Stuck in the Heat
A droplet contacted the floor below as her eyes stayed firmly on the board, trying to ignore the uncomfortable reality of the situation as much as possible. Sat around the game were two colts and another fellow filly, none of them being immune to the environment that’s afflicting Ponyville. Dear Celestia, why? Why did Equestria have to go through a heatwave in the middle of the summer? Why did the air conditioning have to - by sheer coincidence - break down earlier that day?
Another massive droplet plopped into the puddle she was making for herself, Button Mash grabbing his water bottle to take another gulp as Rumble’s trembling hooves rolled the dice.
“Phew.” He shuffled his piece up five squares and took a card. “You get yourself caught in a heatwave. Pay one token or go back two spaces.” The colt put down a piece in the center, returning his leg back to its spot as soon as able, covering his belly as best he could. They all knew he was showing. That much was obvious based on Button giving no care with his own. Sweetie took in a careful breath of her own, her shaking hoof picking up the dice and rolling it. Three.
She moved up into a blank space, closing her eyes and praying for this nightmare to end. It was supposed to be a nice sleepover with two colts, to impress them and hopefully get a kiss to win that bet. But no, it had to devolve into this. Directly across from her, Scootaloo coughed, eyes scanning each of them as Button took his turn.
“So, uh, w-what sort of tricks do you like to do? I-In the air, I mean.”
“Flips, sometimes.” Rumble wiped his forehead with the drenched towel next to him, giving the filly a chance to look at what he was hiding. “Hey!”
“W-What?”
“Eyes on the board!”
“T-They don’t need to stay on the board! N-Not like I’ve never seen it before!” Her face turned a slightly heavier shade of red as she returned her vision to the game, picking up the dice and moving. Another card. “You find a bundle of berries stashed in a tree den. Take one token from the middle.”
Rumble kept his eyes flicking between Scootaloo and the board as he grabbed the dice and cast it. He shuffled up two squares, sighing as he was forced back by another three. “Sweetie Belle?”
“Hm?” She reopened her eyes, them crossing over him as her voice hitched on itself. Her eyes lowered along his legs before returning to the board. “O-oH, right. Yeah. The game.” On casting the dice, she got to a space for another card. “You spot a beautiful w-waterfall in the distance glistening in the sunlight. Y-You can keep this card and use it to dispel... going back spaces, then discard it.”
“Need water?” Button hoofed over his bottle, Sweetie setting down the card and chugging. She sighed in relief, her eyes focusing on his stiffy poking from its sheath. It had a droplet of sweat rolling down it, the light of her bedroom shimmering in the liquid. He certainly was bigger than Rumble, that was for certain. She could only imagine wrapping her– “S-Sweetie?”
“Huh?”
“Y-You’re staring.”
“Oh!” She snapped out of it, passing the empty bottle back to him, shaking her head to clear away her impure thoughts. Rarity always told her to think of baby ponies and a gentle forest.
It wasn’t working.
Scootaloo sighed as Button did his turn, moving forward before getting pushed back. “I’m getting some more water.” The colt declared to them, taking the bottle with him, leaving the two fillies and the remaining colt alone.
“Um...” Scoots rubbed her leg. “I-It’s getting pretty late, ya know. Maybe we should turn in.”
“But I’m almost there!” Rumble pointed at his piece on the board before moving his leg back to concealing his member. “Stop making me do that!”
“Button isn’t even trying to hide his! At the very least give me something to look at!”
“FINE!” He threw up his forelegs, Scootaloo’s breaths shallowing as she stared at the dick that twitched, her eyes focused on the light dabbling at the tip. “Happy?!”
“V-Very...”
“UGH!” He covered himself again as Button returned, the colt stopping at the door and taking in the scent. “Hey! It’s not much better next to ground zero! Get in here!”
“S-Sorry!” He quickly trotted over to take his seat, Rumble taking the bottle to drink as Scootaloo did her turn and getting forced back two spaces. On his turn, the colt took the dice and tossed it lazily, getting a–
“Six!” He moved his piece to the end, all four of them sighing a breath of relief. “Finally...”
“I-I’m really sorry about all this...” Sweetie said as Scootaloo got up to roll over the sleeping bag she brought.
“Y-You didn’t know you’d be... you know. And the air conditioning wasn’t your fault.” Button tried providing her a smile, but like the rest of them, he too was tired from the prolonged game to keep it for longer than a few pathetic seconds.
“Yeah... W-Well, at least you get to go home to cool off tomorrow.”
Rumble let out a sigh, getting up to grab his bag, moving it away from Scootaloo’s as she pouted at him. “Come on!”
“The farther away, the less heat we’ll be in.” He unrolled his bag and slumped down on it. Sweetie climbed up into her bed to shove her face into a pillow, her sweaty mane drenching it in an instant. A part of her wanted to crawl under the sheets to suppress her smell, but she knew it was too late. The puddle she had made beneath her during the game was already stinking up the room.
Dumb estrus... “Ready!” Button called out, Sweetie’s horn igniting and switching off the lights. A few grumbles were heard as they each settled in, but none dared make any intelligible words. Her eyes shut for her to settle in for the night, hoping to get to sleep before anything else happened. Her mind raced with naughty thoughts, wanting her to clop one out before bed. But she knew she couldn’t. The smell was bad enough without adding fresh fluid to it and soil her bed even more than it already will be.
Sweetie turned over onto her back, her nose twitching as she fought back against her own mind. It wouldn’t win. It couldn’t win. Minutes passed like hours as she twitched and sweated all over her sheets. Her ears monitored the breathing of the other three as much as they did her own heart, her body slowly drifting off to sleep. It started as a haze, one that forced her eyes to close against their own weight. Next came her muscles relaxing, no longer flickering and bugging her. Next...
Came an uncomfortable feeling deep within her. She knew it couldn’t last, letting out a deep sigh as she sat up and shuffled to the edge of the bed. Nature was calling out for her, and she would respond. Sweetie Belle took her time to get down from the bed without disturbing the other three. Gratefully, they were more clustered around the hoof of her bed rather than toward the door, all except one. She took her time going to the door to exit out into the hall, heading for the washroom and flicking on the light.
It seared her eyes as she stumbled to the toilet and crawled up to have a seat. The fog in her mind barely even registered she left the door open, but as long as nopony came by, she’d have her privacy. After taking care of business, she flushed and washed her hooves, staring at her sweaty self in the mirror. She never was much of an athletic pony like Scootaloo or needed to be fit like Apple Bloom. The frazzled mane of the filly staring back in the mirror reminded her of that dreaded nickname they had for her whenever she got like this: Sweaty Belle.
With another sigh straight from the pits of her lungs, she hopped down from the counter only to come nose-to-nose with a half-asleep colt. “WAH!” He jumped back, rubbing his eyes as she calmed her racing heart. They both rubbed their eyes to spot the other, slowly realizing who they were. “Sweetie Belle?” Rumble asked.
“Had to go.” She grumbled under her breath, taking a weary look back at the toilet before returning her gaze back to him with a light blush. “You here for that too?”
“Yeah, have to do what I need to.” Rumble rubbed the back of his mane, their eyes staying on one another. “And, uh...”
“Yeah...”
“Yeah.”
At that moment, Sweetie felt her lower body whine, her eyes lowering on him to notice his stiffy still sticking out prominently. Her eyes shifted back to his a moment before returning to behind her to the porcelain throne. An idea struck her, a smile forming on her face as she turned back.
“Hey, um, Rumble?”
“Yeah?” He tilted his head, trying to figure out what was so interesting as to warrant a smile.
“I... I think w-we can help each other.”
“I... don’t know if I like where this is going.” He gave her a nervous smile as she stepped forward to grab his hoof and drag him inside the bathroom. With the ignition of her horn, she closed and locked the door, letting out a sigh as she turned and flicked her tail aside. His eyes widened at the sight of her supple white rump, now getting at what she wanted. The pink jewel of her pussy winked before her smell hit his nose stronger than ever, practically making his legs buckle.
“I-I want you to r-rut me as hard as you can.” She jumped her forehooves off the floor to prop herself on the toilet, his eyes still focused on her unrestricted lips. “Got it?”
“W-Wow.” He practically whispered to himself, eyes moving from those soaked folds to her lovely green eyes. Was this love?
“Rumble? You good?” She gave him a smile dripping with nervousness, him shaking his head before it reverberated throughout his entire body. “Oh, um, okay...”
“Wait!” He rushed forward to jump up onto her back, pinning her down as she giggled. His shaft was extending by the moment, and he could feel it dribbling her entrance with his pre-cum. Her heat spurred him to sink what he could inside her, missing on the first thrust. His shaft rubbed right between her little teats, drawing out more giggles from her before he pulled back and tried again. The moment he felt her lips again, he thrust in. Sweetie gasped into the open air, the colt shuddering as his dick sent a thousand signals back to his brain.
She was everything he thought and more. Tight, warm, wet, and wanting. The walls gripped at his dick by merely being inside her, the occasional throb attempting to milk out his pearly essence. “H-Hey, Rumble?”
“Hm?”
“You... g-gonna start?”
“Huh? Oh!” He blushed harder, pulling back to his dick’s extreme pleasure, feeling her walls closing in on where he once was. The head pushed its way back through those muscles, a breath escaping his throat. She was perfect. He could feel her body craving him, wanting him. Every time he pulled back, his cock begged for him to shove right back inside. When he couldn’t handle it anymore, he sped up, focusing entirely on rutting that rump like other creatures do it in the wild. His jerks were powerful yet uncertain, the sensation building within him as fast as he could hump.
Sweetie Belle squeaked on each hard thrust, the rare breath escaping her mouth to produce a light cascade of pants. She shivered at how much her body wanted him. It was even better than her hoof, better than the cucumber she stole from the fridge, and she could feel her inside constrict as...
Wait– Rumble groaned, grabbing onto her and shoving deep inside as a burst of relief sent stars into her eyes. Her mouth opened to exhale a string of light breaths as she felt the warmth spread out within her. The thought she was about to have was erased by that sensation of a heat being quenched. It passed through her spine and shuddered down to the tips of her hooves, making her feel lightheaded as it culminated in her horn to provide a brief tingle.
The colt shivered as his dick pulsed every wave inside her, the rare grunt escaping his mouth as he unloaded his hot spunk deep inside the filly. “Gah.” He forced from his lips a single utterance, another weak wave shooting into her. Sweetie had a few giggles to herself as the sensation faded and her breathing stabilized.
“T-That... w-was great. But, um...” She cleared her throat, looking over her shoulder at the total bliss on Rumble’s face. “W-Wanna keep going?”
“W-Wha...” His eyes refocused, latching onto her vision. Both their smiles picked up as the mutual understanding reached the other. On pulling back his cock, Rumble shuddered at the sensation of her walls caressing him, shoving it back in with as much force as possible. Sweetie faced back to the basin, letting him pick up the speed at his own pace. The faster he went, the more sweat he put out, mixing with hers atop her back and on her rump.
His thrusts into her only picked up speed, his balls slapping her underdeveloped teats. Rumble’s mind fogged over, Sweetie’s not far off from the blissful trance of lust. She shivered as she felt the feeling building inside her core, tightening within her and pushing out competing thoughts. All she knew was that her body craved his, that for these few minutes, she was open to anything, as long as he fulfilled that deep desire.
The shivers settled as the tension grew, pushing, groaning. Her breaths came uneven as it was getting there. Getting to a release. “S-Sweetie B-Belle!” Rumble called to her, wrapping his hooves around her barrel to jerkily thrust into her. In an instant, she let out a squeal before covering her mouth with a hoof. A pulsing deep within her unleashed all the built up anxiety, her body vibrating and clenching down on him. Every time his jerking thrusts pushed apart her walls, she felt another piece of her mind letting go.
A gush of filly cum shot out against his balls to drip to the floor below, his thrusting stopping with a deep groan from him as he hilted deep inside her pussy. She trembled and shuddered from the orgasm that rocked her body, panting out as sweat soaked the toilet seat and the floor beneath where their bodies connected. The extra warmth in her rear didn’t matter in those moments. All that did was that she was fulfilled.
“Fah...” She flung her head to remove the mane from her eyes, taking another few breaths before looking back at him with a grateful grin. “T-Thanks. I-I needed that.”
“No, uh...” He pulled free from her depths, stumbling back until he fell to his rump. “Hehe. I-I still need to pee.”
“I-I’m not gonna stop you.” She hopped her forehooves down from the toilet and approached him, giving a quick kiss to his lips before leaving the bathroom, giggling like she was the luckiest filly in the world.
Sweetie’s muzzle scrunched up as some vague sense of consciousness came over her. She felt wet, and moreover, she felt something weighing her down. She grumbled as the weight shifted along her, something poking at her rear and...
Her eyes shot open as she felt it go into her. It was a dick! But who? Rumble already had his go. Was it... Button? But why? “Shit.” The quiet voice confirmed her thought, his waist moving back to push back inside her pre-lubricated buck-box. How long had she been asleep? Was anypony else awake? The colt shoved himself deep inside her again, letting out a breath of his alongside it.
Her body tensed up as she realized what was going on, her next thoughts being: should she stop it? It did feel nice, and he probably was all pent up from her stinking up the room. It would be– “You’re beautiful, Sweetie.” He crouched over her more, his quiet voice getting closer. “W-Would you...”
He sped up his thrusts. “Buck. I-I can’t.” She frowned. Was this some sort of weird practice? She could feel his breath on the back of her soaked mane, his body colliding into hers at a quiet but steady pace. If there was one thing to be said about him, it was that he was bigger than Rumble. And longer. She could feel his dick slick her cervix with his precious pre-cum, how her walls were stretched to a comfortable point before things got painful. Damn, she should see if he’s open to doing this again. Just in a less creepy way.
But now she thought about it, both Rumble and Button were cute colts. Button’s size was an advantage, but Rumble’s sweetness also enticed her. If only they were the same colt... “I-I...” She heard his voice again, this time sounding on the verge of crying. “I...” What? What was this about? Her breathing was getting less certain as he pounded into her, the feeling of his body against hers adding heat she wasn’t expecting. Her eyes fluttered as she felt that building pressure again.
He didn’t slow down one bit, a constant stream of humps getting shoved into her rear, and with far more power than with Rumble. Her bed creaked from the movement of his waist, Sweetie silently praying nopony would wake up to see or hear them. She didn’t want him getting in trouble. He was a colt who was frustrated, not a bad pony, and she didn’t want to be known as somepony who sleeps around like her sister.
A groan came from him as her eyes widened. She felt his semen shoot up into her, her body shuddering at the release. Shit. Now she remembered what she was concerned about with Rumble.
She wasn’t using any protection.
And was in the middle of her heat.
And now she had the sperm of two colts deep inside her fertile depths.
“I l-lo- like... you.” He forced out, kissing the back of her mane before pulling free from her. She gulped, not sure what to think of this. Did she want to bother with one of those birth control potions? Which of them should she prefer? She heard the colt get down from her bed before pulling the sheets back up on her. Her face didn’t know what to think anymore. Rumble or Button? Button or Rumble? If she went with Button, the sex was going to be great, or so Rarity’s romance novels told. If she went Rumble, Scootaloo would get upset. She practically had both colts wrapped around her hoof after this.
No, she can’t think like this. Too full of cum, too many conflicting feelings. For tonight, she’ll sleep. Tomorrow... she’ll decide if she wants to go with either of them.
And if she wants that potion.
“Last night was great, Sweetie. T-Thanks for having us over.” Rumble grinned at her, standing just outside the door to the boutique. Button kept quiet, flicking his eyes up only briefly to meet hers before adding his voice.
“Y-Yeah. It was, uh, great.”
“No problem!” Sweetie smiled between them, winking at Rumble while Button was busy being an emotional wreck. “We should do this again sometime.”
“With air conditioning.” Scootaloo added from next to Sweetie.
“With air conditioning.” Rumble had a chuckle, reaching out his hoof and shaking both fillies. “I’ll talk to my dad and brother about having it over at my place. Sound good?”
“Sounds great!” Scoots fluttered her wings, lifting her briefly from the ground.
The two fillies waved off the colts as they left for home, Sweetie closing the door and letting out a contented sigh. Last night... that was something else. Without all the hormones running through her, quenched by all the precious cum in her womb, she could think clearly for the first time since the air conditioning broke. They were great colts, but Rumble... he was something special. No wonder Scootaloo had a crush on him.
Speaking of Scootaloo, Sweetie heard a sigh from her bestie before she turned around to see the filly had wandered back into the boutique. “I’ll never get Rumble...” she said at a hardly audible volume, Sweetie Belle walking over to put her foreleg around her friend’s withers.
“Maybe you should ask. He seems like the helpful sort of colt.”
“But I don’t even know if he likes me!” Scootaloo threw up a hoof. “He’s never seemed interested in fillies. Maybe I should give up...”
“Don’t do that!” Sweetie rushed to stand face-to-face with her friend, grabbing her shoulders. “You need to clear your mind. Think about him as a pony, not a colt. How about this: next time we have a sleepover, I’ll help you out if you help me with Button. Maybe we can even invite Tender Taps and Apple Bloom to come along too. I know you’ve got it in you.” Sweetie’s smile grew as she remembered last night how he railed her, how his eyes gazed upon hers. How his smile grew when he saw her this morning.
“Trust me. I know a trick to get him to fall for you as easy as pie.”