The Estrus Solution

>It had begun, as most things tend to do, with a bit of friendly banter.
>Rainbow Dash was squirming on top of her stool in the restaurant, shooting furtive glances towards stallions as they walked by.
>Only problem was that she was obvious as hell about it.
"Hey Dash."
>"HUH?"
>Rainbow jerks up to a sitting position, her eyes wide.
"Why you scoping out all those ponies?"
>The mare's face colors.
>"I-I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Come on Dash."
>Rolling your eyes, you sigh.
"You're about as subtle as a train rolling through a bedroom."
>"Huh?"
>Rainbow cocks her head to the side, and you can't help but laugh.
>Pointing to some of the stallions from earlier, you nod.
"If you're so sneaky, why are they still checking you out?"
>Rainbow glances around and then groans.
>Leaning forward over the table, she hides her face behind her hooves.
>"Was I really that obvious?"
"Mm. Now tell me what's got you so dick crazy."
>"Well,"
>Dash peeks out from behind her hooves.
>"I'm getting ready to go into season."
>You sip your water, blinking blankly at the blue mare.
>She puffs up her cheeks and glares at you.
>"You know, in season? In heat?"
>Siiiiiip.
>"...I'm ovulating."
>And spew.
>Rainbow's glare darkens from behind her now soaked mane.
>"Dude. Gross."
"Sorry, you caught me off guard. So you ponies..."
>Words fail you, so you try hand signals.
>Rainbow's face looks like she could evaporate the water in an instant as she watches you insert your index finger into a ring made with the thumb and forefinger on the other hand.
>"Y-yeah, like that. Only..."
>Rainbow sighs and scowls at the table.
>"Only it's hard for a mare to deal with all this. Every year I get this itch and every year it gets worse. I've been lucky so far, but I'm at the point where if I get knocked up I don't think I could bring myself to get rid of her."
>You take another sip, watching as Rainbow sulks.
>At once, she jerks back upright again and shakes her head.

>"It! I meant it! There's no way that I want to be taking care of a foal at my age. Besides, it would totally ruin my chances of getting into the Wonderbolts!"
"Mhmm."
>Dash sighs again, leaning her muzzle down on an upturned hoof.
>"But I miss the feeling of giving into that primal desire. Getting mounted and rutted, sometimes for the better part of a minute"
>You nearly snort water out of your nose when you suppress your laughter.
>The pegasus glares, but continues.
>"I mean it, nothing compares to the feeling of a good hard dick inside you, twitching, pulsing, bathing your hypersensitive cunny in potent spooge, every second running the risk of seeking out your eggs and leaving you pregnant and prone for the better part of a year."
>...Hello boner, where did you come from?
>A wistful sigh escapes the mare's lips as her eyes begin to glaze over.
>"Yeah, that's the best feeling; can't beat that rush. But, it's impossible now. Not when I'm right outside of joining the official Wonderbolt performance squad."
>Rainbow scowls and nudges at her meal with a hoof before pushing it away.
>Clearing your throat, you offer your companion a small smile.
"Well, it sounds like you're in quite a pinch, with your unscratchable itch."
>"Tell me about it."
>Rainbow shifts her weight again, letting her hindquarters breathe before settling back into her seat.
>A faintly musky smell hits your nose and you can feel your dick twitch.
"Hey Dash?"
>One of her ears perks up.
"What would you say if there was a way to sate that heat in your belly?"
>"No way."
>Rainbow's rapid declaration makes your heart drop.
>She scowls and shakes her head.
"I've tried geldings, it's just not the same. The baby batter's the best part, and they can't deliver."
>She thought...
"Oh no, nothing like that."
>You smirk, watching as Rainbow's eyes shift to a more neutral expression, one eyebrow slightly cocked.
"I was just thinking I could help you out."

>"You?"
>Rainbow snorts and lets her lip curl as she leans over the table.
>"What could you do? No offense, but I've seen your dick and it's really not that impressive. You don't even have a median ring or a flare."
>Not missing a beat, you put your nose level with her muzzle and lean over the table as well.
"Well for one thing by the time I'm done with you, you'll be feeling like you went through a whole troop of those prized 'minutemen' you were languishing about."
>Dash raises her eyebrows, her eyes widening ever so slightly.
>Confident in your hook, you speak in a quiet tone, prepping the lure.
"Not to mention I'm a virile, potent male of breeding age, capable of going round after round until your hungry mare slit is dribbling spunk from your overtaxed ovaries."
>Biting your lip, you hold back a chuckle as the mare's nostrils flare several times in rapid succession.
>Now, the bait.
>Leaning in even closer, you whisper in her ear.
"And even though they'll be drowning in potent, baby making sperm, there's not a chance that you'll get knocked up. No need for protection."
>Rainbow's ear twitches furiously as she begins to pant.
>After a moment, you sit back in your seat and cross your arms over your chest.
"So, what do you say, future Wonderbolt?"
>Failing once again to be anything short of suspicious, Dash glances around and then slams several bits onto the table.
>With a jerk of her head, she tracks down your server.
>"Keep the change!"
>She shouts, flying up from her seat and hooking a hoof under your shoulder as she moves towards the door, dragging you behind.
>
>The encounter could only really be described as a brutal fuckfest.
>By the time you were satisfied an hour later, Rainbow was reduced to babbling incoherently, her hoof rubbing lewdly against her overstuffed snatch, staining the plump blue lips white with your spunk.
>Chuckling to yourself, you step outside for a breath of fresh air.
"It's good to be the human."
>If only you'd known what was to come.

>Rainbow Dash had always been one of the first mares to go into season.
>Fitting, since she hates coming in second to anyone.
>But as the days pass, you begin to see more and more mares around town behaving awkwardly.
>The way they walk, the way they sit, every day it seems like another half dozen or so are beginning to feel the heat.
>Literally.
>When you ask her about it after another night of mind-breaking pleasure, Rainbow manages to string together a couple coherent sentences about it.
>"Mares in Ponyville all sync up together. Since estrus only comes once a year, we all have it over a period of six weeks or so."
>With a smirk, Dash rubs her slightly bloated belly, yawning as she rolls over onto her side.
>"Not that I've got to worry about it. Thanks again, Anon. Night."
>Well that explains a lot.
>By your count, roughly a quarter of the mares in Ponyville are feeling their yearly itch by now.
>Some are indulging, especially those that are married or getting older.
>But the younger mares seem content, if somewhat irritated, to continue with their professional lives.
>And then there are some, like the Cakes, who seem to be too busy to try to take care of another youngin'.
>No doubt Cup Cake's feeling the heat.
>Chuckling to yourself, you glance over at Dash and tap a finger against her side.
>The mare groans and swats at you with her hoof, but she's too well-fucked to be roused from sleep.
"There's a profit to be made here."
>You smile and rub your chin.
"I wonder if there's someone who could help me set up a business to tend to the needs of the mares of Ponyville in this terrible time of trial..."



>The obvious answer would be Rarity or Applejack.
>They're both smart and business savvy in their own ways, and besides that if they wanted to sample the goods you could plow that marshmallow booty or ride a wild mare into the sunset.
>But no, if you've only got a couple weeks to pull this off, you need to reach the maximum amount of mares in the quickest way possible.
>And there's only one way to do that.
>
>She comes as she always does, pounding a hoof on your door at a quarter to eleven.
>"Anon, mail call!"
>You open up the door to see a grey, wall-eyed pegasus mare offering you a silly smile.
"Good morning, Derpy."
>"Morning, Anon!"
>Glancing her over, you see her hind legs twitch uncomfortably.
>Oh yeah, she's in the thick of her heat right now.
>As always, she hands you your mail and peeks inside your house.
>"Anything exciting going on today?"
>Offering up a grunt and a shrug, you push your door open.
"Not too much. Just put the coffee pot on to make a mid-morning batch. Want to join me for a drink?"
>Derpy bites her lip and offers a small smile.
>"Do you have... those, too?"
"Do I?"
>You crouch down and put yourself eye level with the grey mare.
"What do you think?"
>With an excited squeal, Derpy drops her mail satchel inside the hall and hurries into the kitchen.
>Laughing, you close the door behind you and follow after her.
>As she eyes up the blueberry scones on the table, Derpy again shifts her weight, the familiar musky mare smell hitting your nostrils.
>It's a bit sweeter than Dash's, but easily recognizable all the same.
>Sitting down across from her, you offer the pegasus a smile.
"So, a lot of visits to make today?"
>"Mhmm, all over the town too. It'll take maybe five, six hours?"
>Perfect.
>Tenting your fingers, you stare at the distracted Derpy.
"Hey D?"
>"Mm?"
"Rainbow was talking to me the other day about how all the mares in town go through estrus every year."

>Derpy manages an incredible feat of rolling her eyes and offers up a small groan.
>"Gosh Anon, you have no idea how hard it is. Every day I wake up and it's like I'm missing something in my life and, surprise, it's a stallion's ..."
>Catching herself, Derpy blushes and glances over at the coffee pot.
>"I-I think it's ready."
>So it is.
>You get up and pour two cups.
>Derpy thanks you for the drink and then forgoes her manners, tearing into a scone and slurping noisily at her coffee.
>Taking your time, you pace yourself with small sips, watching as Derpy continues to squirm.
>Seed planted, time for some special attention.
"Yeah, Rainbow was telling me that this time of year can be really difficult."
>Derpy nods but stays focused on her snack.
"It's especially bad for mares who are trying to get their lives in order, when that insatiable need hits. It got so bad that I offered to help her out a little."
>The grey mare pauses in the middle of a bite and glances up at you.
>She slowly begins chewing again, her eyes locking on yours even as her brow furrows in confusion.
>You get up from your seat and move over next to her, the wall-eyed mare following your every movement.
"See, Dash is a professional, and so she can't get pregnant. You know what that's like right?"
>Derpy nods.
>"Sure. I can't imagine having to take care of myself and a foal. But, sometimes?"
>Glancing up at her, you meet Derpy's eyes and raise an eyebrow.
>Her expression softens a little and she smiles, bringing a hoof down to her belly.
>"Sometimes, when I'm in season and a stallion walks by? My tummy just starts to flip all over itself for no reason. Last year, it even happened with Mr. Cake. I wanted so badly to get relief and it could come from anywhere and I wouldn't care."
>She sighs and closes her eyes.
>"Anon, it's so hard to ignore the -need- to get bred. Stallions just don't get it, it's all..."
>Derpy's face scrunches up as she scowls.
>"P-pump and dump! Especially with a klutz like me."

>Rubbing a hoof against her muzzle, Derpy shakes her head and offers a small smile.
>"But that's okay. I'm in control. Even if it's hard."
>Oh.
>Oh wow.
>Et tu Feelus?
>Right in the heart no less.
>You stare at Derpy for several seconds before wrapping her up in a tight hug.
>The mare squeaks, but wraps her forelegs around your neck.
>"Th-thanks Anon."
"Derpy."
>Your voice is low and quiet, earning a concerned stare from the grey pegasus.
"Let me help you get over that ache in your belly."
>The mare's eyes widen.
>"A-Anon, that..."
>Biting down on her lip, she whispers.
>"It doesn't work like that."
"It works for Dash."
>Derpy's eyes widen as she turns to you.
>"What?"
"Haven't you noticed how focused Dash has been lately?"
>"Mm, she's flying through the air so much straighter than the other pegasi. I'm really jealous of how she keeps herself under control even in the thick of estrus."
>Leaning in closer, you whisper in the mare's ear.
"What if I told you the only way she's keeping her head above water is because I'm painting her belly white almost every night?"
>Derpy stiffens from head to tail.
>Her mouth drops open ever so slightly and you can see one of her eyes drifting, trying to keep track of you.
>You push.
"What if I told you that I could meet every need you had right now and get you in your right mind, without the risk of pregnancy?"
>A small whimper escapes the mailmare's throat as she shifts her rump against the seat.
>"C-could you?"
>You nod your head and hear her breath catch.
>"W-would you?"
"Of course."
>The tip of Derpy's tongue darts out and wets her lips as she lets out a slow sigh.
>"Will... you?"
>You give her your response in the form of a kiss.
>The cross-eyed pegasus yields almost immediately, conforming to the contours of your body.
>Mare musk fills your nostrils as you carry her up the stairs to your bedroom.

>It's a good thirty minutes later when Derpy stumbles back down to the front door with you.
>Her yellow eyes have visibly straightened out and she offers you a wry smile as she nuzzles at your crotch again.
>"Are you suuuure we couldn't go for another round..."
>She giggles and breathes the next word.
>"Stud?"
>As much as you'd like to, you ignore the vote of Bonirus Maximus and give the mailmare a friendly pat on the rump.
"I would, but you have a job to do, remember?"
>Derpy puffs out her cheeks and scowls.
>"Mail carrying is dumb. I want to stay here and spend all day in bed with you."
>Rubbing your chin, you offer a small smile.
"I thought you wanted to be independent?"
>Depry's eyes widen.
>"I, I do!"
"So you need to go back to work then, right?"
>Scrunching up her face in frustration, the mare nods.
>"Yeah, I guess I do."
>She pauses.
>"But, I can come back once I'm done, right?"
"Of course."
>You reach down and ruffle Derpy's mane.
>Giggling, she rubs her head into your hand.
"Just be sure and tell some of your other suffering sisters about how they can find some relief."
>Derpy sighs and frowns.
>"I'd rather keep you to myself..."
"Sharing is caring."
>"Yeah, I know."
>With another wistful sigh, Derpy slides her satchel back on.
>"But I'm only telling a couple of my friends, okay?"
"Perfect."
>You open the door for her and Derpy takes to the air, but pecking you on the cheek before zipping off into the sky.
"Huh, she's flying straighter than usual too..."
>Weird.
>But the important thing is that now the seeds have been planted.
>If Derpy only tells her five best friends and even one of them comes by, this plan will work.
>And without needing a business partner to boot.
>All you have to do now is sit.
>And wait.
>Sure enough, it's only a little over an hour later before you get a knock on your door.
"Well, well."
>Getting up, you trot into the hall.
"I wonder who it is this time."


>The door opens, revealing quite the unexpected sight.
>"Ah, hello Anonymous."
>The local schoolteacher, Cheerilee, stands in front of you, averting her eyes and staring at the porch.
"Miss Cheerilee."
>Silence settles in between the two of you.
>At last, you give an awkward cough and step aside.
"Would you like to come in? I could put some tea on."
>The tense creases in the mare's face disappear in an instant as she looks up and smiles.
>"Yes, please. That would be wonderful."
>She settles into the living room while you work in the kitchen.
>After putting the kettle on, you make your way in after her and sit down in the chair across the way.
"So."
>"So."
>Silence again.
>You decide to cut it short time time by laughing and giving her a friendly smile.
"We haven't really had a chance to meet before this, have we?"
>Cheerilee chuckles and shakes her head.
>"No, I suppose we haven't. You're in that strange range of ponies... people, rather, that are close to my own age."
>You raise an eyebrow and lean forward, encouraging her to continue.
>"Well, I know a number of ponies in town because they are either current or former students of mine, or the parents of said students. Of course, that means I know quite a few young and middle-aged ponies, but only a few who are around my age."
"I suppose that makes sense. You must be kept incredibly busy at the schoolhouse."
>"You have no idea."
>Cheerilee chuckles and closes her eyes.
>Leaning forward again, you ask the question that's been on the tip of your tongue.
"In that case, what brings you out to my neck of the woods?"
>The teacher's eyes snap open and she goes rigid.
>Your eyes never break from hers, and after several seconds you see her lips part.
>She takes a breath.
>And then a loud whistling sound erupts from the kitchen.
>Blasted tea.
>Holding back a curse, you get to your feet and hurry out of the living area, the moment successfully broken.

>With all that momentum lost, you're going to be hurting to make up lost ground.
>Still, you go about your duties as host, preparing a small plate of cakes and pouring the tea once you make it back to the couch.
>This time you take up a post beside her.
>Cheerilee scooches over to give you room, but doesn't pull away from your closeness.
>A good sign at least.
>As you sip your tea, you finally get an answer from her.
>"Truth be told, I came out here today because a certain mailmare came to the school and would not stop gossiping about a certain friend of hers."
>You grunt, staring at the purple mare over your cup.
>She sips from her own, meeting you stare for stare.
>"According to her, this friend is amiable towards helping mares going through a difficult season where they might feel... lonely?"
"Sounds like they're a pretty helpful sort."
>Cheerilee nods, moving closer to you.
>"I'd think so. The only problem is that I'm not so familiar with this friend of hers. Like I said, it's difficult for a teacher to run in social circles with those close to her own age."
>Such a coy little player you've got here.
>Biting your lip, you lean in close to her and whisper.
"Is it breeding season?"
>With a small whimper, Cheerilee drops her facade ever so slightly and nods.
"I wouldn't think that would bother you."
"B-because I'm around fillies and colts all day?"
>You nod.
"Doesn't that turn you off of having them?"
>"Why do you think I've stayed single all this time?"
>A shared smile splits between you and the mare.
>"But a lady still has needs, Anonymous."
"I imagine so."
>You work your hand underneath the teacher's ample rump.
>She stiffens, then squirms as your fingers trace her delicate places.
"But, I really have to wonder about that."
>"H-hn?"
>Cheerilee's eyes roll back in her head a little as you whisper in her ear.
"I think, as much time as you spend caring for other pony's children, you've got a dirty little fantasy running in the back of that head of yours."

>"No."
>Even as she says that, she whimpers and grinds herself down on your fingers.
"No? I've heard you've had suitors before but you always seem to turn them away. If you just wanted relief, you could go to the geldings."
>"Anonymous."
>Another helpless sound escapes her lips.
>And still you press.
"Maybe, somewhere in that dirty little mind of yours, you'd like to look out at a class filled with your own fillies and foals."
>Slamming her eyes shut, the purple mare shifts her weight so the muscles of her hungry honeypot can try to milk your fingers.
>"Th-that's ridiculous. I'm a teacher, not a mother."
"That's right."
>At your admission, the needy mare sighs and nods.
"But I still think you'd like to fill your school room with children of your own."
>And she tenses up again.
>Cheerilee bites her lip and opens one of her eyes, searching for you.
>"Maybe... I, I shouldn't though. The children need me more than I need children of my own. And they're all my precious little treasures."
"But you still want the sensation of your eggs drowning in virile spunk, don't you?"
>Cheerilee nods furiously.
>"Yes, oh stars above yes. If I can't have it right now I want to ride the possibility. I want to be so close to being pregnant that it fills my every waking second with worry about how I'm going to deal with it."
>A smile slides across your lips.
"I can work with that, but you need to promise me something."
>"Y-yes?"
"If you're set on having foals"
>You plunge your fingers deeper into her clutching cooch, earning a sigh of delight from the mare.
"This is your last year flying solo. Next time estrus rolls around, I want you to get good and pregnant."
>Cheerilee is quiet for a long while, then slowly nods.
>"O-okay. I can settle down. I promise."
"Perfect."
>With that, you scoop the purple mare up and carry her to better accommodations.

>
>She's a demon.
>You lie on your back, staring up at the ceiling as Cheerilee primps herself in front of the mirror, humming a happy tune.
>As she trots over to your side, you see that she's practically glowing, and not a single hair out of place.
>"Anonymous."
>Leaning over she pecks you on the cheek and smiles.
>"Thank you so much for taking time to see me."
"Sure."
>Your voice comes out as a quiet croak.
>The purple mare giggles and places a small bag beside your bedside.
>"I'll probably have to call on you again before my season is up, so please be sure and make time for me. After all, if this is my last wild season, I want to make the most of it. See you soon..."
>With that note of lusty warning, the earth mare struts out of the bedroom, her tail held high and her flanks rolling.
>The door slams and you stare up at the ceiling again.
"...I wonder if her friends are as insatiable as she is."
>A shudder rolls down your spine at the thought.
>It takes a little while, but you eventually feel as though you can move again.
>Stumbling downstairs, you see that the sun is starting to descend.
>Dash will be coming in for her nightly visit soon, so that'll be three mares in one day.
"Not too bad, Anon. Not bad at all."
>You chuckle to yourself and take a sip from your water.
>As you stare out the window, a hoof comes into view, and then another.
>A familiar, if slightly darker than usual blue, though that's probably a trick of the light.
>Dash must have gotten off work early.
>Opening the window, you lean out to tease the flying mare.
>Only to get jabbed in the forehead.
"Agh!"
>Falling back, you hold a hand to your head and try to clear your vision.
>As you do, you see an unfamiliar figure standing on her hind legs over your sink.
>"Attention human!"
>You blink.
"Huh?"
>Cape billowing in the wind, the mare crosses her hooves over her chest.
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie is here to demand her Great and Powerful Dicking!"
>...What?


"What the heck?"
>You shout, still holding a hand to your head.
>Quickly you pull your finger back to make sure you aren't bleeding
>you aren't
>before hopping to your feet and pointing an accusing finger at the intruding mare.
"Are you doing lurking outside my house?"
>The Great and Powerful Trixie seems to falter a little at your question.
>Either that or the fact that her hoof slips on the slick metal of the sink and lands in the basin, sending her back onto all fours.
>Shaking her head, she grins.
>"Foalish human, Trixie is here to extract the joys of copulation from your person!"
>Growling, you wave her off.
"Whatever, I don't even know you."
>Trixie's eyes widen as she gasps.
>"You, claim not to know the GREAT and POWERFUL TR-R-R-RIXIE?"
>Checking your forehead again for blood, you scowl.
"I don't know any Trixie. And is the tongue roll really necessary?"
>Trixie scowls and hops down from the sink to the floor.
>"I suppose it's not that surprising. Ponyville IS so far removed from any decent sense of culture that you can be forgiven for not knowing my name. But soon, Trixie shall have your male organ all to herself, for her own pleasure!"
>What is wrong with this mare, seriously?
>Shaking your head, you point towards the window.
"Well if you're going to be rude to the ponies who took me in, you can show your Crude and Enormous Flank out the way you came."
>The blue unicorn's jaw drops as she stares at you.
>"Wh-what did you say about Trixie's foxy form? You should know that Trixie does not grace just anypony with her presence!"
"Look, I'm getting really tired of you and your mouth."
>You point to the window again.
"I don't know who told you about my little operation, but it's pretty clear you're an out of towner. I'm not interested, so skedaddle."
>Trixie stares for a moment longer, then averts her eyes and gulps.
>"T-Trixie saw the purple pony teacher leave her class in the hooves of another teacher. And Trixie saw how you"

>A pause as the unicorn shudders.
"R-ravished her and made her admit her darkest secrets. Trixie too wishes to be lulled into a state of supreme pleasure!"
>Rushing across the room, she plops herself down in front of you and shoots you a look.
>Big purple eyes stare up at you, quivering ever so slightly.
>...Damn ponies.
>You sigh and rub your forehead again.
>She left a mark, you're sure of it.
>But you even with all of that, you can't really deny her, especially if she's going to pay.
"We'll bang, okay?"
>Trixie squeals and hugs your leg.
>"Wonderful! Trixie will top, now hurry upstairs!"
"Woah, woah!"
>You boot the tugging technicolor pony off.
"Hang on a second. Since you're an out of towner I'm going to have to ask you to pay up front."
>Trixie blinks a few times, pursing her lips and raising an eyebrow.
>"Pay? The Great and Powerful Trixie does not pay for simple services."
>Oh, that's it.
>Reaching down, you pick the unicorn up by the scruff of her neck and carry her for the door.
>With a squeal of terror, Trixie flails futilely in your grip.
>As the door swings open, she shouts.
>"Trixie has no money with which to pay you!"
"I know, that's why I'm about to give you the boot."
>"Th-the boot?"
>You nod and switch over to a two handed grip.
>Cocking your leg back, you prepare to dropkick the little-
>"WAIT! I can pay!"
>Despite her comment, you hold her out in front of you for a few seconds more before pulling her back to your side.
"Pay with what? You said you don't have any money."
>Glancing about, Trixie wets her lips and does her best to strike a seductive pose.
>"T-Trixie's body?"
"Nope."
>Cocking the boot back again, you hear the unicorn squeak.
>"Then, let me do something for you!"
"Can you keep house?"
>Trixie glances about and then nods, still with an obvious note of uncertainty.
"Good enough."

>Pulling her back in, you shut the door behind you and put her back on the ground.
>Immediately, Trixie begins to puff herself up again.
>"How DARE you lay your hands on the Great and Powe-AH!"
>A quick flick to the snout sends the unicorn reeling back onto her haunches.
>Holding her hooves over her muzzle she looks up at you through tear stung eyes.
>"But, why...?"
"Because if you're keeping house, I'm the one in charge here. Now go clean up the kitchen."
>"But..."
"And then the bed sheets, they're pretty soiled."
>"Trixie thou-"
"And then we'll see if you can cook while I put the D in Dash."
>The blue pony pouts and farrows her brow.
>"But what about Trixie's dickings?"
>Crossing your arms over your chest, you smirk.
"An honest day's work for an honest day's lay. I'm not going to have you skip out once you get what you want."
>Scowling, Trixie mumbles to herself and stomps off towards the kitchen.
>Just in time too, as there's an excited knocking at the door.
>Popping it open, you see Dash who's quick to bounce up into your arms.
>"Hey there Anon! You ready to..."
>As she steps inside, she sniffs the air a few times and frowns.
>"Uh, quick question though?"
>Turning her gaze upwards, she seems to scowl.
>"Why's this place stink like a Wonderbolt locker room?"

>With a grin, you tell her about your brilliant idea to whore yourself out to the needy mares of Ponyville for some quick dosh.
>Rainbow's expression never changes as she listens, bobbing her head occasionally.
>Once you finish, she stares at you for a little while longer and then pushes past you, walking outside again.
>Wait, what?
"Dash?"
>The pegasus mare turns back to you and smiles.
>"That, that's a really cool idea that you had, Anon. I'm sure it'll do a whole lot for you, but I think I need a little time to process it, you know?"
>Frowning, you step out after her.
"Dash, come on. It's just sex."
>Rainbow bites her lip and nods.
>"Yeah. I know."
>And then she's gone, like a multicolor streak into the gathering night.
>You stand out on your porch for a while longer, wondering what just happened when Trixie's voice calls out from the kitchen.
>"Human! Trixie believes she is need of your assistance!"
>Shaking your head, you walk back inside the house and figure you'll hash all of this out later.
>The sound of a shattering dish gives your feet wings as you hurry to the kitchen.
"Dagnabit Trixie! No dicking for you tonight!"
>"B-but!"
"I said no!"
>Even with a broken dish, it's been a good first day.