First Heat
First Heat
“Turn to page 166 in your history book and start reading at the third paragraph down! I expect outlines!”
Mr. Hawkeye smiled at the sound of rapidly flipping pages and scribbling pencils. His students were always attentive and eager to learn. Satisfied with the silence, he resumed checking off the children’s permission slips for their upcoming trip to the local Air & Space Museum. It was the biggest trip the school hosted. A two day embarkation through the sights and sounds of Equestrias’ aeronautics history and delved into much of the Pegasi race and culture as well. His ears caught whispering, swiveling forwards towards the source. He glanced up from his desk.
“Is there a problem?” he said gruffly, voice piercing the silence like a knife. The first four rows all turned to look where his gaze fell.
The filly he was glaring at picked her head off the desk, pencil hanging limply from her mouth. She flipped the fiery red hair out of her light blue face.
“Nah. Everything’s cool. Just uh…thinking of a title for the essay.”
“Outline,” replied Mr. Hawkeye flatly.
“Gotcha,” she said, scribbling immediately.
Mr. Hawkeye snorted. Ever since the first day of class this one filly had done nothing but give him trouble. Carefree, aloof, hotheaded, brash and never interested in her studies. She wasn’t disruptive in the sense of being bad for the sake of it but whatever she said or did quickly became the center of attention. Many things factored into it. Her striking blue coat, the long, unruly rainbow mane and tail and constantly cracking voice wasn’t exactly easy to ignore compared to the rest of the rather plain Pegasi in the class. A transfer was out of the question. The filly was a child prodigy concerning athletics and had spent the last three years receiving specialized coaching from top Pegasus mentors. As such there was not much time dedicated to her academics.
Regarding that, she was also about three years older than her classmates.
“Who cares about Commander Hurricane? he’s been dead forever,” muttered Rainbow Dash under her breath. This was the second time she was writing about this stallion. So what if he fended off some stupid monster that was ages ago. Big deal if he helped found Equestria.
Dash stared out the window. It was such a nice day out. If only she could just do a few laps maybe she’d feel better. This whole week was just cruddy. Every day she was stuck in this classroom with these stuck up jerks and writing about nothing. She shifted in her too-all seat. These desks sucked.
“You’re gonna faaaiiil,” taunted a quiet voice.
Cocking her head, she glanced at the sneering filly seated from behind.
“Hey, Squeaky Clean, your eye looks better,” said Dash coolly.
She turned her head facing front, hearing the hushed snickering behind her. It had been three weeks since she decked that snooty Pegasus for harassing her after class. The fiasco had cemented her position as a pony not to be messed with. No bullies of any kind dared taunt her outside the building. Thanks to her scholarships and reputation as a top athlete she had not been expelled from the prestigious school. Although, despite consistently skating on thin ice, there was never any pressure from her peers.
Just the strange, distracting pressure from within.
“What’s the matter? Got to go to the little fillies’ room again?” came the half-hearted insult over her shoulder. Dash ignored her. Concentrating on anything but herself was becoming difficult. She had already asked to go for some water at the fountain twice but still found no relief. The class room was well-ventilated but she was still too hot. Dash squirmed in her seat. Everything felt strange. Something was wrong.
“Hey Mr. Hawkeye!” Dash raised her right wing. “Can I go-“
“Miss Rainbow you have already used up both of your hall privileges for the morning. You will not be strolling to the water fountain for a third time,” said her teacher flatly, staring unapologetically from his desk. The rest of the class stopped working to watch the two conversing.
“Yeah, no, not that. Can I go to the nurse?”
“The nurse?” he raised a suspicious eyebrow.
“Yeah I’m not feelin’ too hot. Well actually I feel really hot. So can I go?”
He scoffed, clearly unsympathetic. The blue filly was always pulling stunts like this. Taking advantage of the rules to goof off in between classes when she should be learning. When it came to invoking a visit to the nurse, there was next to nothing that he could do about it. The gangly blue filly continued shifting in her too-small seat.
“Fine. You may go,” he said acidly.
Rainbow Dash wiped her forehead and made for the door. Mr. Hawkeye found himself momentarily distracted by her rainbow tail whipping around her tight skirt. He furrowed his brow.
“Be sure to return with a slip from the nurse!” he growled.
“Whatever,” Rainbow Dash disappeared out the door.
Mr. Hawkeye felt an angry blush on his cheeks. That filly just always seemed to get under his coat. He sighed and made a mental note to speak to the principal about enforcing the dress code as well. She was a growing filly in just a too small uniform. Adjusting his glasses, he returned attention to his class.
“Pick up your pencils and back to work!”
***
Freedom! Even for a short while every second outside of that room was pure bliss. Every fiber of her being demanded that she take flight out the nearest window and into the sunny blue skies. The increasingly uncomfortable tingling sensations snaking throughout her sweaty body grounded her back to her request to visit the nurses office. She took pause near the water fountain by the bathroom, drinking some fresh water. Dash grabbed at her collar, practically panting. The stupid uniform did nothing to help her feel any cooler. Hoping to feel some relief she flapped her wings in an attempt to move some fresh air down her flanks as she trotted down to the nurses office.
“Well, well, well. What’s this weeks’ ailment, Rainbow Dash?”
The school nurse fluttered up from her chair and landed in front of the filly. She swished her springy coil of auburn hair away from her face, ice-blur eyes peering over her repeat patient with intense scrutiny.
“I’m sick,” said Rainbow Dash taking a seat on the plush bench near the nurses’ desk. “For real this time.”
“Of course you are,” sighed the nurse, already reaching for her equipment. “Open your mouth for me.”
Rainbow Dash obliged, the Nurse sticking a flashlight at her jaw and looking around for any signs of redness.
“It not my throat,” she said plainly. The nurse hushed her and continued searching, packing it away when she was satisfied. The thermometer was next. Rainbow squirmed and complained, but after half a minute the tool was already out of her mouth.
“Ninety-nine point three. You look fine to me Missy; if a little warm,” she said, putting away her medical instruments. She opened her logbook to todays date.
“Why’re you talking like that?” asked Rainbow Dash.
“Like what?”
“Like all weird.”
“I have a stuffed nose. I’m sick.”
“Aren’t you a nurse? Why don’t you take a magic potion and unstuff it?”
“Using magic to instantly heal a minor ailment is completely unnecessary,” she scowled derisively, wiping her snout with a tissue. “Something like my stuffy nose doesn’t warrant anything but waiting for my body to naturally heal itself.”
“That’s dumb.”
Nurse glared at her.
“Return to your classroom, Missy.”
“I can’t. I’m sick and I don’t feel right,” groaned Rainbow Dash.
“Been outside working up a sweat have we?”
“No.”
“That’s what the janitor caught you doing last time,” noted the nurse with a wry smile, flipping through her pages faster.
“Last time yeah. I’m serious this time!”
“Right now I’m filing away my logs for the past month. I don’t have time for this.”
“I wanna go home,” complained Dash, stamping her hoof on the tile.
Nurse slammed her book shut. “You know what? I’m not dealing with you right now. I am marching up to the principals’ office and I am going to have a word with him about you. Stay right where you are until I get back!”
“But-“
“Lay on the bench if you like. Last bit of comfort you get before your parents get wind of this…tired, sick, can’t get any work done…”muttered the Nurse as she exited her office. The door swung open and stayed that way.
Rainbow Dash whined softly, flopping onto the plush cushion. Here in the cramped office it was even warmer than usual. Every bead of sweat was compounding on her coat, rolling off onto the cushions. She was feeling hotter by the second. Dash opened her mouth to start panting. If only she was out of school she would take off this tight uniform. Fly around. Get some fresh air.
Rainbow jumped off the cushion and started pacing around the room. Her head was swimming, the air from the ventilation doing nothing to help cool her down and only making things more uncomfortable. She licked her dry lips. Panting was making her mouth dry. There was no reason to go to the water fountain. Wouldn’t help. The heat was traveling through her to a specific point in her body. She felt sweaty…back there, wet, almost itchy. Lashing her tail served to give her little relief from the feeling. Curiously she squeezed her hind legs together.
“AH! HAH! HAAAaaah!” a shiver of pleasure snaked up her spine. Dash parted her legs and gasped. That felt good. That felt really good. Was it supposed to feel like this? It never had before. The door was wide open. Should she shut it? Not even deciding to mull on it she reflexively repeated the action and moaned aloud, bowing to the carpet at how intense the feeling was. The floor squeaked from her horseshoes as she spread her legs, wiggling her backside and flexing her haunches together. Overwhelmed with these arousing sensations, Rainbow Dashs’ mind blanked.
***
“Just my damned luck that annoying filly has to come into my office today of all days and muss up my work. They don’t pay me enough for this.”
The nurse marched down the hall muttering to herself as she rounded the corner to the principals’ office. The school enforced a strict no-fly policy while inside the building and it applied to every Pegasus that set foot inside. Having the faculty given rights to flutter around freely while the students remained grounded was unfair and brewed resentment amongst the children. Having wings was the one locomotive guarantee the older mare counted on after developing arthritis in her forelegs. Her office was too small to flitter about anyway.
“Do you have an appointment with Mr. Shooter?” drawled the pretty snow white unicorn sitting in the lobby behind her desk. Handling paperwork in the sky was no easy feat for Pegasi and most unicorns made a living doing documentation in Pegasi cities. A simple cloudwalking spell was all it took. As of right now most of her attention was zeroed in on the lock of platinum blonde hair she was playing with. The nurse ignored her question and barged through the door to the Principals office.
“Wingbeat! Knock first please! You could have been interrupting a very important meeting!”
The Principal landed on his desk, his horn flashing the magical wings on his back, flustered from being caught in the air. Reaching a royal blue hoof he straightened his bright gold silk necktie and coughed. The nurse stared daggers at up him.
“Working hard?” she said bitterly.
“Just flying around to keep the wings in check,” blustered Mr. Shooter. “What is the meaning of your interruption?”
“Your star pupil is sick,” Wingbeat responded, rolling her eyes. “Filly wants to go home…again.”
“Rainbow Dash,” groaned the stallion. He was acutely aware that taking in the young mare was going to be an issue. Due to her incredible talents in speed and athletic accomplishments she had taken a few years away from schooling to develop those skills. Groomed by top coaches, she was already a star on the racing squad and had consistently won medals and awards during her relatively short time here. Academically speaking, she showed little interest in her studies. Slacking off and skipping classes were constant concerns.
“Fourth…fifth time this month, Shooter. This is the last straw! Can’t get any work done with her barging into my office demanding to go home because she’s bored.”
Straight Shooter hopped off his desk and sighed, looking weary.
“Okay okay. What would you like me to do?” he said loudly, clearing his deep voice.
Wingbeat shrugged. “Talk to her. Talk to her parents? Have some initiative here! It’s getting ridiculous.”
“I see…all right then. I’ll go and have a chat with Miss Rainbow, and if I can’t sort her out, then I shall simply arrange a private conference with her parents.” he tapped his chin, ice blue eyes scanning over face. “Are you ill? You sound odd.”
“I’m congested,” she said flatly.
“How about you take a brewed potion and relieve your sinuses?”
Wingbeat glared hard at him. “Taking a brewed potion in lieu of waiting out my ailment is-“
“SHOOTER! MR. SHOOTER!”
The secretary barged into the room panting and sweating, pretty golden locks a wild mess across her forehead. Shooter frowned, rushing over to her.
“What is the meaning of this?!” he barked.
“There’s a…situation…one of the fillies…ran in here…didn’t believe…what she said,” she gulped some air. “Follow me! Hurry!”
***
“C’mon, Useless, quit your worrying. Mr. Strider is always late to his class we’re not gonna get in trouble.”
“Last time we had just got in when he showed up. I don’t need detentions. And stop calling me that, Shear, I’m good at stuff!”
“Not good enough to get a cutie mark.”
Ulysses Stormfront extended a dark maroon wing and jabbed his friend in the side with it. The routine teasing he got from Wind Shear was always in jest. Laughing loudly, his friend jumped away from the swipe.
“I’m not jealous of the three walnuts on your flank.”
Wind Shear ruffled his feathers. “I told you it means I’m going to be an electrician. It’s ball light-“
“Walnuts.”
“Yeah whatever. So do you wanna take some home?”
“Dude, you didn’t really bring them to school, right?”
Ulysses swiveled his head around the hall, then leaned over to Wind Shear.
“If you get caught we’re dead!”
Shear laughed. “Stop being such a worrywart! You wanted proof, so here ,take a look in my pack. I brought like, half of them.” He rounded the corner and stopped by the water fountain, coolly opening his pack and whipping out a Novembers copy of Playpony.
It was the Wonderbolts edition.
“Get a load of her!” he pointed to a banana yellow mare leaning against a marble Jacuzzi, her legs spread and her half lidded eyelids shadowing beautiful smoky orange eyes. “She’s like the youngest team member right now. Practically a filly still! Youngest ever! Hot right?”
“Uh-huh…hey can we slip into the bathroom or something instead of out here…”
“Heck no! It stinks worse than a dirty griffon in there! Stop being such a baby.”
“Alright alright…”
They flipped through the book rapidly, Wind Shear commenting on particularly sexy mares or other athletes in group shots who don’t get their own bio page. He kept popping his head up to check for other students wandering the halls.
With the dirty magazines’ contents just about read , Shear went to swap a new edition when a moan sounded further down the hall.
“Don’t drop it in the water Useless!” Shear grabbed at the magazine where his startled friend had nearly let it fall into a pool of water.
“What was that noise?” asked Ulysses, wings flared in shock. “You heard that right? It came from the nurses office.”
Shear sighed. “It was nothing, you wussbag, calm down. Probably some dumb foal that sprained his wing.”
The noise repeated itself, both young colts peered down the hall at the nurses’ wide open door. They glanced at each other.
“Doesn’t sound like a he,” muttered Ulysses. They trotted down to the hall quietly as possible, Shear sniffed, smelling something sweet in the air. A few final hoofsteps and they were at the doorway.
“Whoa,” they gaped in unison. There was that filly, the older one, Rainbow Dash, that was always winning races for the school. She was bent over with her face sticking to the floor. Her ass was raised up high in the air, rainbow tail flicking from side to side. Her haunches were spread, exposing her private parts to them.
Wind Shear backed away from the door.
“Dude we should split. Now.”
Ulysses blinked.
“Wait what? Why?”
“What do you mean why? Look at her!” Shear pointed at Rainbow Dash, who turned her head and regarded him with half lidded eyes. “She’s all….you know! We could get in some serious trouble here or something!”
Rainbow whined and bucked her hips backward at them. She was closer to him now; he could practically feel the heat from her pussy on his chest. Ulysses stared transfixed at the filly. He tore his gaze away and scowled at his retreating friend.
“After all that garbage you told me you’re just gonna…wimp out? I thought you were an expert in girls remember? Heck we were just looking at your magazines a minute ago!”
“Dude,” said his friend quietly, “dude this isn’t the same thing as a bunch of pictures. There’s no way I’m going to do anything to her and there’s no way that you’re thinking about…you aren’t really thinking about…?”
Another low moan escaped Rainbows lips and she inched even closer to him. His hoof reached up and rested on her right flank. Though her coat was soft, he could feel the tense muscle underneath. She was so close now, her scent was everywhere and he felt enraptured by its sweetness. He felt his member stiffening beneath him.
“Hello? Useless? Anyone home in there?
Wind Shears’ voice didn’t carry any more weight. He was here. She was here. Rainbow glanced back at him, mane slick with perspiration, her rosy eyes filled with lust. Ulysses put his other hoof on her flank and jumped up.
***
“Get the lead out Shooter! No running in the halls is a rule for students and this is an emergency!”
Shooter snorted in response to his secretary and picked up the pace. He strived to follow all the rules he put down himself to a T. Harrowed by his secretary, he rounded the corner in a gallop behind her. The Nurse trotted briskly behind, wheezing and clearly out of breath. Whatever the “emergency” it was , it was likely blown way out of proportion. The last emergency was a juvenile cockatrice that had flown up to the school. Shooter had personally dispatched the creature with his brave use of a blindfold and sturdy cardboard box.
“We’ll be there soon enough,” he said. Shooter turned to his secretary. “So where are we headed?”
“Nurses office,” she replied. “It’s bad.”
“How bad?” he asked, rounding the corner. The trio spotted a small crowd of ponies down the hall. Squinting down the hall didn’t help. Was it a fight? He broke into a trot as he drew near and gasped.
***
In the middle of the ring of ponies was said star pupil Rainbow Dash being fucked by one of the students. He was plunging in and out of her rapidly and staring straight ahead, eyes open and glazed over. Rainbow was cooing and squeaking happily beneath. Both of her wings skirted the slick floor, feathertips grazing the tiling as her wings spasmed with every thrust. There was a loud smacking noise as he drove into her over and over again, slamming into her hilt. Rainbow Dash gave a loud satisfied moan, her wings trembling at another orgasm building over her last. She licked at the drool around her lips and gasped, eye rolling up the back of her head. The young colt mounted on top her grunted. His own head lolled back in the ecstasy of her release.
Shooter watched the young colt slam into the filly one final time and seize up.
“NO!” the principal came to his senses and his horn flared to life. His magic grabbed the colt and pulled him out of Rainbow Dash. He was still cumming hard, thick ropes of his jizz spurting into the colorful hair of Dashs’ tail, her skirt, a strand of it even hitting as far up to her mane. Orgasm finally over, his member began to wilt and he, finally, began returning to his current reality.
“Uh…am I in trouble?” he squeaked out.
“Trouble? TROUBLE!?” Shooter pinned the offending student to the wall. “I SHOULD HAVE YOUR WINGS BOUND AND YOU THROWN TO THE GROUND FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE!”
“Shooter! This is not proper protocol!” The furious Principal turned to his secretary. “Chime! Teleport over to the Canterlot archives and bring back the head unicorn. We’ll need her help for this.”
The frazzled secretary disappeared in a flash of yellow light. The crowd of spectating students slowly began backing away. Casting a magical barrier containing them in the hallway ensured there would be none of them slipping through to tell.
A double flash of light erupted near him. Chime had returned with the head court unicorn; a stout little light green mare with a shock of wavy dark brown hair that rested on her head like a wet mop. Crystal was her name, and she was one of the most gifted unicorns working in Canterlot. Being so privileged resulted in a very impatient attitude over the years. Her tongue was as sharp as her intellect.
Pleased was not an appropriate way to describe the expression on her face.
“What the FUCK is going on?”
Shooter winced at the harsh language. “We’ve had a situation.”
“No shit, Shooter. I was right in the middle of some very important research when this bimbo,” she gestured to the cowering secretary, “landed right on top of my desk. What a travesty. Now, tell me what’s so fucking important.”
Over the next five minutes the Principal and school nurse offered as much detail onto the situation as they could offer. Who the filly was; the colt, the circumstances of her age and the events that immediately transpired before this incident took place.
Satisfied with the run- down ,the portly unicorn wheeled on the Nurse.
“I’m led to believe this whole stupid affair could have been avoided if you hadn’t gone to work with a stuffy nose. The stink of a filly in heat isn’t exactly subtle.”
“I work for a living. Not laze around when I catch a cold,” retorted the Nurse.
“So take a fucking potion to fix your sinuses,” spat Crystal.
“How about I brew a potion and shove it up your-“
“PLEASE!” interrupted Shooter. “Let’s focus on the problem at hand. Potentially, we’re dealing with the scandal of the century. I am not losing my school over this!”
The two fuming mares glared at each other. Crystal tore away and asked Shooter in very unpolite terms what he wanted her to do.
“How about you do something with Rainbow Dash here,” he pointed , her ass still raised up high and leaking semen. “Has she been…” he winced, “impregnated?”
“Shooter, that’s a virile young colt over there who just blew his load into a fertile young filly in the throes of her very first heat. The odds of her not being pregnant are all in all impossible. That sperm got in there and got her good.”
The Principal groaned. He could just see it now. Him sitting in high court in the Defendants’ chair. The speedster teenaged filly sitting in the chair, belly bulging under her coat with an expectant baby foal, her eyes puffy from crying in front of the jury, bawling about her life, her future, ruined by something she couldn’t control and couldn’t prevent at his fault. Everything was ruined. Everything was going to fall apart.
“There, all done.”
Shooter blinked back to reality. “What? What’s done?” The pudgy unicorn was removing her horn away from Rainbows belly, the glow of her magic fading.
“Sterilized everything in there. Do it all the time for my lab shit. No chance of pregnancy now,” she grinned, looking very smug.
“Really? Really!?” He was floored. Things may not turn out so bad after all. “Perfect! Oh, joy, we’ll untangle this mess soon enough!”
Thinking fast, he gestured to the little crowd of spectating students huddled by the barrier. “I need you to perform a…what’s the level. A two. A class two memory wipe on these kids here, second lowest one. Last half-hour.”
“Fine.” Crystal’s magic surrounded the students. Their eyes glowed a bright green as the events that conspired just now disappeared from their happy little heads. As an added measure, she cast a secondary spell that put them asleep for the next several minutes.
“Perfect. Now, about Rainbow Dash here. Could you do the same?”
Crystal and Shooter both glanced at the filly. The nurse was trying to get her to sit down to no avail. She still had her ass in the air, vagina winking at them, flicking her tail around. Despite all his knowledge of the situation it was a very sexual sight to behold. Shooter sat down on his haunches and pressed his forelegs together. An erection was the last thing he needed right now.
“We’ll have to clean her up real fucking good. I don’t know what you’re going to tell her parents.”
He snorted. “We’re not telling them nothing. Nopony is.”
“Total cover up, huh genius? This is a fairly traumatic event for the mare. Removing what happened to her is only a temporary measure. I can do that, but everything is recorded in her subconscious. There’s no working with that.”
“Explain, please,” asked Shooter.
“Well, for starters, if the filly ever happens to have sex again with a colt it might just start triggering memories,” began Crystal. “She’ll start having half remembered dreams, possible visit a therapist and BOOM!” The mare clapped her hooves together. “The whole fucking event comes rushing back at her like a freight train.”
“Ugh. Why did this have to happen?” he moaned, burying his face in his hooves. An idea struck him.
“Wait. If you change her…preferences then isn’t that a guarantee that she won’t ever remember? It’s safer too!” he offered.
Crystal raised an eyebrow.
“Are you serious?”
“Completely.”
“What if some deadbeat stallion decides to rape her or something?”
“I doubt that’ll ever happen.”
“Gee, I could have sworn it just did ,Shooter.”
Groaning again, he turned to the young mare in heat. The nurse had lowered her backside level to the floor and was beginning to clean her tail and flanks with a damp washcloth.
He turned back to Crystal. “You and I both know it’s the best course of action. I know you can do it. I’ve read your articles in the science and magic section.”
“So what then?”
They surveyed the scene. The crowd and offending colt that had done the deed were snoozing against the hallway wall. Rainbow Dash was yawning and seemed to finally be coming off her heat haze. The future of his school rided on his decision. Weighing his other options he turned to Crystal and whinnied his final confirmation.
“Do it.”