My eyes would twitch and my lips would quiver at the thought of throwing myself onto the ground, despite the crowds of ponies trotting every which way, and shoving my foreleg in between my thighs. And the ponies passing by seemed to be shooting hard glances when they thought I wasn’t watching, probably either sympathizing with the fact I was going through my heat, or scalding me for dripping my juices all over public property. I had been sitting on the public bench for well over twenty minutes, and that slow resonant pulse inside me took hold of my nethers, tapping and begging at me until I would pay it the attention it needed.
The train would leave the station at noon, I would ride it for about forty-five minutes depending on whether or not we would be making any unscheduled stops in between here and our destination, and hopefully by forty-five after, I would be well on my way to getting rid of this torturous itch.
