Ms. Harshwhinny's Wish

You lay in the bed on your back, forelimbs behind your head, staring at the ceiling. After being 'famous' for the past year, sneaking away from the team and slipping through town like a thief felt unnatural. Having fangirls fawning over you was one second nature by now, but this wasn't a fangirl, nor had she fawned at all.

Metal scratches metal in the doorway, the bolt gently slides open and light paints the room as she quietly slips in. You reach over to raise the wick in the oil lamp, bringing a flickering warm light to the room and silently letting her know you've come on her command. If it surprised her she gave no hint of it, she shuts and latches the door without pause and carefully hangs her jacket up in the bare closet. Without even looking at you she slips into the restroom, the sharp bouncing of her earrings hitting the counter ringing uncomfortably in the silence.

Dread and perversion fill your stomach in equal measure, you regret coming here as much as you look forward to where it will go. When she steps from the bathroom to simply stare at you it is impossible to tell whether she is glaring at you or attempting to look seductive. Whether her brisk approach is meant to look threatening or sultry, whether her refusal to speak is sensual or shameful. At the foot of the bed her forelimbs slam into the footboard with a loud clonk, she leaps into the bed entirely like a bouncing young mare. The mattress sinks deep as she bounces on top of you, her forelimbs to either side of your head, her rear knees digging in besides your waist. Under the impact your bodies melt together for a brief moment, the rush scaring an 'oof' out of you, the first spoken noise of the evening.

She frowns at you for ruining the silence, suffocating you with her mouth and delving her tongue deep inside you. Her tongue presses against your own, aggressively as opposed to passionately, her hips grinding against yours equally as violently.

Ms. Harshwhinny then pulls her lips, breaking apart the kiss, all while keeping her stoic demeanor. A soft hint of a smirk crosses her lips before pressing her hooves on your chest, and slowly lowering them until reaching your rising manhood, and guiding you inside of her. Her warmth suddenly envelops you, and both of you bask in that feeling for a few moments.

You’re not sure how to proceed, so you decide to take the lead and start moving. Just as you start to get a rhythm, she stops you and leans back, sitting straight and pushing down her hips.

“Shhh…”

Immobile, you don’t know how to react. You’re about to speak when she starts swaying her hips. Slowly at first, but gaining force rapidly, her movements become more firm and aggressive as soft moans escape her throat, and a soft blush invaded her cheeks .

As the night wears on, her apathetic expression slowly melts away with each thrust. She can’t contain herself for much longer, evidenced by the increase of the rhythm of her movements. The trembling of her body gives way to longer, deeper moans. You can feel her tighten, embracing you as she moves faster and faster.

You can see her body jolting and her back slightly arching as she loses her rhythm and her actions become more violent and frenetic. She tightens once again and you can no longer contain yourself and you cum inside of her, filling her to the brim.

With one last thrust and a last exhale, she collapses on top of you, surrounding your neck with her arms, and you can feel her slow breaths on your chest, interspersed with soft trembles of her relaxed but still spasming body.

Basking in the afterglow, you put one foreleg around her waist, pressing her body against yours.

You close your eyes for a moment before a chuckle enters your ears.

“Don’t think we’re done here.” She says with a smirk on her face.

The night went on, and Ms. Harshwhinny never gave ground.

She was ferocious, like a starving predator who finally found a prey. She has needs to be fulfilled, and you are going to fill them, ‘til the very last drop.

You both lie atop the bed, sheets and pillows thrown haphazardly across the hotel room’s floor. Shrouded in a silence broken only by your slow breaths and the ticking of the clock on the wall

“It’s very late.” She lets out with a soft sigh.

“Or very early” You reply with curled lips.

“Either way,” she sits upright and flicks some stray hairs from her face “we should get going. I have to attend a meeting downtown first thing in the morning and I must get ready.”

After that, she hops off the bed, trying to maintain balance on her wobbly legs; she whips her disheveled mane and walks to the bathroom door and stops at the door. She lingers there for a second, standing silent before craning her neck and shooting you a sultry look.

“Ready for dessert?” She says.

You follow her to the bathroom, your legs almost giving in. Leaning on the doorframe, you catch your breath as you watch Ms. Harshwhinny get inside the shower. She opens the faucet and recoils at the cold water, rushing to get the water to the right tempreature. She lets the water run down her body, loosening the knots on her back and relieving her sore muscles, dragging away the remnants of last night’s activities.

You kept staring at her body, until her voice caught you attention.

“What is it? Too tired?”

You may have heard a playful edge on her voice, but whether it was actually there or the exhaustion was playing tricks with your mind, you knew what she wanted, and you were more than happy to comply.

Ms. Harshwhinny peeked her head through the shower curtains and looked straight at you with an expression that left no doubt behind about meaning. “Are you going to stay there and watch? I’m going to use up all the hot water if you keep standing there.”

You step into the tub and you can finally take in the sight in front of you. Ms. Harshwhinny’s coat is already soaked, and her short mane is hanging limply in wet bangs around her face. Though she seems tired, her eyes irradiate a fire that the water couldn’t quench.

You take in her looks just as she seizes you up. “Well, then. It seems that you still have some energy left.” She smirked as she grabbed a bar of soap. “It seems like I made the right choice with you.” Standing up, Ms. Harshwhinny leaned on the wall and started lathering her body with the soap “We’re in the final run. Give it all you got.”

You stand there, mesmerized for a couple of seconds before your throbbing manhood snaps you back to reality. You get closer to Ms. Harshwhinny as her lips curl into a devious smile. The water keeps running over your bodies, soaking every last inch of fur. You stand up and put your forelimbs to either side of her head, while your rear legs spread hers.

You lean into her left ear and whisper softly. “Damn right, I will.”

Her smile widens as her forelegs wrap your neck and pulls you closer to her. Positioning on her entrance, you lift your head and stare deeply into her eyes. Leaning in once again, you close your eyes as you give Ms. Harshwhinny a warm kiss as you slowly make your way into her. You keep advancing slowly, carefully entering her and making sure she felt every second of it.

The kiss continues as your hips touch once again, and you stay still for a moment, basking on the sensation of warmth that was invading you both on the outside and on the inside.

Shortly after, your forelimbs make their way to her legs, which you promptly pull over your waist as you start moving. Her moans are cut short as your tongue makes its way into her mouth, action that she gladly reciprocates.

You start with short, strong thrusts that make her let out small gasps as her hips recoil in the wall, and increase your rhythm slowly but steadily, as her legs tighten around your waist, pulling you closer.

The soreness of the previous night is making its way into your body, but you keep going and do your best to maintain your rhythm, her moans and squirms being more than enough reward.

You can feel yourself in the final run, and pour all of your energy in these last thrusts, powerful brusque thrusts that shake her to her very core.

Her moaning becomes a deep long hum as her whole body trembles, ending in a loud gasp and her back arching against the wall. You reach your limit as well, and blow your last load into her twitching insides. Your legs finally give in and you both drift slowly into the filling tub.

Ms. Harshwhinny finishes fixing her suit in front of the mirror before speaking "The hotel maids will come in around noon, so be sure to leave by then.”

You are too tired to form a coherent answer and can barely grunt in response.

“Oh, and by the way,” she says.

You tiredly raise your head towards her, and you see her giving you a sidelong glance and a smile.

“See you tonight. Same hour. You may want to rest until then.”

And with that, she closed the door behind her.