>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.