Short Stories by Author: Tur-Karborun was a beautiful city, built among magically suspended islands, high in the sky. It took a bit of time to get used to the thinner air, and riding airships everywhere was a bit of a bother, but the view was fantastic. Arena contestants among the realm were treated as celebrities of a sort, and the people of Trolobe seemed to be no exception. You and your companions were given lavish accommodations during your stay, and you had a few days to kill before making your way to the similarly-airborne arena, the Skyring. You stood taking in the surroundings outside your balcony as a familiar sound grew louder – the clip-clop of hooves. The door to your room burst open, and a bubbly, beaming faun stumbled in. “This place is amazing!” Blossom spoke just shy of too-loudly as she stumbled toward the balcony to join you. Her excitement was understandable. While you hailed from Toleen, where alchemy, magic, and science were commonplace, such magical wonders as floating islands must be unheard of to someone from the Silverdeep forest. She leaned forward, entranced by the view. Her eyes darted around between floating isles, floating balloons, and the leaves of palm trees dancing in the wind. Your own view was similarly alluring. Her skin was mostly bare, leaving little to the imagination, concealing only her modest breasts and groin with a leather brassiere and loincloth respectively. The gazes of the crowd often fell on her, whether from the rather unexpected skill she showed in battle or for more carnal reasons. The two of you stood there for a while, taking in the sights. “I can smell you, you know…” Blossom said, lacking her characteristic cheerful attitude. She turned to face you, her bright green saucers staring into your soul. “You’re in heat, aren’t you?” You explained to her that humans don’t have mating seasons and that your kind mates consistently all-year-round. Her eyes went wide. “That’s awful! How can you even get anything done?!” she appeared genuinely concerned. Her eyes darted just below your beltline at your growing tent. The two of you had been intimate before, but it seemed to her that the stakes were higher this time. “I’m not, er…” She fumbled at your belt. “I’m not really in season yet… But I have to help you out somehow!” And that, she did.