Heat Week…A week of solitude, shared only with one you trust beyond words. Bad things happen when that solitude is interrupted.
Heat Week is the toughest part of a year for mares in Equestria. Twice a year they must engage in total solitude, lest they cause a Stallion to feel Rut. Rut, which is triggered by heat, and completely removes all but the basest of instincts of a Stallion.
Fluttershy finds herself falling into heat early, her hormones out of wack due to medication. Unable to reach out to anypony to cancel her plans, Fluttershy finds herself trapped in her home, alone with somepony she no longer knows…
The sound of a hoof gently rapping at her front door is the single scariest thing Fluttershy can imagine right now. She knows exactly who it is - there’s only one pony that could be here that would knock that softly.
And how could she forget? She had plans today. She had made plans for today about five weeks ago, and had been excitedly preparing for them - until this morning, when she couldn’t remember anything but the description on the pill bottle she had forgotten to read.
” - May cause hormone imbalances leading to moodyness, irritation, upset stomach, or, in severe cases, early heat cycles - “
Fluttershy glances over at the offending pills, staring with pleading eyes as if she could will them away, will herself back into her blissful sleep last night, a full and happy day ahead of her. She’d much rather keep her migraines than deal with this, her worst case scenario unfolding before her.
Rap, Rap, Tap Goes the hoof on the door, one more time. Fluttershy squeaks, unable to stay silent, and presses further back into her bed, burying herself in her blankets. She hopes that their thickness will conceal her scent, her body still beneath them besides the quivering of her feathers and flank.
She hears the slow creaking of the door, and she stills even that.
“Fluttershy? Sweetie? Are you home? We where going to go watch the Appaloosa spring migration!” Mr. Shy half-yells, about as loud as one can expect from him - which isn’t very much of course, but it sounds like booming thunder in Fluttershy’s ears.
Fluttershy does her best to will him out of existence as well, focusing hard on staying quiet and pretending she isn’t here. It feels childish - but what else is there to do? She takes shallow, silent breaths and tries her best not to scream
“Is somecreature in here sick?” Mr. Shy calls again, closed now, inside her dining room. “Something smells…strange.” His voice comes, from the middle of the stairs.
Fluttershy does her best not to whimper, she really does. But her tummy rolls and rumbles inside her abdomen and her marehood winks each time she’s ears her voice.
“Shy? Is that you?” His voice calls from the doorway, the movie of the hinges creaking coming shortly after. His voice is a little deeper, a little more raw.
Fluttershy isn’t sure if her hormones will affect him the way they do other stallions. He seems so gentle, and soft. And they’re related! Surely, he won’t…
“Dear Celestia, you smell edible, Shy…” his voice comes, just outside her measly wall of blankets, dripping want and shaking with desire.
Fluttershy can’t take it anymore. She screams, at the top of her lungs, and she bolts out from under her covers. The blankets stick around her ankles, tripping her out of bed, but the startled look on his face gives her time to right herself and start to rush off again. For just a moment, she moves with so much speed she could easily beat both Applejack and Rainbow Dash at any race -
Then a thick and heavy weight slams into her side, her hooves getting caught in the blanket she was running over. She careens, flaring her wings to try to hold her balance, and slams into her open bedroom door. Her left side flares up with pain as her wing struggles to pull itself against her side, and her vision reels with stars.
Quickly, she’s struggling onto her hooves and rushing for the door - but her father recovers just a little bit quicker. His forehooves meet her shoulders with little grace but plenty of testosterone fueled strength, forcing her front legs to give out. Her wings flare as she’s forced down, and she cries out in pain - it doesn’t stop him, though.
“Oh, Shy, you smell so good…” He growls more than he says, snorting hot air across her enflamed privates. She whimpers, tears rolling down her cheeks, and winks despite herself. “You don’t know what you do to me, Shy.” He says, nose pressed against her now, huffing deeply.
“Daddy, please, don’t…” Fluttershy whimpers, quietly, then cries out as she feels his teeth dig into her flank, just behind her cutie mark.
“You want this! Don’t tell me no!” He half yells, half growls, the loudest and angriest she’s ever heard him in her life. She shrinks further down, raising her tail a little in deep-buried instinct. The smell of his rut is starting to permeate the room, a heady musk that makes her dizzy and wet. “You planned this, didn’t you? You wanted daddy to come help you through your heat, you just needed an excuse to get me here. You did a good job Fluttershy, now Daddy’s going to make it all better…” he trails off, ignoring her whispered pleas to stop, and pressed his tongue against her clit as it winks out of her. She gasps and tries to pull away, but her father’s hooves around her thighs hold her back. He digs them into her skin, and she isn’t sure if it’s because the rut has made him stronger or if this is just how he is in bed. She doesn’t want to know, however.
He licks her sloppily, tasting her more than trying to please her - if she wasn’t in heat, it probably would have hurt considerably. At the moment it just makes her squirm, partially out of discomfort but mostly out of sensation, out of unwanted want and need. “Damn heat, you must’ve known…known the things it does to you, to us….the things it makes good stallions do…” Mr. Shy rambles on as he breathes in more of her scent, holding her tail straight up until her body begins to simply keep it there, holding it up against her will.
Fluttershy is frozen with fear and indecision. She’s terrified of what will happen - is happening - if she continues to stay still, but even more so, she fears the violence Rut might cause her father to do. If she tries to run, he might tackle her on the stairs…
Fluttershy knows she can’t fly while deep in heat like this, especially not after having hit her wing. Can her father fly while in rut? Will he break something, falling down the stairs? What if she kicks him, would that hurt him more than superficially?
Would he hurt her?
She’s snapped out of her panicked train of thought when she feels his weight settle on her back. “No! Please, daddy, please don’t!” Fluttershy yells, trying to take a step forward. The weight forces her down, and her front legs collapse, forcing her front end to the floor again for the second time this morning. Her cheek hits the ground hard, and while her vision swims, she feels his hooves step onto her shoulders.
“Still!” He groans, sounding less like a pony than before, the full throes of his Rut settling into him. He body wants to fuck something - and there’s nothing Shy can do to stop it.
The utter carelessness of it, being stepped on like a rug, being treated like some kind of perverted toy, hits Fluttershy like a train. She begins to sob, loudly crying out over and over again. “No daddy please daddy I don’t want it I don’t want to be pregnant I don’t want this please daddy please don’t, please please please pl-“
She’s cut off by her own shout as he hilts in her on one quick, hard thrust. He bends down and bites her hard on the neck as he does, hard enough to draw blood - not that he notices. “God, you feel so good, your so welcome baby, Daddy’s gonna make the sick go away, fill you up with your own little one, I know you’ve always wanted…” he says, not even hearing her cries.
He fucks her hard and fast and brutal huffing and snorting and drooling down her neck. She shakes and cries and weakly tries to push him ofc with her wings, but his weight is too much for her. She can barely hold it up with her hind legs, much less move even a little.
“Fuck, Shy…” he growls, burying his muzzle in her mane as he buries his cock in her hole. His thrusts become more forceful as his tip begins to flare, pressing hard into all the most sensitive places inside of her. Even as she sobs, small jets squirt out of her with every deep thrust, the pleasure as much an assault as the pain.
She doesn’t cum - far to terrified and tense - but she feels like she’s riding the edge of it the whole time, especially as he thrusts as deep as he can go and holds there, quivering against her hindquarters and he sprays seed against her womb. He groans, twitching hard against her upper wall, cum and slick leaking out of her and down both of their thighs.
He stays pressed against her, hooves digging into her spine and shoulders, hip muscles quivering with effort. She struggles to notice what is going on, brain clouded with hormones and fear and pleasure and pain. She does notice, however, when he starts to thrust again - slowly at first, then faster, then quickly back to as rough as he can. She lies there and takes it, feeling everything and nothing all at once, listing to him grunt and growl, knowing he’s beyond speech now - too far gone into hormones and instincts.
It feels good, and she can’t deny it, her body getting what it craves desperately. She presses her eyes closed tightly, the muscles in her thighs and stomach clenching up as much as they can. It tightens her around his cock, making him thrust even faster. It feels amazing, and she tries to focus on that instead of the pain in her head and the desperate pounding in her heart.
It only works a little, but a little is enough to relax her just enough to cum, shaking and clenching hard on his cock as she squirts around him, forcing cum out onto his balls and up onto her asshole. He groans loudly and begins to flare again, pressing deep into her once more as he tries his best to impregnate her.
He pulls out this time, still flared, and ignores her whimpers as he does so. His forehooves press her onto the ground before they hit the floor themselves, and she rolls onto her side and curls up into as tight a ball as she can. There’s no tears left, so she stares at the wall, trying not to focus on the feeling of her fathers cum leaking out of her with each wink of her sensitive, raw pussy.
He backs up a few steps and climbs into her bed, still beyond the concept of rational thought, and falls asleep near instantly.
Its dark when Fluttershy opens her eyes. At some point she fell asleep - she's not sure when - but its clearly been hours, the sun gone and only slight moonlight filtering through her curtains. Her body aches - Her joints from extended hours on the floor, her wings and shoulders and back from the abuse and falling.
Her ears perk up, flicking towards the stairs - she can hear movement, the soft clicking of hooves on the kitchen tile, some form of mumbled words. Her body shakes and her lip quivers, but she forces herself not to make any noise. The heavy cloud of smell she had woken to that morning had cleared - instead of the oppressive odor of pheromones, Fluttershy can smell damp night air, piss, and semen. It's then that she notices the cold dampness beneath her, and the slimy feeling between her hindlegs. She grimaces, slowly moving to stand up.
It takes her a little while - her joints protest immensely and the floor is slippery with urine, so she moves carefully. Doubly so, as she doesn't want to alert her guest downstairs to her wakefulness.
Guest. Should she say guest? Is he really her guest at the moment? Fluttershy's memories of this morning are hazy but hardly inconclusive - she knows exactly what happened. The specifics are lost in the cloud of her hormone addled brain, but she remembers the feeling of teeth on her throat, of hot breath on her privates, and the sound of things being said to her she desperately wants to forget. He said he was going to...make her heat better. She moves out of the puddle and sits down hesitantly, noticing the lack of sensitivity in her rear end. It’s sore, but hardly "first night of heat" sore. Make her heat better...it seems he succeeded.
Fluttershy attempts to spread her wings. First the right - though sore, it spreads with no problem, back to full movement with only a few stretches. The left bursts into fireworks of pain the moment she tries to separate it from her barrel, and before she can stop herself, she lets out a yelp.
Glass shatters downstairs in the kitchen.
Fluttershy hears a crash, and then she hears nothing but the pounding of blood in her ears, which press back tightly against her head. Adrenaline floods her system, and it’s all she can think -
get out getOUT get out predator run get out run AWAY
She bolts, straight down the stairs and straight through one of the windows next to the front door. The thick panic in her veins is all she can feel, the pounding of her heart still loud in her ears -
She doesn’t hear her father call out, and she doesn’t see the rain drizzling down, and she doesn’t feel the glass as it digs into her skin.
She doesn’t know where she’s running, either. She just knows she can’t stop.
She runs for hours. She has no way of telling how long, but she runs until she can’t run anymore, until the pain and the bruising and the glass splinters suddenly all catch up to her - and she collapses underneath the thick roots of a tree, just as the sun ascends the sky.
It’s evening again by the time she finds her way back to ponyville. Well, the outskirts at least - she’s in the apple orchard, with a farmhouse just down the hill.
It’s Applejack that sees her first - Fluttershy can tell by how fast the farmhouse door swings open, the hinges squealing loud enough Fluttershy can hear it from the hilltop. The farmponies’ hooves dig up little half-moons in the dirt as she runs, which is the part of this scene that Fluttershy notices the most.
I must look pretty bad, with her running so recklessly.
Fluttershy collapses into Applejack the moment the farmpony approaches her. “Fluttershy!” Applejack yells, but she sounds so far away…
Fluttershy hears whispered voices as she comes to, and the soft clicking of a door. She groans softly, a wave of pain settling over her body, and tries to roll onto her side - but stops when she feels a hoof on her shoulder.
“Ah wouldn’t roll over sugarcube, your stomach is the only safe place to lay on right now.” The pony says - the voice is very familiar, but different than what Fluttershy expected. She opens her eyes cautiously, relieved to find the lighting dim. She’s not sure the pounding in her head would’ve let her keep her eyes open otherwise.
Standing beside her is Granny Smith, staring at her with a poorly-hidden look of concern. Beside her on the nightstand is a bowl of soup - squash, Fluttershy would guess from the color - and a glass of water.
Noticing her staring, Granny Smith picks up the glass of water and holds it up to Fluttershy’s mouth. She drinks slowly, but eagerly, and doesn’t stop until the glass is empty. Granny gestures at the soup, but Fluttershy shakes her head.
“What done happened to you, child?” Granny Smith asks, voice low. “You look like you done got stuck in a three-window shed in a hurricane, and I ain’t heard no winds blowin’!” Fluttershy stares down at her well-bandaged hooves, and stays silent.
Granny Smith sighs, and turns towards the door. “I ain’t gonna force it outta ya, but I do think you should think about this. We’re all here for ya. And given those bite marks on yer neck, I think I know what you’ve been through. I’ve been there myself before.” The last part is mumbled, and Fluttershy almost misses it. By the time she looks up, mouth open to ask a question, the door is clicking closed.
Fluttershy stars at that door for a long moment, then lays her head back down.
She has a lot to think about.
By the time Fluttershy hears movement downstairs, she has scooted up the bed, started and then finished her soup, and moved to counting planks that make up Applejack’s bedroom wall. She has a lot she doesn’t want to think about.
The sound of hooves on the stairs makes Fluttershy tense, but she forces herself to believe it’s just one of the Apple’s coming to check on her. That doesn’t stop her from jumping, however, when she hears the door start to swing open.
The squeak that comes out of Fluttershy starts due to surprise but is ultimately due to the pain caused as she attempts to stand up. Applejack looks startled as her face appears on the doorway, but she enters nonetheless.
“Hey Fluttershy, sorry, ah didn’t expect ya to be awake.” She says, gently kicking the door closed behind her. “I’m glad you ate the soup, though, you look like you needed it.” She walks up to the bedside and sits down, her fur shining with a light sheen of sweat.
“I stopped by your place, got all the animals squared away -“ Applejack starts, but is cut off by the loud wail that Fluttershy makes. Applejack’s eyes grow wide like saucers, her ears flinching back against her head. The sound Fluttershy makes seems almost as if she’d been hit, and when she realizes it, she quickly covers her face with a pillow.
Fluttershy says something, muffled by the pillow, and doesn’t see the growing look of concern on Applejack’s face. “Sugarcube, what happened? You’re acting like you saw a ghost or something’, and yer window was all smashed out!”
“Was he…there?” Fluttershy murmurs, pulling the pillow off of her face only just long enough to get out the words. Applejack seemed to be about to say something else, but pauses when she hears the words.
“Who? Nopony was there except your animals, that I saw.” She says, squinting in concentration. “Did Discord do this to you?” She asks, carefully, A barely contained rage simmering behind her voice. Fluttershy let’s the pillow drop, and shakes her head.
“Well, then…who did?”
It’s another week before Fluttershy manages to talk about it. Her friends stop by daily, one at a time, each one letting her know how her animals are doing. Some handle it better than others - Twilight and Pinkie simply treat her as a little sick, not asking any questions. Applejack asks once each time she sees her but drops it when Fluttershy chokes up, and continues to bring her food and take care of her, no hesitation. Rarity begins to tear up each time she looks at Fluttershy, unable to stay very long each time she comes by.
It’s when Rainbow Dash comes by that the dam breaks - literally, in some ways.
Fluttershy doesn’t notice the door open, the flashy colors of the other Pegasus not drawing her eye even a little. She’s too busy throwing up into the toilet to notice much else.
“Fluttershy, uhh…what’s going on?” Rainbow says from the doorway, eyes wide and hoof still hovering in the air where she had used to it to push open the door.
Fluttershy looks up at her childhood friend, her wings shaking at her sides and bile coating her chin, and begins to sob. The noise is so loud that Rainbow Dash immediately startles, her wings flaring up at her sides and banging into the doorframe. She quickly jumps into action however, running across the floor to be at her friends side. Fluttershy turns her body towards Rainbow and immediately curls into her chest, bursting out into sobs as she does so.
"I'm..." Fluttershy starts, heaving out heavy sobs between her words. "P-p-pregnant..."
Rainbow holds her, but stares wide eyed out the window as she does so. She had been in here a few days ago, knowing only that something awful had happened to her friend - She's assumed a timberwolf attack, honestly, that one had broken in through that shattered window and gotten Fluttershy in bed. Would explain her questions of "him" in her home, Rainbow had reasoned.
But this wasn't something she had anticipated at all.
Fighting the distinct urges to both run away from this situation and to rush off and fight some unknown stallion, Rainbow rubs a hoof in weak circles between Fluttershy's wings instead. "I'm here for you, Shy. Anything you need."
Rainbow Dash and Applejack stare at each other across the table.
Both mares are a mess - a destroyed pie tin sits at Applejack’s hooves, it’s undercooked yellow and red contents splattered over her legs. Rainbow Dash has a smear of dried vomit down the side of her chest and wing, and tear stains on her face.
“She’s…what?” Applejack asks, voice high and tight.
“Pregnant.” Rainbow Dash states for the second time, voice devoid of any feeling.
Applejack shakes, her whole body quaking in a way Rainbow had never seen before. She sits down, and neither mare comments on the orangish goop she’s sitting in. Rainbow Dash stares at Applejacks face, and Applejack stares at Rainbows hooves.
“I know who did it. She told me who…raped her.” Rainbow dash says, grabbing one of the dining chairs and slowly climbing into it. She looks down at her hooves, and at the table, and at the running and open oven, and now anywhere but Applejack. Applejack’s jaw falls open.
“Fluttershy says it was an ‘accident’. That he’s a ‘good stallion, really’ and that it’s just her heat, it’s the heat that did it, you see. She can’t blame him. She could never blame him.” Rainbow dash stares out the window now, her teeth clenched. The nothing that was in her eyes before is filled now, a seething rage replacing it. The shock flows out of her and is replaced by a deep, pulsing anger - Applejack and taste it, smell it over the cinnamon apple covering her floor.
“Don’t you know the things it makes good stallions do, Applejack? He couldn’t control himself. It’s not his fault.” She spits on the ground, her teeth clenching shut tight enough they make a sharp grinding noise.
“Celestia be damned, Applejack, and Twilight too. I’m gonna kill him. And Fluttershy can hate me all she wants for it. I’m going to kill Mr. Shy if it’s the last bucking thing I do.”
Fluttershy wakes up in bed, her fur damp and her throat sore. The muscles in her abdomen ache from her wrenching - but, thankfully, her stomach has settled for now. She stares blankly at the ceiling, too asleep to feel things but too awake to fall back asleep.
The door creaks open, and Fluttershy tenses up. Her ears press back against her head and her nostrils flare, and all the panic in the world comes rushing back into her bloodstream.
“Sugarcube, can ah talk to ya?” A familiar voice - not his voice - comes from the door, and Fluttershy forces her muscles to relax.
“Y-yes, Applejack?” She squeaks, sounding more like one of her injured mice than she does like herself.
Applejack steps in, carrying a piece of warm apple pie on one hoof. Her eyes are red and irritated, and her fur looks matted in some places with something that’s dried onto her. Fluttershy briefly wonders if she, also, threw up. Applejack walks up to her bedside in silence, even her hoofsteps muffled by apprehension.
She places the pie on Fluttershy’s nightstand, and sits down on the floor. “Well, y’know…” Applejack starts, then stops again. “The things is…”
She looks around the room as if hunting an exit. Fluttershy stares at her face and sees sweat bead underneath her fur.
“Applebloom was still so little when Ma an’ Pa died. Not old enough to do just about anything alone. So I reccon, y’know…I can help ya, if’n that’s what ya want.” She says, accent strengthened by nerves, words nearly blended into a run-on sentence.
Fluttershy stares at her blankly for a moment, and Applejack gestures towards Fluttershy’s belly. Fluttershy’s eyes widen.
“Rainbow told me, she couldn’t not, y’know?” Applejack says, looking off towards the window. She hears the door slam downstairs, and chooses to ignore it. “We want to help you, Fluttershy.” They lock eyes, and Applejack reaches a hoof out to hold down the blanket as Fluttershy tries to hide under it. “All of us. Ah don’t have to let the other girls know if ya don’t want me to, but I reccon we all want to help. You’re not in this alone, Fluttershy, not now, not ever.”
Tears mix with cinnamon as Fluttershy pulls her into a tight hug, knocking the slice of pie onto the floor. Applejack hums as she holds her, not worried about the mess in the least.
