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Day JESUS FUCK THIS HEAT in Equestria. You are Anon, the first and only human in this technicolor horse world. You can't really sleep because Celestia's God damn Sun is blazing up a storm today. As you hop out of bed, you head to the bathroom. Do the ol' Shit, Shower and Shave ritual. You make your way down stairs and into your modest kitchen and start up a pot of coffee, no even bothering to make any actual breakfast, because you that FlappingHush should be on her way to your place for the daily fetish guess. As time passes you start to realize that FlutterButter isn't coming to your door. Maybe she finally got the message that you don't want to give her the D, maybe sh-

Suddenly, there comes a knock at your door. Well, it wasn't so much of a knock as a frantic pounding, to loud and rapid to be the simple, soft three knocks you've come to know as Fluttershy. Blinking a few times, you stand up and walk over to the door, steeling yourself for what might come. As soon as you turn the knob, even slightly opening the door, it is forcefully opened, knocking you onto your ass, the door is then slammed. You shake your head to clear your vision as to what just hit both you and your door like a fucking semi. To your surprise, it's Big Mac. Giant Crimson is one of your only male friends around this female dominated world. Even though he doesn't really say more than to words to you at a time, you seem to have become very fast friends.

You look to your very panicked friend. You really don't know how to describe how he looks in this moment. Mussed isn't good enough, disheveled doesn't even work. Fucking ruined? Yeah, that's it. He looks fucking ruined, You've seen this pony beat the shit out of three stallions the night you guys went drinking. You've seen this stallion pull at least 3 times his own weight in apples. This guy, in your eyes, was the definition of strength and courage, why does he look so terrified? His hair is all over the place, he's panting, he's full of scraps, cuts, bruises and.... Lipstick marks? and is that hi- Yep, his Pony Poker is at full mast. What the Hell Big Mac? "What the Hell Big Mac!?" You scream out, shielding your eyes from equine dingle-dangle. The Perturbed pony grabs you by the shoulders and does something that surprises even himself. He says more than two words to you.

"YA' MEAN YA' DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TA'DAY?!" He blurts out between pants. You blink at him, looking over at your "Ponyco: Pony of the Month" Calender. This causes you to grimace slightly as you have to look at Lyra in a provocative position. You're sure this would be sexy to stallions, but you ain't know Horse fu- Pony Fucker. You have to get use to calling them ponies, man. You look back to your freaked out Pal, shaking your head, clearly having no idea what he's going on about. He shakes you a few times his eyes shrinking to pinpricks "LOCK YOUR DOORS. BAR THA' WINDA'S. IT'S...IT'S.......!" He then backs off of you and cowars, as if what he's about to tell you would 'cause you to drop dead if he spoke, with a loud whisper that would rival Gliding Silent's yell he says.

"....Estrus...." You just kind of look at him for a moment. Estrus? You wrack your brain trying to find the meaning of the world, then you remember. You remember hearing the word back when you were on earth and watching one of those boring nature documentaries. It's also know as 'Heat' which you're more familiar with, because you use to own a female dog, and you swear, when she went into heat, you had to break out your B.B. gun to make all the neighborhood dogs back up off your pooch's puss, but what does this have to do with the ponies in Ponyville? You invite Massive Magenta in and offer him a cup of coffee, which he takes into his shaky hooves. You tell him to elaborate on this whole "Estrus" thing.

He cringes, then shudders at the word. Taking another sip he sighs "Estrus, Anon... 'round this time... somethin' happens to tha' mare 'round these parts." another sip, the coffee seems to be calming him down, this is good, you don't like seeing your friends flipping shit. "They get very..." He begins to search for the words "Horny...an' Assertive...an'...." He stares off into space for a moment, the only word he can think to say at that moment is "Rapey." Now this makes you sit back in your seat. You expect rapey to fit Flutters, because every morning she tries her damnedest to get at your, as she puts it "Hot Monkey Dick" and it wouldn't be the first time she's gotten "Rapey". But the rest of the town. You can't imagine. You have to see this for yourself. Standing up, you look at Big Mac. "

"Not to say I don't believe you, buuuuuut." He continues to stare at you for a moment "I don't know how I feel about being told that an entire town of technicolor mini horses have become rape machines." You stand up, getting yourself ready to go into town to see what all this bullshit is about. Mix Master Mac realizes what your about to do, and begs you, pleads with you, not to leave, but you wave him off, telling him that you'd rather see this with your own eyes, plus, you still have to do things around town.

As you walk out of the door, Big Mac shakes his head "That boy's fucked."

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Earlier That Morning

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You are Big Macintosh. It may be very hot out today, but that doesn't stop the world from turning. The birds are chirping, the bees are buzzing, your sister, all crazed up on sex hormones is currently bucking the ever loving fuck out of your door. You stare in horror, as the solid oak that was once your door is starting to splinter and crack from the sheer force that your sister is putting into it. This mare has bucked over trees in one swift kick, your only saving grace is that, in her sex crazed state, she isn't putting in as much force as she could, but the rapidity of the bucks is doing the job just as well.

"CARNSARN IT BIG MAC. YOU GET OUT HERE AND GIVE ME THAT DICK." She scream at you. You press yourself against the door, trying to keep her at bay, what ever the hell that mean. You simply "Nope." at your sister, knowing that no matter what you say won't stop her "IF YA' OPEN THIS CELESTIA DAMN DOOR AN' LET ME RIDE THAT HOT STALLION ROD, AH'LL DISOWN YA' AS MAH' BROTHER." Ouch, sis. That hurts, and here you thought blood was thicker that mare cum. Mare cum that is currently pooling under your door. Fuck. This day sucks. You know the door won't hold forever, and you reeeeeeeally don't want you have to knock your sister upside the head, again, not like when you were kids, and that bucking's only getting harder. Think Big Mac, THINK.

You finally spy your window, the window you left open because Celestia's bitch ass sun is being a big baby bitch, and thank what ever celestial God pony that you personally pray to that you did. Timing the bucking that your sister is doing, you make a mad dash for the window and throw yourself out of it as she was rearing her legs back. Bad news, you're on the second floor. Good news, the outside of your window is surrounded by bushes, which you fall into. You stay in the bushes just long enough to hear a long bang come from your room. Staying your your foliage camouflage you look up at your window and hear a disgruntled Applejack both cursing your very existence and rubbing one out on your bed. Dammit, those were your favorite sheets.

Once you're sure that the coast is clear you begin a run through the apple orchard, wondering what you should do. The only GOOD thing coming out of this situation is the Applebloom is too young and Grannysmith is too old to feel the effects of estrus, that and that they both are staying with some of your family over in Applosa, due to the fact that Applosa's estrus cycle doesn't start for a few more months. You should have went with them, they did beg you. "Nope" you said. Wanted to protect Applejack from raping someone you said. The thought of someone violating your little sister make you angry, but with the way things are right now, you wouldn't even be mad at the guy, hell, you'd probably buy him a drink to cry into.

You were sitting under a tree, trying to figure out what to do, and where to go. Ponyville of course was a fuck no, only an idiot wou- then you think about it. Anon's place. He lives on the outskirts of town and he doesn't have a Marefriend... at least you're sure he doesn't. CELESTIA HELP HIM if he did, but, the only way to his place was... You sigh. You could go through the Everfree Forest, but opt out, remembering what happened when you were a little colt and having that Timberwolf chase you. You guess you'll have to nut up an- suddenly, something wet hits the top of your head, and the smell of fresh spring rain fills your nostrils. It wasn't scheduled to rain, the weather ponies would be at home due to estrus... and since when is rain sticky...

Your eyes shrink to pin pricks, as you slowly look up, another drop of 'rain' hits your forehead. In the tree you were hiding under, on a branch, sits Rainbowdash, stroking one out, looking directly at you, wit' dem' bed room peepers "Hey there Big sexy..." You "Nope" right the fuck on out of there, running towards Ponyville. You have to make it to Anon's, you just have to. You're running at full tilt but Rainbow is easily catching up, why oh why did you have to be chased by the fastest flier in all of Equestria? "COME BACK HERE WITH THE HOT HORSE MEAT." she screeches at you. Dammit you have to think of something. Looking forward you see a rather tall fence. You know you can easily clear it, and so could Rainbro.... if she wasn't so focused on lil' Big Mac. Just as she's about to grab your tail you spring over the fence with the grace a poise of a God damn gazelle. As you hit the ground, you heard another hit, a very loud WHACK, followed by light snoring. peering back over the dog eared border you see SkittleFast has knocked herself right the hell out. You slide down the fence, a relived sigh coming from you, you close your eyes, and just revel in the good feeling of not getting raped.

a really good feeling... a really, really. "Oh that's good.." You mutter, somewhat blushing. Then, something in your body happens. 'Dick to Brain, Dick to Brain. Come in Brain' ' This is Brain, what's up big man?' 'Well, brain, I don't know if you noticed buuuuut.... SOMEONE IS SUCKING ME OFF' Your eyes snap open and dart down, between your legs, is a white pony, with spiky, electric blue hair, her shade just over her crimson eyes. A white pony who currently has about half of Mini Mac down her throat. Seems you've fallen into the backyard of Viynl Scratch , who was just trotting out the door to go stalk about for a stallion to ravage. Her shades fall down, and you can see her eyes sparkle with want and purpose as she does things with her mouth that'd make one of Celestia's guards blush. You know. If this wasn't against your will, and you weren't insanely scared, this would be turning you on right now.

With all of your strength, you push the DJ p0ne off of your rhythm stick, much to his dismay, and make a mad dash for town. What you see, makes your blood run cold, and makes you stop in your tracks. Ponyville is a wreck, it's like one of those bad zompony movies you love so much. Every mare you know, is walking the street, leaving a trail of mare juice behind them. Some are crawling along the ground, moaning out for any sort of relief. Some have gotten so desperate that they've started sexing up each other. 'Well, that's kind of hot' 'Goshdarnit, Mini Mac, not now!' The next thing you see, will forever be burned into your memory. Soarin is being dragged through the street, by his tail, kicking and screaming ,by Bon Bon of all ponies. You soooo pegged her as a Lespony... You owe Spike two bits now. You watch as all the Mares in town's heads snap to the direction of the screams. That poor bastard. They slowly begin to walk towards him, all chanting "Dick. Dick. Dick." over and over. When this is over, you're going to by him a drink, something really strong, Something to make him forget. In his flailing, he spots, you, and his eyes go wide. Don't you do it. He stares at you. Don't. You. Do. It. He takes a deep, horrified, breath. CELESTIA DAMN IT SOARIN DON'T YOU FUCKING-"BIG MAC, HELP, OH CELESTIA HELP ME, THEY'RE GONNA RAPE M-" His screams are silenced by the plot of a mare sitting directly on his face, but that doesn't stop a large group of them turning in your direction. Lyra stands, taking her mouth off of Soarin's flight stick long enough to point and you and scream

"STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON"

When this is over, you're going to kick Soarin's teeth in. You are now running, full tilt, from half a damn town of ponies, you can't stop now, you have to get to Anon's, but you have to shake these horny horses. What good is getting to Anon's house if it's swarmed with mares? Having spent pretty much all your life in Ponyville, you know the place like the back of your hoof. You cut through some allies, dart around corners, and take the opportunity to dive into an open window. All the mares run past the house, having not seen you dive into it, you breathe a sigh of relief. You know this house. It's the house of that friendly, if not clumsy, Mail Mare, Ditzy Doo. You like Ditzy. When ever she delivered to the Orchard, you always gave her an apple, it made her day every time. You guys and had lunch at Sugar Cube Corner every so often now, it's always really nice. Surely Ditzy wouldn't-

"Oooooh Big~Mac~in~toooosh" each syllable of your name is followed by a poke in your flank. Noooo.... Come on, Ditzy, not you too... With a sigh, you turn around, and see the Derpy Mail Mare, who is, just like a few other ponies, givin' you them ooooooool' bed room eyes, well. Eye. Her other Bedroom eye is looking slightly to your right. She turns around, trying her best to sashay over to her couch, wiggling her plot at you as much as she can. and then she trips and falls face first onto the floor. Welp, she's still Derpy, that's for su- Wait. Why did she fall so that her plot is perfectly raised at yo- is she raising her ta- yep, that's her marehood, Sopping wet and ready "I just don't know what went wrooooong~" she says, waving her rear at you. You can only stare. She winks. Your eye twitches. You haul ass to her front door and throw yourself through it.

and right in front of the group of Mares that had been looking for you. You stare at them. They all stare back, eyes half lidded. Out of the crowd, Carrot Top jumps up and screams "IT'S SEXY TIME."

You've never been a religious man, but you say a prayer to Celestia. You're going to need it.

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You don't know how the hell you got away from them, maybe this praying thing actually works, you're almost to Anon's house. He's not from this world. He doesn't know. You HAVE to warn him. Making sure there are no mares stalking you, you make a mad dash to Anon's Door, and pound on it with all that you are.

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and there you were, sitting in Anon's kitchen, on your second cup of coffee. You wish you had your doll right now. She's the only thing that makes you feel safe at times like these. Just then three gentle knocks come at the front door, both making you jump and breaking your thoughts. It's probably Anon. Maybe he finally wised up and came back to get a weapon or something. As you walk to the door, a thought occurs to you. This is his house. Why doesn't he use his key? As you turn the knob another thought occurs to you. Didn't Anon tell you about how there was a Mare that'd been bothering him way before the Estrus kicked in. As you open the door, your heart stops. There, standing, barely able to control herself, Is Fluttershy. Clad only in green and white striped socks.

"A-Are Socks your f-f-fetis-" She sees you're not Anon and stops mid sentence. Panting, legs wobbling, dripping, she stares at you, blushing beat red "O-oh. H-Hi, Big Mac." She looks past you, the sudden smell of vanilla fills the room. Oh shit. "Is A-Anon home?" You shake your head, still staring, answering her with a stuttered "N-nope. " She stops, then looks at you. and suddenly, something changes in her.

The last thing you heard, before Silent Anti-social tackled you was "W-well, I guess you'll do."