Heat Season: Part 1
Springtime in Equestria. Winter is gone, the sun is out and shining, and everyone is glowing from the warm temperatures, light breezes, and the end of all the damn snow all over everything. However, there's something else that comes with springtime, something that you either look forward to or hate, but no one in the world has the ability to be nonchalant about.
"Heat season?"
"Heat season!"
Derpy sounded adorably enthusiastic as she said that. Over the past week and a half we'd had plenty of time to have more fun together and to talk about why our first encounter had gone the way it did. She'd eventually admitted to me that she'd always had a fantasy about the whole predator-prey dynamic, even sometimes imagining herself being hunted down and eaten whole by some huge predator like a dragon or ursa major when she was really horny. When I described to her what I wanted that time, I hadn't realized I was playing to one of her darkest fantasies in a way.
Experimenting together had shown her sensation had drastically decreased after what I did, but that extended use of my fingers and the use of other erogenous zones would still let her have some fun whenever we got together. If I combined this with a dramatic retelling of the removal of her clitoris, she'd eventually reach a climax that was nowhere near as strong as her old ones but still left her with a warm glow afterward.
I told her stories about my previous encounters, and while she was quick to admonish me for the way I'd basically victimized ponies to feed myself, she was also surprisingly quick to allow her fetish to move her past that and beg me for more stories.
After having gone through my honestly short list of stories multiple times, she surprised me again by coming to me for help with the start of heat season, which I'd expected to be helping her with since our difference of species meant I could fulfill her biological instinct without risk of pregnancy, and we hardly needed the excuse by this point anyway. The surprise came when she suggested that rather than trying to capitalize on estrus time alone like I had in previous years, we should do it together.
"Wait, you want to help me? You're okay with being an accomplice?" I'm pretty sure my right eyebrow was high enough to make my face look lopsided.
"Well...what if I was the one who picked our...'targets'?" She taps her hooves together nervously as she says it, clearly not sure if I'll go for it.
"You have particular ponies in mind?"
"You know how some of the ponies who live around here have treated me in the past..." She tapers off for a moment before taking a breath and continuing. "What I was thinking is we offer them a solution to heat season through you, since you can't get ponies pregnant, and then you can take a little snack and I can - you know - watch."
She says the last few words almost at a whisper with a deep red visible through the grey fur on her cheeks. I didn't expect she'd have a little bit of a mean streak, but she did suggest that we offer the victims relief from their heat symptoms before doing the taking, so it's not entirely cruel. The more I think about it, I honestly can't think of a reason not to let her help me out here. It feels kind of exciting to think we'll be doing this as a team.
"Alright, I'm game. Who are our first customers?" I get up and lead her to the door as I ask her, eager to get started now that it's about to hit midday and the spring sun driven mating craze will be at its peak.
I'm a little surprised as she hops up, swoops through the hallway with a brief flap of her wings and runs out the door with a cute little bounce in her step. "Follow me!"
That was how we encountered Quick Harvest, an Earth Pony mare deep in the throes of seasonally forced lust and quite willing to accept Derpy's offer. My friend told me later that she initially dismissed her out of hand, and she had to explain herself over again before the somewhat testy mare actually paid any attention to her. Her name might have been offensively coincidental - considering our mission - but Derpy's description of her behavior eliminated any chance of sympathy from me.
They came out of town to the copse of trees on the edge of her farm that I'd picked out at a brisk trot, Derpy flapping idly after her with a shit-eating grin on her face. I was careful to keep my own face pleasant but otherwise unreadable so we didn't tip her off that something funny was going on.
To say our interaction was brusque would be an understatement. I got her name and what passed for a thank you before she just threw her tail up over her rump and stared back at me with something between desperation and exasperation in her eyes. The sight of her plump cunt dripping with pungent fluid got me hard in no time at all, and as I mounted her she just dropped her head, closed her eyes, and groaned deeply as I pushed myself inside, shaking a little in fairly clear relief.
The noises she made as soon as I started thrusting made it fairly obvious she wasn't going to last very long. As much as it wasn't exactly a point of pride, I wasn't going to either thanks to the anticipation of what was coming next, so that was a plus for both of us.
I reduced that even further for her by reaching one of my longer forelegs back, retracting my curved claws, and tweaking and rubbing her swollen clit with my fingers. Her soft moans started to be interspersed with squeaks at the additional unexpected stimulation, which of course perfectly covered up any odd sensation she might have felt as my trust zebra magic coursed into her body, readying the appendage I was currently playing with for its last journey.
It only took a few more minutes of this before she let out a loud cry and climaxed, a small fountain of thick white and yellow cream splashing off my balls onto the ground as she shook and whimpered and dug her forehooves into the dirt in front of her.
I could almost feel Derpy's eyes boring into my balls from where I had felt her settle underneath of me when her mane brushed against them. She was the only one who could see as I firmly gripped the wet flesh to try and compensate for how slippery it was and pulled. It took a few tries, which Quick Harvest seemed to take for a little favor to draw out her orgasm, but finally after stretching her thick worm out a few times only for it to snap back out of my fingers, I managed to get enough force on it that it snapped free inside her, slipping out of her now thoroughly used cunt with a wet slurp before dangling free, the pungent fluids she had just sprayed out dripping off the twin tails of its roots.
To my surprise, I felt it shift a little in my grip. When I turned to look back, I saw Derpy standing up from behind me licking her lips. She had licked it. That was...unexpected. I'd have to ask about that later.
Quick moved to pull herself out from under me, and I quickly tossed my prize in my beak and swallowed it whole before she could turn around and see it held in my talon.
"Thanks, Mr. Gryphon. Maybe I had the wrong idea about you guys?"
With that semi-insulting thanks delivered, she turned and walked back towards the farm house just visible over the horizon. I saw Derpy's hoof extended and up-turned out of the corner of my eye, and gave her a high-five. One down.
Our next customer turned out to be a male pegasus named Thundercloud, which presented a problem. Derpy's plan had been for me to provide the relief for the heat throes, which technically a stallion suffers from just by nature of having dozens of mares around him smelling like powerful pheromones at all times. What she seemed to have assumed is that I would just put my talented throat to use like I had in the past and do the removal in the process.
She assumed this because she thought Thundercloud swung both ways. He did not.
This led to the three of us standing around awkwardly inside his cloud house without a clear way to proceed. Something told me he wouldn't have a problem with banging Derpy, but that didn't exactly help us because while he'd get his rocks off in one sense it wouldn't allow me to do so in the other sense. That was, until Derpy decided to try her persuasive streak.
"Hey, I may not be as good at blowjobs as my gryphon friend here, but I can do something else for you!" With that she turned and presented her petite grey marehood to him, and while she had nothing to wink with, his pheromone addled brain didn't seem to notice the odd lack of that action.
This was a bit risky, though. Anti-pregnancy potions were a reality, but part of the problem with heat season was that they lost effectiveness somewhat with some odd combination of hormone balance and pheromone overload. She was taking the chance of ending up pregnant if she...wait. No. No, she wasn't seriously thinking that.
"But I've got a condition. I want you to try something new today."
"Uh, sure, why not? What is it?"
"You ever had your balls massaged by someone with hands?" She gestured pointedly at my talons, whose claws had already been magically retracted in preparation for what I initially thought was going to happen.
So she was thinking that. Given the look he gave my pseudo-hands, it looked like she might have almost gotten him, but she cemented that by clenching her marehood strongly and forcing a little spurt of her in-season wetness on the floor. Fully released into the air, her pheromones were more than enough to overpower the already pheromone overloaded stallion and his penis dropped out of his sheath in one smooth motion, rapidly hardening to full mast.
He needed no coaxing to mount her, not even caring that we were in his entryway, and he started thrusting almost immediately. I, meanwhile, settled myself in behind him and began gently playing with his pretty reasonably sized testicles, tracing over the curve of each organ, feeling the slight ridge of the epididymis and tracing it up to the cords that I could just barely feel through his sack, following them all the way up to his body before tracing back down and cupping his foal makers in each palm.
Where his balls would normally be slapping against where Derpy's clit used to be, they were now being gently kneaded by my skilled hands, and the loud groans from their owner made it obvious the combined stimulation was exactly what he had been craving after living in a cloud of mare musk for days.
Just like Quick Harvest, Thundercloud was completely unaware as the dark-violet wisps of ancient magic ran from my bracelet into his balls and the sack that held them, numbing them and and readying them for bloodless harvest. I kept massaging his orbs as the magic took hold, stretching them down a little on their cords to provide a subtle tugging sensation in his body, and he let out a brief moan at the stimulation. Being careful to keep up my massage with my left, I extended the claws of my right talon and poked it through the flesh of his scrotum, running it through the sensitive skin like a zipper until I could see a glimpse of pink through the clean slit I'd made, and I reached up and squeezed his sack, pulling it down like a tube of icing to squeeze his testicles out into the open air, glistening and twitching, veins still pulsing from his arousal.
I turned them around in the light from a window for a moment to just appreciate them and build my own anticipation. I focused my eyes past them and saw Derpy's head bent back between her forelegs, staring and blushing in helpless arousal at the sight of this stallion's vitality dangling exposed and vulnerable. Turning my head on my flexible avian neck, I kept one eye locked on her as I brought my beak up around his right ball until the tip of my beak was nestled up into his wrinkly, empty sack, and I held that eye contact as I closed my beak with a wet snip that severed the cord and its testicle from his body, leaving it to slide down my throat in a visible bulge.
My best friend squeaked and shuddered in what looked like a mini-climax as she watched that testicle slide down my throat, and she was blushing as hard as I'd ever seen her as I repeated the process with the left one, timing my beak with his thrusts so I caught the cord at its apex and clipped it free into my throat with what turned out to be perfect timing.
Just as his only remaining testicle was severed from his body forever, he let out a loud whinny and came inside Derpy, though what risk there could have been of unwanted pregnancy now sat safely in my belly. Typical of a stallion who just orgasmed, he slumped across her back with his eyes half closed before slowly and lethargically pulling himself out of her and off her back and then collapsing back onto the lounge sofa in the entryway, eyes rolling back and panting.
"See, I told you it would be worth it," Derpy said to him as he collapsed on his couch, "now don't you feel better?"
"Yeeeeeeesssssss..." he hissed out as he lay there, looking too dazed to really pay attention.
"Well, we'll be on our way then!"
And with that, she opened his door and leapt out into the sky beyond. I snickered at her abrupt departure before leaving with her, angling out into the wind and gliding over the town below out toward my house on the outskirts of the Everfree.
"So, what do you think? You think we could keep this going?" "Yeah, Derpy, I think we can."