CB- Ch.4- Estrus: Day 1-2

Close Bonds: Chapter 4

 

It's an early Tuesday morning. The air is brisk, and the smell of wet grass is in the air.

 

The winter wrap-up team was a tad early this year. Not that you mind. You rather enjoy spring.

 

You soon arrive at your destination. You step through the hospital doors, expecting the usual greeting. However, things are a little different today.

 

"Psst! Ivan!"

 

You look over to the receptionist's desk, easily recognizing Cream's somewhat hushed voice.

 

As you approach, you notice her stifling a giggle. Curious, you ask, "What's so funny, Cream?"

 

She motions into the hallway with her snout. You look, and see nothing in particular.

 

"It's a hallway, Cream. I don't see what's so great about it."

 

She facehooves. "Don't be a doodle-head, Ivan. I was pointing towards Lyra's office."

 

"And?"

 

"And I think the fake pen might have worked."

 

A devious grin forms on your lips. You lean forward, "How do you know?"

 

She mirrors your expression. "She hasn't said a word all day."

 

You nod, a silent 'Gotcha.' Turning, you go down the hallway, and without knocking, you open Lyra's door.

 

You know that bothers her. It's why you did it. The first thing she does is whip around, ready to reprimand you. But her mouth stays shut.

 

Silently, she turns back around. You grin.

 

This is going to be fun.

 

"Hey, Lyra." She doesn't answer, and instead takes a sip of whatever's in her foam cup.

 

You begin by looking into her trash can.

 

Hm. Not a lot in here this morning. I'll just have to make do with what's available.

 

You dump the contents of her trash out onto the floor, and arrange it in a neat little smiley face.

 

After a few minutes, she glances over her shoulder to see what you're doing. She sees the tipped over trashcan and the papers spread about the floor, and puts two and two together.

 

With her magic, the trashcan is repositioned against the wall, and its contents put back into their rightful place.

 

Aw. Guess you'll just have to think of something else.

 

You walk up next to her, loudly slamming your palms on her desk. The whole flimsy wood structure shakes, and the cups falls over.

 

Her drink spills off the desk and dribbles onto her lap, eliciting a gasp. And for the briefest moment, you see it.

 

Just for the briefest of moments, she opens her mouth. Her teeth are blue.

 

She's staring at you now. Her eyes. Those golden eyes stare straight into your soul.

 

She knows you've seen her ink-stained teeth now, and no longer cares. She snarls, curling her upper lip.

 

"You. Little. Son of a bitch!"

 

And that's it. You're out the door.

 

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You silently walk past the receptionist's desk, keeping your eyes straight ahead of you. Out your peripheral vision, you see Cream shoots you a concerned look.

 

You stop for a moment, and signal for her to follow you. She does so, and the two of you walk out the front door.

 

You go around the corner of the hospital building. Then, looking at Cream, you sigh.

 

Then burst out laughing.

 

Her eyes light up, and she joins you. This time, she knows what she's laughing at.

 

Wiping tears from her eyes, she finally pops the question. "So, it worked?"

 

You nod, chuckling. "Yeah. Her teeth were blue, Cream! Blue!"

 

The two of you burst out laughing again, and for the second time this week receive stares from passing ponies. After a bit more of this, you finally calm down enough to ask, "So what did that trick pen do to her?"

 

She smirks. "When you use it, the back end sprays ink everywhere. I was worried it might make Lyra sick, but she seems okay, right?"

 

"Okay as Lyra'll ever be, I'm sure," you chuckle.

 

The two of you sit there for a moment, relishing the taste of a successful prank.

 

Finally, from Cream, "We should probably get back inside now."

 

"Yeah, we should."

 

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The walk home isn't even worth thinking about.

 

Cream had to stay late for some reason or another. She explained, but you didn't care to listen.

 

It was kind of boring. Nopony was outside today. It gave you time to think. Too much time, in your opinion.

 

You almost dread going back home to Rainbow, mean as it sounds. You recall the fight the two of you had not a week ago.

 

She was secretly crying out for attention then, though.

 

Just like she is now, you guess. Probably in a less subtle way.

 

Scary thing is, she's pretty physical. In a normal state of mind, she wouldn't touch you without your consent. When she's in heat, however...

 

>rape

 

Not that being raped by Rainbow Dash would be a bad thing.

 

Just not your ideal 'first time' with her.

 

You soon arrive at your own front door. All these thoughts are making you a little uneasy.

 

Just stick it out, man. Be brave.

 

You open the door, and-

 

Holy bacon stuffed Celestia.

 

The house. It's clean. Cleaner, even, than before Rainbow moved in.

 

Which isn't exactly saying much, but a big improvement nonetheless.

 

"Ivan! You're home!"

 

You're greeted by a very cheery cyan pegasus, who flutters up to eye level and pecks you on the cheek.

 

You return the gesture, giving her a kiss of your own. She giggles, and flies off towards the kitchen.

 

Is this what estrus is always like?

 

If so, you can't wait for next month.

 

You hear a honey-sweet voice call out, "I made a salad earlier, the kind that you like with the cheese in it. There should be some left in the fridge, help yourself to it if you're hungry."

 

You walk into the dining area. Dash holds the fridge door open for you.

 

"Wow, thanks, Rainbow."

 

She does a polite bow, similar to a curtsy, and heads off into her room.

 

You take the bowl of salad out of the refrigerator, and scoop some into a smaller bowl. After replacing the salad, you begin to eat.

 

"This is... Fucking good."

 

She's obviously a better chef than she lets on. It's a lettuce salad, with onions, cheese, and vinegarette dressing being the main flavorings. Garbanzo beans are also spread generously throughout.

 

A melodic voice flows from the hallway. "Oh, Ivan, could you come here, please?"

 

"Give me a second," you call back. Your stomach grumbles as it leaves its meal. You assure it that you will be back.

 

You take soft steps down the hall. You soon come to her door, and knock.

 

"Come in..."

 

Doing so, you turn the knob and step inside. The sight that greets you make your jaw drop.

 

Rainbow Dash is on her back, legs spread apart, showing you her...

 

Oh Celestia, I can't look away.

 

She's wearing striped rainbow-colored socks, which your penis observes, go all the way up to her mid-thighs. "Hey, Ivan," she says in a seductive voice, teasingly rubbing the area where the top of the sock ends, "I need some help taking these off."

 

You stand there, mouth agape. She winks at you; thankfully, with her eye.

 

After a few seconds of incomprehensibility, you slam the door shut.

 

You sit down, back against the door.

 

Ivan, you're so stupid. Why didn't you just explain to her the 'not yet' idea? Instead, you fucking slammed the door in her face. She's gonna be pissed.

 

…Well, I'm pretty sure if I had gone any closer, I wouldn't have been able to help it. We would've fucked.

 

Speaking of which, you adjust your now extremely tight pants.

 

Fucking Rainbow Dash.

 

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You sit at the dinner table, eating the rest of the leftover salad Dash made.

 

She still hasn't come out to dinner.

 

Tomorrow's gonna be a hell of a day.

 

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Tomorrow comes.

 

Rainbow, of course, still wasn't out of her room when you got up.

 

You woke up extra early to ensure that.

 

Reading the news, you take a sip of coffee. You don't normally have caffeine, but you figure you'll need it for today.

 

You set the morning paper down on the table. Unfortunately, the corner of the newspaper lands on the edge of your bowl of cereal, flicking Magic-Charms and milk all across the table's surface.

 

"Shit," you mutter, holding the soaked newspaper by the corner. A little marshmallow horseshoe slides off the fine print and lands in your lap.

 

After a bit of cleaning up, you decide it's time to leave soon. With this extra time, you plan to go to the post office before work.

 

You look down the hall, and your eyes catch the outer edge of Rainbow's door.

 

Should you check on her? You ask yourself. Suppose you wake her. How will she react?

 

She would probably either beat you to a pulp, or rape you.

 

To be fair, she's in estrus. She can't really think straight.

 

A random thought pops into your brain. Do ponies use tampons?

 

You try to shake it off, but the idea just stays stuck. You eventually concede, and decide to ponder the question.

 

If ponies used tampons, wouldn't you see them? Or at least a string hanging out of-

 

Okay, enough. You've never seen that, so they must not use them.

 

…

 

You've never seen a mare dripping blood in public, either.

 

Ugh, don't even think about that…

 

You look down the hall at Rainbow's room again.

 

...You know, if you go in there, and she's not under the blankets, you may find out...

 

Yeah, Ivan. Slam the door on a mare showing you her marehood, just to wake up extra early the next morning to see it yourself. Makes a lot of sense, doesn't it?

 

You're out the door in a minute or so.

 

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You always seem to get to the post office at the right time. Nopony's here, except for the mare at the shipping desk, who looks like she could use a mug of coffee herself.

 

You pull out the key to box number وશૂέಮ, and stick the teeth into the lock.

 

The lock is stuck...

 

"Dammit," you mutter, jerking back and forth on the key. Soon, you realize a pair of blue eyes are watching you.

 

"Uh, hey Pinkie," you say, pulling the key out a little embarrassedly.

 

"Hey Ivan! Need some help?"

 

You're going to ask how she can be of any help, but settle on nodding your head.

 

She waves you aside, face determined. Why, you don't know. Then, she lets out a disgusting SNRXK and spits right into the keyhole.

 

"There! Try it now!" she orders, beaming.

 

Tepidly, you stick the key in and turn the lock. To your surprise and slight disgust, it works.

 

Thanking her, you open up the mailbox. Before you can even blink, each and every envelope and magazine is individually checked and thrown on the floor.

 

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure none of those are important..."

 

"Ooh, it's a letter from Twilight!" Pinkie squeals, holding up a violet envelope.

 

"Yeah, it is," you say, attempting to swipe it away from her. She quickly turns her back to you, then opens up the letter.

 

"Dear Ivan Wal- Ivan Walk-"

 

"Walczyk."

 

"Dear Ivan Waltsick," she reads.

 

She then tosses the letter over her shoulder. "She wants to know why you haven't turned in your citizen application."

 

You roll your eyes, sighing. It was kind of unavoidable.

 

"So what're you gonna do?" Pinkie asks.

 

You shrug. "Tell her that I couldn't get the application in, but that I'll do it later? I dunno."

 

She gasps. "But that would be a lie!"

 

Not this crap again...

 

"Not exactly. I could tell her that Rainbow was sick yesterday, and that's why I couldn't turn it in. And I will eventually get to turning that in."

 

"Wait. Rainbow's sick?"

 

You scratch the back of your head. "Uh, yeah. She's sick, and I had to stay home for her."

 

Pinkie frowns. "There's something you're not telling me..."

 

You feign annoyance. "Pinkie, I'm serious. She really is sick."

 

"Pinkie promise!"

 

The mare at the shipping desk is awake.

 

You sigh. "Cross my heart, hope to fly, spear my eye with a cupcake."

 

She eyes you suspiciously. Then, very quietly, she whispers into your ear, "Do you know what happens to ponies who break a Pinkie promise?"

 

Goosebumps run down your back, making you shiver. "Alright, alright. Just, don't tell anypony I said this. I'm only telling you because I know you'll find out anyways."

 

Either that or murder me.

 

She quickly returns to her bubbly self. "Okay!"

 

Celestia, it's creepy how fast she can change moods. She could kill someone, and then throw a party for their mother in the same day.

 

"Well?" Pinkie cocks her head.

 

You shake yourself from your thoughts. "Sorry. Well, about Rainbow..."

 

"Yeah?"

 

"If you really need to know... It's... It's that time of the month for her."

 

She gasps. "Oh! Well, that's serious!"

 

You nod. "Uh-huh."

 

"You have my complete confidentiality assurance!"

 

"Good." You plaster on a smile, and tuck your mailbox key into your pocket.

 

"You've been 'pleasing' her, right?"

 

You're a bit shocked at the question. "Um, why would you need to know that?"

 

"Nevermind," she answers, turning away. "Is the sex good?"

 

"God, Pinkie," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

 

"Wait!" she calls, as you walk out the door.

 

You let the glass doors shut behind you, finally rid of that invasive little ball of energy.

 

Meanwhile, as you hurry down the street...

 

"Wait!" Pinkie calls, "You forgot your mail!" The front door to the post office shuts behind you, rendering you unable to hear her.

 

"Oh well," she hums, "I'll just pick it up and give it to h- Ooh, what's this?" She blushes, and begins to giggle.

 

"I'm sure he won't mind if I borrow this for awhile..." she says, slyly tucking away this week's issue of Weightlifter's Dojo into a secret pocket of her saddlebag.

 

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After a good five minute's worth of speed walking, you check behind you.

 

No Pinkie.

 

Letting loose a relieved breath of air, you return to your normal pace. Wouldn't want to arrive at work early now, would you?

 

"Ivan?"

 

You whip around, sure that the pink menace has somehow caught up to you. Instead, you find a somewhat frightened butterscotch mare, cowering behind her pink mane.

 

She squeaks. "D-Did I do something wrong?"

 

  You roll your eyes, sighing. "No, it's not you. Sorry, I'm just a bit on edge right now."

 

"Aww," she coos, trotting up to you and taking your hand. She looks you in the eye, all concern. "Would you like to talk about it?"

 

You smile. "Tea time?"

 

She mirrors your expression. "Does three o' clock sound good?"

 

"Nah. I get off work at three-thirty."

 

She drops your hand, and rubs her chin. "Hm. Three forty-five, then?"

 

"See you there," you say, walking off in your respective direction. She waves to you, and does the same.

 

You don't know what it is, but something seems to click between you and that pony.

 

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After work, as promised, you walk over to Fluttershy's cottage.

 

It's kind of a pain, her living all the way across town from the hospital. But the walk is nice.

 

"Milky!"

 

You whip around, prepared to counter some crazy attack. Instead, you find Scootaloo sitting calmly on the ground, as if in a peace offering.

 

You walk up to her cautiously, knowing that something's off.

 

"Hey, Scootaloo. What's up?"

 

"I heard Rainbow Dash was sick!" She jumps up on you and balances on her hind hooves, leaning on your leg.

 

Dammit, Pinkie... "Yeah, she's sick. But don't worry, she'll be fine."

 

She's still tugging at your pant leg. "Are you sure? How long has she been sick? What kind of sick?"

 

"Yes, I'm sure, she'll be fine. And she's been sick for," you count on your fingers, "three days."

 

"And what kind of sick is she?"

 

You groan. You were trying to avoid that question.

 

"Uh... I think this is something your parents should teach you, before I do."

 

She rolls her eyes, and gets off of you. "First of all, Ivan, I'm almost thirteen. I don't think there's anything you can teach me that I don't already know."

 

"And secondly...?"

 

She turns away for a second. She's trying to hide it, but you see her wipe her eyes. When she turns back to you, she almost looks angry. "Just... don't ask about my parents."

 

"Alright," you consent, not wanting to upset her. The two of you walk on in silence for a while, the conversation killed by the little incident that just occurred. Just by the way she walks, you can tell that something's troubling her.

 

Finally, you hear Scootaloo let out her frustrations in a deep breath.

 

"So, Ivan, where are you going?"

 

Her starting the conversation surprises you. You jump on the chance to get her talking, "Well, I'm going to Fluttershy's. The walk's kind of long, I know, but unfortunately, I work all the way on the opposite side of town." You mentally stop for a second, something coming to mind. "Where are you going?"

 

She shrugs. "Following you, I guess." When you smirk at her, she blushes and immediately follows with, "Got nothin' to do. Sweetie Belle's helping Rarity with something boring, and Applebloom said she has to go work on the farm today. Also boring."

 

You tsk, shaking your head. Scootaloo notices this, and scowls. "What are you 'tsk-ing' about?"

 

"Come on, Scoots. We're friends. You don't need an excuse to talk to me."

 

She blushes even deeper, and you laugh at her expense.

 

The two of you fill the rest of the walk with idle chat. She tells you about life at school, and you find that though she puts on a tomboyish image, she talks just like a woman: a lot.

 

You decide to have fun with her, since you can barely get a word in anyway. Every time she mentions a colt, you go, 'Oh... Tell me more about him,' or smile and say 'Mm-hmmm. Go on.' You wouldn't be surprised if she and Rainbow were somehow related; by the time she had exhausted all her immediately recallable stories, you had bruises all over your left calf.

 

Before you know it, you're at the edge of town, near Fluttershy's cottage.

 

"Well, Scoots, we're here."

 

You can see a disappointed look on her face, as if she had been having fun. You know you were.

 

"Aw. Do you think Fluttershy'll mind if I... Well,  since I have nothing to do, do you think-"

 

You ruffle her hair. "It's not polite to invite yourself into other ponies' homes. Although, I'm sure she wouldn't mind; we're just having a tea meeting."

 

She raises an eyebrow, grinning deviously. "You mean a tea party?"

 

You blush slightly. "If that's what you wanna call it..."

 

She snorts. "Isn't that... for girls?"

 

"Nope. We discuss important topics, some politics, and-"

 

"Sounds boring. I'll see ya later."

 

She trots off, wings flapping a little at first, but not really lifting her off the ground. It reminds you of your nickname for her, and you yell, "See ya, chicken!"

 

She sticks her tongue out at you. The two of you share a smile for a moment, then she trots off, a slight skip to her step.

 

You turn back to Fluttershy's house. Who do you find standing in the door, watching you?

 

"Aww," she coos, looking upon you with soft eyes. Your ears heat up, and you quickly walk past her into her simple abode.

 

 

Author's Note:

 

More was going to be put into this chapter, but then I decided I was just going to post it now instead of making you guys wait.

 

Thanks to hwrogers for proofreading!

 

Edit: Something I forgot to mention concerning the clop scene!

 

Okay, so basically, I got the notion that you guys would like to see clop for this story. So I'm going to write some. However, I'm conflicted on how I will present the clop scene. Here are my ideas:

 

A.)Post an NSFW chapter on my pastebin

 

B.)Integrate it into the next chapter, and change the rating to 'mature'

 

C.)Post a separate chapter containing the clop scene. Will I have to change the rating to 'mature' then?

 

Your thoughts, and any better ideas will be welcome.