(Okay, this isn’t actually day 5 and 6 as I’ve time skipped them because fuck you, but because I didn’t want people to go looking for two days that weren’t there I added them to the title. So… without further ado, the last day of estrus.)
>Day 7 of estrus.
>And right now, you realize why you hated camping so much back on earth. Your back is rather stiff after sleeping on this fucking stretcher for the past three nights.
>And you use the term ‘sleeping’ lightly. How any of the mares Soarin brings back to his house sleep through his fucking snoring is a mystery.
>Then again… they probably get a workout beforehand.
>A quick glance at the foot of your bed shows a sleeping bundle of fur.
>At least someone’s getting some sleep in here apart from Soarin.
>You lay back into the bed and let your mind wander over the week’s events.
>The Canterlot chase.
>The Diamond Dogs’ caves.
>Jumping across Ghastly Gorge.
>Breaking three ribs.
>The shitty weather.
>…
>Yeah, this week had taken a turn for the worse but at least it was nearly over.
>The sound of the tent zipper catches your and Maya’s attention and you both watch as it begins its ascent to the roof. The opening parts and a familiar face pops through the flaps.
>Dr. W: “Anon, you and Soarin are on duty for the next stint, they’ll be expecting you in about half an hour.”
>Already?
>You let out a long sigh. “Thanks Dr. Whooves.”
>He gives you a small nod before exiting the tent.
>Welp.
>Time to wake sleeping beauty.
“Oi… fuck head.”
>Nothing.
>Of course…
>You pick up one of your shoes and lob it across the tent at the useless lump of pegasus over from you.
 
 
>He begins to stir and eventually sits up in his bed. “Did you just throw a shoe at me, dude?”
“Indeed.”
>Soar: “The buck did you do that for?”
“Because fuck you, that’s why. It’s nearly our turn for guard duty and I want something to eat before we go out.”
>He perks up at the mention of food but slumps back down at the realization of the ensuing guard duty. It wasn’t fun but everyone had to do it, and if it keeps your rape virginity intact then it’s a small price to pay.
>You flop out of bed and dress yourself quickly; some new clothes may be in order soon. Exiting the tent followed closely by Maya and Soarin, you make a beeline for the… food tent?
>There aren’t too many people eating at this time so the tent is relatively empty. You amble up to the counter and greet the stallion behind it.
“Morn’ Mr. Cake.”
>Mr. C: “Morning Anon, Soarin. What can I getcha?”
>Soar: “Apple pie thanks man.”
>You shouldn’t be surprised by Soarin’s eating habits after spending so long with him but… it’s just something you don’t understand. How can he eat like he does and still be one of the fastest fliers in Equestria?
>Magic…
>You’ve come to loathe that response but sometimes it’s better to just accept things rather than attempt to make sense of them.
“I’ll just have some cereal thanks, and something for Maya.”
>He gives you both a quick nod and disappears back into the depths of the cooking area. You and Soarin take a seat at a nearby table, that’s another thing you hate about camping, the rubbish furniture they use.
>Look at you, full of complaints today aren’t ya, Mr. Grumpy Pants.
>Soar: “This sucks.”
 
 
>The plan was to spend this week on the run in your car, but you’re stuck here for the remainder of the week because the stallions think your car is too loud and will blow the camp’s hiding spot.
“I know, I know… But there isn’t anything we can do about it, let’s just get this fucking day over with so we can head home.”
>Soarin opens his mouth to reply but stops as a pie lands on the table in front of him. You get your own dish of… cereal and milk. You have no idea what it’s called; you rarely had cereal at the palace.
>Looking down at Maya you see she has some form of dog biscuits. With everyone happy, you dig in to your cereal.
>It doesn’t take long to finish; you almost beat Soarin this time… almost. You both thank Mr. Cake and head out to the main station where Thunderlane was waiting for you.
>TL: “Took your buckin’ sweet time.”
“Oh fuck off, we’re here now. Go bring the rest in.”
>He glares at you and lets out an aggravated snort before taking off along the perimeter.
>Soar: “Guy’s a bucking dick.”
“Sure is.”
>Soarin takes off and heads towards his post while you stay with Maya at your own. You scan the woods lazily as your mind wanders aimlessly. Eventually you end up thinking about Celestia again. You can just picture her in a magically sealed room, clopping to the thought of your… manhood.
>You let out a small chuckle, that’d be something… But it does prompt another thought. Why do you keep thinking about her in… well, in that way? The species barrier still wasn’t completely broken for you, but she is… possibly one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on.
 
 
>Everyone says you two have a connection… albeit in a different set of words. To quote Soarin: ‘You two should just buck and get it over with.’
>It’s not a physical attraction. Well, most of it isn’t. If she was exactly the same but human there would be no stopping you.
>So that… that means it is just the species barrier stopping you. It hasn’t stopped you with Spitfire. Not that you’re actually in a relationship with her, of course; it’s just a friends with benefits ordeal and she knows that.
>Maybe you should just nut up and talk to her about it.
>But what if she doesn’t feel the same way? You live in the castle with her, that’d make things a little awkward you’d imagine. And where else could you go?
>This could be rather problematic for you to say the least, and you haven’t even factored in Spitfire… or Fleur for that matter.
>But Spitfire would have no grounds to be angry with you; it’s just friends with benefits, so you can just phase it back to being friends… Right?
>The sound of crunching leaves and a low growl from Maya snaps you to attention; you scan the forest stretching out in front of you, looking for anything out of the ordinary. You’re about to just play it off as your imagination when you land eyes on something… something rather pink.
>Maybe one of the guys from the camp wandered out into the forest, although you don’t recall anyone being pink.
“Uhhh hey, you out there. The pink one.”
>What you assume to be its tail begins twitching before it disappears behind a tree.
“I know you’re there, whoever you are. Come out now.”
 
 
>You can hear a slight rustling sound, but it’s rather short and once it stops silence falls upon the forest once again.
>Lacking a better option, you decide to go and check behind the tree. You make Maya stay at your post and make your way towards where you last saw it, leaves and twigs crunch beneath your feet as you do so.
>Reaching the tree, you stop and take a quick breather and ready yourself. With one fluent motion you lead behind the tree and come face to face with… nothing.
“Great… now I’m going insane.”
>?: “Why’s that mister?”
“Because I...”
>You freeze up. There’s someone behind you and by the tone of their voice… it’s a mare.
>?: “Are you okay?”
>Slowly, you manage to turn yourself around to face the source of the voice… Wow, that’s a LOT of pink.
“St… stay back.”
>?: “Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie, what’s your name?”
>Wut…
“Anonymous.”
>PP: “You don’t look like no p0ny I’ve ever seen Anun-e-mus, and I know lots of p0nies!”
“That’s because I’m not a p0ny. Now, turn around and leave before I…”
>She somehow got from where she was standing to right next to you before you could even register her taking a step. You move to pull away but find her grasping one of your hands in her hooves.
>PP: “Ooooooh what are these thingies?” she asked in mild amazement as she rapidly tapped your fingers with one of her hooves.
>Oh God, this must be how it starts…
“Please don’t rape me!”
>PP: “Rape you? No silly! Why would I do something so terrib… AWWW YEAH.”
>Once again, she’s gone in the blink of an eye, leaving you alone in the patch of woods. You run back up to where Maya is, you have to sound the al…
 
 
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>PP: “AMBUSH!!!”
>For a brief moment you can see the same pink mare from before standing atop of one of the tent poles with a megaphone in hand… hoof, whatever.
>And that’s pretty much when everything went to shit. It seems that the pegasus mares were using the clouds as a way to cover their movements and wait for their moment to pounce.
>You run back into the camp in search of Shiny and Soarin, but with the mass hysteria you can barely make out who is who before they’ve disappeared behind a tent or round a corner.
>Earth and unicorn mares have begun to flood the camp from the Southern side and you make a dash for the Northern exit when something catches your eye.
>It may be a little battered and bruised, but it’ll have to do.
>You wrench the door open and dive inside, looking back at the door, something dawns on you.
>Maya’s not with you.
>Slamming the door closed, you sit bolt upright in your seat, desperately searching for any sign of her.
>You’re about to get out and look for her yourself when you catch a glimpse of Shining Armor, leading a group of stallions with Maya at his side.
>You relax only slightly, knowing she is safe is a big weight taken off your mind.
>The engine roars to life and you slam it into reverse, the wheels grip into the terrain below, and you open it up as the track behind you begins to clear.
>You rip the steering to the right and knock it into first as the front slides round. Dropping the clutch, the engine misfires before finding drive and rocketing forward.
 
 
>By this time you’ve attracted a lot of attention, but none of them seem to really bother with you, which is a good thing, you think.
>That is, until you see Spitfire.
>You bury the throttle and ascend the gears as fast as the revs will allow. You keep it very tidy down this track; one wrong move and you’ll be wrapped around a tree.
>She’s easily able to keep up with you on this track; it’s a little unnerving to see the look plastered on her face outside your window.
>The track winds and twists through the forest and you keep your foot to the floor, never more than a metre from clipping a tree or sliding down a bank.
>You rip the E brake for a particularly tight bend and let the tail slide round, Spitfire dives to the other side of the car as you kick up a wave of dirt and rocks.
>The track opens out into a straight, which at first, fills you with joy.
>Until you see something step out onto the middle of the track ahead of you.
>Fleur…
>You notice Spitfire has moved to the back of the car, herding you towards Fleur and ruling out a few exit plans.
>Just like in Canterlot, she stands her ground as you tear towards her, but this time there’s no alley to spear off in to.
>As you get closer, you see her horn light up, a wicked smile on her face. Suddenly, the breaks lock up and you’re thrown forward in your seat, only to be snapped back by the harness.
>You struggle to keep control as the car comes to an abrupt stop.
>The door is pulled open and a rag is shoved over your face, before you can even think about what’s just transpired, your vision slowly fades and darkness takes you in its icy grip.
 
 
- - - - - -
AN UNKNOWN AMOUNT OF TIME LATER.
>You awake with a start, as if you started falling in a dream. You attempt to wipe your eyes but find yourself restrained.
>The slight chill in the air nips at your exposed skin; turns out you’re also naked.
>A few quick glances confirm your fears. You’re tied up to four trees, one limb per tree in a kind of star layout with a blanket of some sort beneath you.
>?: “Hello Anonymous.”
>You jerk your head forward, locking eyes with Fleur, her voice practically dripping with lust.
>You grit your teeth and keep your mouth shut. Your eyes show the raw hate you have for her in this moment far better than any words could.
>Lis: “I told you not to keep me waiting, and now look what’s happened… you’re all tied up.”
>She paced around you, her eyes never leaving yours.
>Lis: “Rejection can just drive a girl mad. Don’t believe me? Ask your little fiery friend over there. This -was- her idea… after all.”
>Huh?
>You look over to where she nodded. Sure enough, sitting right there with a bashful expression on her face, her eyes looking everywhere but at your own.
>No… no way. She knows how much you hate all the shit you deal with from Fleur. Even in this state… surely she wouldn’t.
“Spits…”
>She still doesn’t meet your gaze, a single tear slides down her face and drips to the ground.
>Spits: “Anon, I…”
“Tell me she’s lying.”
>Spits: “Anon please, I love you.”
“Really? Cause you got a fucked up way of showing it. If you did -love- me, I wouldn’t be tied up, about to be fucking raped, would I?”
>Spits: “Please don’t be like that Anon.”
 
 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were the one being held against their will, by one of their best friends no less.”
>Spits: “Anon I’m sorry, but you don’t know what it’s like being affected by estrus, and after you turned me down for it, well I...”
“No way… you’re doing this because I didn’t fucking spend estrus with you?”
>Spits: “No… that’s not why.”
“Why then? After all the shit Fleur has done to me, you’re willing to help -her- of all p0nies? Estrus or no, a -real- friend would never do anything like that.”
>Tears are streaming down her face now. It’s not all her fault but you aren’t going to let her get away with this shit, estrus be damned.
>Lis: “Hmmm. Looks like I have you -all- to myself Anon.”
>You snap your attention back to Fleur. If looks could kill, Fleur would be on the ninth plane of Tartarus right now.
>Lis: “Come now Anonymous, at least try to enjoy this, I know I will.”
>Her hooves trace the contours of your chest, you can feel them start to go south but they stop just before they hit their mark. Cracking an eye open, you see Fleur slowly backing away from you.
>That’s when you hear the low growling from behind you.
>It increases in volume and grows into a savage bark, sending Fleur running the other way. A pink aura surrounds the four ropes binding you and they promptly untie themselves and fall to the ground.
>You pick yourself up and pop a few joints. A few frantic glances reveal your clothes in a pile next to one of the trees. You hurriedly dress yourself before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
>SA: “You owe us.”
 
 
>You turn to face Shiny and Maya, “Yeah, guess I do. Thanks for saving me dude… where’s Soarin?”
>SA: “No idea, we should probably try and find him though.”
“Agreed.”
>You cast a glance at Spitfire, she was still crying, unable to meet your gaze. It makes you feel a little guilty but she really fucked up. A long talk will probably be in order after this shit wears off.
>SA: “You coming Anon?”
“Oh… yeah.”
- - - - - -
>A short walk later and you’ve found the car sitting where you were abducted.
>Good times…
“Any idea where he might be?”
>SA: “Well, he was heading away from the camp last I saw but he could be anywhere by now.”
“Fuck... is there any way you could like… track him?”
>SA: “There is… but I’m really not supposed to use it unless absolutely necessary, the Princess taught it to me for locating guards in times of need.”
“Soarin may not be a guard but this is a time of need... kinda.”
>SA: “Even if I wanted to do it, I’d need something personal of his to use so I could lock onto him.”
“Well shit… hold on, maybe he left something in the car.”
>You look around the cockpit but it’s pretty bare, not many places to store stuff with it being stripped out and whatnot.
>You were almost about to give up when something glints at you from under the passenger’s seat. Reaching under it, you pull out a set of goggles with the Wonderbolts emblem embroidered on the strap.
“Hey Shiny, would these work?”
>SA: “Hmmm, should do.”
>He takes the goggles in his telekinesis and begins pumping magic into them. The goggles begin to glow and twist around, like a compass needle finding North.
 
 
>The goggles eventually stop moving and the aura around them fades, dropping them onto the rear seat.
>…
“Did it work?”
>SA: “Yeah, he’s reasonably close.”
“Okay, which way?”
>SA: “Just follow this straight ahead, I’ll tell you when to stop.”
>You slot the car in gear and take off along the track, the car doesn’t sound very healthy, which is understandable after the past week’s events, so you don’t push it in case it just breaks down.
- - - - - -
>SA: “Okay, stop.”
>The front left break groans as you come to a halt. The car really needs a bit of a fix up.
“Which way from here?”
>SA: “Just through those trees a bit, we’ll have to go on foot.”
>You both hop out of the car, leaving Maya behind to guard it just in case, and head off into the woods.
>An awkward silence falls between the two of you; the only sound to be heard is that of your footsteps on the cold forest floor.
>…
>Okay, you have to say something.
“So… what’s new with you and Cadence? Told her how you feel yet?”
>He lets out a long sigh at that, “I’ve tried to, but she just doesn’t seem to get what I’m saying.”
“Is that maybe because you’re too shy to say it outright?”
>SA: “No!”
“…”
>SA: “Well… It’s hard, what if she just outright shuts me down?”
“She won’t do that dude, she’s the fucking princess of love or some shit isn’t she?”
>SA: “Kind of.”
“How long have you two known each other?”
>SA: “She’s a little older than me but we grew up together. She used to fillysit Twilight when I wasn’t around.”
“Fucking hell Shiny, you’re the captain of the royal guards; you must have some fucking pull.”
>SA: “I just… Hold up, we’re here.”
 
 
>You scan around the area a…
>No…
>Is that a..?
>Your mouth hangs agape at the sight in front of you. Maybe you’re still tied up being raped by Fleur and this is all a hallucination.
“Shiny?”
>SA: “…Yeah?”
“Are you seeing this?”
>SA: “Yup.”
>The scene you’re beholding can only be described as the aftermath of an orgy porno. There’s a huge heart shaped bed with rose petals spread all around it in the middle of the fucking forest. There are barely conscious mares littering the bed and some of the ground around the bed.
>And at the head of the bed… Soarin, hooves behind his head, gold aviators and a cigar in his mouth.
“S… Soarin?”
>Soar: “Heeeey! Anon, Shiny, where yah been? Missed out on all the fun.”
“Soarin… the fuck happened here dude?”
>Soar: “Well they don’t call me a Wonderbolt for nothing.”
>SA: “You had sex with all these Mares?”
>Soar: “Damn straight.”
“Isn’t that kinda… a bad idea?”
>Soar: “… I don’t follow?”
“Don’t mares have a much higher fertility during big estrus?”
>Soar: “… So I think it’s time to go.”
“That’s what I thought. Shiny, reckon it’s safe to head back up to the Canterlot?”
>SA: “Yeah, I’d say so. The effects should have worn off by now for most of them.”
>Soar: “So let’s bucking go!”
“Someone’s scared…”
>Soar: “YES, I’m too young to be a bucking dad now can we please go?”
“Hehe, okay, let’s go.”
 
 
>The walk back to the car was uneventful, as was the drive back to Canterlot and it was well after midnight by the time you actually arrived at the castle.
>Killing the engine, you let out a long sigh. It was finally over. You were quite content just to sit in that seat and pass out.
>In fact, you will.
>?: “I see you made it back in one piece?”
>Ahhh, the Princess.
“Yup, although the car’s a bit worse for wear.”
>You pull yourself out of the car and lean against the hood. Celestia walks out of the shadows and you finally get a good look at her. Her mane and tail were a matte pink, instead of the usual multi-coloured pastel and where it used to flow in the non-existent wind, it now sat normally. If you were honest, she was actually cuter this way.
>Tia: “So did you enjoy your first estrus?”
>You let out another sigh at that; why did Spitfire have to go and do what she did?
“Yeah… it was good.”
>Tia: “I can see you’re lying Anon. If you do not wish to tell me I’ll accept that, but if you’d like someone to talk to it about, I’m always here for you.”
“I wasn’t raped if that’s what you’re thinking. Well, I nearly was.”
 
 
>Tia: “One moment Anon.”
“Wh…”
>Celestia’s horn glows and that oh so familiar pulling sensation washes over you. Before you know it you’re standing on the balcony outside Celestia’s room.
>You take a seat on the bench next to Celestia and gaze out over Canterlot; it sure was beautiful at night.
>Tia: “I believe you were about to tell me about the week passed?”
“Yeah… wait, where’s Maya?”
>Tia: “Already asleep on your bed.”
“Oh… thank you.”
>Tia: “So, you were saying?”
“Right… uh, I’m not really sure how to put this so I’m just going to say it. Spitfire teamed up with Fleur to capture and rape me.”
>She’s taken back slightly at that. She knew about what’s been happening with Fleur and your current status with Spitfire. Well, not current; you’re done with anything sexual towards her.
>Tia: “I didn’t think Spitfire would do anything like that.”
“You and me both. I just… I just don’t understand why she would do that, she’s meant to be one of my best friends.”
>Tia: “Friends are ones that often hurt us the most.”
>Silence begins to settle in as you let the crisp night air calm your nerves.
“Thank you.”
>Tia: “Hmm?”
“Thank you… for all that you’ve done for me, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to repay you.”
>You pull her into a hug, running your hand through her pink mane. She nuzzles your face and wraps a wing around you.
>As you both stayed like that for a while, you finally realized that, for the first time in a long time, you felt at peace.
End of Estrus.