Ms. Harshwhinny's Wish

A blur passed by the finishing line like a torpedo, sending papers flying in every direction, closely followed by two more.

"36.93 seconds, not bad Fleetfoot." Spitfire took note of the time in a notepad. "High Winds, Misty Fly, 37.39, much better than last time." As she wrote down the new data, three more blurs passed by in rapid succession. "37.86, Wave Chill. 37.96, Fire Streak. 38.01 Rapidfire. Great times, but you can still improve." She lay down her pen and looked around over her sunglasses. "Now, where's...?"

You quickly fly by and land on the other side of the finishing line, panting.

"Oh, there you are, rookie." Spitfire smiles and flies towards you, once she lands in front of you, she looks at her stopwatch.

"I've been in the team for over a year," you reply while catching your breath, "do you really have too keep calling me rookie?"

"Well, as long as you're the newest member of the team, you're still the rookie." She then glances back at you while taking off her sunglasses. "39.23" Her face turns serious. "Well below your average."

You grimace at that. Fire Streak is looking at you from the sidelines, slightly confused. You cast down your eyes. You don't want him to see you like this. "I'm sorry, captain."

"Yesterday was the same." She trots to your side. "Now, I'm not scolding you for being last, there's nothing wrong with that." She the puts her foreleg around your back and shook her free hoof at you in mock anger. "But it worries me when a promising star does less than what I know they can do."

"I... I understand, captain." You nod as you slump your shoulders. "I'll do my best tomorrow. It's just that, with the new schedule..." You mumble half-heartedly.

"I know, I know, this caught us all by surprise," she interrupts you, "and I understand if you're all a bit shaken." She then took her leg off you and started to fly back to the table near the finish line. "But I do expect you to improve over these next couple of days."

You throw one of your legs across the other, and start softly running it up and down. "I understand captain, I will". You then give a soft smile.

"And I told you, stop calling me Captain." Spitfire shot back at you, without turning around.

"Once you stop calling me rookie." You smile, a bit more confident this time.

"Ha!" She laughs "We'll see on that." She then sat back at her table and picked up her notepad. "Ok, everypony, take fifteen and we'll do another round."

You sit on the stands, greedily drinking from an almost empty bottle of water. Training finished almost half an hour ago, but you still stayed here and gave a final run. You managed to improve your time, though not like your best marks. You finish your water, taking another sip.

"It's a start..." You mumble.

"I've seen you do worse." You jolt on your seat and turn around to see Fire Streak hovering towards you, holding two bottles of water. "And I've also seen you fly drunk after that special show in Las Pegasus" You both tremble at that memory. "And nothing has ever made you go slower than me."

With that he sits next to you and throws you one bottle of water. You nod, thanking him and open the bottle. A couple of minutes pass in silence before he speaks again.

"Is she that good?" The sudden question takes you by surprise and you choke on your water. "Woah there, easy pal." Fire Streak gives you gentle pats on your back as you regain your breath.

"Wha-*COUGH*-what?" You manage to spew in between coughs.

"Well, I've known you long enough to know that it's a she, but..." He takes a sip from his bottle, looking at the track. "Is she so good that you're letting it affect your performance?" He asks more seriously.

You sit in silence, not knowing how to respond.

"Now, you know I'm not one to judge somepony's lifestyle." He chuckles. "That'd make me a hypocrite."

"Heh, you'll be lucky if your Sunday escapade doesn't end up on the papers." You reply with a laugh of your own, which increases as you see your partner grimace. "Just kidding, man."

"Let us not mention that incident." He clears his throat noisily before continuing. "What I'm trying to say here is..." He twists his free hoof in the air, looking for the right words. "I know she must mean something to you." He gives you a soft look. "But you know you really can't keep a relationship 'and' be a touring performer at the same time."

You stare into the sky, not really focusing your sight on anything in particular. You think back to Ms. Harshwhinny.

Deep down you want to believe that you have connected on some level. But there's no clear showing of that. The sex has been great, beyond that, even. And she surely has shown you that she has enjoyed spending these nights with you.

"Ya hear me, pal?" He gives you an earnest look and puts a hoof on your shoulder. "I don't want to see you giving up on your dreams."

"Don't worry." You reply softly before looking back at him. "I won't."

You open the door of the hotel room and look inside. Ms. Harshwhinny is already inside, and is giving you a stern look mixed with amusement.

"You are late." She shakes off her shirt. "But it's not something that can't be--"

Before she can finish, you launch yourself towards her and raise her through her armpits, lifting her off the ground. She lets out a small 'eep' before you silence her with a voracious kiss.

"Mmm!" She tries to struggle for a moment before relaxing in your embrace. "Mmm..." The initial shock had worn off, and she's letting herself get lost in the kiss. "Mmhm..." She's starting to enjoy it.

You fly towards the bed and lay her down, but never breaking contact. Your hooves make their way to her back. "Nyah..." Ms. Harshwhinny whipped back her head, taking a deep breath, a smile plastered on her face. "Well, someone is feeling venturesome, today." She arched an eyebrow and gently bit her lip. "Can't say I don't like it." You put a hoof on her lips.

In any day you would have thought of a retort, however stupid it may have been, or you could have tried teasing her.

But not today.

You lean in, slowly, and whisper into her ear. "Shhh..."

"Aaah..."

You kissed Sarah's neck while your hooves swiftly made their way down her waist, meanwhile, you kept softly swaying your hips, grinding against her groin.

"Mmnnn..."

You firmly grab her flanks and put them over your waist in one rapid movement. You kept moving your hips against her body, slowly inching your way down, trying to find the precise position.

"Nnngh..."

Once you aligned yourself with her entrance, you slowly made your way in, with one hoof firmly seizing, and softly squeezing, her flanks, and the other one on her back, keeping her body close to yours.

"Mmm..."

You rocked your hips back and forth, slowly entering her. Making sure she felt every one of your movements, and trying to elicit as many sensations as possible on your way.

"Oooh..."

You get your face closer to hers, and go for a kiss. A long, deep kiss.

"Hmmm..."

You go in further, until your lower bodies make contact.

"Huh-uh..."

Sensing a positive reaction, you increase your pace, each thrust more accurate than the last. You have learned a lot about Sarah Harshwhinny's body in these past nights. And you were sure to make this a memorable night.

"Mmhm..."

You close your eyes. Yes. This is a night she'll surely remember.

"Mmmf..."

You had been pounding the night away for the last hour. And if Ms. Harshwhinny's squirming and moaning were any indication, you had been doing a fairly decent job.

"Mmmn..."

But 'decent' just wouldn't cut it. Would it? Your hooves tighten your grip on her hips as your lips parted ways.

"...huh?

In a quick, careful motion, you twisted over Sarah's body, leaving her laying face down on the bed.

"Woah, there."

You raised her hips again and pushed her close to you.

"What are you--Gah!"

Quickly, you reenter her, and remain there for a brief moment, letting Ms. Harshwhinny's body adapt. Before long, your hooves quickly grab hers and gently pull her closer to you.

"Mmmnnhhh... you..."

You start moving. Slowly, but confident.

"Y-you should.. ha-have... wa--"

You can hear her panting, her breaths becoming more deep and desperate.

"Sh-shoo...oh..."

Your pace increases, going as fast as your body can go without overexerting yourself, and you enjoy the soft thumping produced by her flanks hitting your groin.

"Ooohh... Sweet Celestia, yes!"

You smile. And with that, you kept going.

Ms. Harshwhinny's body moved in rhyme with yours.

Hours have passed since you arrived, and you can feel yourself nearing exhaustion.

And yet you continued.

You held her right leg up in the air, close to your chest, while your free hoof held onto her hips, and continued thrusting inside of her. Besides low moans and sporadic spasms, she showed no sign of consciousness.

You hastened your movements as you felt that you were coming to a close. You squeezed her body and let out a deep gasp. Whatever energies were powering you in those last moments left you almost instantly, and you collapsed on top of her, eliciting a surprised yelp.

You laid there for a few minutes, embracing her, until she threw her forelegs around your neck, returning the hug.

"Now... that." She slowly muttered. "That was something else." She spoke in a different tone, with a different feeling, that was also present in the sparkle in her eyes. She no longer spoke with a hidden edge, nor with ulterior motives.

Ms. Harshwhinny spoke with sincerity.

She then closed her eyes and pursed her lips towards you. You hesitated, but leaned in anyway, and despite the extreme tiredness of your bodies, you shared a deep, passionate kiss, that lasted until you both ran out of breath. Your lips parted, but your bodies didn't. She smiled again. She smiled an earnest, sincere smile that made you feel good inside.

She leaned in closer and nuzzled your neck. "Care to tell me what brought that up?" her voice was playful, happy, and yet it rang in your ears with dread, for you knew what was coming, and you couldn't delay it any further.

"Sarah," you gulped, "we need to talk."

Ms. Harshwhinny sat at the edge of the bed, opposite to you.

"You know..." She mused. "You could have just told me you had training." She squirmed and brought her legs close to her body. "I would have understood..."

"I know." You replied.

"And yet you didn't." She turned around and stared straight at you.

"You asked me to help you achieve your wish" You tentatively extend a hoof towards her, but you stop midway. "And I was going to make sure to keep my end of the promise."

She then brought her hoof to her belly, and stroked softly.

"When..." You hesitate a bit, before continuing. "...when will you know?"

She gives a sad smile. "Soon, hopefully." She keeps stroking her abdomen, and silence reigns over you once more.

You both laid there for a while, neither giving any sign of talking nor leaving.

Fire Streak's words ring inside your head, 'she must mean something to you.' You sigh, catching Ms. Harshwhinny's attention. She really does mean something to you. She'll be leaving tomorrow afternoon. And after this, you may never see her again.

So you may as well let it all out.

"I had tickets for the Derby." She gives you a quizzical look. "The Wonderbolts Derby, this Saturday." Her eyes widen in realization. You cross your hooves and keep speaking before she could. "We're all going to be participating, but they always give us tickets in case we want to bring a d-" You clear your throat. "If we want to bring company." Easy there.

"T-that..." Ms. Harshwhinny starts, but you stop her before she can continue. You have to get this off your chest.

"And there's going to be an after party." You were hugging yourself at this point. "There always is. This one was going to be on the Castle Gardens." Sarah flinches a bit at this, and looks down.

"I..." You're almost there. "I wanted..." Almost there. " I wanted you to go with me."

Her body slumps, but gives no other sign of having heard you. You both lapse into a silence that stretches for minutes, and then...

"Why?" She whispers almost inaudibly. "Why me?" She looks up at you.

You just stare at her. You lose yourself in those blue eyes before mustering the energies to speak the words that you refused to acknowledge.

"Because I think I'm falling for you."

"I..." Ms. Harshwhinny couldn't move. "I..." She's frozen in place.

You leap off the bed, and trotted towards the door.

"Wait!" She turns around and held her hoof as if calling you back. "You don't have to..."

"Yes I do, Sarah." You sigh and look at her. "Don't think I want to." You almost go back to her, but manage to stay still. "But, it just..." You let out a long sigh. As that seems the extent of what you can do.

"But..." She tries to speak, but can't form any words.

"Your work, my work. It couldn't have worked for long." You're shaking, not entirely sure if you should just leave or not. "I guess, we should be glad that we had this time together."

At this point Ms. Harshwhinny leaps off the bad and runs towards you, tears streaming down her face. "You imbecile." She then threw herself over you, forcing you to lean back to avoid tumbling over the ground. "You stupid, stupid feather-brained jerk." She squeezed tighter.

You held her as well, fighting tears of your own.

"Sarah"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." You can see her tears soaking her coat. You didn't want this. You didn't want it to end like this.

You didn't want it to end.

She finally lets you go, and points a trembling hoof towards the door. You can't tell if it's trembling due to sadness, or due to anger.

You silently comply, and walk out of the room.

"You could have asked..." She whispered softly before closing the door.

You stand there on the hallway, not knowing what to do now.

So you decide to do the only thing you can.

You walk towards the balcony at the end of the hallway and open the doors.

You stare into Luna's sky.

Close your eyes.

And fly.