There was once a mare
Whose very body bore many a flair:
Mane of brown, pelt of red and grey
And black, furry legs to add to that fray

A horn graced with grey and black
And wings of the same color and a red tail to smack
Any unfortunate pony who dared talk back
When her mood wasn’t necessarily slack

One day, however, things were quite different for her
As the heat within began taking a violent stir
Forcing the mare named Foxfire to have naught a say
But rather, instead, settle this the old-fashioned way

Flying the skies and racing the earth as if on fire
For this particular heat was so very dire
She needed to fix this, preferably now
Yet one question, ever so persistent, lingered in her mind: but how?

After nearly collapsing from wearing herself down
And thinking that she wasn’t safe nor sound,
Upon her came a charming gentlecolt
Who, after asking her if it was alright, gave her quite the jolt

Both screamed all night long in utmost pleasure
And doing most unusual things for extra measure
Since Foxfire’s mind wasn’t quite in the right place
The colt felt as if she’d bring out a fearsome mace

After that invigorating night, they parted ways
Albeit only for a time, perhaps many days
The colt wound up wedding that alicorn dove
Since the day he’d learned that, with him, Foxy was in love

By: Dragonborne Fox