed a faint slickness running down her legs. “That’s bad enough for single mares. W-They,” she quickly corrected, “just need to group up with a few friends and a cooler. But for those of us who actually have stallions…” she trailed off, eyes wandering back down to Thomas’ erection. Her lip quivered as a whimper escaped her mouth. “It’s just that much worse as our bodies scream to be bred.” She spoke the word as if describing the most mouthwatering dessert imaginable.
Observing the mix of want in Moonlight’s voice and reluctance in her body language left Thomas all the more confused. She wanted him, but didn’t want to? As he ruminated on this, he eventually became aware of just where the both of them were. They were deliberately standing apart from one another, staring at each other with fear and apprehension. Thomas had never been afraid of Moonlight before, and he didn’t like doing so now. In fact, he downright hated it. He hated being scared, but he also hated seeing how hurt Moonlight looked. His inner maleness compelled him to action. However, his inner cynic demanded that he learn more before doing anything. “Now, when you say ‘worse’?”
Moonlight’s nostrils flared as she licked her lips, still stealing glances of his erection. Her tail had begun wagging again, her body working on instinct to do what came naturally. There was simply no denying how much she wanted him in every sense of the word. “Right now, my body is screaming out for you, your smooth touch, those lovely sounds you make, and the feel of your seed to quell my,” she gulped, “fire.”
“Scale of one to ten?” It felt silly to ask, but he still wanted to know.
“If five is a normal day?” Moonlight contextualized. “Seventeen.”
“… shit.”
“If you want,” Moonlight offered without thinking. Neither of them had ever expressed interest in that sort of thing before. However, if he intended to take advantage of her frazzled state by experimenting with some new kink, as she heard some stallions liked to do, then she was all too happy to comply, so long as she got what she needed in the end.
“Wait. What are we even freaking out for?” Thomas asked, ignoring her allusion. “You just need to have sex, right? That’ll… water your fire?” he asked, uncertain of his proper use of the idiom.
Moonlight’s ears perked at Thomas’ interest. She nodded rapidly, anxious to seize upon any and all opportunities presented. “My flower demands your watering,” she whimpered.
“Then, uh, why are we acting like this?” Thomas waved his hands around, indicating the situation as a whole. “Sounds a lot like Luna on any normal day,” he said with a faint laugh. “Let’s just, um, do what we normally—”
“NO!” Moonlight screamed, causing Thomas to jump back in fright. No? No!? her libido screamed at her in admonishment. Your stallion is ready to offer himself up and do his duty, and you say ‘no’? What the buck is wrong with you!? Tears were forming under her eyes again, but she fought to maintain her sanity. “I… I can’t. It’s too early, and I don’t have protection.”
Thomas nodded in understanding, only to notice the calendar again. “You, uh, circled all of next week.”
“Of course, I did,” Moonlight exclaimed with a snarl, sounding offended. “It’s heat week. Every mare gets ready for heat week. I even went over it with extra marker after we started going out. Except…”
“Except?”
“I planned for next week,” she whimpered in frustration. “My heat’s supposed to be next week, but for some reason, it’s early, so I wasn’t able to take my usual precautions!”
“Alright,” Thomas agreed, nodding his reassurance. This seemed like a perfectly valid concern. “So, uh, if your heat is early, maybe I can go out and—”
“No!” Moonlight cried desperately. She jumped in front of the door and pressed her hands against the wood. “I… I can’t let you leave.” With her back now turned towards him, her tail flagged high as it continued to wag and spread her scent as far as it would go. She turned her head to face him, and her nostrils flared. “Wh-what if something were to happen to you? What if some heat-addled mare steals you away from me?”
“Okay! Okay,” Thomas reassured, trying to sound as calming as possible so as not to agitate the heat-addled mare further. He decided not to point out the obvious of her being early, meaning that no other mare would be in the same state as her. “So, uh, what is it that you need?”
“Besides your little stallion doing his job?” she growled and jutted her butt out, demanding he seize it as her vulva winked ferociously. “I need… oh!
“Oh?”
Moonlight made a break for the bathroom, tripping over herself more than once as she scrambled for the cabinet. “Where is it!? Where is it!?” she asked as she dug through the cabinet’s contents, flinging bottles of every shape and color behind her.
“Where is,” Thomas started to ask as he ducked down away from the incoming projectiles, “what?” It was hard not to look at Moonlight’s swaying rump as her tail remained flagged.
“Ah hah!” Moonlight triumphantly exclaimed as she held up a blue bottle. She flipped the cap open into her palm, violently shook out a pill, and tossed the open bottle over her shoulder, causing its contents to spill all over the floor. Then ducking her head under the sink, she turned on the water and downed the pill as she greedily drank.
Wary not to disturb her, Thomas tiptoed through the aftermath of scattered bottles until he found the one Moonlight had taken. “Chilled Heat,” he whispered. Below the label was a silhouette of an earth mare flexing her arms in triumph while a cloud rained snow upon her. For some reason, there were movement lines around her breasts and hips, possibly indicating that they were bouncing. Thomas read on. “Equestria’s most trusted contraceptive for two hundred years.” Thomas skimmed along, taking in all the details of what he was about to deal with. “100% guarantee infertility… five out of five doctors agree… may increase libido in some mares…” Thomas paused and reread that last line several times to make sure he saw it right. “God, help me.”
“Yesss,” Moonlight hissed seductively. “What did you need?”
The bottle fell from Thomas’ hands as Moonlight’s voice sent shivers up his spine. Was her voice always that sexy? He turned slowly to find Moonlight leaning in the doorway, posing in a way that emphasized her breasts and ass as she fluttered her eyelids at him. Gulping nervously, Thomas couldn’t help but question if the mare’s assets seemed a little plumper than usual. Wait… did I read that as one of the side effects? That’s some fast-acting drug! However, before the human could double-check, he was seized in Moonlight’s magical grip and lifted into the air.
“Oh, my poor stallion,” Moonlight cooed as she swaggered over to her captive, her butt and breasts swaying with each step. Then, smiling sensually, she cupped his cheek before running her hand down his chest and tracing his budding muscles. “How long has it been since you last felt my touch?”
“Uh, maybe five minutes?” Thomas offered, hoping to lighten the mood as he ignored the sound of dripping between the mare’s legs.
“For a mare in heat, that might as well be five years,” Moonlight whined pitifully. “Can’t you imagine what that’s like, how painful it is to be deprived of your love for so long?”
Though he did not enjoy being confined as he was, Thomas still managed a deadpan glare. “You were nuzzling my balls, like, ten minutes ago.”
“That long!?” Moonlight gasped in what sounded like genuine horror. “Oh, dear. We simply must make up for lost time.”
“I’m screwed, aren’t I?” Thomas asked flatly.
Moonlight flashed a toothy grin. “All. Night. Long.”
Thomas flinched, bracing himself for the mare’s inevitable full-body tackle, but it didn’t come. Instead, he looked up and met her expression. She looked anxious, ready to burst from excitement, but also expectant. Her tail was swishing in agitation, and her ears were fixed forward. Her eyes met his, and he could almost swear he saw the question burning in those shimmering blue orbs. “You’re asking permission?”
Moonlight gave an affirming whimper, grinding her thighs together like she had to pee. The burning was worse than ever as her body screamed at her to take action, but her mind was stronger. She fought her animal urges and waited as patiently as possible for her stallion to save her.
Thomas was thankful that the mare wasn’t about to force herself on him as she feared. She was still in control, but looked no less desperate than before. It hurt to see his love like this. He’d also heard the stories before, of how desperate mares became and how their herd stallions were expected to ‘uphold their obligations’ during this special time. And now, with the fear of unwanted pregnancy squashed and a mare’s aroused musk nearly drowning his senses, Thomas’ only desire was to ease his mare’s pain. So he leaned forward against the spell, pressed his nose lightly to hers, gave her lips a quick peck, and whispered, “I love you.”
That was all she needed to hear. Moonlight’s magic went out as she wrapped her hands around Thomas and slammed his body into hers. He was winded from the impact as she covered her mouth over his. One hand held under his backside, fingers digging almost painfully into his rump, while her other supported his back. Thomas quickly regained his breath and returned the kiss with equal passion. If a naïve foal, or a smart-mouthed adult, were to stumble in, they might ask why these two were trying to eat each other’s faces.
Moonlight moaned her delight as she tasted her stallion’s lips and tongue. However, there was no ignoring the hard, burning organ that was attempting to stab her stomach. Feeling her knees go weak, Moonlight managed to carry her stallion over to the bed just in time for her limbs to give out. They collapsed side by side, still locked in each other’s arms. “P-please,” she begged. “I need you.”
A look flashed in Thomas’ eyes that made Moonlight’s already pounding heart quicken. He sometimes got like this when she or any other mare said just the right thing to convey their desperation. It was like the typically timid stallion she’d fallen for would be momentarily overridden by a beast of lust; at least, that’s what she decided to pretend was happening.
The beast pulled away from her, making her heart sink and chest feel cold from the lack of contact. However, it was short-lived as he moved down her body, sliding his fingers over her stomach and teasing around her sex. The beast then grabbed under Moonlight’s knee and hefted it up. She helped, looping her leg over the beast’s shoulder as he sat upon her other thigh.
“You want it?” the beast growled as he glowered down at her, holding onto her leg for balance. “Then beg!”
“Please!” Moonlight cried. “Ah-I need you!”
“Really? Are you sure?” the beast growled as he pressed the tip of his cock against her marehood, allowing Moonlight’s soft, wet folds to wink around his tip, sending shudders through both of them.
“Y-yes!”
“Are you reaaaally s—”
“Just shut up and buck me!” the mare growled back.
“Hehe. Sorry.” Thomas laughed as his character broke. Still, an order was an order. Using Moonlight’s leg for leverage, he slid his hips forward, hilting himself in one go. Juices sprayed out with a wet, squelching sound. “Damn!” he grunted as he felt the mare’s burning insides envelop him. “How are you so smooth and so tight at the same time?”
Moonlight smirked wryly as her hands played with her breasts. “Looks like my body’s as impatient for you as I am.”
Taking the hint, Thomas nodded and began his thrusting. It was gentle at first, allowing them both to adjust to the feeling of their sexes sliding up against one another.
“I love this feeling,” Moonlight gasped. This was right. Every instinct and nerve in her body screamed in celebration. A stallion’s body was pressed up against her while his stallionhood filled her foal hole. It was everything nature demanded of them, and Moonlight couldn’t be happier to comply.
“I know you do,” Thomas beamed back and gave another gentle thrust.
Moonlight’s rapturous joy instantly fell to contemptuous rage. How dare you!? she mentally screamed. How dare my stallion make fun of his mare while she’s in such a tender and vulnerable state?
Thomas’ smile also fell when his eyes met Moonlight’s. He knew he’d done fucked up, and not in a good way.
Moonlight let out a beastly growl as she leaned forward and aggressively met Thomas’ lips with hers. Then, grabbing hold of Thomas’ butt, she used a combination of her new grip and the leg he was holding to take control over his movements. Granted, she could have done the same with magic, but this felt so much more satisfying. Roughly, she hilted him inside her, driving his coveted length much deeper than he could typically achieve under his own power. Carefully she then pulled him out, only to slam him in again. Moonlight quickly found a rhythm that met her needs and drove Thomas’ pelvis in and out like a piston.
On the human’s end, he was wondering if he was slowly turning into a masochist. Typically, even when mares dominated him, he liked to maintain a little bit of control. However, there was no arguing with his body’s reaction to Moonlight’s rough play as she buried him deep within her. Then again, it might have just been a combination of their bodies making all manner of lewd slapping and shlicking noises, along with her smell of arousal and just the sheer delightful friction of her sex. All added up to what he felt was a close approximation of a mare’s heat-addled mind.
Feeling the familiar twitch of her human’s testicles, Moonlight hilted herself one more time on her stallion’s erection. It was as though time slowed down as her sensitive vaginal muscles felt the subtle swelling of his length, signaling the seed that poured up through his love handle. Thomas cried out a warning, but Moonlight could only hear a steady ringing in her ears as she felt his hot batter erupt into her. Her mouth opened, but her breath caught from the intensity of the sexual stimulation as her spasming muscles milked him for all he was worth.
Thomas would have collapsed, were it not for Moonlight’s leg still propping him up. “That was,” he panted, “intense.”
Moonlight hummed contentedly as the hand that had been gripping his butt moved around to press just below her belly. “It’s so warm, but I feel cooled,” she purred.
Thomas smiled proudly down at Moonlight as she pressed her fingers down against her skin, lightly compressing his wilted dick inside her. He’d given her this feeling, and he couldn’t be happier. “Happy to be of service.” Wait… service? Something about that word gave the human an uneasy feeling.
“Something wrong?” Moonlight cooed disinterestedly. She was feeling far too good to care about anything else at the moment.
“Uh, if this is your heat weak…” Thomas suddenly coughed, feeling his throat go dry.
“Thomas?” Moonlight asked in alarm, her stallion’s plight breaking her from her post-orgasm high.
“Uh…” There was no easy way to say this. “Wh-what about Luna?”
Moonlight blanched as she suddenly bolted upright, inadvertently sandwiching Thomas between her powerful legs. “Luna’s teats, we’re late!”
Moonlight leaped out of bed with the prowess of an Olympic sprinter, carrying Thomas in her magic. They rushed through an accelerated version of their morning routine; showering, dental hygiene, dressing, and all in ten seconds flat. “Oh, Faust,” she whined as she slipped on the last of her armor. “Luna’s gonna kill me.”
The human’s stomach gave an audible growl as Moonlight darted out the door and down the castle corridor, giving no mind to how unprofessional she might have looked as she levitated Thomas behind her. Unable to do anything else, Thomas was left to his own thoughts as he limply watched the scenery run by. He’d half expected the castle to look understaffed with only a skeleton crew of stallions, before remembering how Moonlight said her heat was early. It was somewhat amusing to consider how these ponies, who customarily held such absolute control over the world around them, were still susceptible to the random whims of nature. Even so, it still hurt to see Moonlight like this. Hopefully, Luna might have some answers, or could at least summon whatever precautions Moonlight had mentioned.
Moonlight came to a sliding halt in front of Luna’s door, panting tiredly from the exertion. The guards tensed from her sudden appearance, but quickly relaxed when they saw who she was. One even gave her an approving smile, which she failed to notice as she entered with Thomas still in tow. Upon crossing the magical threshold, the pair were met by the surprised expressions of the harem eating breakfast together.
“Oh, wonderful. I was wondering when the two of you would arrive,” Luna greeted as she waved them over.
“Luna!” Moonlight desperately cried as she closed the door behind her.
“Hey guys,” Thomas greeted with a wave, still held in Moonlight’s levitation.
“M-my heat,” the unicorn confessed. “It’s… early!”
The stunned expressions on the other mares’ faces were quickly washed away by the looks of sympathy as they all climbed to their hooves and surrounded Moonlight.
“Easy there, sugar,” Honey consoled. She set her hands comfortingly on the smaller mare’s shoulders in a gesture of support, but also a precaution against any unexpected actions.
“We’ve got you,” Surprise chimed in, pulling Moonlight into a half hug and draping her breasts over the unicorn.
“Are you okay, Thomas?” Silver asked as she worriedly looked him over. Given Moonlight’s panic, the bat mare feared her unicorn friend might have gotten carried away and hurt her stallion. Her mind had gone to the same place as Moonlight’s, about the stories of overeager mares getting carried away and injuring their stallions. These stories usually involved earth mares and pegasus stallions, but she figured the differences between a unicorn mare and Thomas were equitable.
“Yeah. I’m good,” he replied, noting the look of relief on the others. “But what about Moonlight?”
“Fear not, Moony,” Luna said, sounding oddly authoritative as she hurried over and took the unicorn in her arms in a full, breasty embrace. “We are here for you.”
Moonlight let out a calming breath as she settled into the comforting softness of Luna’s bosom. Her magic ebbed until Thomas was back down on his feet. “I… it’s early,” she said again, sounding like she was trying to excuse her actions.
“Be still, my little Moony,” Luna hushed and stroked the back of Moonlight’s mane. She shot a brief apologetic look at Thomas as she lifted Moonlight into her arms, carrying her bridal style to the bed. She also focused her gaze on Silver and motioned her to the bathroom. The bat mare nodded and zipped through the air to the medicine cabinet, all while Luna laid the unicorn belly down on the bed and quickly relieved her of her armor.
“Can someone please explain to me what’s going on?” Thomas asked. “Moonlight said she’s in heat, that it’s early, and I don’t—”
“Here,” Silver said, cutting the human off as she handed him a bottle of a clear liquid. “You will need this for later.”
“Thomas!” Moonlight cried, reaching out for him even as Luna held her in place. Her eyes pained in dejection as she looked upon her stallion. He was ignoring her in her time of need. How could he do this to me? Her eyes drifted towards Silver, and her lips curled into a snarl. Damn you, Silver! How dare you try and keep my stallion from me? You vile, no-good, wretched little… what’s that? Her gaze drifted over the bottle, recognizing it instantly as one of the stamina potions Thomas often used whenever Luna was getting especially frisky. Oh, thank Faust for you, Silver! Happy tears were building in her eyes, momentarily blinding her to the familiar glow and twinkle coming from behind her. You know just what my stallion needs to help me. If Luna weren’t holding me down, right now, I swear I’d… “Eep,” she squeaked.
Moonlight craned her head back, and her jaw dropped the short distance to the covers. Luna had conjured her stallionhood, its tremendous length already unsheathed and wedged tightly betwixt Moonlight’s relatively minuscule butt cheeks. It was longer than Thomas’, thicker than Thomas’, hotter than Thomas’, and had the familiar equine shape she’d been accustomed to fantasizing about ever since her first heat. There was but one fatal flaw that Moonlight was able to distinguish, and for her heat-addle brain to take umbrage with. It wasn’t Thomas’. As much as she cared for Luna and would gratefully accept this gift, Luna wasn’t her stallion. Thomas was. Luna’s magnificent shaft, envy of stallions as it was, would be a quaint diversion until Thomas was ready to give her what her body really needed.
“You’ll want to eat something first,” Surprise advised after materializing behind Thomas and pushed him over to the table. “It’s not healthy to live only off stimulants.”
“Hey, wait!” Thomas countered and stepped aside, unwilling to let himself be pushed or carried around any further. “What about—”
“Nnngh!”
Moonlight’s moan of delight cut the human short as he saw that Luna had fully hilted herself in the unicorn’s love tunnel.
Having just intensely expended himself, Thomas’ limp manhood still managed a faint twitch at the sight.
“Don’t worry ‘bout her, sugar,” Honey assured and gave the human a quick peck on the cheek. “Luna’s got her taken care of, but you need to get somethin’ in that scrawny belly o’ yours.” She patted his belly playfully and gestured back at the table where a short stack of pancakes laid waiting.
Thomas’ stomach gurgled at the sight. He really wanted to eat, but he still glanced worriedly back at Moonlight. Luna was thrusting into her, alternating between long, smooth strokes and quick, rapid ones. Moonlight’s panic and desperation from earlier had been replaced with blissful contentment as she cried out, “Harder!”
It was weird for Thomas to watch this. Luna’s cock had become an increasingly common guest in their nightly debaucheries. And while the Princess never attempted to coerce the human into doing anything with it, much as she wanted to, she had considerably less restraint on using it on all the other mares in the harem. This, of course, went for Moonlight, who frequently found herself spit-roasted. However, Moonlight always seemed to prefer Thomas taking the back end while Luna or one of the other mares took her mouth.
Thomas realized that he was feeling jealous, even possessive of Moonlight’s pussy. He quickly smothered these feelings as ludicrous. The harem was an implicit contract to open sex for all involved, which Thomas had frequently taken advantage of. Yet now, remembering Moonlight’s prior desperation and his sense of pride at granting her calm, Thomas felt as though Luna was somehow stealing away what was rightfully his. Thankfully, this feeling was small and easily pushed aside as Thomas donned a contented face and sighed his relief. “So, you guys are going to start explaining things, right?”
The mares nodded, and Thomas conceded.
After wetting his throat with a glass of juice, Thomas sat down with Honey and Surprise and began eating. The mares explained the basics of heat, all while the sounds of sex accented the background. Heat was the biannual event when mares got super horny as their bodies craved stallion seed. Coolers and contraceptives were used among mares without stallions, or mares with stallions who didn’t want to get pregnant. However, these were all things Thomas was quite familiar with. Of greater concern was Moonlight’s mental state and what he could do to help.
“Why’d her heat happen early, anyway?” he eventually asked between eager bites. He’d been hungrier than he thought. “I mean, she’d circled all of next week, so why’s this happening now?”
“Must not have heard her pro-estrus,” Surprise commented idly, trying very hard not to look at the scene happening just outside her peripheral vision. She was trying equally hard not to touch herself when Moonlight gave an especially cheerful whinny.
“Pro-what?” Thomas asked.
“Ya know how squirrels ‘n’ chipmunks get this urge ta gather up as much food as they can ‘n’ store it away fer the winter?” Honey asked. “Well, pro-estrus, or pre-heat, is like that for mares. It’s that time when our bodies start talkin’ to us, tellin’ us we need ta start gatherin’ up all the essentials for the comin’ heat.”
Surprise cut in, anticipating Thomas’ next question, and listed off on her fingers. “Sexy costumes, fine wine, every kind of aphrodisiac under the stars, literally TONS of stamina potions,” she stressed, “and also plenty of food and water.”
“Oh, buck, yes!” Moonlight wailed.
Thomas looked between the tall mares, confirming that they were both fidgeting and deliberately trying not to look at what was happening. However, there was something new on his mind as he noticed one mare was missing. “Um, where’s Sil—”
“Deeper!” Luna demanded. “Tongue the royal plot hole deeper!”
Luna’s demand ensured that Thomas’ question was thoroughly answered.
“Well, sometimes that’s just how the cookie crumbles,” Surprise shrugged noncommittally. “Usually, mares in the same region all have their heats at about the same time, but there’s always those few who turn up a little early, or even late.”
“Don’t go worryin’ when ya don’t see me much week after next,” Honey informed, sipping a glass of her own juice. “Ah’ll be hunkerin’ down with Jona ‘n’ Plow ‘till things cool down.” She smiled and took another sip. “Think Ah’ll get me one o’ them new night guard uniforms. Jona’s been givin’ them some pretty long looks.”
Thomas nodded, taking the moment of relative silence to process what he’d just learned. Wine and costumes? Yeah. Frisky mares getting a little kinky, but also a little romantic to boot. Talking analytically about things would have probably been a lot more helpful if the three mares weren’t still humping each other’s brains out just out of sight.
“Urgh!” “Gah!” “Mmh!” The mares cried out in synchronized ecstasy, followed by the sound of a compressed mattress as they collapsed over one another.
**********
(5 minutes later)
Luna was back to sitting at the table as she finished off her small mountain of food. Moonlight ate greedily from her own plate as she sat in Luna’s lap, still impaled on the alicorn’s mammoth cock. Silver sat beside the pair, though she ate with considerably less vigor. All three mares’ faces were flushed, their manes and tails heavily disheveled, and sweat matted much of their fur. Luna hadn’t even bothered to give her mane its usual wavy enchantment yet.
Still concerned for his mare, Thomas leaned forward and quietly whispered, “You, um, okay?”
Moonlight sat up with a start, startling the human back. Her eyes fixed upon him, the source of that painfully masculine voice. It hadn’t yet clicked in her brain as to what exactly he’d said. All Moonlight knew was that she wanted him to talk to her like that for the rest of her-
“Moonlight,” Luna said, giving the mare in her lap a gentle shake.
The unicorn blinked as she came down from her reverie. “What? Oh!” Thomas’ words finally touched her brain as she smiled apologetically back at him. “Yes, Thomas,” she panted. “I’m doing much better… now,” she quantified and twisted herself in Luna’s lap, moaning as she felt the exquisite friction of the alicorn dick inside her. Then, looking down at her belly, she hummed in contemplation at the noticeable bulge Luna’s stallionhood made inside her. It was nearly up to her ribcage.
Thomas grimaced, not liking how Moonlight still didn’t look all there, especially as she rubbed her belly bulge.
Luna cleared her throat, once more bringing Moonlight back to reality.
“Oh? Oh! Please don’t look at me that way,” Moonlight begged of her stallion. Her ears were splayed in the shame of taking another stallionhood and neglecting her real stallion what was rightfully his. “I swear I’m not choosing Luna over you.”
Thomas was taken aback. “What?”
Surprise slapped her hand over her mouth, just barely halting a snorting laugh from escaping. Silver frowned disapprovingly at the white pegasus while Honey just rolled her eyes with a faint smirk.
“What?” Moonlight asked back, seemingly unaware of how she was now rocking back and forth in Luna’s lap. “What’s wrong?”
Thomas stared back at her in disbelief. “You!” he shouted, gesturing up and down her nude and disheveled form. He would have said more, clarified how distressed he’d been ever since this morning, but then she flinched back and tried to sink deeper into Luna. The alicorn held her in place, but offered Thomas a gentle yet warning look.
“Sorry,” Moonlight squeaked, sending an arrow of guilt straight through Thomas’ heart.
Thomas nodded his acknowledgment to Luna. Right. Be gentle. He took a breath and tried to collect his words. “I’m not mad.”
Moonlight perked up faintly. “Y-you’re not?”
Thomas felt like a parent trying very carefully to inform a child of all she had done wrong. “I’m worried about you, Moonlight,” he said sincerely. “You’ve just been in a mess ever since we woke up, and… I just want you to be alright.”
Moonlight’s eyes began to water. “So… you’re not upset that I,” she gestured down at her bulging middle, “with her?”
Thomas fixed the mare with his finest deadpan stare. “You were doing that just a couple of nights ago. Why would I be upset now?” he asked, pretending his earlier jealousy hadn’t happened.
“B-because you’re my stallion!” she countered, speaking the words as though it should have been obvious. “It’s your…” Moonlight was about to say something along the lines of ‘responsibility,’ but thought better of it. Saying something like that just sounded wrong at the moment, like she was imposing some sort of responsibility upon him. It felt especially wrong when she remembered that her stallion was not, in fact, a stallion. He was a human, a foreigner who had not been coached in the ways of taking care of mares since foalhood. Imposing such expectations on him now would be nothing short of unfair.
“‘Tis your duty as her stallion,” Luna finished, feeling the way Moonlight tensed around her shaft. As the unicorn shot her an I-can’t-believe-you-said-that look, the Princess countered with a look that flatly declared deal-with-it. “Such is the unspoken contract between herded ponies, which I am certain Moonlight had every intension of explaining to you,” she finished with a look of warning upon the orange mare.
“… was gonna do that today, actually,” Moonlight mumbled guiltily. Of course, stallions had to take care of their mares in heat. Still, the mares were responsible for making all necessary preparations beforehand, such as telling the stallions what would be expected of them.
“Contract?” Thomas asked, recalling how he’d once read about the social contract of marriage. “Like how marriage is guys providing resources and protection, and girls giving sex and babies?”
Luna chuckled softly. “Is that how it works for human herds?”
“Monogamous relationships,” Thomas corrected, “but pretty much.”
“The comparisons between our cultures never fail to amuse,” Luna cooed. “The same principle, but the pony way is the reverse. Traditionally, ‘tis the mares who provide resources and protection for their stallions. In exchange, stallions cool a mare’s heat and grant her foals.”
Interesting way of looking at it, Thomas thought with a nod. “Yeah. That’s fine and all, but,” he gestured once more at Moonlight. “You said there were preparations you needed to make. And should I be concerned that you’re so…” he searched briefly for the right word, “early?”
“Be at ease, my little human,” Luna cooed as she gently stroked Moonlight’s back. “The preparations are as Honey described: sustenance, toys, contraceptives, and so on. All are at my beck and call,” she reminded the unicorn, smiling when Moonlight sighed in relief. “As for the timing of her heat, well, I am sorry to say there is no real answer. As Surprise said, some mares are just early. I sense nothing amiss within her, and thus no reason to fret.”
Thomas also sighed, smiling thankfully at the calm demeanor of Luna and the others. Their body language assured him that all was normal and well. It was a refreshing change from Moonlight’s former panic. “Right. So, she’s just super horny and needs to be,” he paused, remembering the analogy, “cooled off.”
Moonlight whined disjointedly, sending Thomas back to confusion while earning chuckles from the other concubines.
“She needs you, sugar,” Honey emphasized. “You’re her stallion. That means her marehood ain’t settelin’ fer any less. Sure it’s kinda selfish,” she conceded with a shrug, “but that’s jus’ how mares get this time o’ year. Take it from somepony who knows.” Her smile held a faint trace of guilt.
“Neither of us have stallions,” Silver continued as she gestured between herself and Surprise. “So the urges aren’t as strong with us. We can make do with coolers, and…” her gaze trailed down Moonlight’s body to the very visible bulge of Luna’s dick inside her. Any high ground intellectualism she might have been going for was undone as her wings flared, and she licked her lips.
“Well, there’s you,” Surprise chirped, indicating Thomas. “Well, not really, though. You’re a stallion we love and love to buck a lot, but we’re not really into you like that. It’s love, but not love-love, if you know what I mean. You’re more like one of the girls, somepony we can hang out with and buck whenever the need arises, but it’s just something between friends, ya know?”
Despite the white mare’s ramble, Thomas felt he understood her well enough. They were just friends, really good friends that liked doing the nasty every chance they got, but there was nothing really romantic behind it, at least not as far as they were concerned. It was a friendly thing without any hormones to muddy the issue. One of the girls, eh? he thought in amusement.
Moonlight squeaked and nodded appreciatively at her fellow concubines for their respective contributions. Then, to emphasize her point, she stared down at the table, her gaze threatening to bore a hole straight through the wood to her coveted prize below.
Thomas looked into Moonlight’s eyes, a little pained that she was unable to meet his gaze. She was still under the control of her hormones. At the same time, the human found himself feeling more than a little grateful. He really liked the idea of him being hers, the one she craved above all others. Even with Luna’s objectively better monster penetrating her, Moonlight still had eyes for only one cock. It was nice to be wanted.