Ms. Harshwhinny's Wish

"W-what?" You stammer in disbelief for the second time since you arrived at Canterlot.

"I know, dude." the uniformed stallion next to you says as he takes a sip of his drink before continuing "It came as a surprise to all of us, but we can't go against the Captain's orders."

You sit silently on the bar, too shocked to know what to say next. The news were unexpected to say the least. Your fellow Wonderbolt rubs his neck while trying to come up with words.

"But I thought that the Princesses' schedules were full until next month." You ask while raising an eyebrow. "What happened?"

Resigned, the white pegasus shrugs before slumping on the bar. "Well, I suppose that with the new Princess and everything, they somehow managed to squeeze enough time to attend to the Derby next weekend." After saying this, he finishes his drink in a single gulp. "Spitfire now wants us to start training Tuesday instead of Thursday"

"Wouldn't training for two more days make us feel exhausted when we actually go to the Derby?" You ask, still dumbfounded by the news.

"Heh, she wanted us to start this afternoon, but Soarin managed to convince her to delay it until Tuesday." Having finished his drink, he jumps of the chair and starts to walk away.

"Thanks for telling me, Fire Streak. See you later, I guess." You manage to say before he goes.

"No problem!" He's about to fly off when he stops for a second and turns around, looking straight at you. "Hey, man." You glance back at him and see him hovering near you.

"Yeah?" You say.

He squirms a bit before speaking. "Say... We have noticed your abscences from your room these past couple of nights." You flinch slightly at this, but Fire Streak puts a hoof on your shoulder and speaks again before you can reply. "Listen, what you do on your free time is none of our bussiness. Hell, I'm planning on skipping my hotel room tonight." He winks before continuing. "But Spitfire is going to be all over our flanks once training begins, and that means that we can't show up, let's say, 'exhausted' to practice, you understand?"

You stare at him silently for a moment before replying, "Yeah... yeah, I understand."

He then smiles. "Great, see ya' later pal. I've got to let the rest of the team know about the new schedule." He adds before turning around and flying off.

You sigh before turning around and ordering another drink. You sit silently, nursing your drink for a while. You prefer this bar because it's VIP only, which means that you won't have to deal with Wonderbolts fans besieging you at every moment. You down your drink in a swift motion and glance down to your side.

Sitting there is a white gift bag with the red outline of a heart, inside of it are two bottles of wine and a box of chocolates... alongside a small envelope.

You sigh once again and raise from your chair. You lift the bag and leave a tip, before flying off to a certain room in the hotel.

You open the door of the empty room, and flick the switch. The room is then flooded by the dim, yelow lights. Drifting into the room, you close the door with a swift kick. The news about the new training schedule had hit you like a brick, and the feeling still lingered over you as a dark, stormy cloud.

You had planned to spend your nights with Ms. Harshwhinny until Tuesday, so you could rest the next day and be ready for training on Thursday. Truth be told, you are looking forward to these nights. So far they have been... fun.

You smile softly. It's weird to admit it to yourself, but you hadn't expected this to be as enjoyable as it ended up being.

Your smile wavers as you remember the news. If training is going to start two days earlier, that would mean that you'd have to cut short your time with Ms. Harshwhinny by two days. And today is already Sunday, so...

Clenching your teeth, you try to steer clear from those thoughts. You shake your head and head towards the end of the room. You leave the white bag on the table and start looking for glasses in the cabinets. While you're doing this, you hear the door click open and find a certain mare in lavender suit on the door. Her ears perk up when she sees you.

"What do you have over there?" She closes the door and leaves her briefcase on the wall, she then trots towards you and eyes the glasses. "Fancying something to drink? I hate to break it to you, but the drinks from the minibar are lousy."

"Actually, I bought something before coming here." You point towards the white bag resting on the table.

Her eyes follow your hoof until she sees the white fancy bag. Her body backs away slowly in surprise.

"'Nuits romantiques'?" She asks smirking. "Isn't that a bit expensive?"

"Wonderbolt Discount." You answer without a missing beat.

"Well, well, well. May I ask what brought upon this sudden act of generosity?" She cocks her head back at you. "Not that I don't appreciate it." Her smirk turns into a wide smile as she says this.

You stay silent before returning the smile. "Don't flatter yourself too much." You then fly quickly towards the table and get the bottle of wine out of the bag. "The wine is for both of us."

She lets out a quick laugh. "That'd probably be for the best. We wouldn't want to 'inhibit' your performance." She then narrows her eyes and smiles devishly. "Wouldn't we?"

"No" You spit back. "We wouldn't." Your free hoof goes back into the bag and you take out a round red box. "I claim part of the chocolates as well."

Ms. Harshwhinny's expression softens and gives you an earnest smile. "Well then," she brings the glasses to the table, "start pouring that wine, I'll go freshen up." You open the bottle as you see her go for her briefcase before heading to the bathroom."

You raise an eyebrow "Do you plan on filling forms while in there?"

"Ha. Ha." She keeps going without breaking her stride. "No, funny guy, I'll have you know that in this briefcase," She turns around and stares at you with a mix of lust and hunger "is your incentive." She then closes the door slowly.

You stare at the door flabbergasted, before you notice that the wine is spilling over the counter.

You lay on the bed waiting, the glasses of wine sitting idly on the nightstand alongside the unopened box of chocolates. You decide to put on some music to add some ambience to the night. You probably should thought of that sooner.

You fly towards the big stereo on the back of the room and start skimming through the list of available music before deciding on an appropiate album. The music starts slowly and soon fills the room.

"Marvin Haye?" Ms. Harshwhinny's voice catches your attention and you spin around. "I didn't think you'd appreciate the classics." Your jaw falls off its hinges as you take in the view before you. Ms. Harshwhinny is using a very flattering piece of lingerie.

"Ah... I... Um, that's very..." You babble miserably.

She limits her reaction to a soft chuckle. "Glad to know you like it" She glances around her body. "I was afraid it'll make my flanks look fat."

You fly close to her and softly smack her rump. "It does." You smirk. "And it's glorious."

She guffaws at your retort, and throws her hooves around your neck and gets closer. Her eyes staring deeply into yours. Her smile then dissapears and cocks her head.

"Is something bothering you?" She asks.

Your mind goes back to the Derby, the Princesses, Spitfire and the new training schedule... and the envelope that rested inside the bag over the table.

"No." You reply leaning forward for a kiss. " Nothing's wrong."

Both of you get lost in the kiss. Lips pressing against lips, and tongues that timidly made their way into each others mouths, were they began dancing with one another and a mix of flavors invaded your senses. Your lips part and you open your eyes.

Ms. Harshwhinny stares deeply into your eyes, and you're sure you can see a faint sparkle in those eyes, but it's gone before you can fully notice. "Now." She lowers her voice, "Shall we begin?"

You reply with a smirk, and grab her by the armpits. She gives a surprised yelp before you continue. "Allow me." You beat your wings and raise above the floor, carrying Ms. Harshwhinny with you.

She holds firmly around your neck, your sudden boldness took her by surprise, but still was welcomed. "You sure feel audacious tonight" She gave you an earnest smile as you lay her on the bed. "What brought upon this change of attitude?"

You flapped your wings again and positioned yourself above her. "It's not fair to let you have all the fun." You descend slowly until your bodies touch. "Nor would it be fair..." You extend your left wing and carefully grab the wine glasses between your feathers "...to make an older mare overexert herself." You smirk while taking a sip of wine.

"Is that so?" Ms. Harshwhinny lets a soft snort and grabs the other glass. "Well, in that case," she quickly raises her rear legs and puts them around your waist. Softly pushing your body against hers, "let's see what you can do on your own." With that she takes a sip of her glass.

"I think that you'll find it far beyond..." You finishe the glass of wine in a gulp and leave it on the nightstand. "...adequate."

Ms. Harshwhinny smiled. A honest, content smile that you were more than happy to correspond. "Acceptable, then?" She replied in a mocking, yet playful tone. before finishing her glass of wine.

You laugh, maybe a bit more loudly than you would have prefered. " Why don't we leave any judgement," you lean in again, "For tomorrow?"

"Fine by me..." She whispered as she closed her eyes.

The piece of chocolate traced Ms. Harshwhinny's lips slowly before making their way to her mouth. She wasted no time in wrapping it with her tongue and taking it from your hoof.

"Coffee." she smiled after biting down. "I'd prefer plain milk chocolate."

The heat on your chest raised even more than it already did. "I myself enjoy some butterscotch once in a while" You reply with a smile, doing your best attempt at a seductive response.

Ms. Harshwhinny stares at you dumbfounded before letting a long deep laugh that drowned the background music. "Y-you shh-hahahaha" You stare at her, deadpanning. "Mmf... I'm sorry. You should re-heh-eally work on your pfffft... material." She breaths deeply. "I'm sorry, that was actually very cute."

"Yea-huh." You snark before smiling. "I'm taking more than half of the box because of that."

"Oh, let's leave that aside for now." Ms. Harshwhinny put the lid on the chocolate box and threw it off the bed. "Why don't we move on tho the next item on the list?" She then threw her hooves around your neck and pulled you closer.

Your hoof softly traced the contour of her ears. "As you wish, Ms. Harshwhinny" You whisper, just a a few centimeters from her face.

"Sarah," Ms. Harshwhinny sighed before closing her eyes and pulling your face closer to hers. "Call me Sarah."

Your hooves gently caressed Sarah's body, wandering through her curves, while your lips were locked on a ferocious encounter.

Your hips swayed slowly yet firmly, mostly due to the restriction of Ms. Harshwhinny's rear legs around your waist. One of her hooves was firmly planted on your back, while the other ristled your mane.

"Mmmn..." Her soft moans, still audible through your intertwined lips got more frequent as time passed, and as your movements became more vigorous and fast paced "Nngh..." at this point, her hooves were pressing your back, getting her body closer to you until they touched. "Kyah~!" Your lips parted as Sarah's back arched violently, and her inner walls tightened, strongly gripping you and making you lose your focus.

"Yes, yes, oh sweet Celestia, don't stop." she could barely make herself clear due to the constant squirming of her body.

"Ah.. Ah! Sarah!" You managed to yell before letting yourself loose inside of your partner.

"Gah!" You both give one final yelp, before your bodies stop moving, and you collapse on top of her, panting.

Ms. Harshwhinny lays silently, hugging you, while you try to catch your breath.

"Th-that... that was... very... very..." she lets put while caressing your back.

"Acceptable?" You reply, with a playful smile.

"Acceptable." She sighs back.

You chuckle lightly and hug her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did." You whisper into her ear.

Sarah doesn't move for a moment, and you couldn't tell if she had fallen asleep or not until she spoke again. "I'll still see you tomorrow night, right?"

Your body stiffens as your blood freezes on your veins.

"Right?" She asks.

Your mind goes back to the Derby, the new schedule, and the envelope, still laying inside the white bag.

"Are you--?"

"Yes, Sarah." You plant a kiss on her cheek. "Yes you will."