> A Noble’s Heat
>  by LSTS Connor
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> An unfamiliar Need
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The day started out like any other for Six, waking up on a nest of pillows, her armor still attached to her person. Throughout the night, several more pillows had committed suicide, their cloudlike contents spilling out and creating a small layer of fog throughout the Spartan’s room.

The sun was just beginning to creep over the horizon as Six moved to stand up from her makeshift bed. Though her current one was said to be built to handle her weight, doing so would require her to fully remove her armor. An eventuality Six did not like one bit, no matter how long she had now been in the land of Equestria. A Spartan’s armor was a second skin to them; removing it for something as trivial as sleep was unnecessary. She had spent so many nights in this armor that she doubted she would be able to sleep without its comforting embrace.

As Six rose to her hooves, she gave her shoulder a roll before moving on to do her morning stretches. Extending her wings out to their maximum, she heard and felt a number of satisfying *clicks* as her joints popped and knots dissipated. With movements not too dissimilar to that of a cat waking up from a long nap, Six felt the tightness across her back disappear. Within moments her stretches were complete, and any feelings of tiredness had vanished, though a new problem had arisen.

No matter what she did, her wings would not close as they remained flared, refusing to follow her commands.

“C’mon, damn wings,” she muttered to herself before bringing a hoof up to force them back against her barrel. In the end, all she managed to do was bend them slightly, the loathsome appendages remaining flared. With a huff, Six simply opted to ignore them for now. Since what amounted to this planet's summer appearing to have arrived early, the temperature within her room had reached uncomfortable levels. 

Grabbing her helmet from her hip, she slipped it on before promptly manually adjusting her armor's temperature system to something far cooler. The effect was almost immediate, prompting the Spartan to hum in relaxation, though the regulators closer to her tail appeared to be working slower than usual. The Spartan shrugged that off, however, she needed to do her morning workout before grabbing breakfast.

Making her way out of her room, Six followed her usual morning route down to the courtyard. Any guards that crossed her path gave her a respectful salute, even if, according to the military code, she shouldn't be given one. But what can a Spartan do when they're known across the land as ‘The Angel?’ She had long grown to accept that moniker, even if it would still take some getting used to.

Having now arrived at the courtyard with some difficulties thanks to her still flared wings, Six got to work with her morning routine of laps, stretches, and various other small workouts of her own invention. The ones that involved her wings, however, needed to be skipped as they still refused to answer her commands. She was actually beginning to get worried. Losing control of one's appendages was definitely not a normal biological process.

After breakfast, she would go to the local infirmary and get it checked out, maybe also get that oppressive heat that seemed to envelop her entire being now. Was she experiencing a fever? If she was, it would be the first time such a thing had occurred, as her Spartan biology dealt with all manner of pathogens on its own.

Yes, she would most definitely go visit the infirmary later and see what was happening to her. Without her wings and with her soaring body temperature, she was in no state to enter active combat should the need arise. And being in such a state is absolutely unacceptable for a Spartan of her caliber.

With her mind made up, Six made her way out of the courtyard and towards the mess hall. ‘First breakfast, then medical checkup,’ Six thought as she adjusted her armor’s cooling for the fourth time now in less than an hour, the dull heat at her backside and the insubordination of her wings still as annoying as before.





Arriving at the castle infirmary, her hopes that her problem would fix itself had been dashed, with it only getting worse as time went on. Her wings ached from the constant flaring and her armor’s attempts at cooling her down had failed completely, with sweat beginning to form across her body, even within her undersuit. For the first time in her long life as a Spartan, her armor was becoming uncomfortable.

During breakfast, it seemed that her condition did not go unnoticed, several guards giving the silently seething Spartan a wide berth. But for reasons Six could not fathom, their faces took on red hues before they hurriedly excused themselves from her presence. Not even her own Spartans were exempt from this behavior as they sat in silence away from the Spartan.

Probably sensing her illness, they didn’t want to become its next victims, Six reasoned as she entered the infirmary fully. It was why she was currently wearing her helmet as it seemed to prevent such a reaction. The Spartan’s mere presence in the infirmary set off some alarm bells in the present medical staff for reasons both professional and reputational. Her biology had become the stuff of legend among the doctors, all of them both eager and worried to see what ailed the super-soldier. 

Without even having to say a word, Six was led to her own out-of-the-way examination room that had been specially outfitted to deal with the Spartan’s peculiar physiology. It was a massive step up from their last examination theater which was nothing more than a tent in the broken remains of a changeling hive. 

“Please remove your armor and take a seat, ma’am. Your doctors will be here shortly,” the nurse said before closing the door behind the Spartan, leaving her alone to do as asked. 

Looking around the room, Six found the specially reinforced table to her left with custom-built holders for the various pieces of her armor. Six allowed a small smile to grace her features at the sight. Sometimes being a hero has its perks. It also helped that the Mjolnir suit was probably worth more than a not insignificant percentage of the country’s GDP without even mentioning the advanced tech it contained. Walking over, Six removed her helmet with a hiss of releasing pressure, revealing her slightly damp features. Right now, Six would wish for nothing more than an ice bath to try and soothe this fever that was plaguing her.

Working slowly and around her aching wings, Six began to remove the various armor plates attached to her undersuit. Her wings took some extra effort to remove their protective coatings as they continued to refuse her orders to relax.

Five minutes later and all that remained was her undersuit, its sleek, form-fitting design leaving nothing to the imagination regarding her Spartan physique. Remembering the last time she needed a check-up like this, Six promptly moved to remove her undersuit as well, leaving it folded on the groaning table. Its insides were almost soaked with sweat, especially around her tail. It would most definitely need a thorough cleaning. While the furniture  could hold her armor's weight, it did not do so without protest as the Spartan moved to sit atop the examination chair specially modified for Six’s enhanced stature.

Once again, Six could not deny that her position had its perks. From a team of doctors to a room specifically made to treat her, while it wasn’t the lap of luxury—with Six being as minimalistic as they come—it was certainly nice.

Now if only she could enjoy this comfort without the soaring temperatures, aching wings, and sweat running down her inner thigh. And if that wasn’t bad enough, since breakfast, her tail had also gained a mind of its own, the damnable appendage swatting side to side as if attempting to act as a makeshift fan despite the titanium barrier between it and her backside. Now it refused to move at all, deciding to merely remain high and to the side as if she were about to use the bathroom.

Luckily from where she was sitting, it merely laid across the back of the examination chair before falling to the ground below, ever so slightly damp.

The Spartan shifted in her seat, somehow unable to remain still, the heat below her tail seemingly intensified since she had exposed it to open air. The whole room now seemed to slightly increase in temperature as Six began to take deep and heavy breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. From what she was calming herself from, she had no idea, but it at least felt like what she was doing was working, and that’s what mattered to her right now.

The chair beneath her became evermore damp as time wore on. Curious as to why, Six shifted from where she sat and raised her hips to see what the cause was because there was no way all that liquid was just sweat. Looking down between her legs, Six found her answer. 

In contrast to her dark blue fur, her sex was a bright, almost swollen red and pink, the clear fluid that had formed a small puddle beneath her, coating her inner thighs and leaking from her folds. Her small, usually-forgotten breasts glistened slightly in the light as the liquid coating them matted her fur. Six’s face took on a worried and confused look, for she did not know why her body was producing this liquid. It was most certainly not urine. The smell and coloring gave that away, but then what was it? 

As she watched more and more of the clear fluid leak out, the strangest thing happened. For a brief moment, her sex appeared to ‘wink’ at her. Its lips parted to reveal her pinkish insides and bright red nub for but a moment as another small torrent of fluids cascaded out and onto the floor below. A surge of heat throughout her body immediately followed, making the Spartan shiver and twitch. 

‘What the…’ Six didn’t have time to finish the thought before the door clicked open and her doctor walked in.

“Good morning, Six! The others couldn’t make it today. So I’m subbing in for now. My name is Dr. Hearts,” the cheery unicorn mare began as she entered the room proper before almost immediately coming to a complete stop. She sniffed the air once, twice, then thrice before a large blush broke out across her face and she quickly moved to close the door behind her.

Shaking her head, the mare moved to place the clipboard she held in her magical aura on a counter to her side before grabbing a pencil from her white doctor's coat.

“So, what seems to be the problem?” the mare began, her tone now taking on some sort of… mutual understanding, as if the mare knew what she was going through and felt sorry.

“I was hoping you could tell me. My wings won’t close, everything feels unbearably hot, and this liquid,” she gestured to the puddles on the floor and chair,“ is leaking out from me,” Six finished with a spread of her legs, pointing towards the absolute state her lower half was in.

The sound of scratching paper echoed through the room as the doctor wrote something down onto her clipboard as she approached the Spartan, eying her wings and sex thoughtfully.

“Can you please stand up and spin around for me.”

The Spartan did as asked, standing up and giving the doctor a full look at her. Dr. Hearts hummed in response.

“Can you please lie belly down on the chair? I want to get a look at your wings.”

Six followed her directions as the doctor finished wiping away the…fluids that had puddled on the chair. Once Six was where the doctor wanted, she lowered the chair and began to feel across the Spartan’s large flared wings.

The doctor had barely touched her first primary when a shot of pleasure raced down the Spartan’s spine, forcing her to moan out involuntarily. The sound and feeling of her marehood winking and splatting out another torrent of liquid made the Spartan pause.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know Wha-“

“It’s okay,” the doctor replied with a smile,“ I’m sure with a heat this bad anything will set you off.”

“Hea-“

Another touch followed by an involuntary moan and splash of liquid interrupted Six’s question as the Doctor moved behind Six.

“Wow, you really have it bad, don’t you?” Dr. Hearts commented before moving into Six’s field of vision. “One last thing, sweetie, I need you to stand up for me.”

Six did so with heavy breaths and slightly wobbly legs.

“Now, I need you to turn around and spread your hind legs for me.”

The Spartan did as asked, the sound of water dripping against the floor the only noise in the room, aside from Six’s heavy breathing.

“Now, I want you to bring your chest to the floor and take a deep breath. This may feel uncomfortable for a moment.”

The sound of magic being cast filled the air as Six lowered her chest to the ground and saw in the peripherals of her vision that the doctor had grabbed a metal speculum.

The sudden feeling of cold metal pressing into her swollen and dripping folds nearly made the Spartan jump, the only reason she didn’t was because of the sudden bolt of pleasure that forced yet another moan from her. Unconsciously her body began to push back against the doctor’s instrument. The sudden feeling of her backside being engulfed by a magical aura keeping it in place, allowing the doctor to work unimpeded.

“Hmmm, your hymen is still intact. Is this your first estrus by any chance?”

“W-what?” was Six’s only response, barely able to concentrate on anything.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Surprising considering your age,” Dr. Hearts commented as she removed the speculum from Six, followed by another wink, moan, and splash of fluid to the floor. The fire within Six had seemingly only grown exponentially since the doctor had started her examination. “Well, from what I can see, the only thing you're suffering from is a filly’s first heat, most likely exponentially stronger due to your peculiar biology. Age may also be playing a factor,” the doctor idly explained as she picked up a beaker and unceremoniously held it between Six’s drenched thighs, collecting a sample of the dripping vaginal fluid.

Six didn’t care. In fact, she hardly noticed what was going on, her mind in a haze from the recent rushes of sudden pleasure.

“I wonder if your heat is any different than an average mare’s heat. Are you even able to get pregnant from a normal stallion, or would your body only accept another true ‘Spartan’s’ semen.” An almost giddy giggle emanated from the doctor, barely able to contain herself. She quickly regained her composure however when she saw the state Six was in.

“Oh, you poor thing,” the doctor began before searching through the many cupboards. Moments later, she found what she was looking for and withdrew a syringe of bright orange liquid. With a prick into Six’s flank, she injected the medicine into the Spartan. A short time later, Six’s mind resurfaced from the haze, the large pegasus shaking her head back into reality.

“What…what was that?”

“A mild heat suppressant to hold you over for a while. To put it simply, you need it bad, soldier,” the doctor commented as she scribbled something down onto her clipboard before ripping off a piece of paper and floating it over towards Six.

She grabbed it out of the air before looking it over. “Two weeks of ‘heat leave’?”

“Yep, you can’t fight your own body, and even with you being you, there’s no way you're getting anything done.”

“What should I do then?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll call for some ‘supplies’ to be sent to your quarters to help you through this time. And I might suggest you go up there now. The suppressant I gave you won’t last long with your biology.”

“What should I do with these supplies? Is it some sort of medicine?”

“Kind of? Once you see what it is, you’ll know what to do.” She looked up at the clock, her eyes widening. “Oh shoot, I’m late for a meeting! I’ll notify your superiors as soon as I can, but I really have to go now.” 

“I…uh, thank you.”

“Just doing my job! Now go, shoo, go to your quarters and get some rest. If you can, that is…” she added that last part underneath her breath before quickly exiting the room, leaving the Spartan alone and confused.

Well, if there was one upside to this visit, her wings weren’t flared anymore.





When Six arrived back to her room, she could already begin to feel the effects of the heat suppressant beginning to wear off. Her temperature was beginning to rise again, her breathing was getting a little heavier, and her tail was already swatting side to side angrily.

This ‘estrus,’ as it was called, was wreaking havoc on her body, and quite frankly, she didn’t want news of this getting out. Spartans should be above such illnesses or quirks of biology or whatever the hell this was. From context, she could tell it was apparently something every female pony went through and that it was not a pleasant time. But Six could deal with it. She had dealt with far worse than some simple heat.

Entering her room fully, Six locked the door behind her before practically throwing her armor off. She needed a cold shower and she most definitely needed to clean her undersuit. Looking to the center of her room, Six found what must have been the ‘supplies’ the doctor had prescribed her. A silver box lay in the middle of the room, its body containing no discernable features along its surface.

Naturally curious, Six finished removing the last of her armor and undersuit, thin strands of liquid connecting her backside to her undersuit. The wetness that had drenched her thighs and teats slowly began to return with every passing minute.She most definitely needed a shower now, as even a Spartan like her had hygienic standards. 

Entering her bathroom, undersuit held in her hooves, Six turned the shower’s temperature all the way down before stepping in. The cold water running down her coat gave her a minor respite from the ever-increasing heat. Letting the water enter her suit, she gave it a good scrubbing, removing all of her… fluids from its material. The smell, however, remained. 

Though she herself couldn’t discern it, it was most definitely powerful, and it was most definitely her smell, as weird as that sounded to the Spartan. As the heat began to grow stronger and stronger in her nether region, it began to radiate out in waves. The suppressant was running out, and it was going fast. 

Her mind was beginning to crave something, something she had no clue how to obtain, let alone what it was. Leaving the shower, she quickly dried herself off with a shake, her wings returning to their fully flared status, once again refusing to listen to her commands.

She was breathing heavily once again, fluid dripping down her thigh like a faucet. She hoped to whatever higher power there was that the supplies the doc had sent her would remove this infernal heat.

Stepping out back into her room proper, water and vaginal fluids dripping to the floor, Six took a seat in front of the featureless silver box. Grabbing it between her hooves she opened it and unceremoniously dumped its contents on the floor. 

A multitude of rubber…things of various sizes were sprawled out on the floor in front of her now. She didn’t know what they were, but her body most certainly reacted. With the air now thick with her smell, the temperature of the room continued to skyrocket and the puddle beneath her hooves growing with every second.

She reached to her side and took a sip from the water bottle she kept in her room. At this rate she was going to need as much fluid as possible with the amount she kept dripping to the floor.

After a refreshing gulp, Six placed it back down to her side before looking down at the objects lying on the floor in front of her. One massive question on her mind.

‘Now what?’

She looked down at her swollen marehood, mind wandering back to what happened in the examination room. Touching it felt good, very good. And it felt right, like this is what her body wanted. Raising her hoof, she experimentally and slowly brought it down and against her folds.

She gasped, the effect almost immediate, as a bolt of pleasure shot up her spine once again, a light moan leaving her lips. Emboldened by the experience, she pressed down with more force, the frog of her hoof parting her slit ever so slightly, revealing the pink flesh underneath.

Her back arched involuntarily, a lightning bolt running down her spine, forcing her hips to grind into her hoof, chasing even greater pleasure. A goal she was all too happy to follow as she redoubled her efforts. Soft moans of pure and desperate bliss began to fill the air, the Spartan making noises she didn’t know she could as she pressed her hoof hard against her winking slit. Juices practically flowed outwards from around her hoof, coating it as well as her thighs completely in her fluid.

But it was not enough.

As her heat returned with a vengeance, Six fell down to the side, chest against the soaking ground with her flank raised high, the same pose the doctor made Six take. Both of her front hooves were now grinding against her nethers, desperate for more. More!

“M-more…” Six moaned out, legs trembling and slit grinding as hard as she could against her hooves. Every wink nearly made her lose her balance as he clit ground against the frog of her hoof. But even then, it was still “N-not…e…e-enough.”

Her back legs gave out beneath her, and the Spartan fell to the floor in a heap. Her body cried, no, screamed for more. It was as if she was chasing something. But no matter how hard she tried, her hooves wouldn't get her where her body wanted.

Looking around the room, she found her target lying on the floor just in front of her. It was one of those rubber…things that the doctor had sent her. Breathing heavily like she had just run several miles through a horde of covenant elites, she brought it up in front of her eyes.

It looked to be half the size of her foreleg and just as thick. It had a flat head and a small ridge halfway down. It made Six unconsciously lick her lips as her marehood flexed and winked, begging and pleading to be played with more. It was as if a pervading emptiness had taken over her lower lips, telling the Spartan in no uncertain terms that her hooves wouldn’t cut it.

Sitting up, with some difficulty, Six placed the ‘dildo’—its full name written on its base but due to her lust-addled mind, she could only barely comprehend that moniker—upright on the ground in front of her. Its base stuck to the ground like a suction cup.

“N-now… w-what?” Six slurred slightly as she glanced between her dripping marehood and the dildo that stood proud just before her. Opting to just follow her as of now discovered instincts, she crawled over and above the toy. The Spartan now sat just above it, her knees against the ground and her nethers only a few centimeters above the toy.

She winked again, another dribble of fluids splashing against the ground and the object between it. She nearly lost her balance, her legs feeling like jelly as they relaxed momentarily causing her slit to touch the flat head of the toy.

Six moaned like she never had before as her body went on autopilot. Her hips began to grind against the flat head of the toy, her lips parting as she pressed more of her weight down. She winked again, grinding her clit into the toy, the ensuing lightning bolt of pleasure forcing the Spartan’s legs to give out.

In a splash of juices and a scream that shook the air, Six's flank touched the floor, the toy now buried to the base inside her within one fell swoop.

All went quiet afterward, only the sounds of Six’s heavy breathing and soft moans filling the air. Her conscious mind buried underneath a haze of lust and desire. Then slowly, ever so slowly, Six began to raise herself up, moaning loudly all the way. Her marehood demanded to be filled once again, a small dribble of blood mixed in with her juices as her hymen was broken with the sudden penetration.

There was no pain. She didn’t even notice that it happened, her mind so far lost in the sea of pleasure that not even a sudden covenant attack would break her out of it. With all the force she could muster, Six slammed her flank back down and onto the toy with a silent scream.

Up and down, again and again, the Spartan impaled herself on the toy, chasing the release that seemed to constantly remain just out of reach.

“Stupid!” *thump* “Why won’t you…” *thump* “help!?” Six moaned before stopping, flank against the ground, and panting heavily, the toy deep inside her as her legs gave out completely. She was going to go insane at this rate. Every second without release was torture. She felt so close, so tantalizingly close like any errant twitch would push her over, but those twitches came and went, her goal post teasing her endlessly. Moving with the ebbs and flows of her body.

She looked around her room, desperate and nigh frantic for something, anything. Then she saw it. So lost was she in her lust that time had become meaningless to her, with the Spartan not even noticing that the Sun had begun to slowly vanish beneath the horizon, bathing her room in an orange light. This also meant the patrols in the forest bordering her quarters—a place Six was intimately familiar with—had turned on their lights.

And like a moth to a flame, the walking ball of unrepressed lust that Six had become found her solution.

Thankfully, she still had the mental faculties to open the window before climbing down into the forest.





“So… read any good books lately?”

A groan was his response from the other member of his patrol.

“Private Javelin, if I hear one more word out of you, I’m going to put you on latrine duty for a month,” Corporal Spud ordered, already tired of having to babysit this new recruit on his first patrol since enlisting. A teen fresh out of school and looking to do his part for Princess and country.

“Alright, what do you want to talk about then? Not like we got much to do out here, the Angel certainly took care of that. Do…” Javelin bit his lip, unsure whether he should ask his question before making up his mind. “Have you met the Angel?”

“She saved my flank during the second attack.”

“No way, really?!”

“I was one of the few that managed to escape the opening explosions and, as such, was one of the first to be put on the front. That mare took a changeling's head off just before it would have killed me.”

“Wow. What's she like?”

“Don’t know, she likes to keep to herself. Always got that helmet of hers on as well.”

“Have you ever seen what she looks like under the armor?”

That got a chuckle out of the Corporal. “Son, I think the day somepony sees her out of that armor is the day I retire.”

A rustle to their side drew their attention, both heads swivelling to look in the castle’s direction.

“What was that?” asked Javelin, an undercurrent of worry coloring his voice.

“Probably the wind,” his superior offered and, as if on cue, a breeze began to blow against their faces, rustling the trees around them. “C’mon still got a few hours to go before our shift is up.” Javelin followed after a moment of pause, the guard swearing under his breath that he smelt something strange in the wind.

A short walk later and the pair found themselves in a small clearing of the underbrush, the moon now high in the sky, its pale light shining through the canopy above them. Another rustle to the side forced them to stop.

“Now that was too loud to just be the wind,” Javelin commented quietly as he gripped his spear tighter and took a small step back.

“Yeah, stand your ground and be ready to back me up,” the Corporal ordered, pointing his spear towards the sound's origin, the lantern he held raised high in order to give them as much light as possible.

“Who goes there? Identify yourself!” Spud yelled into the darkness before a figure emerged.

Their coat was a dark blue, blending into the darkness that surrounded them, a large pair of flared wings attached to their barrel and a pair of manic piercing blue eyes staring into his very soul illuminated by a single ray of moonlight.

“Identify yourself!” Spud intoned again, taking a step forward before immediately regretting his decision. The figure was big, easily able to tower over him, the distinct sound of heavy breathing beginning to fill his ears. He looked to where Javelin was standing, it wasn’t his breaths he was hearing.

The wind picked up again, blowing against the patrol’s faces, the pair downwind from the figure.

“I…” the figure spoke as Spud froze. It was distinctly female and breathy, the pegasus before them panting like a dog. He knew that voice, he had heard it before, though then it sounded more electronic.

“Six?” he asked in disbelief, eyes squinting to try and get a better look at the Spartan.

“That’s the Angel?!” his underling whisper shouted, his weapon lowering ever so slightly.

“Keep that Spear up! Something isn’t right here,” the Corporal ordered as he took a careful step back, eyes meeting the manic ones the Spartan threw at him.

“I… need…” The Spartan took a step forward, her gaze switching between the two stallions. The moonlight now shone upon her panting lips, a desperate lick went over them making the two guards swallow in nervousness. And then they smelt it on the wind. Or to be more accurate:

They smelt her.

Corporal Spud’s eyes began to widen, he knew that smell, every stallion knew that smell.

“Javelin cover your nose now!” he yelled out, dropping the lantern and bringing his foreleg over his muzzle.

“W-what?”

“Now private!” Javelin did as ordered, the pair now standing side by side their hooves over their muscles and backing up slowly.

“W-Whats wrong with her?” the private asked fearfully as he looked to his superior for answers.

“I…need…it!” She stepped forward into a column of moonlight, illuminating her form completely. Her mane was a mess, sweat covering her form as a squirt of fluid splattered to the ground behind her, coating her tail and wafting her scent throughout the clearing.

“Heat, colt. She’s in heat.”

Six moaned in response, legs buckling and bringing her to her knees as another torrent of fluid splashed behind her.

The two stallions could already feel their bodies reacting, blood flowing between their legs, threatening to unsheath their most prized possessions. The Spartan quickly regained control, her eyes locking onto the pair like a hawk.

“W-what do we do in this situation?”

“We need to get away from her. Dammit all, out of all the mares it had to be her!” The Corporal cursed, eyes darting around the clearing for any avenues of escape. “Are you a Virgin private?”

“N-no.”

“Okay, well at least we got that going for us. I’ve seen what Six can do, one of us isn’t making it out of here, she’ll run us down like a bull if we run.”

“Can’t we calm her down?” the private asked before eeping suddenly at the felling of a tree against his flank, they couldn’t back up anymore. Six was approaching slowly, an almost constant stream of clear liquid falling to the floor from her nethers.

“Are you ready to take responsibility for what that entails? Because the only way we’re calming that down,” he pointed with his spear towards the approaching heat-crazed Spartan, “is by putting a bun in her oven.”

Javelin wanted to respond, but before he could he found himself lying on his back in the brush. His front hooves were pinned by the Spartan’s, senses free to take in her pheromones. Her fluids already beginning to drip, covering his black testicles and sheath, blood rushing to the affected areas.

“Javelin!” his Corporeal shouted moving to try and remove the mare, only to get a swift kick to the chest. The Spartan snorted in defence as she turned to glare the stallion down. This, in turn also had the effect of bringing the stallion underneath her an unobstructed view of a dripping and winking slit. A single drop of her fluid landed in his mouth, its taste tangy. He didn’t stand a chance as blood rushed to his groin, unsheathing him in an instant.

This did not go unnoticed by the feral Spartan, whose eyes locked onto the organ with a hungry gaze. It was bigger than the toy. She licked her lips before leaning down, body pinning the guard underneath her fully, tail soaking with fluids rubbing over the stallion's face. Six sniffed the organ experimentally before nuzzling it with a moan, her slit sending another splash of nectar directly onto Javelin's face.

“L-leave me! G-get help. I’m already done for! I’ll try and keep her away for as long as possible!” Javelin yelled out, knowing his fate had been sealed the moment he tasted her. Chemical reactions took place at lightning speed throughout his body, activating the most primal of instincts the pony species possessed. 

The instinct to breed.

His superior clenched his teeth, wanting to do something to save his underling, but deep down he knew it was for naught. “I'll go as fast as I can! Stay strong, I know you can do it!” he yelled out as he began to gallop as fast as he could back to the garrison leaving Javelin to his uncertain future. Hoping to any higher power that the brave young stallion had the strength to hold on before this night would haunt him for the rest of his life. He was a good kid, but he wasn’t ready for fatherhood.

Six purred like a cat, her senses flooding with the scent she didn’t know she needed. She rubbed her cheek against the black phallus drinking deep on its virile musk sending another splatter of fluids onto Javelin's face. The stallion moaned in response to the nuzzling his member was receiving, but he couldn’t give in. As good as he knew it would feel if he fell to his instincts, his life would be ruined.

Keeping the mare occupied is all that mattered, so he did the next best thing. 

“Playpony… don’t fail me now,” the stallion muttered to himself as he tried to remove his hooves from under the Spartans spread hind legs. They refused to move, so, with a heavy heart, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and leant up to lick the Spartans soaking teats. 

His dick twitched as the Spartan moaned, its rhythmic pulsing in tandem with the stallion's heartbeat drawing Six’s gaze. She couldn’t resist, in combination with his virile musk, she needed to taste it.

With her muzzle buried at the organ’s base she gave it a single long lick up to its flat top, a small drop of off white liquid gathering at its very tip. It looked so…enticing, she couldn’t resist anymore. Opening her mouth wide she took its entire flat head within her maw, the world around her falling away.

Back in the land of the living, however, Javelin was doing what he could to buy himself time, as good as the impromptu blowjob felt, he knew that if he blew his load it would only embolden the mare to drain him dry. At least he could be thankful that Six was not at all experienced in the oral department, what little reprieve that gave him. The constant splashes of heavenly nectar against his face however proved his most difficult challenge.

It was beyond divine, and only pushed his mind to want more, to stick his muzzle into her marehood and drink deeply from its source. He had to resist however, for the sake of his future, for the sake of his bachelor lifestyle and for the sake of not taking advantage of his idol.

But as Six continued to take his meat deeper and deeper down her throat, his resistance was quickly crumbling.

‘How bad could one little taste be?’

His eyes locked onto the little red nub winking at him from above as she started to move up and down his organ, savering its taste and bringing him ever closer to release. With another squirt onto his face his resistance crumbled completely as he dove into her marehood without abandon, lapping eagerly against her sex.

The shiver it gave Six vibrated throughout her body and drew a moan around his cock, making him groan in response, a wallop of pre cum landing squarely into Six’s throat and back of her tongue as she removed herself from him. She let out a loud moan in tandem with Javelin, filling the air of the forest with the sounds of lust. 

Suddenly Six moved to stand up, releasing the private from his prison. She was so, so, so close to release and she couldn’t wait any longer. Now able to move, Javelin pushed his back against a nearby tree, using it to sit up as the moon reached its apex, bathing him in pale moonlight. 

His member stood proud between his legs, pre leaking from a half-formed flare and covered in a mix of Spartan spit and nectar. It seemed he was closer to climax than previously thought as the familiar tightness behind his shaft told him.

Panting, he looked up, a sense of dread beginning to overtake him. From the way Six was looking at it, he knew that he was going to fail. She had had enough foreplay and was going straight in for the main course, if the look in her eye was anything to go off of. And the stallion knew that the moment he took her to the hilt he would explode, and so would Six. He tried to make a move to run, only for his limbs to refuse to answer, his muscles weak after being trapped under the heavy Spartan. 

Six approached and raised herself high above his member, her forelegs gripping the tree behind him for support, marehood drooling and winking eagerly. A single shaft of moonlight would illuminate their imminent union and subsequent impregnation of the first Spartan-pony hybrid should Javelin cum.

She began to slowly lower herself down as Javelin closed his eyes in silent resignation, his member pulsing as the heat of her slit began to wash over his cock. Both ponies gasped as their organs touched, his broad flare pushing against her slit. 

But as she pushed down, his member slipped between her teats instead. She growled at being denied her relief as she rose up and tried again, only for it to slip once more. Both ponies breathing were becoming frantic, Six from denial and Javelin from his imminent release.

“I…I can’t…hold it…I’m gonna… I’m gonna!”

Six’s eyes widened as instinct told her she was about to lose her key to relief if she didn't get him inside her now. Looking down she could see Javelin’s flare beginning to form. Frantic, Six tried one last time, spreading her legs as wide as she could and hovering her slit just above the flaring member. 

She lowered herself down, feeling that wonderful sensation of it parting her slit, moments away from taking her virginity for good. But before his flare could enter her fully, a blue glow emanated from inside her tunnel preventing the organ from piercing her fully.

“N-No!” she yelled as she gyrated her hips in a last ditch effort as Javelin’s member began to throb ominously, her movements bringing him past the point of no return as his balls began to contract.

“I-I’m c-cumming,” the stallion groaned as rope after rope after rope of steaming white cum began to coat her inner thigh, outer lips and teats. Six grinded helplessly against the member, trying desperately to get the cooling seed inside her to no avail, her release denied to her once again.

Her form was suddenly raised above the ground in an aura of light-blue magic before it coalesced into a bubble that trapped her floating mid-air. She pawed desperately towards the rapidly shrinking member, her other hoof desperately rubbing against her cum-coated slit.

Her desperate and feral moans muted to the outside world as a group of ponies rushed into the clearing. 

“Looks like we made it in time,” began Princess Cadence, relief in her voice as she looked between the bubbled Spartan and the relieved smiling guard.

“Private Javelin, you alright?!” Corporal Spud asked as he ran towards the brave soldier, his gaze switching between his shrinking member and the Spartans, now white, slit, “You didn’t…”

“He didn’t,” Cadence entoned with a smile, before frowning when she looked towards the captive Spartans' underside. “Though, from the looks of it, if we were a minute later, you would have.”

“I’m…glad to have not…failed in my duties,” Javelin joked with a small smile, “You guys don’t mind…if I take a nap real quick? She…she was a hoof full.” The Private yawned, barely able to keep his eyes open.

“We’ll bring you to the infirmary just in case. But otherwise you're okay?” Spud questioned, guilty that he couldn’t help when his underling was in need.

“…Fine. Yeah I’m… fine. I’m gonna pass out now.” The guard promptly fell asleep, a soft snoring now echoing throughout the clearing as well as the muffled pounding of the Spartans hooves against her magical containment.

Cadence sighed as she approached the bubble, her gaze one of worry and shame. She should have seen this coming, as the princess of love—both mental and physical—she should have realised sooner that a Spartan in heat was a combination for disaster. A ticking time bomb of unwanted parenthood.

Looking into the bubble, she didn’t see the mare she had come to know as friend, that persona having been buried under the unfamiliar and nigh uncontrollable influence of estrus. She kicked herself mentally for her inaction, it was as plain as day now to the alicorn that Six had never received any formal education about her pegasi body, and that included the birds and the bees. Tartarus, the Spartan couldn’t even fly yet!

Thankfully, no long term consequences were wrought from this night. As inappropriate as it was to project a barrier inside her friend's marehood, it saved both the poor guard and her friend from an unwanted pregnancy. But now there was the other problem, what to do with Six...

Lock her up until her heat ends? That could work but it would also be unimaginably cruel. The poor mare could barely go five seconds within the bubble without touching herself, so desperate for the sexual gratification her body demanded.

Cadence averted her gaze with a blush and turned the bubble opaque, granting the Spartan some modicum of privacy. If Six found out that half of the guard witnessed her at her most vulnerable, she didn’t doubt there would be Tartarus to pay. 

She had never once seen a heat this bad before, Cadence needed more information before she could devise a way to help her friend. Turning to face the rest, she spoke, her tone brokering no argument.

“What has happened here is to remain secret to the highest order. I will make sure that Javelin is compensated well for what he had to endure but none of you may ever utter a word about this. Is that understood?!” Cadence ordered, her tone mimicking one Six would use were she in the same situation.

A chorus of ‘Yes, Princess!’ was her answer as they began to help their fallen comrade.

“Good. Six ended a war for us, this is the least we can do in return,” Cadence finished as she glanced back towards the opaque bubble floating behind her. The faint vibrations of tired hooves beating against it rippled throughout its surface.





The sound of soft breathing echoed throughout the repurposed quarantine room as Six lay sedated atop the reinforced bed at its centre. An all female team of medical personnel had been drafted to diagnose the Spartan, and the results were not promising. As in the neighbouring observation lab, an alicorn was on the warpath.

“What do you mean ‘this isn’t a normal heat?’ I could already tell you that without a medical licence!” Cadence spoke in frustration towards the unamused doctor.

“Quite… but if you would let me explain princess, I can tell you how ‘not normal’ my patient’s estrus is,” Dr. Anthema explained, adjusting her glasses with an extended wing, her tone nigh emotionless. Her answer appeared to appease the princess as she took a deep breath to calm her emotions. Why Six ever decided to make Dr. Anthema her primary physician Cadence would never know. 

“Then please, explain to me what’s wrong with my friend.”

“After running several tests, magical scans, and the analysis of the fluid samples my colleague gathered, we have come to the conclusion that Six’s reproductive system has reactivated with a vengeance,” the doctor began to explain as she pointed with an extended wingtip toward a nearby graph on the wall of their observation lab.

“Thanks to a combination of either drugs or the genetic enhancements of my patient, her reproductive organs and drive were in a state of dormancy for, as far as we can tell, a majority of her life; far after sexual maturity.”

“Dormancy? You mean she has never had any…” Cadence bit her lip, “inappropriate thoughts?”

“I doubt it princess, I would not at all be surprised if this heat was her first ever encounter with her own sexuality. This leads onto the heat that she is now dealing with. For a reason we cannot explain, the measures that had previously held her system dormant have dissipated and or deactivated.” She pulled out another graph and gave it to the Princess. 

“What you are seeing here is a graph of my patient’s hormone production.” She pulled out a second one and gestured to it. “This is the hormone production of an average mare during estrus.” Cadence's eyes widened as her gaze switched between the two. The difference was night and day. The graph representing Six almost ten times as high and only continuing to grow. Anthema continued despite her audience's shocked reaction.

“As you can see her’s is far, far above the average for even some of the most severe cases of estrus I have encountered. This also has an unintended side effect regarding the biological mechanisms that control the estrous cycle.”

“What kind of side effects?” Cadence asked cautiously, turning to look towards the sleeping Spartan.

“They won’t turn off naturally for this first cycle. Afterwards everything should work as normal, perhaps a little stronger than average due to increased hormone production, but they would last the standard amount of time and end normally.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me that Six heat won’t end?”

“Unless she gets inseminated, yes, which we have confirmed is possible despite her unique physiology. Though we cannot guarantee that the subsequent pregnancy would be easy if our current understanding of her genetics is anything to go off of...”

“W-what about heat suppressants?”

“Temporary, depending on the strength of the suppressant it will last between an hour and a day before her metabolism eats through it. That is also without mentioning her building up a tolerance to its effects, rendering them ultimately useless in the long term.”

“How long could you realistically give her suppressants before they become useless?” Cadence asked as the doctor looked up in thought before moving to quickly do some calculations on her clipboard.

“Three days, maybe. And that’s on the optimistic side. So if you're going to do what I think you're going to do then you better work fast, because once the suppressants run out, she will jump the first stallion she can find and I doubt there is any stopping her from getting what she wants by that point.”

“Y-yeah… we barely stopped her the first time.”

“Hm, do be sure to send the stallion down to my lab at some point… and if you happen to fail please be sure to restrain her before the stallion ejaculates, the mess is a pain to clean up when every touch only creates more,” the Doctor asked without a hint of shame towards a blushing Cadence.

“I understand.”

“Good, then would you like me to administer the first dose?” 

“Yes.”

The doctor rummaged through a nearby cupboard and pulled out a small vial of bright orange liquid. “Then follow me, and remember what I told you. Three days, and she must come for another dose every 13 hours, earlier if her heat begins to return.” The Doctor stopped before reaching the door, turning to look Cadence in the eye. “I have a favour to ask.”

“Oh?”

“As her doctor I’m… privy to certain details of her past. Find her a stallion that will treat her right, Princess, one that won’t abandon her. She’s in an extremely vulnerable state right now and will need somepony to depend on afterwards, even if she doesn’t like to show it.” Cadence smiled warmly at the doctor's request.

“Don’t worry, Six will be well taken care of in my hooves.”

“I hope so… Anyway, come follow me, her sedatives will wear off soon.” 
> An unavoidable Filling
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Six gritted her teeth as the first thing she felt upon her return to the waking world was a needle piercing her skin as a chill went up her spine.

“Ugh,” she groaned as she brought a hoof up to her head. “What happened?” She tried to recall what she was doing last only to come up blank, the last 24 hours gone from her memory. The last thing she could recall being her visit to the infirmary and all that entailed. The burning feeling under her tail having diminished significantly since she could last remember.

“Easy there Six, we had you on some heavy sedation,” the familiar voice of Dr. Anthema greeted her. The pegasus was standing off to the side, an empty syringe held between her wingtips.

“What, why?!” the Spartan asked, sitting up within an instant only to regret it a moment later as her headache intensified.

“Your mind wasn’t in the right place, soldier. Estrus got the better of you,” Anthema explained as she disposed of the empty needle. “You were lucky the Princess was around, otherwise we would be having a vastly different conversation. Though, actually, she only delayed it.”

“Just… just tell me what happened already,” Six responded as her headache began to lessen to a manageable level.

“You nearly took advantage of a guard because of your heat,” the doctor explained as Six groaned in annoyance.

“Heat this, estrus that. Will someone just explain to me what the hell is wrong with me!?”

“Allow me,” Cadence spoke for the first time, drawing the Spartans attention. “Six, how familiar are you with… your body,” she began carefully as the Spartan moved to sit up from the bed, taking care not to disturb the IV connected to her foreleg.

“Gotta be more specific there, Princess. I know how to walk, talk and fight. Flying still out of the picture however.”

“Okay then, I’ll be blunt… Do you know how your sexual organs function.” Cadence nearly gagged at her own speech as she prefered much more flowery language when discussing this topic. It seemed to have the intended effect however, as the Spartans ears perked up.

“Now that you mention it, no…Should I?”

“It’s uhh,” Cadence cleared her throat, ”basic education.”

Six frowned. “Well, sorry, but when you're created to fight in a literal war for the right to exist, such a topic isn’t very high up on the curriculum.”

“Of course, nopony will deny that those in charge of your education had much bigger problems at hoof, but this gap in your knowledge is why we’re here.” She bit her lip. “Do you know where foals come from?”

“No, and quite frankly I do not care.” Cadence had expected many answers, this was not one of them as she gave a quiet ‘sweet Celestia’ under her breath.

Dr. Anthema glanced towards the princess before speaking, “I will just give you two some privacy in the meantime, just remember to be back here in 13 hours or when symptoms return.” And with that the doctor left the two alone, the Princess of Love and the sexually ignorant Spartan.

“This better be the part where you tell me what’s going on. What the hell is estrus and how the hell do I fix it?”

“See that’s where it gets a little complicated,” Cadence giggled nervously, “But here goes…”





“So what you're telling me is that this ‘estrus’ I’m experiencing is my bodies reproductive mechanism activating.”

“Yes.”

“But…because this is the first time it’s ever happened, and that I am also a Spartan, it’s stronger than what it’s supposed to be?”

“Uh huh.” 

“And the only way for it to go away is for me to have sex and get pregnant?”

“Y-yeah.”

“And to top it all off I only have about three days worth of drugs before I lose all conscious thought and just find the nearest male to do exactly that. Which I almost did before you managed to restrain me and bring me here. Have I understood you correctly?”

“That just about sums it up, yes.”

“I…” For perhaps the third time in her life, Six was left speechless, unable to think of her next move. “I need a moment, this is… this is all quite new to me.”

“Completely understandable, Six. If it makes you feel any better I went through the same thing when I was younger too. Not to the same extent as you but when I went through my first heat it was pretty rough for me as well.”

“So then… What should I do? It's not like a have a choice in the matter here. Either way this ends with me pregnant.”

“Oh honey,” Cadence began as she put her hoof on Six’s back. Since the beginning of her explanation Cadence has taken a seat next to the Spartan on her bed, granting the Spartan a small comfort she hadn’t realised she needed. “As terrible as your situation is, know that you do have a choice.” Cadence explained

“B-but what if I chose wrong or… what if I run out of time? I’m a Spartan, I was never meant to be a m-mother. H-hell, I can barely remember my own parents. The closest thing I had in the program was our trainer, and he wasn’t the best role model,” Six spoke with an uncharacteristic nervousness and fear in her voice, prompting the Princess to act.

“Shhh, calm down, Six. Everything is going to be alright. I’ll be with you every step of the way. Who better to guide you than the Princess of Love herself?” Cadence reassured with a smile, bringing a wing over the larger Spartan’s back. Seeing Six, the usually infallible force of nature so nervous and vulnerable, only reinforced Cadence’s resolve to help her through this.

“O-okay. Then… where do we begin? I… I don’t want to waste any time.” Cadence smiled reassuringly towards the Spartan.

“I guess the first item on the agenda would be asking if you had your eyes on any one stallion in particular. So, any handsome soldier catch your eye lately?”

“You know nobody has,” Six deadpanned eliciting a giggle from the alicorn.

“Then why don’t you come with me to a nice private balcony overlooking the courtyard and we can figure this out together . Maybe we can even top it off with a trip to that bar you like so much and see which stallions are brave enough to buy you a drink?” Cadence offered with a smile, getting one in return from the Spartan.

“Yes…I’d like that.” Even she didn’t understand why, it was like some part of her mind that had for so long remained dormant beginning to assert itself

“It’s settled then.” Cadence jumped off the bed and waving the Spartan over to the door. Six followed after, removing the IV from her foreleg. But before the two left the room, the Spartan spoke up, grabbing the Alicorns attention.

“Cadence I…”

“Hmm? What is it, Six?”

“I just want to say…I trust you, to choose for me if needed. I…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, thoughts escaping her.

“It’s alright Six,” Cadence reassures, before moving to lie a wing over the Spartan’s back, “And thank you, for placing your trust in me.”

“Well it’s… A Spartan can’t be perfect at everything right?” Six offered with an uncertainl smile. “Especially not…this.”

“Don’t you worry, Six. Once all this is set and done, we’ll be laughing about it over tea while our little ones play with each other.” Six blinked, confusion evident on her face.

“Wait…are you also ‘in heat’?”

Cadence blushed. “No I’m not.”

“Pregnant?”

“No.” Cadence laughed while shaking her head at the oblivious Spartan. “Just imagining what our future will look like. Shining and I are hoping to start a family soon, and imagining our foals on a playdate…” Cadence closed her eyes and smiled warmly before refocusing on the Spartan who looked at the alicorn like she had grown a second head. “Enough about the future, we’ve gotta deal with your problem first before I start planning playdates.”

“Y-yeah,” Six responded with a forced smile as Cadence led her out of the room, the alicorn suddenly far more chipper than she was before. A single thought entered the Spartans mind as she followed the Alicorn outside.

‘The hell’s a playdate?’





Cadence was beginning to get nervous, her idea of having the Spartan watch several variously scheduled trainings had not gone to plan. It seemed her military mind was far stronger than her emotional one, even when under the effects of a slowly diminishing suppressant.

Six simply couldn’t take in the sights, her mind finding every flaw in their form and improvement she could make to their routine. The alicorn had to practically drag her away from the courtyard after witnessing the PT of a recently enlisted guard regiment lest she take over for the instructor. The Spartan wanted to do nothing more than take those ponies and drill them till they were hardened veterans. 

How Cadence wished it was the euphemism she knew it to be, and not the Spartan’s military interpretation. Though she had managed to catch Six throwing a few glances of a more… carnal nature towards several ponies whose names she noted down for later. This leads the pair to where they currently are: walking through the evening buzz of Canterlot, searching for the bar she knew was Six’s favourite.

Or to be more accurate, the only bar she knew Six visited when a day was particularly tough on the Spartan. Be it her own Spartan’s antics or the paperwork that came with it, even Six needed a cold one every now and then. She was a machine, but a machine needs some routine downtime to remain efficient.

“The Angel’s Tap,” the Princess read from a newly installed sign that hung from the building's door, the insignia of Six’s squad emblazoned on the newly installed wood. The alicorn looked towards a sheepish Six. “I see your regular visits here have not gone unexploited by the owner,” Cadence teased as her friend sighed.

“Look let’s just go get a drink, this day is starting to drag on, and your first idea has not improved my mood,” Six responded as she opened the door and beckoned the Princess inside. The sounds of conversation, laughter and music emanating from the open doorway.

“Yes let’s, but remember why we’re doing this.”

Six simply looked back and switched her gaze between her flank and Cadence's face. “It’s hard not too.” While the suppressant she had been given stopped the physical symptoms of her heat, it’s suppression of its mental effects was already beginning to wane, the back of her mind filling with ever increasingly lustful thoughts she couldn’t fully understand as the sun set on the horizon.

Six stopped at the precipice to the bar, nervousness clear in her body language. “Are you sure this will work? I’m not the most approachable person.”

“You’ll be fine, trust me.” Six could only give a deadpan stare in response before turning to enter the bar fully, Cadence following close behind.

The bar was just as full as Cadence hoped it would be, with ponies from every branch of the military and general working ponies enjoying their night on the town. Music was playing loudly as a small time band appeared to be playing the evening away. The entrance of the mare that inspired the rebranding of the bar did not go unnoticed by the owner.

“Six!” he called out cheerfully towards the pair after handing a stallion his drink. “Good to see you tonight, I just got a fresh batch of your favourite this morning!”

“Well atleast I got that going for me,” Cadence could hear Six mutter under her breath before responding in earnest. “Thanks, you know what I want.”

“That I do, but what can I get for you, Princess? Not everyday we get royalty visiting our little hole in the wall.” 

“Hmmm… I’ll have what she’s having.” Both Six and the bartender cringed at that answer, confusing the alicorn, “Something wrong?”

“My drink is… an acquired taste, you sure you want it?” her friend asked, seemingly genuinely concerned for Cadence. The alicorn took that as a challenge and focused her gaze.

“I didn’t become the Captain of the Guard's wife just for my looks, you know. I’ve had my fair share of nights on the town.”

“Alright, alright,” Six conceded an amused smirk growing on her face. “Get her a glass as well.”

“Alright… Your booth’s where you left it, Angel. I’ll be with you in a bit,” the bartender said as he went to deal with another customer on the far side of the bar. As the pair began to move their way towards the aforementioned booth several glasses were raised in cheer towards Six’s direction. 

The Spartan could recognise many of their faces, from those she helped during the second attack on Canterlot to the many she helped save from the changeling hive. Soon the pair reached the empty booth where Six’s Noble insinga was emblazoned on the wall behind it.

“Even got a booth all to yourself?” Cadence asked while sitting down as Six shrugged.

“I used to sit here because it was free most nights, eventually he noticed and I guess it's mine now,” the Spartan explained as she scanned the room, several heads turning to act like they weren't staring. “I’m not gonna complain.” What Six was looking for, she didn’t know, her mind simply ordered her to look around the room for someone.

Moments later, before her gaze could find something to latch onto, their drinks arrived.

“Here we go. Two Noble Specials for our guests of honour,” the bartender exclaimed as he placed two small shot glasses of a clear liquid down on the table in front of them. Cadence raised an eyebrow at the small glass as Six already took it to hoof and downed it in one go, a satisfied sigh leaving her lips.

Cadence did the same, though with a minor amount of hesitation. She could only manage a single teaspoon of the liquid before coughing loudly.

“H-*Cough* Celestia! What is *Cough Hack* this?!”

Six smirked in amusement. “The strongest alcohol there is.”

“And you drink this regularly?!”

“It’s either a few shots of this or a casket of cheap beer, and he was getting tired of me drinking up his entire stock,” Six mused as she could already begin to feel the concentrated alcohol course though her system, a pleasant buzz already began to form as the Spartan relaxed into the chair. Yes, she needed this. Right now there was no worry about the future plaguing her mind, no biological clock ticking down in the back of her brain warning her about the inevitable. It was just her, her drink and her friend.

On the outside however, Cadence was already hard at work, brain inspecting and watching the various stallions throughout the room. Using all of her experience with stallions to find those that wanted to approach but were too intimidated to. She found several, but they couldn't meet Cadence's standards for Six, the looks in their eyes clearly portraying that they wouldn't have what it took to be there for Six once the dust settled.

Most looked at the Spartan with adoration, the kind of stallions that would put Six up on a pedestal, and Cadence didn’t need to be an expert to know much that would annoy her friend. She needed somepony that would treat her with respect. A stallion that wouldn’t be afraid to stand up to her. A stallion willing and able to give the love and care Six would need in the months and years to follow.

It was at this moment that Cadence realised coming to a bar was not the right place to find such a stallion she looked for. Sighing, the alicorn finished her drink absentmindedly before exiting her trance and turning to look towards her friend, only to stop dead in her tracks.

Looking down at the glass she held in her hooves Cadence could now feel the burn of the strong liquid going down the back of her throat. “Oh Celestia…” she managed to mutter before coughing slightly as her body registered what she had just consumed.

The haze of alcohol began to descend upon her vision and mind as the highly concentrated alcohol worked its magic.

“Hey Six…” Cadence began with a tone of worry, grabbing the Spartans attention.” What was the alcohol percentage of your drink?”

“Around… 80%,” Six responded as she inspected her now wide eyed friend with an amused smile. With her enhanced biology protecting her from the effects of any lesser alcohol, this special brew was the only drink that got the Spartan what she wanted in a reasonable amount of time. This also has the unintended effect of giving anyone else who drank even a single glass of the stuff extreme intoxication.

“Oh..,” Cadence responded absentmindedly as Six shook her head with a warm laugh in response.

“I told you it was strong, Princess,” the Spartan commented before returning to her idle watching of the room around them. Cadence meanwhile tried to return to her previous task, but as the minutes dragged on and the alcohol she had injested was metabolised, her concentration began to wane. By the time Six was halfway through her third drink Cadence was barely sitting up.

But as much as Six tried to enjoy herself, seeing Cadence in such a state wasn’t sitting well with her. 

With a sigh Six decided to bite the bullet. She could always come back afterwards once the Princess was safe and sound back in the castle. Standing up, Six moved beside the dazed princess, holding out a wing for support.

“C’mon, Princess, let’s get you back to the castle.”

“N-noooo…. What about,” she leaned in to whisper into Six, “our mission?”

“We can try again tomorrow,” Six reassured, her answer seemed to satisfy the inebriated alicorn, though she still pouted at the pegasus.

“Okay…” Cadence acquiesced, taking the offered appendage and pulling herself up.

“I’ll pay you for the drinks tomorrow, I gotta bring her home first!” Six called out towards the bar, grabbing the owners attention.

“She down the whole thing?!”

“Yes!”

“Ha!” He turned towards a nearby patron. “You owe me five bits.”

Six just chuckled in amusement as she led the alicorn out of the bar and onto the emptying street. The sun had since long set below the horizon, a low cloud cover hampering the usually strong moonlight, leaving their path to be illuminated by artificial streetlights.

“Y-you know who would b-be a good stallion for you?” Cadence slurred as she looked up and into the Spartan’s eyes, “M-my Shining.”

Six raised her eyebrow but said nothing, focusing on the road ahead and suppressing the heat induced thoughts that were only growing stronger with each passing minute. The suppressant she had been given 12 hours before beginning to lose its potency.

“You're married to Shining Armor.”

“A-and? H-he w-would treat you and your foal right.” Cadence suddenly gasped as if realising something. “Our foals would then be siblings! W-we could be one *hiccup* one big happy family!”

“Y-yeah…” Six didn’t want to admit it, but what Cadence said resonated with something deep within her mind. The ever-increasing concentration of hormones in her system making the idea more and more enticing. Images of the Captain beginning to fill her mind, it was only when she felt her wings beginning to flare did she realise what was happening.

“Oh damn,” she cursed as she increased in speed back towards the castle, attempting to drown out drunk Cadence's continued pestering and selling of the idea towards Six. But luckily, the pair reached Cadence's room without incident, most guards waving the pair through without a thought or only a minor stop to confirm their identities.

Opening the door to the large suite the princess called home Six led the alicorn inside and towards the Qqueen-sized bed in the main bedroom. The Princess’s room was akin to a house within a castle with a large central living room that connected the various other sections of the suite together.

“Awww… where’s Shiney?” Cadence asked as she squeezed her eyes shut. “Give…give me a moment,” she continued as she began casting a spell, her horn glowing in chaotically swirling energy. Six, as illiterate as she was towards the inner working of magic, knew that was a bad idea.

“Cadence wai-“ Six couldn’t finish her sentence before her world became a bright blue as the Princess's drunken spell fired. As strange as it sounds, Six felt herself be compressed into an infinitely small point in space before expanding outwards and reappearing not where she had previously been.

She could feel a cold wind brush against her coat, the sound of a tree rustling just above her and the sounds of owls hooting filling the air. Blinking the spots out of her eyes, Six looked around to ascertain her current position. She was standing in some sort of small garden she couldn’t recognise, an overgrown railing in front of her acting as a barrier against a sudden drop.

Walking over carefully, she noticed she could see the entirety of Canterlot castle from up here. The Spartan realising wherever she had been teleported too was located up the mountain and against the mountain Canterlot was built into.

“Ugh,” a groan came from her left as another flash of light filled her vision. After blinking the spots out of her eyes Six’s being filled with no small amount of dread upon seeing just who had made the sound. The suppressant within her body beginning to run dry, as Six redoubled her efforts to fight her growing need.

Captain Shining Armor leant against a nearby tree, his hoof against his purple and gold helmet as he clutched his spear tightly in his other foreleg. “What happened?”

“Your wife… I think,” Six responded, quickly averting her gaze back towards the castle below them.

“She told me you were both going out on a ‘mares night’ to help you out… I take it she drank too much and tried to cast a spell?” Six nodded in response.

“Not the first time I take it?”

“Did the same on our first date, gotta say, being teleported into Princess Celestia’s bedroom is not all its cracked up to be.” Both laughed slightly at the comment. “So where did she bring us anyway?”

“Above the Castle, someplace up the mountain,” Six explained as Shining moved to inspect the railing like the Spartan had before.

“Yep…You know how many times I've told her to put her ring on when she decides to go drinking? Too many times that's what. How, uhh… you okay? Cadence told me what's wrong and… you gonna be fine until we find a way down?” Shining asked carefully as he peered over the railing before them.

“I’ll be fine,” Six answered, opting to leave the ‘I hope’ unsaid, the Spartan already starting to feel the dull warmth and emptiness within her returning slowly. “But let's find a way down, quickly. I… can already feel it returning.” Six bit her lip and averted her gaze, Shining Armor’s eyes widening.

“Oh…Oh! Let's get a lay of the land then, maybe there's a way down from this place,” the Prince began rather hurriedly as he began to walk along the railing, Six following closely behind, not noticing her raised tail and glistening nethers.





“I cannot believe it. No, in fact, I refuse to. There is no way that Cadie managed to teleport us both to the one abandoned pegasus garden in all of Canterlot!” Shining Armor ranted as he paced in front of the Spartan, seething to himself. The pair had walked around the entire garden, finding that the only way to the outside world was over the railing. Currently the two of them were back where they started, the Spartan sitting with her back against a nearby tree, Shining Armor in front of her.

“Can’t you just…teleport us back?” Six asked, genuinely confused as the unicorn ceased in his pacing, his horn lighting up with magic before fizzling out in a fountain of sparks.

“Just as I thought… Cadence's drunken misfire is preventing me from casting anything. Seriously, Six?” Shining sat down across from the Spartan, removing his helmet and placing it between his forelegs.

“…Yeah?” She answered after shaking her head back to reality, the Spartan having spaced out for a brief moment, her gaze leaving his helmet.

“Remember the golden rule: Alicorns and alcohol don’t mix.” Six smirked at the comment before biting her lip once again, thighs rubbing together unconsciously. This reaction did not go unnoticed by her companion.

“You good, soldier?”

“Suppressant’s wearing off… Sorry, I’m… I’m doing my best to fight it. I'll last till rescue comes, don’t you worry, Captain,” Six explained, closing her eyes and taking several deep breaths to calm her body down. The burning in her loins was beginning to return in earnest now, her lower lips getting wetter with every passing minute.

Shining sighed as he turned to watch the moon only just reach a quarter of its way across the night sky. “If i guess correctly… rescue won’t be coming till dawn at the earliest. Think you can make it till then?”

“I will certainly try…Sir,” Six answered as she sucked in a deep breath and focused entirely on remaining in control, though she knew it to be a losing battle. Eventually it would be too much.

“Want me to give you some privacy?”

“N-no… that would only make it worse. My body it’s…screaming out for me to get what it wants. W-with you here i-it’s somewhat easier. I-I’m doing my best here, b-but it's far worse than before. I-I think I’ll make it, though,” Six tried to reassure, a tremble in her voice as her hips made small uncontrollable twitches.

“…Cadence told me that the only way this heat was going to end was with a foal right?” The words struck Six’s body like a thunderbolt, her marehood winking and grinding her clit into the grass beneath her. 

“Y-Y-Yeah…” Six moaned out breathily, making Shining Armor blush and turn away. The stallion adjusted where he sat to keep his modesty. The erotic sound would make any stallion weak, and the Prince was no exception. Six knew she couldn’t deny it anymore, her heat was back, the suppressant gone from her system entirely. Biological urge to breed igniting with a vengeance.

“G-God…” Six sucked in a deep breath before moaning loudly, a puddle beginning to form underneath her.  “It burns so goddamn much. It feels like a plasma bolt is burning through my insides.” Her body could barely resist anymore, her hips making small humps, grinding her marehood against the backs of her front hooves.

Shining moved to stand up, a deep red blush on his face as he began to move further away from the Spartan, making every effort to keep his stallionhood sheathed. But with the lewd sounds the Spartan was making, it was a losing battle.

“F-fuck,” Six swore as she fought against the increasing biological urgency. “Fuck this hurts.” Her hips began grinding against the back of her hooves in earnest, a splash of fluid squirting out between her hooves. The small stream was visible in the stallion's peripheral vision as it splashed against the grass.

Shining Armor swallowed nervously, he was stuck here with a ticking time bomb and he knew it. “You can do it Six. You can fight it!” He got an angry growl in response.

“Your. Not. Helping!” she replied with an involuntary moan as her marehood winked once again, grinding her clit into her fur. “God, it burns so fucking much.” Her mind was fighting a losing battle as her body remembered that it had not yet reached its peak since her heat first began. Her body having been brought to the edge and remaining tethered there, unable to fall repeatedly into the blissful release it so desperately desired. Her wings were flared out to their maximum, the appendages giving little flaps in order to more effectively spread her scent. 

Shining Armor bit his lip so hard it bled, trying desperately to ignore the Spartan’s plight, but the moment her pheromones reached his nose, his sheath began to unfurl. His body reacted instinctively to the smell of a mare in heat, pumping his life giving fluid towards his groin. A mare was ready to be bred. A mate ready to receive his foals.

He fought back with images of Cadence instead of the moaning Spartan. Though, in hindsight, it only made his situation worse as his stallionhood quickly stood fully erect between his legs. His organ is only hidden from the Spartan’s view by his armor and discarded helmet.

Six couldn’t take the burning anymore as she shamelessly spread her hind legs and began pressing her hoof against her lower lips, grinding her frog into her folds eliciting another squirt of fluid onto the grass. “Ah~ I-I need more.” 

Those words made Shining Armor's blood run cold as Six looked around for what she needed to remain sane. “I, ah~, I need something i-inside.”

Six didn’t have to look around for long as Shining Armor tossed his spear over towards her. It was of the ceremonial variety with golden accents, laminated wood and an engraved blade “Use this, its surface is smooth enough.”

“Th-thank, oh~” she could barely finish her sentence before she took the blunt end of the spear and slowly began to slip it past her folds, thankful to have the emptiness within her filled. Her inner muscles kneaded its inorganic invader, trying in vain to coax the seed it did not contain out. Normally, Shining would find this use of military equipment abhorrent, but right now however it was the most erotic sight in the world.

She began to slowly pump its shaft in and out of her canal, leaving its blunt end just at her marehood entrance before plunging it back in. Wet sounds filling the air as every movement coaxed another squirt of marecum out from her between her lips. She started off slow at first, getting used to its size before—ironically—spearing herself on it with purpose.

But the weapon was too unwieldy and long to maneuver effectively. Giving a feral growl, Six took the slick weapon in between her hooves and bent with all her strength. Seconds later a crack reverberated throughout the garden as the weapon was snapped in twain, the Spartan discarding the bladed half. She inspected her handiwork briefly before need forced her to act. Sticking the splintered half into the dirt, Six raised up to her knees before resting her dripping marehood directly over its cold, smooth and blunt tip.

She was breathing heavily, empty canal clenching angrily as another torrent of fluid squirted out coating her makeshift dildo with her burning juices. She began to grind her lips against her toy’s drenched head, reveling in the way it parted her slit before the anticipation became too much. She lowered herself down, until she felt the grass tickle against her winking clit.

Loud moans graced Shining Armor's ears making him groan in response. He had to stay strong, for the sake of his marriage and for the sake of his friendship with Six. If either of them gave in, the damage it would do would change both of their lives forever. But below all that bravado, he was still a stallion, and he needed to relieve himself lest her pheromones drive him insane. His willpower was diminishing rapidly with every deep breath.

He leant back against his tree and let his stallion hood stand free, the cool air sending a shiver down his spine as it brushed past his sensitive black flesh. His equipment was a monument to ponykind, a thick black shaft that could please any mare. A weapon so powerful it once made his wife scream so loudly it shattered the windows in their apartment during her last estrus. Oh how the stallion wished to be back there now. To wake up from this dream and rut the actual Cadence until every window in Canterlot was naught but shards of glass from her screams.

He began to slowly run his hooves up and down his organ, revelling in the feelings he got as his hoof passed over his medial ring. A slight moan escaped his maw, causing the masturbaiting Spartan’s ears to swivel in his direction. Both parties never ceasing in their movements as they spoke.

“A… Are you a-also?” she asked before being cut off by a moan as she grinded her lips against the grass, a cobweb of nectar connecting the two.

“Y-yeah. I-I’m sorry but… your heat, it’s too much for me. If… If we’re gonna make it through this night…” he held back a groan as a droplet of pre gathered at his tip before running down his length and making it glisten in the moonlight, “w-without you becoming a pastry…a-and myself a b-baker… we need to stay in control.”

“E-easier said than…than done.”

“At least…at least Cadence's spell… grabbed me, instead of somepony else. B-by now, they might have already… already taken advantage of you.”

Both said nothing for a few minutes, only the sounds of their simultaneous masturbation filling the air before the sound coming from Six suddenly stopped. The Spartan remaining fully hilted upon the toy as the distinct sound of silent tears emanated from her.

“C-Captain?” she asked, her voice so weak and quiet forcing Shining to cease in his movements, looking towards the still form of the Spartan in worry. Her body shivering and wings twitching in clear need.

“Six?”

“I… I’m at my limit… the burning…it’s too much… I don’t… I don’t think I can hold myself back any longer.” She sounded so…small, her usual confidence gone, the fear about what was about to happen shining through. She turned her head to look at the stallion, eyes wide in clear panic, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “I’m not going to make it till sunrise.”

“I was afraid of that…” Shining answered as Six made a move to stand up, the stallion doing the same. “I’ll try my best to prevent it, but it may already be too late. If I don’t… I won’t abandon you and I don’t blame you for what happens.” The scent of her lust was so thick in the air, Shining could barely string a coherent thought together, his shaft pulsing dangerously in tandem with his heartbeat.

“I…I’m glad it’s you,” Six said with the smallest of smiles growing on her face as her body began to completely succumb to her heat, the instinctual need to propagate the species overtaking all rational thought as Six closed her eyes… and a mare in heat opened them.

Instantly, another splash of fluids fell to the ground behind the Spartan as she shamelessly turned and presented herself to Shining Armor. Her hind legs spread, wings flared and marehood winking. Another squirt escaped her lips, landing directly on the stallion's face and chest. The Spartan walked seductively towards the overgrown railing before draping her forelegs over its surface, using its groaning metal as support as she looked back at the five-legged stallion, a clear drip of pre leaking from his tip.

Her tail was swept out of the way, giving Shining Armor a perfect view of her red and swollen lips, their outer folds parting to show him exactly where she needed it. She knew force wasn‘t needed to get what she wanted, her heat-addled mind simply knowing that the stallion would not be able to fight his urges. That he would breed her of his own volition.

“Dear Celestia…” he whispered as he breathed the Spartans pheromones in deeply, sending a surge of blood directly into his stallion hood. It was simply too much, the sight, the smell, the clear need she showed. “I’m sorry Cadence,” he said under his breath as he approached the presenting Spartan, his own instincts beginning to take over as well.

She swayed her hips side to side, slit winking in tandem. The hypnotic movement drew Shining Armor closer and closer. He could feel the heat radiating off of the Spartan’s marehood against his face, nostrils snorting as he breathed deeply on her scent.

Shining Armor whinnied like the ponies of old as he became Six’s mate. Rearing up he placed his hooves against the Spartan’s toned flanks, hoof pressing against her cutiemarks as she coo’d in response to the weight on her back. The Spartan pushed her hindquarters out, trying to find what she so desperately needed.

The moment their sexes touched, a lightning bolt shot through them as Shining Armor thrusted forward on instinct. And, in less than a second, the Spartan was a virgin no more, her mate spreading her open like nothing ever had. Her deepest cavern that had remained empty for so long finally filled.

Both parties screamed into the night sky as they each adjusted to each other, the two slowly becoming one as Six’s pelvic muscles squeezed with everything they had against the invader. Shining Armor gritted his teeth as he slowly began to pull back, relishing in the tightness not even Cadence's pussy could match. Six’s marehood was beyond words as both moaned loudly, his medial ring going over her clit.

His tip remained firmly inside, Six whimpering as she pushed back looking to be filled once more. She got her wish a moment later as Shining slammed his hips forward to meet hers, the force he used so high that the railing they used as support moved in tandem with his thrust.

A jet of marecum spattered against the base of his shaft and testicles, urging him desperately to continue, and who was he to deny the Spartan?

He repeated his motion, pulling back till just the tip remained before slamming home, wet claps of flesh meeting flesh echoing throughout the garden as he began to pick up speed. Six could only scream out, her muzzle pointed to the sky, eyes rolling back in their sockets. Her long awaited release getting closer and closer and closer.

Her body was ready and Shining Armor’s battering ram was knocking at the gates. His organ swelling in anticipation, his own release coming soon. Her wings flared, wrapping around the stallion and trapping him. He couldn’t pull out now even if he wanted to. She wasn‘t taking any chances this time for her release being denied to her again.

Shining grit his teeth as he began to feel the pressure behind his shaft begin to tighten, his balls churning and flare widening, preparing to deliver his first load of the night. He was going to breed this mare, and he wasn't going to settle for anything less than her pregnancy.

His thrusts were becoming erratic, his hips moving faster and faster. The distance they travelled becoming ever shorter with each passing second. Both were now moments away from release, seconds away from starting a family. One final thrust away from conception.

And then the balloon popped.

With a scream so high and loud it could be heard for miles around, Six came, a torrent of marecum exploding from their union, coating her stallion’s balls and lower legs completely in her nectar. Wings pressing harder, preventing even the slightest of movement away. Her muscles clenched with what felt like enough strength to bend steel as her canal kneaded Shining to release all he had. To cum inside and extinguish her heat, fulfilling his primal duty to create the first ever Pony-Spartan hybrid.

And with a groan, he did. 

Pushing himself as deep as he possibly could within the Spartan his flare widened to its maximum, trapping him inside as his balls jumped. A rope of steaming hot foal batter shot out of his tip like a cannon, bypassing Six’s cervix and drowning her egg in a sea of white. In one pulse her egg was submerged, in two, her womb. As he pressed himself even deeper than before, the Spartans cervix surrendering as his tip entered her most sacred cavern. He bit down against her nape, locking the orgasming Spartan in place as he grinded his pulsing hips against hers.

The feeling made the Spartan scream even louder, her orgasm extending and reaching even higher peaks than before as every muscle within her contracted and froze. Her stallion joining her as he came directly into her womb, his massive flare sealing him within. A splash of their combined fluids exploding out from the edges of their union with every pulse that her canal could not contain.

But Shining Armor was not finished yet, even as he continued to fill his mate he began to move once again, prolonging the Spartans own orgasm. So lost was she in ecstasy she hardly noticed herself being pulled off of the railing as her cheek touched the fluid soaked ground. Her forelegs had given up, leaving her chest pressing against the ground as her orgasm locked legs held her rear high.

The stallion above her taking the initiative as his own front hooves kept the Spartan in her current extremely exposed position. He began to move once again, starting off slow and deep like before, the mare below him cooing in post orgasm bliss. While Shining might have been nothing more than a slave to his baser instincts right now, he was still a gentlecolt of the highest order and, as such, would make sure that the Spartan's needs were well and truly met before the night's end.

More of their combined essences dribbled out from the edges of Six‘s canal, the seed that was not contained within her womb being pushed out with each hilting thrust. Shining’s member was still as hard as diamonds, his balls working overtime to replenish his seed’s supply, glands being pushed to keep producing more by the Spartan’s lingering pheromones. His refractory period was shortened to meet the Spartan’s demand.

He remained at this speed for a while, giving them both what they needed without pushing them back into a feral rut once more. No, what was happening here was slow, deliberate and loving. Deep thrusts that made Six squeak when his tip hit that one spot, movements that made Shining hum as his medial ring entered and exited his mate's canal.

But suddenly he pulled out completely, making the Spartan whimper and look back in confusion before her legs turned to jelly and her flank hit the seed-covered grass. She didn’t have much time to process what was going on before she was lifted up in a bridal carry and brought below the tree she had used as shelter only minutes before, the broken spear still sticking out of the ground, glistening in her drying fluids.

She was laid on her back before her mate collapsed next to her, out of breath but still standing proud between his legs. She licked her lips unconsciously before her view of it was obscured as it moved out of view. Shining armor now sat between her spread hind legs. The warmth of the member she had been eyeing now sitting comfortably above her slit and between her teats.

Her heart was pounding in her ears as the heat that had been cooling within returned in full force upon witnessing the sight. Her wings were splayed against the ground, Shinings hooves holding her hind legs apart, spreading her marehood and exposing her completely. 

He began to move slowly, rubbing the underside of his member against her parting slit and between her teats, making the Spartan moan in desperation. She attempted to grind her hips into his member to no avail, the stallion only applying more strength to her recovering muscles, preventing them from moving.

She was being teased and she knew it as desire and desperation began to once more fill her mind, begging her to be filled with his seed once again. The Spartan continued to whimper as Shining slowly began to pick up speed in his rubbing, the stallion relishing in the feeling of for once being in complete control of this force of nature below him. Cadence always loved it when he took control like this and he was going to show the Spartan the same pleasure.

Sweat began to drip down both of their forms as Six was hopelessly teased with what she so desperately wanted again and again. Shining‘s breathing was beginning to get faster and faster in tandem with Six as all the small bursts of pleasure began to build up. Their next orgasms going to be the greatest by far. Shining continued his ministration, now taking to resting his tip at her entrance for several seconds, teasing her with his member only to direct it upwards and back between her, now precum slick, teats at the last moment.

Both were leaking like faucets, a puddle pooling beneath them from Six as her outer lips and inner thighs became white with his pre. Both were moaning every few thrusts now, Shining Armor's speed slowly beginning to pick up no matter how hard he tried to slow himself down and prolong this moment. Six‘s eyes were closed, her mane pressing into the dirt as she moaned to the sky. Her wings beat against the ground as her hips twitched and shivered, her muscles now overpowering the stallion‘s.

Shining Armor stopped once more, holding his leaking tip at her entrance, his breaths rapid and inconsistent matching Six‘s own. He relaxed his knees a bit as he felt the bottom of his aching balls grow wet, the pair now in the puddle Six had created. The Spartan whimpered when she felt the movement stop, her hips moving ever so slightly to grind her marehood against him.

She could feel its dangerous throbbing on her lower lips coating them in pre, telling her that he was just as close as she was, perhaps closer as her small movements made his tip begin to swell ever so slightly. One thrust is all it would take to bring them both over once again. She opened her eyes as her gaze met Shinings both panting like dogs in desperation.

She widened her legs even further as Shining‘s hips gave an involuntary hump, his swelling tip going over her winking clit. Both ponies kept peering into eachothers eyes as Shining’s hips began to move of their own accord, bringing both slowly closer to release.

Six‘s eyes swapped between his face and throbbing member, the lustful and heat addled thoughts that had buried her true consciousness receding for a moment. When her eyes next met Shining’s, it was as Six, not a feral mare in heat. His flare was beginning to form as his hips began to bring him to the edge, Shining Armor leant down, getting into position to deliver his imminent load.

He was almost muzzle to muzzle now with Six, his forelegs just above her flapping wings and next to her head. Seeing this stallion above her, a stallion she trusted with her life, acting with such care towards her, it made her heart flutter in a way she couldn‘t describe. It made her want to do something to reciprocate—to let him know she appreciated everything she was doing for her. Images flooded her mind of times and moments she had seen Shining and Cadence together, of times she had found Sparrow and Spirit after sneaking off for a quick ‘meal’.

She leant up and brought her lips to his, giving Shining Armor her first kiss.

The stallion above her froze up in shock at the sudden feeling of Six’s lips upon his own. Shining not expecting this sudden and uncharacteristic show of affection from the Spartan as he was seconds away from cumming.

Six pulled away, her face portraying the intense nervousness she was feeling as her gaze scanned Shinings face, worried she had done something wrong. The feeling vanished moments later as she felt his member at her lower lips throb in pre-orgasmic throes before Shining Armor kissed her back with ferocity. His member shooting his first rope of cum outside her canal, coating her outer lips, inner thighs and teats.

Instinctually Shining Armor pulled his hips back and thrust his still cumming member forward, pressing his flare directly onto her opening, sending his next rope of seed inside her canal triggering the Spartan’s own orgasm.

He pushed forward one final time and finally entered Six’s convulsing tunnel, bringing himself to the hilt before the next rope of cum would be wasted. He made it on time as the Spartan’s began to knead his orgasaming member in earnest as he began to fill Six to the brim once more.

Time soon began to lose all meaning to the pair as they let their instincts do the talking. Both ponies rutted the night away in every form possible, the stallion never letting any seed go to waste as he filled the Spartan again and again and again, flooding Six’s womb so thoroughly with his seed it had painted her pink flesh as white as a cloud. The semen that escaped from their union creating a veritable snail trail as the two moved throughout the garden in their uncontrollable animalistic lust. No tree was left unmarked, no rock unchipped and no bush undefiled as the two released all their pent up energy in a night of pure passion. 

The inside of Six’s thighs turned as white as her mate's coat as the two began to approach their final release, Shinings testicles preparing their largest and last load as the Spartan rid him. Her hips grinding against his own as her tired and fatigued muscles kneaded his cock one last time, the night sky slowly turning orange.

The echoing screams of the pair climaxing one final time filling Luna’s night sky as the two ponies collapsed in each other's hooves utterly spent. Shining Armor’s finally shrinking and fully drained member leaving their union and releasing the torrent of built up seed within. A veritable waterfall of cum spilled out from her slit, matting their tails and releasing the pressure against her battered cervix, sealing it and allowing the seed within no escape. The heat that had plagued Six well and truly vanquished as the Spartan sighed in utter contentment. Her womb filled to the absolute brim a new life growing within her, as she drifted away into the land of dreams.





When Six’s consciousness returned to the waking world, it was with a smile on her dry lips. Her insides were filled with a warm and gooey feeling that made it impossible to stop. She had never felt so relaxed, so free of tension. It was like she could just melt into the warmth below her. A whole Covenant invasion could start and Six would not care, all that mattered to her right now was enjoying this moment of complete relaxation.

“…ow,” a weak whisper emanated from her pillow, confusing the mare. It was at this moment that a slight breeze bristled through her dishevelled, sticky feathers, making the Spartan shiver and ever so slightly open her eyes. She could feel the warm tickle of breath against her left ear, prompting her to look through squinting eyes towards its source.

Her gaze met Shining Armor’s as last night's events came flooding back, her eyes widening. As quick as a bolt of lighting, her tiredness forgotten for a brief moment, she rolled off of the unicorn and onto her back, forelegs tucked against her chest and hindlegs spread to see if what she feared had come to pass.

The distinct crusty white splotches on her dark fur between her legs and teats confirmed the worst as she felt an ever so slight dribble of Shining Armor’s essence drip out of her tunnel, making her shiver. The Spartan now realising that the comforting warmth she felt radiating from between her legs had come from Shining Armor.

Six just sighed loudly as she laid her head back down against the grass, her tired eyes pointed to the orange sky as the rising Sun slowly turned it blue. Her companion starting to wake up fully with what appeared to be groans of pain. It made her ears twitch as she turned her head to look at the unicorn.

“You alright?” she asked with a yawn, just how long throughout the night had they been going at it? Had they been able to sleep at all?

“…I think you broke something,” the stallion squeaked out as he adjusted his hips, sucking air through gritted teeth all the way. “Definitely broke something.”

“I’m sorry…” the Spartan apologised, turning away in shame as her gaze rested on a broken tree, small white stains and hoof-like indentations visible on the exposed wood. The garden around them—if they could even all it that anymore—was destroyed, to put it lightly. Not a single piece of foliage intact and free of white stains. The overgrown railing bent in several places with visible hoof shaped indents in its metal. 

“It’s not your fault,” Shining Armor reassured with a groan as the sound of increased activity from the castle below filled the air. “Took them long enough,” Shining mused with a small and tired chuckle, Six doing the same before stopping as the reality of their situation began to set in.

“So what now?” the Spartan asked, turning her head to look at the stallion once again, her gaze meeting his. “The burning is gone…”

“I don’t know… I should be happy, I’m going to be a father. But Cadence…” He turned away, “I…I know she’ll understand, in the end. Having thrown the both of us into an impossible situation. But I just can’t help but feel like I’ve let her down again… First with Chrysalis and now with you.” He went silent for several long moments. “Am I a bad husband?” he asked nobody in particular.

“Of course you’re not my love,” the voice of his wife answered, the alicorn gliding down to lie next to her husband to nuzzle him lovingly as a small contingent of medical personnel surrounded the pair. Two stretchers were packed out from the medics Cadence had brought as an IV with fluids was administered to the pair, standard aftercare procedure when a mare in heat was involved. 

“Cadence I’m…” Shining began before being shushed to silence.

“It's alright, this is all my fault after all.”

“Cadence no-“

“Yes, it was. Last night as Six was bringing me home I began blabbering about well…you. So I maybe mighta sorta kinda realized the only stallion that could help Six in time was you...”

“Wait… you were going to stud me out?”

“To help a friend! The only stallion I could think of that wouldn’t abandon her was you. We’ve wanted to start a family next time I’m in estrus right? Think of this as us… skipping ahead a little!” Cadence offered with a smile as her gaze rested on the Spartan.

“How was my Shining anyway? He was your first after all. I would be extremely disappointed if he didn’t live up to expectations,” Cadence asked with a smirk as her husband blushed beneath her.

Her question fell on deaf ears however as the light breaths of the sleeping Spartan filled the air, the fatigue forcing her back into a deep sleep with a smile on her lips. Cadence smiled warmly at the sight before looking down at her husband.

“Well I'll ask you the same question as well, so tell me my knight in shining armor. Was she better than me?” The stallion coughed nervously at the question, remaining silent as the pair were lifted—with some difficulty when it came to Six— onto the stretchers.

“Well then,” Cadence's smile became predatory, “I guess we’ll have to change that.”

Shining Armor whimpered slightly, the pain radiating from his broken pelvis and bruised bones returning tenfold as the promise of another night of passion filled his mind. But that story is for another time, for now the most important assignment of Six’s life had been—quite literally— thrust upon her.

The assignment of motherhood. 

And as the pair were flown back down towards civilization, Six smiled in her sleep, hooves unconsciously moving to rub her belly as, deep down, she simply knew that while the journey to come would be full of hardship, at the end of the road, it would all be worth it.