>With a mix of embarrassment and shame, Moss Moon tries to hide her estrus from you
>"You take the bed," she tells you, "it's too small for the both of us. Really, it's... it's not a problem."
>She lies on the floor of the inn room you're sharing, covering herself with a tattered blanket
>You can hear her shivering and soft panting as she does her best to go to sleep
>Both of you lie awake in the dark, as the cold night drags on
>The room fills with the scent of her horniness
>The soft sounds of her suffering continue for over an hour.
>Finally, you sit up.
>She quiets immediately, as if holding her breath.
>"Moss Moon?" you ask.
>At first she says nothing, as if trying to decide whether or not she should pretend to be asleep. Then: "Yeah?"
>"I know you're… having a hard time," you say. "I want to help you."
>She doesn't make a sound, aside from a quickening in her breath.
>"I'm - I'm fine, really," she says, flustered. "It'll pass, it's only a cold…"
>You lie on the edge of the bed, looking down into the darkness where her dim shape lies. "Then let me warm you up."
>Her breathing gets even heavier, and she lets out a little gasp when she hears you climb down onto the floor
>"A-Anon, wait," she chokes out. You can just barely make out the back of her head, held rigid as she stares away from you, as if she's paralyzed by nervousness
>When she doesn't say anything else, you try to be encouraging
>"Can I touch you?" you ask. "I won't do anything you don't want me to do. If you ask me to stop, I will. I promise."
>"I'm not afraid," she says. "Of… of you, I mean. I'm just - I've never…."
>You reach out to touch her shoulder. "It's okay…"
>As soon as your fingers touch her skin, she starts suddenly, as if you'd just struck her
>You pull away quickly, at first fearing that you'd done something wrong
>But after a moment, you gather the courage to reach out again
>This time, she still jolts when you touch her, but much less violently
>The poor pony is trembling like a leaf
>"Is this all right?" you ask, gently resting your hand on her shoulder
>She whimpers her assent: "Mhm," and gasps sharply when you brush her forelimb
>Little moans escape her lips as your fingers trace over her neck
>Then you are pulling her into your embrace, blanket and all, and laying her in your lap
>She kisses you once, her mouth finding yours in the darkness, fangs brushing your lips
>You ghost your hand over her sensitive belly, eliciting a cry of pleasure. "Aah~h-!"
>The smell of her is overwhelmingly musky, the air heavy with it
>Clearly she is tremendously aroused, but you don't want to rush her
>Her heart is hammering in her chest, and she's panting now, hot breath on your neck
>You hoist her up in your arms and carry her the few steps over the bed, where gently you lay her down
>She melts at your kiss, still shaking as your hands caress every part of her strong body
>No one has ever touched her in this way before; it must all feel so new to her
>Your touch on her limbs, her neck, her stomach
>Gliding over her sturdy thighs, scratching them lightly with your nails
>You can feel the wetness in her eyes when she presses her face hard against you
>She whispers your name, both thankful and pleading
>Your lips brush her neck just as your hand slips between her legs
>Softly you cup her crotch, feeling the heat and the wet of her estrus, and her uncontrollable winking as it sucks at your palm
>With just the tip of your finger you being to gently massage her swollen clitoris, kissing her neck as you do
>Her whimpering cries grow more feverish
>"It's okay," you whisper into her ear, knowing that she's holding back. "Make as much noise as you want."
>You gradually try to increase your pace, but in her hyperaroused state it doesn't take her long to orgasm
>She wraps her forelimbs around you and squeezes tightly, moaning into your shoulder before sinking her teeth into your flesh
>Her body presses into you, hard, humping you with each powerful contraction of her ass as she cums
>You feel what must be a torrent of her marejuices as she spurts against you, and she bites hard into your skin
>When she finally releases you, she lets out a choked sob, and then a little laughter, as she buries her face against your chest
>"Here," you say, offering the wound on your shoulder
>You're surprised; it doesn't even hurt
>Timidly she laps up your blood
>When she's finished, she looks up at you with her big, golden eyes
>"Anon…," she says, still shaky, struggling to get the words out. "T-Thank you. No one's ever… done that for me."
>You kiss her in response, enjoying her soft moan as the kiss deepens, and your hand twines with her messy green mane
>Together you lie on the bed, holding one another
>Moss Moon's trembling gradually ceases, her body relaxing, her breathing slowing
>At last, finally satisfied in her time of estrus
>Soon you both are fast asleep, no longer alone in the cold, dark night
