Ms. Harshwhinny sighed, swirling what was left of the drink in her glass. The Equestria Games had, for the most part, gone off without a hitch - well, excluding the potentially cataclysmic opening act. Thankfully, Spike, of all creatures, had intervened and saved Celestia knows how many ponies from an untimely demise.
Once the event was concluded for the day, she checked into her hotel for the evening and gave herself a shower. After washing up, she’d slipped into one of her more casual outfits, a skirt and button-up top, and proceeded across the road to a nearby bar. Truth be told, she wasn’t exceptionally hungry, but the tavern did have a number of finger-foods and snacks available - no, her priorities involved something cold, fruity, and preferably strong enough to help her forget the past month. In all her years of assisting with the Equestria Games, she’d never, ever had event try her patience as badly as the one which had just ended.
For the umpteenth time, it had been those insufferable ponies from Ponyville who were to blame. First they misidentified her, when she’d visited their painfully pedestrian little town, then she’d had to put up with the extraordinarily inept Rainbow Dash. While it was true that the Cutiemark Crusaders, as they called themselves, had put on a shockingly good show, the rest of the village’s inhabitants, save Spike, were nothing more than a headache.
“It’s like the whole miserable lot of them are nincompoops,” Harshwhinny grumbled to herself, downing the rest of her cocktail. “Barkeep,” she shouted, causing the employee to turn, “I’ll have another. Don’t be afraid to go a bit heavy with the peach schnapps this time.”
Handing off her empty glass, she surveyed the room. The bar was coolly lit and relatively small, with a relaxed, somewhat upscale atmosphere; she wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those uncultured establishments which slung swill and watered down beer - no, not on her life. All told, excluding the two or three staff members, there were roughly a dozen ponies present.
A small group sat to one corner, cheerfully conversing with one another, while a pair of what she assumed to be couples were playing pool. The only other pony present was seated at the far end of the bar, casually reading a book and occasionally sipping from a mug; other than herself, he was the only one without any company.
With an unkempt vermilion mane dangling over his bespectacled face, which was practically buried in a small tome he held, she was left to presume he was some sort of scholar. Strangely enough, he was wearing what appeared to be a cape over his polo shirt and slacks. As he paused to thoughtfully stroke his goatee, he took note of her attention.
The unicorn stallion smiled sheepishly over at her, offering a cautious wave, before engrossing himself back in his literature. Maybe it was because he was by himself, or because she was her third drink that evening, but something compelled Harshwhinny to introduce herself. If he was half as intelligent as he looked, she may just get a decent conversation out of him.
Plucking her refreshment from the bartender’s hand, after depositing a handful of bits on the counter, she stood, walked over, and seated herself on the stool beside the caped stallion. As she faced the bar, she peered over at his mug. “Hot toddy?” she postulated, looking at the steaming beverage.
“Oh! N...no, not quite,” he stammered, momentarily glancing in her direction.
“Irish coffee then?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“N...no, just a regular coffee. I don’t really - Um - drink. Well, I mean, I do drink, I just try to stay away from alcohol,” the stallion stuttered. Straightening his glasses, he turned towards her. “And what are you having tonight?”
“A sex on the beach - top shelf, of course,” Harshwhinny replied. To her great amusement, his cheeks reddened slightly. There was no way she’d stumbled across a teetotaling prude in a bar of all places. Unable to control herself, she leaned in and lowered her tone. “Would you care for a buttery nipple?”
“I...A what? I...I mean…” he sputtered ineffectually, fidgeting in his seat.
“It’s a cream-based drink and it would pair perfectly with that coffee you’re nursing,” she snickered. “But I digress. The name’s Harshwhinny,” she introduced herself, extending a hand and relenting in her assault.
“S...Sunburst,” the stallion announced, gingerly shaking her hand.
The weak grip, his reaction to her subtle tease, and his lack of eye-contact spoke volumes of the unicorn’s character. Finding such a pony in a tavern was extraordinarily odd and there had to be some explanation for it. With her interest piqued, she fully turned to face him and rested one elbow on the bar’s polished surface.
“So tell me, Sunburst, what brings you to an establishment like this? Quite the peculiar haunt for one who abstains from drink,” she noted.
“I usually just sit home and study, but with the Equestria Games going on I thought it couldn’t hurt to come out and socialize,” Sunburst explained.
“Well you’re doing a miserable job at it,” Harshwhinny huffed, scrunching her nose.
“I know, I know. It’s just that, well, small talk isn’t my forte,” he sighed, closing his book and setting it on the counter.
Perhaps because of his meek disposition and awkwardness, Harshwhinny found herself increasingly interested in the unicorn. He wasn’t a particularly impressive specimen of a stallion, with his slender build and timid demeanor, yet that was part of his appeal. Reaching over, she comfortingly patted his thigh.
“Or,” she began, her hand drifting up his leg, “could it be you’re here trying to pick up a tipsy mare…”
Sunburst’s jaw flapped, his pupils shrank to pinpricks, and he somehow managed to go an even darker shade of crimson, as her fingers wandered closer to his package. “I...I would never take advantage of a young mare like that!” he blurted, finally finding the wherewithal to say something.
“How about an older mare th -” Harshwhinny cut herself off, as her palm grazed a swell within his pants.
Peeking down to his crotch, her eyes went wide with shock. Either her newfound companion was obscenely well hung or he was keeping a hoagie in his slacks. More than a little curious, she gave the thing an experimental squeeze; if it was his dick, the thing was massive. Dragging her attention from his loins, she knit her brow and looked him dead in the face.
“I believe we should carry on this conversation in my room,” she declared, sitting straight and damn near pounding the remainder of her drink.
Fidgeting with his book, clearly unsure of what to do with himself, Sunburst gulped. “W...well, I don’t know if -”
“It wasn’t a request,” Harshwhinny chuckled, tightening her grip on his tool. Her advances bore immediate fruit and cemented her suspicion, as she felt his equipment twitch ever so slightly. Setting her empty glass on the table, she released the unicorn’s bulge and stood. “Come.”
Seemingly uncertain of what to do, Sunburst hesitated. “Can I finish my coffee first?” he meekly asked, reaching for his mug.
“There’s a coffee maker in my room. You can help yourself to refreshment after,” she tutted.
“A...after?” he parroted, his eyes wandering to her heavy chest.
“Yes, after,” Harshwhinny repeated, her patience waning. “I assure you,” she purred, deftly undoing the top button of her blouse and leaning forward, “it will be hot and stimulating…”
He stiffened, likely in more ways than one, as he peered at her cleavage. If she had to guess, he was woefully inexperienced with any manner of courtship. With faltering, jittery movements, he pushed himself up and got to his feet. Hastily digging into his pants pocket, he grabbed and immediately dropped his wallet. As he turned away from and bent over to retrieve the item, she was given a view of his backside.
His musculature, from what she could see, wasn’t impressive in the least, but his ass - sweet, merciful Celestia - the unicorn had one hell of a plump tush. Shamelessly caressing his rump, eliciting a squeak from the startled stallion, she hummed contentedly. Yeah, dragging him back to her chamber would definitely help her unwind and put the day’s debacles behind herself.
Bolting back upright, Sunburst wheeled around to face her; his look of shocked surprise was priceless and did little to dissuade her. Fetching a few more bits from her pocket, she placed the coins on the counter, reached over, and grabbed his wrist. Turning and strutting towards the exit, she dragged him along behind her as if he were some lost child.
Imagining just what she would do with him, once she got him into the privacy of her room, she pulled the stallion across the street, into the hotel, through the lobby, and within one of the twin elevators. Silently pressing the button for her floor, she impassively waited for the doors to close and the lift began to move. With only herself and the nervous unicorn in the confined area, a grin slowly split her features.
“Mister Sunburst,” she crisply announced, causing him to start, “I presume you don’t have any obligations for the rest of the evening?” Adjusting her stance, she folded her arms across her chest and faced him squarely.
Fretfully, Sunburst shook his head. “No Ma’am,” he muttered, trying not to look directly at her rack. Keeping his eyes glued to the floor, he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
“Am I that unattractive?” Harshwhinny chided, causing him to look to her face. “I’ll have you know, I’m in immaculate shape, for my age, and my bust is all natural! Here, see for yourself!” she attested, snatching his wrists and pulling his hands to her bosoms.
After a tense second, Sunburst’s fingers gave her breasts a cautious squeeze. His awestruck face, while cute, wasn’t nearly as compelling as the growing swell in his pants. Hardening, struggling against the fabric of his slacks, the imprint of his stallionhood grew more defined and impressive with every passing second. Just as she went to cop a second feel, the elevator bell chimed and the doors slid open.
Spinning in place, she strode out the exit and down the corridor. Her bait, having allowed Sunburst a titillating feel of her chest, had done the trick; obediently following her, not unlike a puppy, the stallion only strayed only a few feet behind her. Producing a key from her pocket, she let herself into her room, stepped out of her shoes, and sauntered towards the queen size bed.
“Lock the door behind yourself then come here,” she instructed, seating herself on the end of the mattress. Doing as asked, the unicorn closed the door, turned the lock, and shuffled over to her. “Now strip.”
“E...excuse me?” Sunburst coughed, askance.
“Strip,” Harshwhinny repeated. Not unwilling to give him a bit of encouragement, she reclined slightly on one arm. Angling herself towards him, she slowly splayed her legs to give him a tantalizing view of her panties - but she wasn’t done yet. Her free hand glided down her side and over her waist, before she delicately started rubbing her barely concealed loins.
With shaky hands, Sunburst acquiesced. Languidly unbuttoning his shirt, undoing one button at a time, the fabric gradually fell open to reveal his slender chest. As she’d suspected, his physique left something to be desired, although his growing interest in her more than made up for it. As he undressed himself, his gaze drifted over her body.
Harshwhinny’s mouth began to water, as the modest stallion unfastened his belt and fiddled with the button on his trousers. It was like watching a gift unwrap itself - a gift which she would soon take great joy in despoiling. Bending over slightly, pulling the waistband of his slacks down his thin thighs, she got her first glimpse of his goods.
Shooting to her feet, she stepped to him and placed her hands on her hips. “Undress me,” she flatly stated.
“O...ok…” Sunburst whispered, anxiously licking his lips.
In a supreme act of willpower, Harshwhinny kept her eyes forward. She could have remained seated on the bed and looked at his growing erection from afar, yet that wouldn’t have been nearly as entertaining as allowing herself an up close inspection. As the blouse fell from her torso, he awkwardly drew to a halt.
“T...the bra too?” he inquired, peeking up to her face.
“Yes. Hurry up,” she grunted, grabbing his head and jamming it into her cleavage.
Giving him the chance to undress her served a dual purpose. First of all, she had every intention of being naked with the young stud; secondly, and more prudently, it would allow him more time to get worked up. She wouldn’t be surprised if it was the first time he’d ever stripped a mare himself - and she secretly hoped it was.
After a bit of fumbling, he managed to undo the clasp on her brassiere. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him downward. “Now the skirt and panties. Be quick,” she demanded. Kneeling down before her, he began removing her final two garments.
Unzipping the side of the garment about her waist, he hitched his thumbs over it and her underwear. Pulling the articles down her thighs and to her knees, he looked up and froze. Fixated on her bare crotch, he stared breathlessly at her marehood. Extending an arm down to him, sweetly running her fingers through his mane, she shuffled forward and jammed her slickening muff against the end of his snout.
“Hmm hmm hmm,” she snickered, rocking her hips forward to paint his muzzle with her essence. “Breath it in…”
Anointing a paramour, especially one as green as Sunburst, was practically a must. She’d lured him to her lair, been steadily shortening his leash, and she’d soon have her way with him until she was satisfied. Older, more seasoned stallions were a bit harder to break, having cultivated a wealth of bad habits and poor technique - amateurs, however, were always more malleable.
She would have been content to savor the moment, but the unicorn had other plans. Feeling him shift about, she looked downward to see what he was up to. Much to her chagrin, her plan had worked a little too well; the stallion had freed one hand and was jacking himself off. Knitting her brow, she stepped back and kicked her skirt away.
“Bed...Now!” she barked, thrusting a finger towards the mattress.
Nodding apologetically, Sunburst did as he was told. Crawling onto the bed, on his hands and knees, he reluctantly rolled onto his back. She almost sneered, as he ineffectually fought to cover his stallionhood with his hands. Huffing, trotting to the side of the mattress, she placed one knee on the padded surface.
“Remove your hands this instant,” she reprimanded, pulling herself further onto the mattress. Ashamedly resting his hands to his sides, he turned his head and watched her crawl nearer. Bringing herself beside him, while facing the opposite direction, she swung one leg over his head. “If you’re so insistent on getting off, prove that you have the right to…”
“I...I’m not sure what you - Mmmph?!?” whatever trite complaint he’d about to mutter was cut lamentably short, when she seated herself on his face.
“Honestly, the nerve of some stallions. To think you’d dare touch yourself when there’s a perfectly capable mare present,” she chastised, gyrating on his muzzle. Leaning forward, resting on her elbows, she brought her snout to his rigid cock.
In a word, his stallionhood was magnificent. The way its length throbbed with his beating heart, the delicate veins tracing the shaft, how pre-cum dribbled from its bloated tip; in all her years, she couldn’t remember being so close to such a picturesque package. Looking past his meaty pillar, she spied what lurked below.
Like two fuzzy oranges, Sunburst’s plump, succulent nuts rested between his thighs. Though she couldn’t be sure about their exact heft, she had little doubt that they were quite productive. Her face crept towards his loins, closer and closer still, until her nose rested a scant inch from the tip of his dick.
As the smell wafted to her nostrils, she suppressed a shudder. A bit musky, but more delicate than an excessively active stallion, the unicorn’s scent called to her. Opening her mouth and rolling out her tongue, she slipped the fat, bloated head of his length past her lips. He shivered beneath her, offering some muffled and unknowable response, yet she cared little.
He was hers, for the time being, so helping herself to a taste of his stallionhood would be a fine first course. Gently palming one of his balls, as she leisurely bobbed her head, the cloying, salty flavors of his pre-cum quickly coated her taste buds. In contrast to his pitiful attempts of orally servicing her, she worked his pole with astounding skill.
Applying vacuum while bobbing her head, mopping his shaft with her lips, she gradually worked him deeper into her snout. As she steadily moved downwards, nearing his medial ring, his gland bumped against the back of her throat. Drawing a full lungful of air, she mercilessly drove her face forward.
As Sunburst yelped and into her cunt, the reverberations of his voice added another layer of stimulation to her snatch. His performance was mediocre, at best, although she hadn’t been expecting much - no, she derived far, far more gratification for claiming and dominating the stallion. Breathing on the backstrokes, continuing to piston his cock into her airway, she swabbed her throat with his pulsing, swelling…
Harshwhinny had been so lost in the moment that she failed to notice how close Sunburst had been. She’d assumed he wouldn’t last for long, but lacking the endurance to withstand a few minutes of fellatio was downright pathetic. Winding up with a flare in her gullet was less than ideal, undoubtedly leading to a sore and tender throat, so she swiftly withdrew. Retreating, keeping his glans within her lips, she grievously underestimated his output.
A veritable tsunami of spunk erupted into her mouth, flooding to the back of her muzzle and into her sinuses. Half coughing foal batter out of her nose, fighting the urge to throw in the towel and let him make a mess, she held firm. Reflexively gagging, gulping down what she could, her eyes watered. Not only was the sheer volume absurd, but his cum was ridiculously thick. Moving her hand from his nuts to the base of his shaft, she milked the dwindling shots of jizz out of him.
It almost seemed as though his climax lasted longer than her blowjob had. As she sucked the final, viscous gobbets of spunk from his stallionhood, she swallowed. She had yet to cum herself, she had cum in her sinuses, and she was done with the foreplay. While she wasn’t pleased with his impertinence, some part of her was exceedingly ready to sate herself with him.
Insanely well hung and able to cum like a fire hydrant, while also being remarkably timid and undisciplined, Sunburst had no idea what he was in for. She would like to dominate him, she wanted to feel that fat fuck-stick of his in her snatch, but she needed to ruin him. Pushing herself up and unsteadily getting to her feet, she swore a silent vow to herself that he would never forget about how she rocked his world.
“Lift - Cough - lift your legs,” she croaked, wiping her face with her forearm.
Gasping for breath, streaked with her juices, it took Sunburst a moment to comply. Bending his knees, he lifted his feet above the mattress. Laying mute and unmoving, save for his eyes, he watched her move towards his waist. Reaching between his thighs, she snatched his package, pulled it back and behind his legs, and held it roughly in her grip.
“Grab your knees and pull,” Harshwhinny grouched, leering to his face.
Sunburst nodded, despite being ignorant to her scheme. Hauling his knees towards his chest, pulling his rump and hips off the bed, he contorted himself like a pretzel. Even though he’d just blown a load, he hadn’t gone flaccid - at least, not yet. Taking care to stroke him and keep him hard, she wondered just how much of his arousal was due to her commanding presence and carnal authority.
Stepping over his upturned tush, while continuing to face him, Harshwhinny gradually squatted over his rear. His stallionhood, angled directly up at her, was more than turgid enough to do what she had in mind. Aligning the colossal cock with her sopping wet entrance, she nonchalantly impaled herself on his length.
“Discipline, Mr. Sunburst, you must practice proper discipline with mares…” she sighed, extending her arms and grabbing his wrists. Squatting down, she continued her descent.
Though she showed few signs of it, the rather sizable intrusion was exquisite. Relishing his sublime girth, as she gradually filled her cunt with his tool, a shiver of delight ran up her spine. Any younger mare would have struggled with the monumental task, but she was no neophyte in the bedroom. Sunburst was definitely wielding one of the larger stallionhoods she’d had the good fortune of stumbling across, true, yet she was confident that her experience and well trained body could accommodate him.
The Amazon position, while slightly obscure, was the perfect way to break a stallion. It was the ultimate position to control a male, affording them next to no freedom of movement. Though she rarely was given the chance to execute the maneuver, she’d made sure to keep her body well trained for such opportunities.
Robbed of his ability to move, all Sunburst could do was watch her from below. His legs were parted just enough to grant him a glimpse of her stuffed marehood working its way down his length, not to mention the picturesque view of her heaving bosoms and domineering countenance. As she slowly hilted, feeling his blunt tip press tightly against her cervix, she came to a halt.
Holding his arms upward, while her thighs and rump rested against his legs and ass, she smiled wolfishly down at him. Raising her waist, a few inches of his shaft escaped her snug canal. “Now, do try to last more than a minute,” she conceitedly purred, clenching herself around him.
With little fanfare, she slammed herself back down upon him. Sunburst gasped, his face twisting in ecstasy, as she began to move. Beyond the divine sensations his stallionhood afforded, knowing he was at her mercy elevated the experience to an entirely new level. With every downward thrust, she tugged his wrists back; though subtle, the small addition increased the force of her movements and exerted more control over her mate.
Closing her eyes, she fixated on his delicate whimpers and heavy breaths. She wanted to take her time, to allow him time to appreciate the carnal bliss she could deliver. If he was a good colt, she may even let him take the reins and rut her like a proper stallion - if not, she’d be more than content to ride him until he was walking funny.
“Sweet Celestia,” he whined, flexing his pelvis.
“I assure you, she’s one of the few who could dream of rivaling me,” Harshwhinny proudly hummed, increasing her pace.
Pistoning herself on him, she adjusted herself ever so slightly. His medial ring, the thick band of flesh resting towards the base of his cock, ground against her g-spot. Seizing her marehood on the backstrokes, while relaxing on her plunges, worked him like a seasoned veteran. It felt undeniably amazing, yet she wanted more.
“You like this, don’t you,” she smugly chuckled.
“M...Mmmhmm,” was all he could manage, watching her breasts sway and wobble with each movement.
“And when I do this?” she cooed, hilting herself and gyrating on his fully sheathed tool.
Sunburst damn near cried out, writhing beneath her. Gnawing his lip, stemming some shameful admission, it was clear that he did, but she wanted to hear it. Releasing one of his arms, she reached forward to pull and twist one of his nipples.
“Well?” she growled.
“Yes!” he bleated, his head thrashing back and forth.
“Hmmhmmhmm...Good,” she sighed, retaking his freed wrist.
Moving harder and faster with every passing moment, she fought to sate her desires and wreak ruination upon him. The lilting, captivating sounds of his rapture were joined by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. The juices of her engorged sex mingled with his pre-cum, dribbling over his groin and down the cleft of his backside.
“Who - Mmmph - owns this dick?” she huffed.
Considering how hard he was throbbing within her, sending her closer to the edge herself, she had to assume he wasn’t going to last terribly long. Thrusting her waist forward, as he bottomed out within her, she rhythmically sent the head of his cock crashing into her womb. Regardless of his lack of endurance, she was hellbent on getting his second load as deeply as possible.
Peering down at him, it almost seemed like he was trying to stave off the inevitable. Sunburst’s eyes were screwed shut, he twisted his head from side to side, and she could feel his supple thighs quiver against herself. It was cute, really, and an exquisite way to conclude the first leg of their fling.
“Y...you do!” he mewled, tensing slightly.
With his admission, Harshwhinny pulled out all the stops. Pacing herself not only allowed her to fully enjoy breaking him in, but left her with a wellspring of strength in reserve. Like a beast possessed, she bought her full might to bear. She realized she wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long - then again, she wouldn’t have to.
“I...I...I…” Sunburst wheezed.
He flared within her, adding yet more resistance to her snug confines. Every vein along his shaft pulsed violently, filling the organ and causing it to swell ever more. It was magnificent, feeling him desperately trying to drive into her cervix, although it lacked one finishing touch. Teetering on the brink herself, she gave the final command.
“Cum…” she ordered, her waist a blur of frantic motion.
The stallion obliged, throwing his head back and braying like a mare who’d been claimed. A torrent of foal batter surged through his length, causing it to stretch her canal the slightest bit further. With one final, titanic down-thrust, she sealed her cervix against his glans.
The influx of seething cum was astounding, pushing her past the brink. The pressure and heat, coupled with the symphony of his orgasmic howling, granted her nirvanic release. A throaty groan escaped her, her legs trembled and threatened to give, and climactic nectar gushed from her crowded depths, yet she didn’t yield.
Riding out the apex of her pleasure, Harshwhinny eventually relented. Releasing Sunburst’s arms, letting them fall to his sides, she unceremoniously and shakily stood above him. Clenching her marehood, attempting to trap the bulk of his second load, a weak trail of his spunk crept down her inner thigh; it was a regrettable loss, but at least she wouldn’t be the one having to clean the sheets in the morning.
Stepping over his limp form, she eased herself down beside him. With her head resting just above his, she grabbed his mane and pulled his face to her teat. Like some small bab, he latched on and started suckling on her left nipple. Tenderly stroking his mane, she bent one leg and casually started caressing his semi-flaccid length with her sole.
“That was...adequate, although I’m sure you’ll do better for our next round,” she muttered, stroking him like a pet.
Her comment drew his attention away from her breast and caused him to look up at her. “N...Next round?” he falteringly asked, readjusting his glasses.
“Yes, a second round, followed by a third and fourth,” she snickered, grabbing hold of his goatee and gently pulling his face upward. Locking lips with him, feeling him tremble slightly, he didn’t fight to retreat. “That is,” she began, breaking their kiss, “unless you’d rather leave with what little dignity you have left…”
Sunburst mutely shook his head; as if that wasn’t telling enough, his stallionhood twitched against her foot. “Good, because I’m hardly done with you,” she sighed, burying his face in the sweaty area between her tits. She wouldn’t be finished until she was good and sure that he’d be jacking off to memories of her for years to come…
