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# Breakfast - In heat

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1. >You are Shimmer Light.
2. >... Most ponies, while in heat, lose control of themselves.
3. >You, however, keep your composure completely.
4. >... And while you become incredibly weak in the cold, you become incredibly powerful in heat.
5. >"Heat" meaning both warm weather conditions as well as wanting to hump anything with the ability to move.
6. >... Not that you have that urge.
7. >You have control.
8. >You also have a bag of groceries in your mouth.
9. >... Your house is almost completely void of food, you had no choice but to go shopping.
10. >Currently, you're halfway home.
11. >The only ponies in sight are... the foals you always see together, the chubby moth you usually see with them and... that bat-moth freak?
12. >You thought he had a sign on him saying "Do not allow near children, for they may get cut on all of his edges", why is he even near them?
13. >Either way, he doesn't look too happy. The chubby one seems to be pampering him with more attention than she's giving the foals.
14. >The foals, by the way, are climbing all over him. No wonder he doesn't look happy.
15. >You'd probably feel sorry for him, if you didn't hate him.
16. >The orange foal stops climbing for a bit to stare at you as you pass by.
17. >She's one of the only ponies who seems to notice you in your daily life.
18. >Maybe she's the only one foolish enough to care.
19. >You don't care about them, they shouldn't care about you.
20. >Their incessant babbling dies down as the distance between you grows.
21. >You don't get peace, however, for you spot a group of moth mares walking on the other side of the street.
22. >The group consists of the dull brown one, the yellow-yellow one, the one with green mane and tail, the brown and white one, and... the peach one; you haven't seen her in quite a while.
23. >The dull brown one seems to be a bit away from the group but is still part of it; the brown-white one is riding on the green-haired one; and the peach one is sighing obnoxiously.
24. >"It's too bad Hexy doesn't want to hang out, she really would've loved it..."
25. >Hexferry turned down being with them? Maybe you're getting to her after all.
26. >The yellow one decides it's her turn to speak up.
27. >"And Meisa's sick..."
28. >This makes the peach one sigh even louder than before.
29. >Eavesdropping is fun and all, but these mares won't say anything you care about any time soon.
30. >You stop listening and keep walking.
31. >...
32. >A white moth stallion passes by you at an alarming speed with a jar of what you assume is nectar in his grasp.
33. >Not soon after, another stallion, whose colors remind you of a bee, rushes past you with a look of extreme anger on his face.
34. >"Virgo, I swear, if you don't give it back right now..."
35. >His yelling fades out as he chases after the white one.
36. >...
37. >Your house is now in sight.
38. >With the knowledge Hexferry didn't want to be with her friends, you have confidence you won't see her leave her as she leaves her house today.
39. >The sound of an opening door disturbs your peace.
40. >... You've been wrong before, much to your dismay.
41. >Hexferry wobbles out of her house, staggering as though she's trying to hurry but physically can't.
42. >She's breathing heavily and she looks... hot, as though she's burning up.
43. >She stops to catch her breath a few meters in front of you.
44. >"Hey..."
45. >...
46. >Is she seriously talking to you?
47. >She raises her head to look directly at you.
48. >"Did you..." she pauses to pant heavily. "Did you see Caramel? I... have to apologize to her."
49. >You weren't aware you did, but you stopped just ahead of Hexferry.
50. >She's probably talking about one of the mares in the group.
51. >...
52. >You shake your head and walk around her.
53. >Hexferry groans and begins her journey to catch up with the mares.
54. >You turn around to see her progre-
55. >... She's in heat.
56. >Just like you.
57. >There's no way she'll get to them.
58. >... Your thoughts take some unwanted paths.
59. >The rest of your time in heat is completely uninteresting.

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>You are Shimmer Light. >... Most ponies, while in heat, lose control of themselves. >You, however, keep your composure completely. >... And while you become incredibly weak in the cold, you become incredibly powerful in heat. >"Heat" meaning both warm weather conditions as well as wanting to hump anything with the ability to move. >... Not that you have that urge. >You have control. >You also have a bag of groceries in your mouth. >... Your house is almost completely void of food, you had no choice but to go shopping. >Currently, you're halfway home. >The only ponies in sight are... the foals you always see together, the chubby moth you usually see with them and... that bat-moth freak? >You thought he had a sign on him saying "Do not allow near children, for they may get cut on all of his edges", why is he even near them? >Either way, he doesn't look too happy. The chubby one seems to be pampering him with more attention than she's giving the foals. >The foals, by the way, are climbing all over him. No wonder he doesn't look happy. >You'd probably feel sorry for him, if you didn't hate him. >The orange foal stops climbing for a bit to stare at you as you pass by. >She's one of the only ponies who seems to notice you in your daily life. >Maybe she's the only one foolish enough to care. >You don't care about them, they shouldn't care about you. >Their incessant babbling dies down as the distance between you grows. >You don't get peace, however, for you spot a group of moth mares walking on the other side of the street. >The group consists of the dull brown one, the yellow-yellow one, the one with green mane and tail, the brown and white one, and... the peach one; you haven't seen her in quite a while. >The dull brown one seems to be a bit away from the group but is still part of it; the brown-white one is riding on the green-haired one; and the peach one is sighing obnoxiously. >"It's too bad Hexy doesn't want to hang out, she really would've loved it..." >Hexferry turned down being with them? Maybe you're getting to her after all. >The yellow one decides it's her turn to speak up. >"And Meisa's sick..." >This makes the peach one sigh even louder than before. >Eavesdropping is fun and all, but these mares won't say anything you care about any time soon. >You stop listening and keep walking. >... >A white moth stallion passes by you at an alarming speed with a jar of what you assume is nectar in his grasp. >Not soon after, another stallion, whose colors remind you of a bee, rushes past you with a look of extreme anger on his face. >"Virgo, I swear, if you don't give it back right now..." >His yelling fades out as he chases after the white one. >... >Your house is now in sight. >With the knowledge Hexferry didn't want to be with her friends, you have confidence you won't see her leave her as she leaves her house today. >The sound of an opening door disturbs your peace. >... You've been wrong before, much to your dismay. >Hexferry wobbles out of her house, staggering as though she's trying to hurry but physically can't. >She's breathing heavily and she looks... hot, as though she's burning up. >She stops to catch her breath a few meters in front of you. >"Hey..." >... >Is she seriously talking to you? >She raises her head to look directly at you. >"Did you..." she pauses to pant heavily. "Did you see Caramel? I... have to apologize to her." >You weren't aware you did, but you stopped just ahead of Hexferry. >She's probably talking about one of the mares in the group. >... >You shake your head and walk around her. >Hexferry groans and begins her journey to catch up with the mares. >You turn around to see her progre- >... She's in heat. >Just like you. >There's no way she'll get to them. >... Your thoughts take some unwanted paths. >The rest of your time in heat is completely uninteresting.