Ms. Harshwhinny's Wish

Your hooves gently stroke Sarah Harshwhinny's coat as she lay on your embrace, her breaths were the only sounds breaking the silence that had dawned upon the room.

Stroke.

As usual, the session had ended by the time exhaustion had claimed both of you, not so long ago. Light starts peering through the courtains, and you close your eyes and lean into Ms. Harshwhinny's face, gently nuzzling her and trying not to wake her up. You can't help but smile. It just felt good laying there with Sarah, feeling her warm body against yours.

Stroke.

Could Fire Streak's night have ended like yours? You doubt it. Knowing him, he probably ended up in a bathtub with a young mare that wanted to spend the night with a Wonderbolt and a killer hangover. You chuckle lightly at the thought. Then again it's likely you could be in the same bathtub with him and a fan of your own.

Stroke.

That could be the case. If it weren't for her.

Stroke.

The music kept playing all throughout the night, now stuck on a loop with a soft jazzy tune. Not that you mind, it complemented the moment perfectly.

Stroke.

Your hooves kept caressing Ms. Harshwhinny's body, following her curves, making their way through her back, her soft flanks, firm hips, and her flat yet squeezy abdomen.

You stop.

Your mind goes back to that Friday afternoon after the Wonderbolts presentation and panel after your arrival at Canterlot. The moment you arrived at the hotel and you found yourself face to face with Ms. Harshwhinny.

You lay motionless, still embracing Sarah, and holding her close to you.

Her words still ring on your head. "Good, strong genes, no hereditary illness, you've made the Wonderbolt show team at an amazingly young age." Ms. Harshwhinny had come to you with one request. "You're perfect breeding stock."

Stroke.

You had promised to help her with her wish. A part of you wonders why, maybe it was her straightforward attitude and her promise of not bothering you afterwards that assuaged your worries.

Stroke.

On one hoof, it's probably for the best. There's no way you could take care of a child being a Wonderbolt, and you have no desire to leave the team. Being a Wonderbolt is part of your life. Part of who you are. And there's no way you can leave that behind so early in your life.

Stroke.

And yet...

Stroke.

And yet, what?

Stroke.

Then again... "And then, nothing. I'll never bother you again," you grimace, "and in fact, I never even want to see you again, understand?" Your body squirms remembering those words, but... Last night she asked you to stay with her. Maybe not those exact words, but that's the message they carried.

Or was it just you hearing what you wanted to hear?

Stroke.

"You know." Sarah mumbles through her sleep, making your hoof stop midway throug her waist. "You're going to rip off my fur if you keep stroking me that hard" She then opens one eye and looks straight at you.

"Sorry" you whisper.

"There are worse ways of waking up." She stirs and gets closer to you. "I have a meeting at noon, what time is it?"

You glance at the clock on the wall. "Almost ten."

"I should get ready then." And still, she gave no sign of moving.

"You surely made a mess of this" She says while taking off her lingerie.

"Oh, I think I had plenty of help making a mess last night." You shoot back, smiling.

"Ha, ha. Very funny." She lets her panties slide off her leg and trots towards the bathroom. Once she gets to the door, she looks back at the clock and then at you. "You know..." She says in a sultry voice.

"Yeah," you smile, and flap your wings, raising yourself from bed and head towards Sarah, "I think I do know."

You share a quick, yet deep, kiss under the open door. "I'll warm the water." And with that she trots into the bathtub.

You follow her, but just as you're about to close the door, your eyes land on the white 'Nuits Romantiques' paperbag laying on the table. And remember the envelope inside of it.

You linger there. Not knowing if you should say something right now or...

"It's reaaa~dy!" A singing voice announces from the bathroom.

Or if you should wait.

Ms. Harshwhinny peeks her head through the curtains and calls you in. "Clock is ticking."

You're coming back tonight. You can ask her then. Roght now, though. "I'm coming." You have other things to do.

The falling water drenched your bodies, it's warmth only increasing the fire inside of you.

Ms. Harshwhinny held her hooves around your neck while you rested her body against the wall, mercilessly pounding away. "Hmph..." Your left hoof rested on the wall, while your right one held your parter by her flanks. "Mmmm..." Ms. Harshwhinny's lips enveloped yours, her tongue wrapping yours and pulling it inside her mouth. "Nnngh...".

Your movements were firm, rhythmical. You had payed careful attention to how her body reacted to your advances. It feels great knowing that just in a few couple of days you managed to know her body so well. If only you could...

"Gyah!" Sarah's loud moaning brought your mind back to the present. "Oh, sweet Celestia." she blurted put before locking your lips together again.

You can feel her tightening, and your hoof squeezes her flank in an attempt to prolong the inevitable. Ms. Harshwhinny pressed her rear legs, pulling you closer, and you feel her squirming against the wall.

"Hnnnghhh-Ah!" She lets out as her body give one final, violent tremble, and falls limp against you.

It doesn't take you long to finish as well. You give a few thrusts before letting out your load inside of her.

You both stay there, panting under the stream of water.

"Well..." You let out.

"Well." She replies. "Now I do need to get ready." She then plants a quick kiss on your cheek before reaching for the bar of soap.

The clock shows that it's a quarter past eleven. Ms Harshwhinny was putting on her suit and was looking for her earrings while you sat near the table, ogling the white bag, mustering the courage to speak.

"Say, Sarah." You speak up. She stops buttoning her blouse and turned her head towards you.

"Yeah? What is it?" She keeps struggling with her buttons while trotting towars the counter. "I have to leave soon."

You raise from the table and go to the counter as well. "I was just thinking..."

Ms. Harshwhinny finishes getting dressed and proceeds to quickly down a cup of coffe.

"Aaah..." She then throws the cup inside the sink and goes for her briefcase. "Oh, you were saying?"

"Y-yeah..." Your voice starts to waver. "I was wondering..."

"Yeah-huh?" She looks at you while heading for the door.

"The Committee. They're..." You clear your throat. "You're staying until Thursday, right? Then you'll leave for Hoovingtown?"

Ms. Harshwhinny stopped walking.

"Right?" You ask again, prodding for a response.

"Hoofington, actually." She says in a low voice, barely above a whisper.

Silence hung between both of you.

"So..." You both speak at the same time. Ms. Harshwhinny gave a soft chuckle before talking again. "Yeah. A small delegation will be sent to Hoofington the same day." She turns around and stares at you. "Guess that leaves us with a couple of nights, then." A hint of a smile appears on her face, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. You do your best to reciprocate that smile.

"Yeah." You reply. "I guess it does."

The silence came back, filled with unspoken words.

"Well..." Ms. Harshwhinny stared a t the floor. "I should probably get going."

"Good bye" You speak up as you see her walk through the door. "Take care."

"You too" She whispers, before closing the door.

Silence envelops you once again, filled with a bitter sensation of regret. You sigh and reach for the white bag, taking the envelop from it.

You open it slowly, and peer into it as you sigh once again. You take out the note and read it.

"Ms. Harshwhinny, I'd be pleased to enjoy your company on the Wonderbolts Derby this Saturday. And you're cordially invited to the afterparty. In the evelope you'll find your ticket for the VIP booth for the Derby and a pass for the Canterlot Garden Party."

You simply stare at the ornate piece of paper, and with another sigh, you flick it off the table.