Ms. Harshwhinny's Wish

You arrive at Ms. Harshwhinny's room an hour before the scheduled time.

The Games Committee and the Wonderbolts are staying in the same hotel, so it made things easier, after the last ordeal you went to your room to relax and prepare for tonight. If your last meeting with Ms. Harshwhinny was any indication, you’d need your energies.

Being part of The Wonderbolts, even if just the reserve team, had its privileges; such as being able to make full use of the hotel’s services. The spa and massage parlor came in extremely helpful in relieving the tension and soreness of your body, and helped you recover your energies for your next encounter.

The night you spent with Ms. Harshwhinny was truly invigorating. It has been some time since you’ve slept with someone. Not due to a lack of opportunities, but rather due to the hectic training schedule of the Wonderbolts.

You’ve managed to score once in a while in the tours. You may not be one of the big names such as Soarin or Rapidfire, but just having the uniform and your name in the roster is enough to make mares swoon for you. And sometimes even more.

Still, the night you spent with Ms. Harshwhinny was… different. Not only because she was much older and much more experienced that the mares you normally prefer, but also because last night you felt a thrill. A thrill you haven’t felt since you joined the Wonderbolts, not so long ago.

In any case, you know you’ll only have slightly less than a week to keep this up. The WB Derby is next weekend, and you need to be in perfect condition for it. Which means you can only keep this up for four more days at most.

So you’re going to enjoy it, for as long as it may last.

"You'll be seeing Rain Booms!
Ooo-ooo-oooh!
Equestria Girls, we're kinda magical!
Boots on hooves, bikinis on top!"

You smack the radio, turning it off., you’ve hated this group ever since they became corporate sellouts.

It’s well past the agreed hour and you’ve ran out of thing to do to pass the time. You open the mini fridge and try to find something to drink when the door opens to show a disheveled Mr. Harshwhinny carrying a load of papers.

You hurry up to her side and help her with the stack of documents and put them in a nearby table as Ms. Harshwhinny lets her body fall on the bed.

“Tough day?” You ask, trying to strike up a conversation.

She just nods in agreement from the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you feel too tired to-?”

Her derisive laugh is enough for you to know she isn’t.

“What is it? Did last night made you afraid?”

She hops from bed before you can answer and heads towards the bathroom

“I’ve spent over ten hours in a cramped meeting room with a bunch of bureaucrats that can’t distinguish their cutiemarks from their buttcracks.” She stops once she reaches you. She leans forward and puts her front hoof on your chest. “When I get out I want you ready. There’s a lot of stress I’ve got to vent” And with a devilish smile, she pushes you towards the bed, before turning around and closing the bathroom door behind her.

You can hear the water rushing down behind the closed door. Remembering last night, you preemptively took out the pillows and bedsheets. You thought about doing something to make this night special. But Ms. Harshwhinny seemed content with taking the lead, and you're ok with that.

For the time being.

After all, she said that you would help her achieve her wish of having a baby, but that doesn't imply some fun can't be had along the way.

You smile while reminiscing about last night.

Ms. Harshiwhinny may be a bit on the old side, but damn, she didn't appear so in bed. The relative firmness of her body surprised you, you expected a mare in her fourties, who had a mainly bureaucratic job, to be more, well, soft. Nor did you expect her to be so...

...dexterous, let's say. You assume experience is something that comes with age. Still, it's obvious that she does worry about her physical health. It's good to know that she takes care of her body.

And tonight, you'll take care of it, too.

You take a couple of Gatorade bottles out of the fridge. If this encounter is as intense as last night's then you'll need to keep yourselves hydrated. Leaving the bottles on the nightstand, you walk to the big windows of the room.

Ponies walked down below, some in suits, some in casual clothing, and some naked. All of them going on with their lives. You think you may have seen a fellow Wonderbolt wandering around there. You couldn't blame them for trying to have some fun the week prior to next Sunday's Derby, the training wouldn't begin until Thursday, so the whole team had a couple of days to themselves.

Thursday...

You grimace, but it's gone almost as quickly as it came. It's Saturday night, so none of you have things to do tomorrow. You can go the extra mile today.

You're about to jump back in bed when the bathroom door opens and Ms. Harshwhinny comes out, shrouded in a cloud of steam.

"Well then," she said in a playful voice "are we ready?"

Both of you jump into bed at the same time. The springs recoiling with your combined weight.

"So," you ask in an effort to sound seductive, "here we are."

A soft giggle escapes Mr. Harshwhinny. "You are sexier with your mouth shut, believe me."

She then puts her forelegs around your neck and pushes you down to the bed and leans in closer. She lifts her rear legs and positions herself on top of you, her marehood making contact with your groin. You can feel traces of war moistness that have nothing to do with the shower she just took.

You raise your forelegs and hold her back, at that moment you think you might have seen a brief glimmer in her eyes, but she closes them before you can be sure. Her kiss begins simple, and almost chaste. Just lips against lips, but she slowly begins moving them as her hooves grab the sides of your face, holding it in place. Just as the kiss became more viscious, more hungry, she carefully slipped her tongue inside your mouth.

And you were more than happy to play along.

Your tongue carefully traced the edges of her lips, often finding hers on the way. You tightened your embrace around her back, and made your way inside her mouth. You could hear faint, low moans coming from her as she slowly started to sway her hips.

You complied, and started to move yours accordingly, matching her movements. Her moaning increased slowly, as did the moisture on her nether regions. Your hooves slowly made their way to her flanks, wich you softly squeezed whilst keeping your rhythm. Her body made light trembles as she sped up her pace, her kiss becoming more vigorous as she moved faster and faster.
She broke the kiss, letting out a deep sigh as her body gave one final jolt that tensed her muscles. Panting, she straightened her body on top of you.

A soft blush invaded her cheeks as she smirked, and half closed her eyes before speaking. "And now for the main event..." Ms. Harshwhinny then stood up. You raised an eyebrow in confusion, until she sat back on top of you. This time, with her back facing you.

"Spicing things up, I see" You say, with a mischievous edge.

"Excuse me for--ngh" she gave a soft moan as she aligned herself with you. "enjoying myself."

She began to rock her hips back and fort slowly, enjoying the rubbing sensation between both of you, Ms. Harshwhinny started to let out soft whimpers that increased their intensity with every motion. She then arched her back a little bit, while taking a deep breath, and loosening her legs in the process.

You decided to take advantage of her distraction to grab her flanks with your hooves and swiftly, but softly, pull her down until your bodies touched each other.

"Ah!" She let out a surprised yelp, accompanied by a stiffening of her body. And the tightening of her marehood, which in turn wrapped your vibrant erection, and enveloped it in her warmth.

"Took you by surprise?" You smirked.

Ms. Harshwhinny turned her head, with a serious look on her face. Did she dislike what you did? Would she call off the night and go find someone else? You didn't think she'd do that, but you felt that she was more than capable of getting back at you for your boldness.

"You should have told me you were going to do that..."

She then returned your smirk and pressed down her hips, grinding her body against you.

"I'll keep it in mind..." you then started to move your hips up and down quickly, making Ms. Harshwinny close her ayes and start moaning softly. "...for next time."

"Mmmf... mmmff... O-oooh..."

Ms. Harshwhinny could get, as her name implied, quite noisy once she got comfortable.

Sweat stained the bed, which gnashed and recoiled in response to your wild, frantic movements. At first, you had decided to let Ms. Harhshinny take control of the night (again), but you should have known you wouldn't let her have all the fun two nights in a row.

"Mmhm. There, right there..."

You're a Wonderbolt. And a Wonderbolt knows to push his limits. You get a grip of her hips and star pumping with more force.

"Ngh!"

That's the kind of response you were looking for. Deciding to push forward, you slowly increase your rhythm while holding her firmly in place.

"K-keep that pace"

Her body began to squirm in response to your thrusting, which kept increasing as much as your energy would allow.

"D-don't stop..."

Your hooves went up Ms. Harshwhinny's soft body, until you reached her shoulders. Which you grabbed as you moved your hips as fast and strong as you could.

"D-do you hear me? Don't stop!"

You could feel her body begin to tremble, her walls contratcing and spasming, pushing you towards your final stretch as well.

"Gah!"

With a final yelp, she collapsed on top of your body, panting. Both of you stayed there, gasping for breath; you reached for the almost empty bottle on the nightstand, which you quickly began to gulp down before passing it to Ms. Harshwhinny.

"So..." She said between sips of the bottle. "...ready for round four?"

Ms. Harshwhinny lay next to you. Both of you were completely spent and could barely move.

Exhaustion had drove tonight's session to a close around four a.m. Since then you both stayed at the hotel room in an odd state between sleep and awake. You look at the clock on the wall, which shows that well past ten. You then lower your sight to the mare who lay close to you.

She lay on her side, her head resting over her forelegs. Her chest raised slowly with each breath. Though not as slowly as it would if she was asleep.

You're not one to engage in pillow talk. Hell, normally you would have already left for training or for a morning fly.

So why was this diferent?

"Did I do well?" You ask, perhaps more bluntly than you intended.

"Your performance was... adequate" She replied after a brief silence.

Now, that... That you didn't expect. You did your best last night, and you were completely sure she had enjoyed it. But she just thought you were...

"...Adequate?" You asked, trying not to sound too let down.

"Adequate. I expect you to improve over the next few days." At this, she opened her eyes. "You know what I think?" She ten stood up, arching her back until it cracked. She then hopped off the bed and put on her shirt. "I think..." She mused while trotting towards the door. "I think that you need some incentive"

You perk up at this, but she's already leaving.

"Maybe next time, though" She then winked at you from the open door, and closed it behind her.