Ms. Harshwhinny's Wish

"W-What?!" You stammer.

"You heard me, don't play stupid. I've read all about you. Good, strong genes, no hereditary illnesses, you've made the Wonderbolts Show Team at an amazingly young age, young with no steady relationship. You're perfect breeding stock," The caramel coated mare says without a hint of doubt.

Her words catch you by surprise; Ms. Harshwhinny had introduced herself at the bar and had talked to you for a while, she seemed to be a very uptight and professional mare.

Until she threw that bomb at you, that is.

"But you're old enough to be my mom!" You say, still shocked by the mare's proposal

"Charming," she deadpanned.

"I-I mean, not that you look old or anything..." words pour from your mouth as you babble incontrolably, trying to fix the damage of what you just said.

"Save it, I didn't pick you for having a smooth tongue. Come to my hotel room tonight, 207, here's the key," she says as she drops a key on the counter.

"You're serious?" You say, looking at her with a mix of disbelief and interest. "This isn't a joke?"

"Do I look like I'm joking, kid?" She says as she leans forward towards you. "Do I smell like I'm joking?" She then rights herself up and gives you a serious look. "I need a stallion, like you, every night until it takes. And then, nothing. I'll never bother you again, and in fact, I never even want to see you again, understand?"

"I just, I mean, I've never met a mare so, uh…"

"Direct? Deal with it. I'll be there at eleven, get the bed warm for me."

And with that, she turns around and leaves the bar.