There is no greater frustration than wanting to do something and not being able to do it. The fire inside Zipp needed to be satiated with the help of the only stallion that can help her.
Sometimes the heat season for a mare who hasn't been able to find her male can be extremely frustrating. Just imagine having inside your body that fire that won't go away until you finally find your desired stallion. For Zipp, it felt like this. However, things could change when a certain stallion decides to pay her a small visit.
(Well, this has sex so please if you are underage do not read this story, I beg you as a good friend)
And it would be practically indescribable in simple words to describe the divine and wonderful sensation of feeling a single stream of warm water wandering aimlessly over your body and through the lusciousness of your soft and sweaty fur. The pleasurable sensation of receiving a delicious and refreshing shower on one of the hottest weekends heaven has to offer is, in a nutshell, like finally releasing all the accumulated stress and tension your muscles may suffer from an exhausting day at work.
Just close your eyes and let your mane slide down and caress your own neck, just let your soapy hooves slip and crawl accidentally between your hind legs as your groin begins to burn with deep sexual desire and heat, just please, please, just let yourself go and never again complain about what you want to do so badly but can't because of life's simple duties. God, just clean your body, gently press the keratin of your hooves against the pale, sensitive skin that hides behind all that protective fur and, for once, let the only thing your brain can concentrate on is the passion with which you wish to release your withheld heat. The heat by the second only gets stronger, and if you keep trying to ignore it, you will fall like a fruit into the paws of the stallion you desire so much, you will fall surrendered to him and end up letting him manipulate you and use you at his whim and pleasure, you will fall to serve him and his perverse game, something all stallions of his kind do. You will fall, into something far stronger and more shameful than you could ever imagine.
And as the mare's heartbeat seemed to accelerate dangerously with each passing second, her mind could only push aside the constant sound of the shower and let the animal instinct that clung to her like a powerful pincer overpower her without much trouble, forcing her body involuntarily to let her tongue lick the soft, wet corners of her mouth, thus appearing without explanation a slight taste of strawberries that was beginning to drive her crazy.
She could feel her pure intimacy become extremely sensitive to the simple touch of the warm water, swelling the areas that defined her as a mare with an uncontrollable desire and yearning to receive between her nether lips the delicious juiciness, softness and suppleness that only the virile member of a male in full action could offer her. Just thinking about the enjoyment he could give her, just thinking about the desire she wanted him to make her scream with excitement and lust as they tore the bed apart beneath them, just thinking about the things he would do to her in the night, the way his tongue would make her swoon as he performed the first and best cunnilingus of a lifetime, just all those hot thoughts were already bringing her to the peak of her climax, and not even her hooves had begun to give her the pleasure she wanted, the pleasure she desperately needed.
The flush on her white cheeks was present as she was surprised at how truly aroused she was, for the first time that day, even going so far as to feel the soft, luscious, ultra-sensitive nubs that the moist, lubricated lips of her vagina had been transformed into, so sensitive in fact, that it only took the mare sliding her hoof over her skin to make her moan with enormous pleasure. Clearly the need to have that stallion she needed so badly was driving her to extremes she never thought she would dare cross. Extremes that, if left unchecked, could put in extreme danger the image of honorable and imposing princess she was trying to convey to every pony in the reborn Equestria.
But she needed it so badly.
Her back slammed against the wall as her great wings lay symmetrically at her sides, the very excitement of sex in her system causing those same wings to be held out every moment by the blood pressure, all with no chance of them settling back into their original position. The blood coursed even faster through her body as the temperature began to rise and the almost boiling drops of water began to hit directly at the pink line that was kept hidden between the lips of her vagina, now fully exposed and passionately pink thanks to the opening her hooves could not help but create. As a result, this caused the mare to only moan as she added as a new level of pleasure the repetitive rubbing of the hot hooves from before on her area, this time with the only difference that already the need was so great that the sensitivity did not represent any discomfort for her, quite the contrary, she could not enjoy more than she already could, at least not alone.
Zipp just closed her eyes and fiercely tensed the muscles in her curves and hind legs as her thoughts quickly drifted to the one stallion who had made her so hot in the last few months they had been together.
That coat so golden that it could easily be mistaken without a problem for the finest of Zephyrs Heights gold bullion; those eyes, light blue like the sea on a beach where there is very little depth and the sand is as beautiful and crystal clear as you could imagine; those extremely toned muscles that were worked with years of effort and dedication that could carry her without too much effort all over Maretime Bay if he wanted to; that perfect smile that made every mare in Equestria shiver and swoon at the stallion's hooves; and that, that delight that hung all the time from his hind legs was, practically, an endless feast for girls desperate for the beautiful male's love. It wouldn't be easy to look away from someone as distinctive as Hitch Trailblazer, a stallion who, despite sometimes being overly protective and even a bit naive, his good heart and faithful commitment to the law made his flaws practically non-existent as the pony he was.
A true male, juicy, sexy and....
Zipp's breathing seemed to have completely faltered once the mare's horny mind finally savored the delight that was her clit to the touch and as the juices that lubricated her vagina to make it more accessible to the passage of the lucky sheriff's cock trickled out dripping down her wet thighs, warming her hind legs and leaving a slightly stickier mixture of liquid impregnated on her coat than she was used to. But, better had been the sensation once the scent entered her own nostrils, her uncontrollable muzzle sniffing with pleasure at the fresh aroma emitting from her rut. Generally, the scent of the mares was responsible for attracting even the toughest and most sexually closed stallions, but what few knew was that the scent of heat drove the mares themselves even crazier, their desire to mate with the male they craved so much increasing over time until it became the only thought they could generate. She was now more excited than before, she couldn't, she couldn't take it anymore.
Zipp's hooves pounded the wall in frustration as the mare dropped her head once again under the incessant watering of hot water coming from the shower, all because of that feeling of helplessness that had taken hold of her when her arousal had finally fallen to a standstill. No matter how much she stroked her hot, wet pussy and no matter how much she thought about the stud and his member thrusting deep into her intimacy over and over again, she felt useless, stupid for thinking of Hitch Trailblazer as her most desired stud. Zipp allowed herself to reason for a few moments and feel sorry for herself and for all the other mares in Maretime Bay who idolized the sheriff, mares who, surely shared that one thought with her of not being able to receive the sex they so desired.
Sometimes, yes, the need to make love can be pleasurable, and it will always feel that way for those who are willing to enjoy a good and delicious fuck, whether on the beach, in the bedroom, in the kitchen or even in the bathroom. But also, having sexual desire as your main and only thought can undermine your other senses, turn your mind into a zombie craving only pleasure, and cancel you out as the reasonable pony you are supposed to be. It can even put you in danger in everyday situations, simple activities that you do every day without much trouble or effort.
And Zipp, she had already been starting to feel that way for about three days when the first thought came on a hot night at three in the morning.
But, if there was one thing she could be sure of, it was that if she couldn't receive the sheriff or if he wasn't willing to spend enough time with her until the feeling finally went away in about four days, then she would have to pay him a personal visit and let him finally give in to his male instincts and make her his.
She could imagine what it would be like to make love in all the different positions and in all the possible places in the police station. On the desk, in the separate cells, on the shelves, against the criminal record, on top of the beds. Just imagining the mess of overturned papers and how it would take hours to clean the place made the mare even hotter knowing how rough Hitch sometimes got when some careless pony dared to mess up his precious bay.
Zipp thought that maybe it could be a good plan to purposely dirty the bay to get Hitch to arrest her, and when the stallion least expected it, she would grab him by the throat and they would both end up fucking on top of the air conditioner. Or she could also take advantage of the speed of her wings and the cool night dew to travel to the stud's home and then destroy his privacy by entering through his window only to later wake him up in the most passionate way possible. Perhaps she could simply enter the station, slam the doors, shut so that no prying pony would enter, and finally, open her legs just for him to behold of the delicious hot mare he was all these days losing himself. She imagined it, him drooling without producing a single word as the erection grew to unseen speeds, and she, in turn, circling her throbbing, succulent intimacy, dripping all that liquid onto the tiles of the police station yearning to taste Hitch's cock and mouth.
It was such a fucking lustful sight that Zipp ended up once again spilling onto the bathroom tiles her pleasurable and wasted orgasm.
She could do nothing but clench her pussy lips tightly, forcing the last drops of her internal fluid weakly out of her body, thus staining more of the fur between her legs. Her tail, so raised it was up it even ached, not from the tension but from the desire for Hitch to finally come and fuck her until her heat was gone, she just wanted that.
-"Please Hitch, I... I need you so much".
Her eyes began to water as her hooves hit the wall in front of her harder and harder, finally giving in to herself and accepting the fact that Zipp would never get to be with the pony she wanted so badly, the sheriff she loved so much in reality. When a mare comes into heat, her first thought is to put aside her other problems and concentrate solely on the stallion with whom she wants to share her love and passion this season. But, it is not always a random stallion that takes over the mind of a mare in need, but rather, it is a selected stallion that has previously shared a special bond with the mare in question. To Zipp, it embarrassed her to think of the sheriff that way. He was her friend, not her lover or even an object or toy that she was willing to use just to enjoy and satisfy her needs for a while, she knew that and for that very reason she sometimes felt sorry for how pathetic she had become by lusting after her friend in that way. But how to avoid it, how to avoid lusting after a hot stud like Hitch? No matter how good or bad you are, you can't deny that sometimes it's wrong to lust after a pony you like. Zipp knew that.
Zipp watched the position of the sun over the village of Maretime Bay through the bathroom windows for a few seconds before concluding that it had been almost an hour since she had stepped into the shower for the first time that day. It was already even getting dark and one could witness from a distance the street lamps and the lights of the homes dramatically illuminating the landscape on the horizon. Possibly Sunny would be annoyed with her when she discovered the great waste of water the pegasus princess had caused by trying, but failing, to please her needs so she could concentrate more on her life.
Zipp sighed as her hoof slowly reached for the faucet to turn off the shower and exit the bathroom. Perhaps, lying down and trying to sleep for a while might make the time pass even faster.
But... nevertheless, life can sometimes be ironic.
The heat crawled all over her yearning body so fast that even she herself began to question whether in Equestria there would be another mare with such a fiery and relentless as the one that was just now beginning to torture her. Zipp had to hold on, hold on with as much willpower as she could before her aroused mind ended up driving her insane and subsequently dragging her into public indecency once the last of her logical thinking faded and she ended up throwing herself towards the sheriff's paws like the hungry mare of pleasure and lust she had become.
Zipp bit down even harder on the pillow beneath her, miraculously restraining herself from screaming as she felt her orgasm again approaching and splitting her system into two pieces, one in pleasure and enjoyment and the other in frustration and anger at not having finally achieved her goal. Her flushed face completely destroyed the fine white aesthetic to which her divine fur belonged, her light blue eyes rolled back against the roof of her skull as the saliva from her mouth squirted out and stained the extremely expensive textile of her pillow, all in addition to the compromising position she was in could only excite her even more thus imagining Hitch's reaction to seeing her furiously masturbating in front of him. Imagining the way the sheriff would watch her and the way he would be in a hypnotic state not knowing what reaction to choose for the situation at hand, made the princess even more perverted, hornier and even more eager to make love. Surely, she thought, the only thing Hitch could concentrate on at that moment would be how he could only enlarge and caress with his hooves the enormous girth of his cock, which, she would find completely filled with a semen that she would love to claim as hers and hers alone.
The princess's outstretched hind legs quivered in pure satisfaction as the warm fluids dripping gently out of the hot lips of her wet little pussy moved in spurts through her muscles, wetting the protective fur of her skin and bathing both front hooves with that sticky swatch of liquid she so loved to slide around the edges of her swollen breasts. Zipp's back tensed even more as her vagina contracted again from the soft touch of her more skilled hoof and from the way she stroked her clit with fury and desire, this causing the force of her jaw to increase and tear at once at the fragile fabric of the pillow, now allowing saliva to seep into the broken folds of the pillow itself and onto the bed. Although in any case, both the sheets and the pillows had long since emitted the unbridled odor of the unbridled sex and rutting contents of an extremely horny mare and, therefore, a very juicy and easily manipulated mare as well, which for obvious reasons, posed a serious problem.
She swore to herself that tomorrow she would clean her own section of the room.
For some mares, rutting can even be pleasurable and a very effective method of avoiding stress. Just finding the right stallion or pleasuring herself from time to time can release an overwhelming amount of endorphins and oxytocins, two of the most important hormones when it comes to giving or receiving happiness, but above all, pleasure. For Zipp, her heat was starting to become much more obsessive and much more erratic than what usually happened to the average mare.
And it was all her own fault.
To control estrus in younger mares, special pills were created that increased the production of prolactin in the brain, which resulted in increased levels of sadness and a leveling of the amount of oxytocin, thus making the suffocating heat disappear for a few days or even getting rid of the estrus for a whole season. The problem was that in her youth, Zipp might have perhaps exceeded a little more than usual the use of these pills and might have even, perhaps, developed a certain immunity to their effects. Well, we'll help her a little by saying that it wasn't entirely her fault. She watched the mares of Zephyrs Heights lock themselves in their homes waiting for their prince charming to come along, and of course, she couldn't help but be filled with chills at the thought that it might happen to her. Thanks to thoughts and actions like that she could enjoy a beautiful day in her hometown sunshine without drooling over studs who barely had the most basic level of sex appeal.
Mistake, big mistake.
She was a bombshell, and she knew it.
Zipp's back hit the bed as again the pegasus lay with her muzzle pointed directly towards the ceiling of the lighthouse. Her hind legs fully spread open and showing without any shame of her own her soggy, sticky intimacy could only feel warm even though the windows allowed the frigid air to try, but to no avail, to counteract the fire in her vagina and cool her system. But Zipp could only get even more aroused as she felt the soft folds of her vagina contract, kissing her flesh from time to time and allowing a trickle of liquid, a product of her fiery experience, to run down the pink, defined line of her juicy cunt. Most of all, the beautiful view she had of herself as she looked at her own naked body made her proud to be a beautiful girl for the first time in her life.
Zipp was one of those few mares who generally tended to care differently about her personal appearance. You know, no make-up, no hundreds of different brands of mane conditioners, no false eyelashes, no expensive perfumes despite someday becoming a future queen, no, Zipp was a simple mare who just loved to look clean, tidy and exercised. Simple things that, regardless of what the other mares did, for some reason, Zipp's simplicity just made the princess look the most beautiful of all the pegasus. Perhaps, the fact that she didn't need so many products to look absolutely radiant made her a more unique mare, more real so to speak. But just this new sensation she was experiencing right now, which seemed to have certain similarities with the attitudes of the most dedicated ponies to public beauty, intensified as her hooves dragged her defined hips, noticing once again Zipp of how sexy she really looked all the time. She was even sure that more than one stallion had stopped to observe her own flanks.
However, a flirtatious thought popped into her head as she imagined the sheriff's reaction after being caught staring at her smooth ass.
But exactly the question was, why couldn't she forget about him? Why precisely Hitch Trailblazer? Why that specific stallion?
Maybe Zipp hadn't spent much time with other stallions besides Hitch, maybe also the princess's heat had caught her off guard when some thought brushed close to the sheriff, maybe it was even out of just reproductive instinct as she searched for the best candidate to share her love. So many possibilities, and yet none of the aforementioned came close to what she really hoped for.
Zipp once again had to sit on the edge of his bed, his gaze finally remaining lost somewhere in the vast room as the panting in her mouth remained constant and didn't seem to want to cease. Her hoof prevented a trickle of saliva that trailed across her tongue from eventually landing on the mattress, plus, her wings, which were always kept outstretched, were starting to make her too uncomfortable, even to the point where it was starting to hurt every time she lay down.
Literally, she was sure that this was the first and also the worst heat of her entire life.
The mattress sucked, the sweat around her body had soiled her once again, making the shower from earlier nothing more than just a waste of time, and to top it all off, the throbbing of her intimacy was once again starting to become impossible to ignore. Basically, Zipp was exactly as she was when she started pleasuring herself a few hours ago, only now it was worse, infinitely worse.
It was nighttime, it was incredibly late and the urge to make love had become one of the things she craved and needed most in this life and in these moments. Who wouldn't then take advantage of this opportunity and the favorable circumstances to pay her favorite stud a little visit?
Zipp didn't waste even a second as she opened the window and flew out, her mind guided by a lustful thought and almost totally possessed by her animal instinct.
Blessed be the night dew, the silence and the pleasant chill that only a simple summer night can generate, a unique calm that, compared to the day, would easily make any pony who preferred solitude feel identified with the night. Zipp could feel the water droplets starting to seep through her coat, but mainly through her feathers, which were allowed to shine like a rainbow thanks to the reflection of the moon on the crystalline water droplets that ran smoothly over the soft and fine texture of her beautiful and colorful wings, wings that attracted all the stallions and made the most beautiful mares envious. And also, if we talk about the night, we could not fail to mention that characteristic wind that slides and molds in an elegant and natural way even the most battered manes.
There could be so many reasons for Zipp to love the night, maybe it's the calm, maybe it's the way the moon reflects on the sea, maybe it's the way the night nature seems to take over, or maybe it's just Zipp's personal tastes, nothing more than that. Or maybe it's because the night is illuminated by the passion of lovers, illuminated by the love of couples, those same couples who can barely see each other because of work and end up embracing, hoping that when they wake up they can once again witness the glow in the eyes of their boyfriend or girlfriend, their husband or wife.
Cheesy? Maybe it's true. Another love cliché? Maybe.
For Zipp this may have been something silly at first, something that is always said solely to embellish romance stories, something that wasn't even worth reading. But, when you actually look at the world with a different perception and start noticing things you didn't notice before, that's when you'll discover that some clichés, not because they're clichés, have to be bad or wrong.
Zipp loved the night because the night was made to love, to talk without saying words, to give and receive. It is true that the night is enjoyed in solitude, but it is madly enjoyable when it is with someone you love.
And Zipp, that mare would be lying if she said she didn't want to be with that stallion.
She would lie if she said she didn't want to wake up always by his side.
She would lie if she said she didn't love him.
Maybe that's why her heart stopped when she watched the golden stallion's body walk straight towards the lighthouse. It was two o'clock in the morning, literally Zipp's mind collapsed trying to find an answer as to why Hitch was coming from so far away so late in the morning, even more confused the mare found herself noticing how the stallion came accompanied by a saddlebag. But apart from all that, worse for her was that the excitement and her sexual desire intensified as she saw the male she was crazy about heading straight for the doors of her home, causing her body to start sweating once again. Not even the cold of the sky could make her forget about her infernal heat anymore.
However, for some strange reason, the fear inside her was activated, so much so that she instinctively landed far away from the sheriff, only to approach him with extreme stealth and use some bushes as camouflage to start spying on him. Such was the desire to observe him that she completely ignored the fact that some thorns began to prick her skin above her fur and that some leaves were buried in her mane, staining it a little and later dirtying it when the chlorophyll of those same leaves were scattered in each of the thin lines that formed her hair.
Her light blue eyes sparkled with a hint of admiration and love as Hitch gently tapped the door of the lighthouse with his hoof. And that's because from the distance of the bush to the door, Zipp could notice the smile that was all the time present on the sheriff's expression, another detail that fascinated her. Despite his sometimes relaxed, sometimes somewhat overbearing and sometimes a bit naive attitude, he always placed a piece of his heart in every moment, always granting forgiveness to those who deserved it and being someone who, despite being ruled by the law, always showed compassion and love. Hitch was a good sheriff, but above all things, he was a good pony.
-"ZIPP! ARE YOU THERE? I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!"
The stallion's cries came as Hitch, noticing that Zipp was not opening the door perhaps because the princess remained asleep, decided by all means to get his attention. Luckily, the echo of his voice disappeared before even approaching the village, transforming the scream into something fainter than a mere whisper.
However, the pegasus hidden on the bushes barely refused to move, still mesmerized with passion thanks to the magnificent view of the stallion's body.
And so it would have remained all night, until Hitch pulled from his saddlebags some golden keys, the keys that opened the doors of the lighthouse.
Zipp's wing feathers rose in nervousness as the stallion finally entered the lighthouse, her being utterly terrified as a most embarrassing thought crossed her mind. Imagine what she would suffer if Hitch walked up the stairs to the girls' room and observed the mess she would have created with her hot hooves, plus the possibility that he would be mesmerized at the unbridled smell of her wet, lustful female intimacy.
Her cheeks turned the brightest red the eyes of a curious reader had ever seen or imagined.
Faster than the very push of the wind, Zipp took off on her journey as she headed straight for the window through which she had launched herself and taken flight for the first time all night. Her mane became even more disheveled as the oncoming air didn't so much fix her hair as completely destroy it, the hairs finally finding no symmetry with each other, a job of which Discord would surely be more than proud.
The haste and desperation were so great that the princess accidentally hit her right side, near her ribs, when she finally entered through the window. Her eyes were pointed directly at the door handle as the soft creaking of the hinges managed to ruffle the hairs on her spine, all the while she could hear the sheriff's hoovesteps slowly approaching, accompanying the stallion's rhythmic pounding of his hooves.
Zipp flew as fast as she could before the door opened.
-"Zipp, are you...?"
And coincidentally as Hitch's muzzle peeked meekly into the room, the solid wooden plank of the door slammed directly on his face, this forcing the stallion to cover his mouth with a hoof in an attempt to somehow ease the pain.
-"Ouch, that hurt".
-"NO, THERE'S NO ONE HERE!"
The scream across the room was something that took Hitch more by surprise than the actual blow he had received to the face. Without a doubt, the stallion's ears were swiveling every which way endlessly, a reflection of the sheriff's confusion.
-"But Zipp, I can hear you perfectly well".
-"Well, yeah, I don't... you know.... WHY WOULD YOU COME INTO THE ROOM?! WERE YOU TRYING TO BREAK MY PRIVACY?!"
-"What? No. I thought you were asleep so I figured..."
-"THANKS BUT NO THANKS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ANYWAY?!"
-"Well I... what was I doing here? Right, right. Sunny is busy so she asked me to bring you some things to keep you quiet until your problem eases".
With her right ear pressed against the door, Zipp could hear the sheriff's saddlebags fall to the floor, the distinctive sound of the various glass jars clinking against each other making its presence felt. The pegasus could swear she could also hear some plastic bags.
-"I have some pear-shaped, mango-colored, pineapple-flavored apples, some bananas that look like cucumbers but are grapes filled with syrup, some bags of flour, sugar and cheese? I also have several blackberries, a jar full of raspberries and a bunch of spare batteries for the TV remote control". - Hitch carefully mentioned as each of the above mentioned items were held on his hooves before placing himself on the ground to continue with the list.
-"It wasn't very smart of Sunny to let you come here at this hour, alone".
-"Sorry I was late Zipp, it's just that today was tourist day, imagine the mess I had to clean up. Luckily Izzy was with me all day, helping me take care of Sparky, so no problem now. I was thinking of coming early tomorrow morning but, hehe, you know, the law never rests and I have to be at the station first thing". - The sheriff mentioned proudly while his hoof straightened his silver badge.
-"Anyway, can I come in, Zipp?"
- "NOOO, NO AND NO!" - She shouted on the other side of the door as the latch closed it for good.
-"Well, I guess I should be going then..."
-"NO, NO, WAIT A SECOND, I'LL BE RIGHT OUT!"
-"Agghhhh, Zipp, what are you...?"
The sheriff's words finally seemed to die as his eyes lingered on top of the pegasus' body, not because she was flushed but because she looked like a feathered, leggy mess. Zipp quickly closed the door behind her before the sheriff could get the slightest glimpse, she didn't want to risk him discovering her in that state because, even though the stallion knew what a difficult situation the princess was going through, she preferred that he still think of her as an innocent and good friend.
A good friend who wanted to make love to this stallion until finally the Sun was reflected on the horizon.
Zipp crossed her hind legs as she moved slightly away from the sheriff, the fear in her beginning to intensify at the thought that she might break her friendship with the stallion if her primitive mind dared to make any moves out of the ordinary. To the princess's surprise, a few chuckles was all she received from Hitch instead of him noticing how the rut was still taking effect on her more strongly in his presence.
-"Haha, Zipp, you look a little ridiculous, what happened to you?" - The sheriff mentioned as he tried to cover his hooves with his mouth trying not to laugh at Zipp's appearance.
She just looked at him confused.
-"Look at you". - Grabbing one of the jars from the floor and placing it in front of Zipp's face, the pegasus looked through the reflection of the glass at the countless thorns buried in his skin and the mountains of leaves and dirt stains that covered both his mane and the fur around his hooves.
Zipp felt embarrassed, she wanted to look beautiful for Hitch.
-"Seriously, you're a mess. All right, Zipp?"
Why did she think that? She never cared about looking good in front of her friends. Why would she care now?
Beads of sweat began to move across her forehead and between the thighs of her hind legs, obviously excitement itself, embarrassment and nervousness being the sensations that caused her mind to imagine the stallion's wet body in front of her without limits. Zipp unsuspectingly tried to cover her private parts while still blushingly watching Hitch's face, but still, by instinct her tail yearned to rise up and finally be able to expose her "attractive area" so that the sheriff could kiss her and make her his on top of the kitchen counter.
-"Ohhh my..." - Sighing slowly and calmly as the red in her cheeks intensified with each second, Zipp closed her eyes tightly as she could feel the fiery steam rising from her muzzle mark itself on the steel of the glass jar lids on the floor, even in one of them she watched her own reflection and how her tongue stretched to levels she couldn't imagine, the saliva finally dropping to the floor.
Not now, not another heat stroke please. It was the only thought she could generate.
And of course, Hitch's smile faded when he realized what was going on.
-"Well ,Zipp, I think... I think I should be going. I'll take all this stuff to the kitchen and then I'll be on my way". - Backing up a couple of steps as he carefully grabbed all the food he had brought, Hitch made sure not to get too close to Zipp, the state of the pegasus already spoke volumes about how she was really doing. He had doubted before if he would be the right one to come and bring the supplies to the princess, but after this, it would be best if he didn't come again until finally Zipp's zeal was over.
Not much would need to be said about Zipp, she simply placed her hooves against her ears so as to stop listening to the sheriff's voice.
Hitch slightly squealed before walking toward the kitchen away from Zipp's presence.
And yet she, hearing nothing around her, only caused her condition to worsen. Why did it worsen?, because her heartbeat thundered against the eardrums of her ears, instantly making her despair and causing her to wish that her heat would finally end forever.
And there was only one way to end her heat.
Still, she resisted, she was Hitch's friend, she was a respectable mare and, though the itch in her body was almost as unbearable to endure as the worst torture, she promised she would respect her friend, she promised with her life.
But the question was, how to endure? The only way would be if she had some chains.
-"THAT'S IT!" - Her eyes snapping open as an idea, (which to her had logic), flashed through her mind, Zipp finally smiled as she figured out how to solve all her problems at once.
Trotting quickly down the stairs, Zipp noticed how Hitch slowly opened the doors to the lighthouse with the intention of making as little noise as possible so as not to attract the princess's attention, something the stallion utterly failed at when he noticed the pegasus on the stairs watching him.
-"WAIT A MINUTE, HITCH! I NEED A FAVOR FROM YOU!"
Raising Zipp her beautiful white wings, the princess didn't waste even a second as she headed, of course at a speed enviable even to Raimbow Dash herself, towards where Hitch was standing. Hitch's eyes widened in shock as he could feel Zipp's breath on top of his muzzle and as the princess herself closed the distance between them, practically being the sheriff's butt a few inches away from crashing into the door and his chest only inches away from brushing against her outstretched wings.
-"What... what do you need, Zipp?" - Mentioning with a small stutter in his voice, Hitch found himself even more nervous as Zipp's hooves pressed against his shoulders, some of the pegasus' weight falling on him.
Zipp in fact was about to speak when he unconsciously noted how close she was to the stallion, it would practically be so easy to kiss him that he would have no way of resisting when the princess's hooves pressed him against the door.
-"I... I was going to ask you to please... I was going to ask you to... I was going to..."
Gritting her teeth and swallowing a pinch of saliva, Zipp focused once more on her true objective, and reluctantly against herself, she broke away from the sheriff, granting Hitch some space so that the male would not continue to act so timid and nervous in her presence, just as she was doing at the moment.
-"Hitch... I need a favor. It's... it's important."
Looking away, occasionally scratching her paw with her hoof as she blushed and stammered under her breath, Zipp, for the millionth time that night, began to sweat and pant... nervous about the reaction he would have when he found out what she wanted to ask of him.
Hitch's silence at least meant to Zipp that he was okay with whatever she proposed, as long as it had no explicit implications.
So, mustering what courage she had left, Zipp closed her eyes, held her breath and sat on the ground, extending both front hooves and forcing her wings to stick against her back as her lips pressed together to speak a single sentence.
-"Hitch, I need you to arrest me".
And that was something even Hitch didn't see coming.
