It's springtime. Now that's normally your favorite season because all the good produce starts up again, but as a pegasus mare.. it's also estrus season.
 
And right now you're a day an a half in heat. You and your owner spent all of yesterday going at it like... animals in heat. And this morning, you woke him in that special way, and he didn't seem to mind much. But it's been half an hour since...
 
He's sitting at his desk, looking at his computer. You're not sure at what, because you're a tad distracted idly grinding away at one of his pillows and looking at him expectantly. He's ignoring you, though. This goes on for a little while, but it's clear that as wet as the pillow is getting, it's not going to do it for you. You let out a soft moan, asking for some more of his attention, but he doesn't respond.
 
You leap off the bed and snake your way between his legs, brushing your wings up against his calves, reveling the soft fabric of his pajamas against your feathers.
 
"Hi daydreams." He says flatly.
 
"Hi~" You try you best to sound seductive and not just desperate. You fail.
 
"I'm working."
 
"Okay, I'm just keeping you company!" You hop up into his lap and try to look cute.
 
"I'm not going to have sex with you."
 
"I wasn't thinking about sex!" You plead. He stares at you skeptically. "Okay... But... are you sure?"
 
"Yes; I'm still sore from yesterday and I have to get work done."
 
"...Please?" You whine. It's not very persuasive, but right now your mind is focused on how you need something hard and passionate inside of you and not focused on good pickup lines.
 
"No, Day. Go away."
 
You position yourself in front of his computer, swishing your tail in his face.
 
He pushes you away, down on to the floor.
 
You know you shouldn't, but you're in such a needy mood right now that you sna at him. "Fine! If you're such a limp dick I'll go find someone else who can keep up with me!"
 
You're about to leap away and maybe follow through on your threat, but he reaches down and drags you close by your collar. "If you're going to be crazy and insult me, I'm going to put you away."
 
You're crazy with need right now. You bite him in desperation. You didn't want to hurt him or anything, but you're just so frustrated right now you couldn't help it. You feel him wince in pain and immediately he forces you down into a sitting position on the carpet. "Stay." He commands, as he gets up and leaves the room for a moment. Even now you can understand he's serious.
 
He returns with a large wooden spoon from the kitchen. "You're being awful right now, Day. You're getting in your way, you instulted me, and worst of all, you bit me. Get up and hold still and you might only get five."
 
You're whimpering, but shakily rise to your hooves. He draws his hand back and strikes you with the flat end of the spoon, hard, right across your sensitive posterior. It hurts, a lot, and you cry out in pain.
 
"One. I am your owner, you belong to me."
 
He strikes again, and You can't help but leap forward.
 
"Two. I care for you, and you will respect that."
 
You grit your teeth and brace against the next.
 
"Three. You will not insult me."
 
Pain blossoms from your cheeks, and you can feel them turning red, even under your pale blue coat.
 
"Four. You will never bite me that hard again."
 
Your actual cheeks are turning red now, too. You can feel tears forming, all of the sensations your body is undergoing just overloading your brain. In this wildness, even the spanking begins to feel wonderful. You look forward to the next as it lands.
 
"Five. Understood?"
 
You moan, half in pain, and half in ecstasy. You raise your rear higher and swish your tail aside, revealing an aching marehood, asking for anything, even more spanks.
 
Instead, he just shakes his head and calmly picks you up.
 
"I guess not. You probably enjoyed that, but that's all you're getting. I'm going to leave you alone now until you at least learn to be civil."
 
He carries you over to your cage. It's a large, wire mesh cage, built for a large dog. It has plenty of room for a pegasus, but as he forces you in, closes the door, and snaps the lock shut, it feels incredibly confining. Almost immediately you're at the bars of the door, hooves clamoring away, your ass still ringing and your nethers still crying out in agony. You beg and plead with teary eyes, but he leaves, shutting the door to the room behind him, and you are alone.
 
You make desperate cries and shed tears. You turn in wild circles. You paw at yourself crudely with your hooves and try to reach yourself with your tongue, but all to no avail. You can not satisfy yourself. You kick at the door, but the metal doesn't give. You roll around and tear at your blankets with your teeth. You are a wild, mindless animal now, caged with no where to go. Nothing to do but suffer a pure, burning need for sex.
 
In every direction metal bars remind you of your status. You spend more time trying in vain to please yourself, but your body refuses to let you. Eventually, you bury you head under a maltreated and slightly damp blanket and try to regain some control. Anything to keep from trying to break out again and hurting yourself.
 
You loose track of time as you drift away into vivid, sexual daydreams. You feel every kind of lustful act you imagine, men, women, stallions, mares, just the two of you or as a group, using you until you are full and satisfied. You slip into into fitful sleep as you cross back and forth between imagination and dream, guided by pure lust.
 
After an eternity, You hear the door open. It's your owner. You must have completely lost track of time, because he's carrying a pair of bowls. He sets them down in front of your cage, leaving you to stare at the oats and water hungrily through the bars.
 
"Are you ready to be civil?"
 
You nod, not sure if you trust yourself to speak without it sounding like pleading for him to take you.
 
"Good. I brought you some lunch, and if you can get through it without humping anything I might even reward you a little." He undoes the lock and swings open the door to your cage. You stumble out slowly, try to focus on food and nothing else.
 
>oats oats oats oats sex oats oats
 
You must be doing okay, because he begins stroking your mane. It feels wonderful, and soon the food in front of you is forgotten as you begin pressing up into his fingers.
 
"You're probably going through a lot now, huh?"
 
You nod, scratching his fingers into your scalp now that he's stopped.
 
"I guess I can take a bit of time to take care of you..."
 
He picks you up gently and sets you in his lap. His fingers are divine as he begins working away all of the tangles your crazed struggles put into your mane. He takes his time, putting every hair in place, carefully undoing the many knots. You close your eyes and try to sit still, but your tail swishes away, almost like a dog's.
 
He follows the end of your mane down to your wings. At the instant he touches your feathers, your wings spring open, almost with an an audible "pomf".  He chuckles to himself as he begins to work over your feathers, starting with your abused flight feathers. He carefully straightens them, taking time to smooth over every ruffle and twist. Your wings are so sensitive, you feel everything. Each time he brushes against a pinion, it's like a ripple of pleasure straight down your spine. As he run his hands over an entire wing, it's like waves of warmth and joy.
 
His patient hands take their time with your feathers, all while you sink deeper into his lap - and into a fuzzy, mindless happiness. You're bobbing in a sea of warmth, dipping up each time he gently tugs a quill, and sinking back down as he smooths your ruffled wings. You think you're sighing with happiness, or whining, or maybe even purring, but you're enjoying this too much to care.
 
You almost don't notice as his hands continue down past the edges of your wings. He begins massaging your flanks, tracing circles around your cutie mark and pressing deep into your muscles. You completely lose yourself, and your body takes over. your tail flips up, exposing yourself, and you arch your back, your body pleading with him.
 
He takes the invitation this time, running his fingers across your waiting folds. You gasp and try to push against his finger, but he's ready and continues to dance lightly across your most sensitive regions, teasing you until you can't take it anymore and your moans of pleasure turn into a desperate whine. He looks down at you, flailing in need, tears down your face, and gives in.
 
He reaches deeper, his finger probing your every space, in and out, speeding up as you begin bucking against his hand. He slides an extra finger down, and you take it eagerly, riding it, pulling against it, feeling him reach deep inside you. The pressure inside of you is intoxicating, you want more. You want to be stretched and abused and to take him inside you.
 
His thumb starts dancing on your yearning clit and your body explodes in pleasure, like fireworks across your entire skin. And he doesn't stop. He accelerates further, even as you begin to beg and plead for him to slow down. The sensations get to be too much for your little equine brain, and you are left speechless, drooling on his lap, spilling your juices all over his hand as a trembling climax shakes you apart.
 
You're left panting in his hands as he strokes you softly. For the moment, you are satisfied, and utterly, utterly in love.
 
After a moment, he nudges you back towards your cage. You look up at him with pleading eyes. "Sorry, but I really have to get work done, and I can't let you out in the house until you've calmed down."
 
As he locks the door and leaves, you remember that your heat lasts for a week, at least. You put a hoof up to your cage and whine, before going back to trying to ignore your rapidly-returning horniness.