Harsh Lift

by Twifan

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, Comedy, Sex, Ms. Harshwhinny
Length: 5930

'You' and an anrgy Ms. Harshwhinny get trapped in an office elevator.

Working in an office job can be difficult and draining. But nothing seems to drain your happiness more than running into your Co-worker: Ms. Harshwhinny. For over a year, you've manage to avoid most of the unpleasantness of mare by spending as little time around her as you can.

Sadly, that option isn't available to you when the two of you become trapped in an Elevator.

And Ms. Harshwhinny is even more upset about it than you are...

Published 2014-05-15 01:50:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-15 01:50:05 UTC

Heated Harsh Box

You stand up from your work chair and stretch your tired arms. Another soul crushing repetitive work day done, it’s time to head home.

You exit your office and head down the hall to the elevators. Being on the 27th floor, you’ve never felt like taking the stairs down. You press the call button, enter the empty elevator, and wait as it slowly descends. While today's shift was pretty draining, you’d still call this a good day if you could manage to avoid-

The elevator slows its momentum as it reaches the 23rd floor. A feeling of dread begins to creep over you as the doors slide open.

On the other side of the doors is the mare you feared: Ms. Harshwhinny.

You were now finding yourself sharing the elevator alone with her. It wasn’t that you hated these Equestrians, a species of horse-like humanoids with multicolored coats. You had met many of them before and gotten along with quite a few of them. You just had a dislike for Harshwhinny.

Since the day you started working here you had to deal with her. She wasn’t even part of the same project as you! You just seemed to catch her attention. If you were on lunch break, she’d show up and wouldn’t leave without at least making a remark about you. If you needed something copied, she’d either be the one using the copier or the one to show up right after you’ve started. You had started to believe she had a hatred for you because you were human but you dismissed that when you witnessed that she acted the same way around everyone she deemed lower than her, which seems to be more than half the people who worked at this building. Every word she spoke to you seemed to have a mocking superior tone to you. Every gaze of hers seemed to sap what confidence you had. Her face held the forever look of disapproval to everything you were. Even her stance had a ‘superior being’ quality to it. And you hated it.

You could already see her blue eyes staring into your soul as she walks into the elevator. Judging you. How you hated that.

The elevator doors close and you began your silent decent with disapproval incarnate. The very air itself seemed to feel different to you. As if Harshwhinny herself was emitting some sort of aura of judgement into the air, questioning every small movement you made. Your breathing, your stance, and the very way you sweat! All being monitered by some unseeable force in the air. Possibly taking notes of disapproval for the entity known as Harshwhinny.

At least that was what was happening in your mind. Harshwhinny herself wasn’t even looking at your direction. She kept her gaze looked at the panel displaying the floor number, and tapped her foot impatiently. It appeared she wanted to get out of this situation as bad as you. You take a deep breath and calm yourself down. You only had to last a little bit longer. Soon you would reach the ground floor, walk to your car, drive home, and put an end to this lousy day until-

Both you and Ms. Harshwhinny nearly lose your balance when the elevator suddenly comes to a halt between the 12th and 11th floor.

Ms. Harshwhinny begins pressing the main floor button repeatedly with her finger. After over a dozen presses you finally speak up. “Give it a rest. Pressing the button fifty more times isn’t going to get this thing moving!”

Ms. Harshwhinny turned her head towards you to give you an annoyed stern glare before pressing the emergency call button. It didn’t light up. Finally giving up, Ms. Harshwhinny began looking through her bag. After a moment of searching she gives up and faces you. “Don’t just stand there! You have a phone, don’t you?”

You scramble to locate where you had placed your phone in your suit. You pull it out and attempt to turn on. “It’s dead.” The one time you forgot to recharge it.

Harshwhinny rolls her eyes. “Useless.”

“Hey, if you’re so great then where is your phone?”

Ms. Harshwhinny turns away from you with a huff. “I forgot it, ok? I had other things on my mind and I forgot to bring it.”

You smirk and were about to make a comment when Harshwhinny raises her hand to point at you. “If you dare say what’s on your mind right now, I will personally see to having you regret it for the rest of your miserable life.” With that she walked over to the side of the elevator and sat down. “You stay on your end and we’ll both get through this relatively painlessly.” With how large the elevators were, you didn’t have any problems with it. You decide to take your own seat on the floor opposite of her and began the waiting game.

You brush the sweat from your forehead and check the time on your watch. It still read the same time the last two times you had checked it. Damn, your watch is broken! There’s no telling how long you’ve actually been waiting in this elevator! And the thing was beginning to heat up. You had taken off your suit coat and tie and placed them beside you in an attempt to chill yourself off. You also took off your shoes, to try and give your feet some comfort.

You turn your gaze to Harshwhinny on the other side who seemed to have thing worse off than you. Her tail twitched each time she exhaled. She was panting and sweating in this heat, but she refuse to take off her mulberry colored jacket. The only piece of clothing she had removed was her shoes, revealing the fact these Equestrians had horse-like hooves instead of feet. You wondered why they would design their shoes to take the same shape as Human feet. Harshwhinny began fold her arms around her pantyhose covered legs when she noticed you turn to face her. You guessed that she was beginning to think you were some sort of pervert and was trying to sneak some sort of peek up her skirt. As if.

“Hey,” you ask. “Do you have the time?”

Harshwhinny gives you an annoyed glare. “No.” You sit back and continue to wait as Harshwhinny attempts to fan herself. “Why is it so bucking hot in here?”

You rolled your eyes. Equestrians had to make up their own curse words it seemed. “If you’re so hot, why don’t you take off that jacket?”

Harshwhinny gives you another glare and folds her arm.

You throw your arms up in defeat. “Or don’t. Whatever.”

Harshwhinny turns her head away in disgust. “Unless you finally thought of something useful to say for once, you just stay on your side and stay quiet.”

You shake your head and mutter “What a nag.”

“What was that?” Harshwhinny hisses at you, glaring once again with her soul crushing stare.

“Nothing.”

“It was not ‘nothing’! You just called me a Hag, you lout!”

“I did not! I said you were a nag.”

“Ah ha! You did say something after all, you lying little rat!”

“Fine! I did say something! You happy now?”

“Of course I’m not happy! I’m trapped in a bucking hot elevator and I’m going to die of dehydration!”

“Well I’m not too happy about this either, but you don’t hear me complaining so much! They should change your name to ‘Ms. Harshwhiny’.”

Ms. Harshwhinny eye began to twitch a bit after that remark. She began to stand up as she locked her angry gaze at you. “Why you filthy ape! “

“Shrill Harpy!” You yell back as you stood up to meet her gaze. You’ve had enough of her complaints at this point.

“Brutish Baboon!”

“Old Mare!”

“Unprofessional Orangutan!”

“Joy Sucking Snake!”

“Simian Miscreant!”

“Loud Mouth Horse!”

“Celestia's sun, I can’t take this anymore!” She rushes towards the closed doors and opens them up to reveal the wall on the other side. The Elevator was too far down to reach the floor above, but not far enough down to be able to open and squeeze into the floor below. Ms. Harshwhinny places her hand on her head and sighs. “I’m going to go nuts from these unbearable conditions.”

You didn’t like how hot it was in here either but this still seemed a bit much. “Oh come on now. The heat is bad, but it’s not that unbearable!”

“No you idiot! I’m talking about the fact that I-“Harshwhinny caught herself before she said something she may have regretted. But now you were too curious.

“You’re what?” you asked.

Ms. Harshwhinny took a deep sigh before continuing. "I'm in estrus."

“Sorry?”

"I'm in estrus."

“Didn’t catch that.”

“ I’M IN HEAT!”

“Well I’m hot too, but I’m still getting along fine!”

Ms. Harshwhinny gave you a cold glare. “No you brain dead chimpanzee; I’m in my ‘season’ for my kind!”

It takes a moment for your currently boiling brain to register what Harshwhinny had told you. “What?” was all you could think of as a reply as you back up into the other side of the elevator. “Wait! You’re not going to-“

Ms. Harshwhinny rolls her eyes. “Oh please. Heat makes us mares horny for stallions. So I have no worries from you in that department. You don’t even register on that scale.”

Once again the gears slowly turn in your mind, possibly rusted in all the heat. “What do you mean by that?”

“It’s exactly how it sounds.” Ms. Harshwhinny replied as she began to straighten out her jacket and skirt. She then faced you with her ‘superior’ posture and began to explain things as she saw it. “When a mare is in her estrus, she has needs that can only be fulfilled by her stallion.”

You started to believe where she was going with this and rolled your eyes. “So I’m safe from you because I’m ‘small’. Is that what you’re saying?”

Ms. Harshwhinny raised an eyebrow while maintaining her ‘professional’ appearance. After pause she continued. “Size has nothing to do with it.” You noticed her gaze began to lower. “Though if it did, then if what I hear in gossip is true, you humans would come up a bit short.”

“Hey, quit staring at my crotch!”

“Quit staring at my chest!”

“I wasn’t…” Your words failed you as Ms. Harshwhinny continued her lecture.

“As I was saying, when a mare goes into heat she has needs she needs fulfilled. And her body heightens its awareness during this time. Hearing, touch, taste, all heightened. That also includes,” Harshwhinny shivers a bit as she finishes, “Smell. Do you have any idea what humans smell like when your senses are enhanced? You all smell worse than a wet dog! But none of them have been as bad as you. You smell all kinds of wrong! I feel nauseated just being near you! Do you ever bathe in your life?”

“Hey! I keep my hygiene up regularly! It’s not my fault it’s so hot in here.” You wipe more sweat from your forehead. “Besides, if you knew this was going to be a problem then why didn’t you stay home?”

For the first time in your life you saw a different look on Harshwhinny face than anger or disappointment. Now she had the look of being shocked by your reply. “Stay home? Some of us have important work you know! I can’t just simply be lazy like you and do a shabby job later!”

“My work isn’t shabby!”

“Oh, please.” Ms. Harshwhinny began to roll her eyes to your response. “I’ve seen it. Most of it looks like you completed it in a rush on the way to work. Unless of course, you’re saying this was your best? If that’s the case, you’re a bigger disappointment as an employee that even I thought!”

You clenched your fist in anger. “You talk big, but I’m on to you Harshwhinny. Always criticizing others people's work to hide your own flaws. Always putting others down to make you feel better about the fact you don’t have a stallion of your own. What stallion would want to spend his time with a cranky old mule like you?”

This got her attention. Her teeth seemed to grind against each other as her eyes widened in anger. “What did you just call me?”

You gave her your own angered glare back. “You heard me.”

You weren’t sure how long the two of your stood there, looking angry at each other. Ms. Harshwhinny had the long term experience of having people stare into the void that was her angered stare. But you have had enough. You glared back, focusing all your anger into her. Both of you seeing which one would be the first one to flinch. Show any sort of weakness in this glaring fight. After sometime, Harshwhinny broke the silence.

“You’re a real scumbag, you know that?”

“At least I’m a scumbag who can successfully find a date. That’s a step up from you.”

Slap.

You didn’t see the hand move, but you sure felt its sting on your left cheek. You took a deep breath to keep your rising tempter from getting any more out of control. You were angry, but you didn’t want to do something you may regret later.

“Slap me again, and I’ll-“

Slap.

“That’s it!” You had enough of this entire situation. Of Harshwhinny criticizing you! Of ever increasing heat in this elevator! Of everything!

“Bring it, you ugly Gorilla!”

You both grapple each other and attempted to force the other into a wall. The Elevator is filled with the clattering noise of vibrating metal walls after having a body be forced against it, and the grunting noises of its two combatants inside.

Harshwhinny then broke the grapple in an attempt to kick you, but her attempt was foiled by her mulberry colored pencil skirt getting in the way. With the restriction of her clothing, you felt confident in your victory of the fight. That confidence begins to fade as Harshwhinny quickly removes the confining article of clothing. You didn’t get a moment to fully realize the situation at hand when Ms. Harshwhinny's hoof slammed into your side, causing you to leave a large dent in the metal wall.

You reached up and grabbed the round elevator handrails as you attempted to stand up again. The walls echoed and vibrated from the impact, and your side were now in a great deal of pain. As you attempt to pull yourself together your gaze followed up her leg to the cutie mark on her thigh. Through the pantyhose you could make out the symbol of a Trophy. With the knowledge that these ‘cutie marks’ were some symbol of an equestrian talent, matched with the powerful force of her kicks, lead you to deduce that the opponent you were fighting was a trophy winning fighter. Just your luck that Harshwhinny could dish out physical pain as well as she could deliver mental ones.

Ms. Harshwhinny removed her mulberry colored jacket as she waited for you to stand right back up. “Had enough?” She asked with a smug grin on her sweat covered face.

Your determination renewed itself when you saw that grin on her face. This fight wasn’t over. If you didn’t take your stand here, Ms. Harshwhinny would destroy what little pride you had left. You’d be nothing more than a snivelling cowardly weasel, always hiding from her. You were not going to take any more of her pushing you around and mocking you, no matter what kind of skill she had! You decided to remove your nice shirt, as things were about to get messy. You could see Ms. Harshwhinny began to snort with laughter at your exposed bare chest. You figured she was about to make a comment about your lack of muscles or something, but you never gave her the chance. You delivered the punch across Ms. Harshwinny's unsuspecting face.

Ms. Harshwhinny stepped back into the handrail and wall behind her from the force of your blow. She checked her cheek were the blow has struck and discovered a bit of blood had dripped on her nice white shirt. She took it off as well as the jewellery that hung around her neck. Her look of shock had been replaced with the same intensified hate that she started the fight with.

Harshwhinny attempted another sweeping kick at you, but this time you were ready. It was painful, but you managed to grab hold of her right leg with both your arms. Harshwhinny was forced to try and balance herself on one leg. You gave her a smug grin. “What are you going to do now?”

She returned a smug grin back at you. “This.”

You saw Ms. Harshwhinny leap on the one leg. You felt the leg pin your back side. Aided by gravity, Ms. Harshwhinny was able to force you to the ground with her.

You rolled around on the floor in pain, until you felt Ms. Harshwhinny's two legs wrap around your neck in a head scissors hold. You attempted to force the legs apart, but her strength in her legs was greater than the strength in your arms. You looked up to see Harshwhinny lying down with her head resting against her hand. The smile on her face told you she was enjoying watching you squirm around. Vision beginning to blur, you gave up your attempted to pull her legs away from your neck in favor of finding something you could do to force her to loosen her grip. You flail your hands around trying to look for something to help turn this around for you. If you didn’t find something soon, you were sure you’d pass out.

Finally feeling something brush against your right hand, you reached for it with all your might and gave it a good yank.

Ms. Harshwhinny let out a yelp is surprise and removed her hold on you.

You gaps for air as Harshwhinny stood on the other side of the elevator, holding her tail in her arms. “You pulled my tail!”

“You tried to choke me to death!” you managed to call back.

“That doesn’t give you the right to pull my tail!”

“I think it gives me more than enough right if you’re going to choke me to death!”

Ms. Harshwhinny gave you a stern glare. “You want to fight with dirty tactics, then fine. We’ll fight dirty.”

She doesn’t think holding me down with the strength of her thighs was a dirty tactic? You thought to yourself as you rolled over and stood up once more.

Ms. Harshwhinny then assailed you into the wall. Your back ached and you were still gasping for air. You attempted to force her back, but she ended up turning you around and forcing your face against the wall. You could hear a voice in the back of your mind whimpering and wishing this humiliation was over. You felt Harshwhinny force you against the wall once more before breaking off. You attempted to turn to deliver your counter attack, but found some force holding you at the waist. You gaze down to see that Harshwhinny had somehow unbuckled your pants belt and tied it to the handrail. The knot refused to loosen to your sweat covered hands, and a feeling of panic came over you as you realize you wouldn’t get free fast enough.

“One last good kick should end this.” You could hear Ms. Harshwhinny behind you and your mind raced to find options to take. With the belt tied the way it was, there was no way for you to fully defend yourself from her attacks. You were trapped where you were. Unless of course, you were willing to somehow leave your pants behinds. But you didn’t need to resort to that, did you?

In a split second you made your choice. You quickly unbuttoned your pants, dove to the side, rolling across the steel floor and leaving your pants behind, hanging tied up to the handrail. You heard the loud bang of Harshwhinny hoof making contact to the metal wall, which echoed and vibrated. You grabbed the nearest handrail and pull yourself up to continue this fight. Ms. Harshwhinny got ready to deliver another attack.

And then you noticed her suddenly drop her guard. Her eyes widen and her mouth just hung open. You were about to take this opening chance when a sudden breeze feeling below informed you of what she was staring at. A cold chill ran down your spin as you dared to look down to verify the horrible thought that had entered your mind.

It appears that pants weren’t the only thing you had left behind in that roll.

There you were, standing alone with Ms. Harshwhinny in an elevator wearing nothing but your socks. Having her stare your penis was bad enough, but the most alarming sight for you was that it had become hard.

You don’t even remember feeling it begin to harden! Did you get turned on by this moment, flashing Harshwhinny? Was it before that when she wrapped her legs around you? Was it when you began to fight her, or did it start before the fighting began? Were you turned on by her yelling at you and you’ve never noticed? Was this some sort of just reaction you had to the whole thing or were you attracted to Ms. Harshwhinny?

You felt your face heat up into a blush as it dawned on you that this whole time; Harshwhinny had been fighting you wearing nothing but her underwear. And she had quite the sexy figure! However, you didn’t feel all the surprised by the revealing of her attractiveness. It was almost as if you always knew this fact before this encounter. But this was Harshwhinny, and you couldn’t be attracted to her! You hated Harshwhinny!

…. Didn’t you?

Didn’t you always hate how she sauntered through the building with a superior attitude to you on those long curvy legs? Didn’t you hate the way she rolled her gorgeous blue eyes at you? Didn’t you hate the feel of her tail brushing against you when she forced her way pass you through those tight office corridors? Didn’t you hate that stern disapproving frown on her soft lips? Didn’t you hate the way she criticize you with that husky voice?

Your torrent of confusing emotions and guesses were interrupted by a new terrifying thought. She always criticized you, and here you were naked in front of her! It wasn’t that you felt yourself ‘small’, but you were far from being ‘big’ enough to survive against the harsh critic of Ms. Harshwhinny, especially during this development which had left you defenceless both in a physical state and a mental one. All she needed to do was make one snicker, one comment, one joke and you’d be crushed. You attempted to gather up what strength you had to build some sort of metal wall to endure the coming taunting, but deep down you feel it almost a wasted attempted. After what seemed like an entirety of the two of you just standing still there in silence, Harshwhinny finally made a move.

Harshwhinny unstrapped her bra and let it fall to the floor.

Your eyes widen and your jaw hung out as you started at the now freed chest melons of Ms. Harshwhinny. Harshwhinny herself had not changed her expression this entire time. She moved her body slightly to the left, then to the right. She watched your gaze follow along with her movements. Finally, when she seemed satisfied with the results, she groped her own breasts and pressed them together. Your eyes widen almost making you believe that your eyes would pop out of your head. “You want these coconuts, monkey boy?” Ms. Harshwhinny asked, a large grin beginning to spread across her face. “Then come get them.”

Now how could you refuse an invitation like that?

The Elevator once again echoed with the sounds of your struggle. But the battle went on much differently this time.

You pressed Harshwhinny against the wall, hands squeezing her breasts. Harshwhinny then countered attacked by forcing you against the opposite wall, locking your mouth in a pin with hers. You felt her tongue invade its way into your mouth and begin to explore. You felt her right leg rub against the side of your waist, and her hands grasping your back. You began your repelling of the attack, first by having your tongue meet forcefully with the intruder. Then having your hands firmly squeeze her rump, your force Harshwhinny back against the wall.

The slam causes her to moan into your mouth. You felt the brush of her tail between her legs. The sensation drives you mad. You grasp at the ends of Harshwhinnys pantyhose and attempt to pull them off. Harshwhinny finally breaks off the kiss causing the both of you to gasp for air. Then Harshwhinny leans back against the wall over the handrails to place her hoof on your chest. With one mighty push, you are forced against the opposite wall again. Your eyes close and you grunt with pain as your body comes in contact with the wall. Then you felt the sensation of a hoof placed on your chest again, which causes you to open your eyes.

You stare Ms. Harshwhinnys right leg and see the pantyhose as well her panties hung on the end of the leg, apparently freed from her left. You could now see Ms. Harshwhinnys exposed marehood, already soaked in anticipation. You felt pressure increase on your chest as Harshwhinny began to grasp at the end of her pantyhose and pulled them down towards you, ending at the knee. You reached out with a smirk on your face and finished pulling the clothing off her right leg. With that out of the way, you grasp around her leg and pull her towards you. Ms. Harshwhinny lets out a gasp of surprise as she tumbles down into you. You catch her in your arms and let her body slam you into the handrails and wall.

Before she has a chance to regain her balance, you slide your hand down her back until it rests before her wet quivering passage. You take your middle finger and insert it into her depths, causing Ms. Harshwhinny to moan out and flinch. You felt a sharp pain as her reaction to your simulation had made her leave a scratch on your back from her nails. You played around with her some more until it became apparent that Ms. Harshwhinny couldn’t stand up anymore.

You inserted another finger into her, and she let out another moan of pleasure. You careful moved to the side and let Harshwhinny gently fall forwards towards the wall under the influence of your moments from below. Her eyes rolled up and her tongue hug out as her face rested against the wall. You took your soaked fingers out and moved to get behind her. Your place your hands around her flank and raise her back up until her sex was at level with your cock. Ms. Harshwhinny began to speak without even looking back.
“Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me hard! Put your big pulsing primate cock into my hot juicy mare pussy!”

You slide your shaft into her nethers.

Ms. Harshwhinny begins to howl with pleasure. You’re forced to let out a grunt yourself as her moist confines begin to tighten and heat up around your already hot shaft. Who knew mares like Ms. Harshwhinny were so tight? Or that they were so warm inside? It was amazing! Once you reached as far as you could go, you began to pull back a bit before thrusting inwards once more. You began to pick up the speed and force of your thrust, and Harshwhinny began to get louder and deeper with her moans as you applied more force. You loved how desperate she looked now, and felt the need to stroke your growing ego.

“Got to admit Harshwhinny, I always thought of you as a bitch. But I never thought of you as being the submissive bitch.”

Harshwhinny was able to let out a laugh between moans. “You idiot. You’re my plaything in this role.”

This got a chuckle out of you as you continued to plow into her. “That’s not how things look from here.”

That’s when you saw Harshwhinny press against the wall and forced you against the other side. You slammed into it and felt Harshwhinny ram into you and nearly lifted you off the floor with her ass alone. “Who is whose bitch?” She asked with a grin.

You felt Harshwhinny thrusting her hips into you and you let out a grunt. At the rate she was going, you would be finish within a few moments. As much as you wanted to cum insider her, you wanted to cum as the dominate one. But Harshwhinnys force had you pinned against the wall. Her newfound strength was greater than your aching muscles. You were caught between the metal wall and the relenting thrusts of Harshwhinny's strong hips. You needed something to turn this around.

And that’s when you noticed her tail wagging around in front of you. It saved you once before, could it save you again? You grabbed it with one hand and gave it a pull.

Ms. Harshwhinny thrusting stopped as she gave a higher pitch moan. You felt her strength leaving her and began to force her against the opposite wall. You felt as though Ms. Harshwhinny marehood was trying to pull your entire cock into her and guessed that she must be nearing her own orgasm by now. You began to pull what strength you had to thrust even harder, hoping to last long enough to make her cum.

Ms. Harshwhinny placed her hands on the wall again for another push, but this time you were ready for that. Tugging on her tail once more, she let out another moan and the strength seemed to drain away in her arms.

You begin to grin with your newfound victory. “I found your weak point.”

“I… won’t let you… make me… your bitch!”

“Oh yeah?” You gave another tug on the tail. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m… going… to do… THIS!”

Ms. Harshwhinny thrusts her hips back with enough force to cause you to take a step back. Somehow, she had found enough force to move you even without the added strength of her arms. You grab a firm hold of her flank as she places her hands on the wall for leverage. The two of you rock back and force between forcing Harshwhinny against the wall and moving you towards the other wall. Sweat dripping off both your faces, you both attempt to give it your all in one last push.

And then you felt your feet slip from under you.

You fell back and hit your head against the metal wall. You could feel your cock leave the warm embrace of Ms. Harshwhinny pussy, only to be quickly reunited with as she fell backwards on top of you.

The added force of gravity finally brought you over the edge. You felt your seed begin to spurt into her and there was nothing you could do to hold back. Your hips began to thrust on their own, thrusting rope after rope of your load, and you found yourself calling out Harshwhinnys name in a daze. You heard Ms. Harshwhinny call out your name and felt her hot fluids poor out over your crotch. The entire elevator seemed to rock back and forth from your combined orgasm. The metal walls echoed the sounds of moaning and the loud slapping noise of your thrusting hips.

As the last spurts of your seed went into her, you felt a wave of exhaustion overcome you, dulling the pain and aches till you could not feel them anymore. You could not even feel Harshwhinny lying against you, though you knew she was there. The echoing sounds of passion had ended, replaced with the quiet sounds of two souls trying to catch their breath.

“Ms. Harshwhinny,” you manage to say between catching your breath, “that was-“

“Lovingcup,” Ms. Harshwhinny corrected. “My first name is Lovingcup. I think given the situation, using my first name would be more appropriate.”

“Lovingcup.”

You heard her reply your name back.

The two of you simply sat in bliss filled silence for a while. You closed your eyes and listened to the sounds of Ms. Lovingcup Harshwhinny satisfaction.

That is, until a new noise grabbed your attention. You opened one eye and tilted your head to see the doors Ms. Harshwhinny had forced open begin to close again. You could hear the echo of turning gears from above.

“Huh, I think the elevator is moving again.” You say in your dream like state.

“That’s nice.” Harshwhinny dreamily replied.

There was a pause before you were forced back down from your ecstasy flight when Ms. Harshwhinny suddenly leaped away from you, accidently hitting you with her elbow.

“What?” she exclaimed loudly.

The pains and aches of the entire events started to return to you, but the feeling of Harshwhinny grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you up had your attention. “Don’t just sit there!” She exclaimed. “Unless you want to get fired for indecent exposure, get dressed before we reach the main floor!”

You scramble to gather your scattered clothing as Harshwhinny grabs hers.

The Elevator light read “6F” as you helped steady Ms. Harshwhinny while she attempted to pull up her pantyhose.

“5F” as the two of you quickly buttoned up your white shirts.

“4F” as you finally freed your pants from the handrail.

“3F” as you pulled up your pants and did the belt while Ms. Harshwhinny put on her skirt.

“2F” as the two of you put on your coat and shoes.

And as your descent started to slow, you saw Ms. Harshwhinny straighten out her outfit and mane. You decided to do the same with your suit and hair.

The doors began to open revealing the main floor and two workmen nearby. Ms. Harshwhinny took one step outside and punched the nearest workman in the face.

“That’s for leaving me to cook inside that metal death trap for so long!” she yelled as angrily walked towards the exits. You took this opportunity to head towards your car with all the eyes focused on Ms. Harshwhinny.

You reached the indoor parking lot, walked to your car, placed in the key and turned, and then turned on the AC. You took a moment to enjoy the cool air blow across your face before you let the events sink in.

You now find yourself with the realisation that you are attracted to Ms. Harshwhinny. Not only that, but you just had sex with said Harshwhinny. And it was not just any kind of sex. It was rough, painful, and enjoyable sex. At least for you, that is. You had no idea if Ms. Harshwhinny even felt slightly the same way as you did.

You begin your drive home with the thoughts on resting up from your ordeal and to contemplate what this circumstance meant to you…