Chapters 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.
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!
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.
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.
"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."
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.
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.
It’s never like in the movies, is it?
Surely, if this were a sappy romance story, then today would be overcast, and maybe there’d be some rain. The streets would be empty save for a few stragglers going back home.
“Fillies and gentlecolts, welcome to the Wonderbolts Derby!”
So, of course it would be a beautifully sunny day with clear skies and almost no clouds.
“The competitors are taking their places at the starting line, and the race will begin momentarily!”
You hover idly on the empty room, waiting for the main event to start, lost in your thoughts, the same thoughts that had flooded your mind for the last two days, thoughts about a chestnut coat and a blonde mane. You sigh loudly, in the apparently empty room.
“Hey there, pal.” A white head with a red and white mane peers through the door. “Are you ready for the race?” Fire Streak enters the room and flies towards you, his goggles hanging limply around his neck.
“Yeah…” You answer. “At least I don’t feel tired.”
“It’s something to be thankful for.” He nods as he crosses his legs over his chest, as if he’d just said something wise.
You stay silent, and he takes that as his cue to talk again. “We’re going to a show in Filly’ after this, right?”
“I think so, why?”
“Well, it’s not going to be as big as the Derby, nor as taxing.” He flaps his wings nonchalantly and examines his left hoof.
“Uh… Yeah, I guess.” You answer, not sure about what he’s talking about.
“So I suppose we’ll have some free time, right?”
“Fire Streak, it’s not that I don’t appreciate your support.” You turn around and look him in the eyes. “Because I really do appreciate it but, what is this all about?”
“Hey, I’m just saying.” He gives you a smile. “Small towns don’t require that much attention.” He then puts on his goggles and flies off, but not before yelling at you. “The race starts in fifteen minutes, don’t take long!”
“What are you--?” You call after him, but another voice freezes you on your tracks.
“Hoofington is a small town, too.”
Silence fills the room, but it's a different silence. It doesn't feel tense, or filled with regret, but rather with relief and a hint of hope.
“B-but…” You’re completely sure you’re making a fool of yourself. Wide eyes, gaping mouth, you may even be trembling a little bit. But you didn’t care. Right now you only cared about the mare in front of you.
The clean mane, the lavender suit and matching earrings that exuded professionalism, and the blue eyes that mesmerized you as if they were whirlpools.
“Ah… How?” She giggled lightly at your question.
“Being the Head Inspector of the Equestria Games gives you certain benefits.” She walks closer to you. “Such as delegating smaller committees to take care of your duties.”
You linger there, not being able to move.
“And you left the tickets in my room.” She's almost in front of you now.
“Whu… what?” You can’t even form a small phrase. You are paralysed.
She looks tired, but she still smiles.
“Honestly, I was joking when I told you that you were sexier with your mouth shut. You can talk to me.”
“Why are you here?” You flinch back at this and stammer out a response. “I mean, I’m happy that, I mean, glad.” You smack your face with your hooves.
She lifts a hoof of her own to your face and lowers yours. “You want to know why I came back, even after what you said.” Her smile is still there.
You nod, having given up on saying something that made sense.
She sighs and trots towards the window that oversaw the track.
“It’s true that we may not be able to spend much time together. That much is obvious.” You flinch back slowly, not sure what to expect. “But you said something else, too.” She then turns around and shoots you a wide smile.
“We should be glad about the time we had together.” She looks through the small window at the racing field outside. “I know we wouldn’t see each other much, but maybe—“
That was it.
That’s all it took for you to forget the excuses, the problems and everything else. You fly towards her and hold her in your arms, kissing her before she can speak again.
You stay there, kissing each other, hovering mid-air.
“The race will start shortly! So go to your seats and get ready to enjoy the show!” The announcer said.
“Will you root for me?” You whisper softly on her ear.
“I’m sorry, but my bits are on Fleetfoot.” She shoots back, eliciting a laugh from you. “However, I may be able to attend a certain party with you.”
“I’ll be looking forward to that.” You descend and lay her down on the floor.
“Now go. You have somewhere to be.” Her smile widen and she gives you a quick peck on your cheek.
Your smile mimics her. And now you go and fly, because…
Because now you have someone for whom you’d race.
"W-What?!" You stammer.
"You heard me, don't play stupid. I've read all about you. Good, strong genes, no hereditary illnesses, you've made the Wonderbolts Show Team at an amazingly young age, young with no steady relationship. You're perfect breeding stock," The caramel coated mare says without a hint of doubt.
Her words catch you by surprise; Ms. Harshwhinny had introduced herself at the bar and had talked to you for a while, she seemed to be a very uptight and professional mare.
Until she threw that bomb at you, that is.
"But you're old enough to be my mom!" You say, still shocked by the mare's proposal
"Charming," she deadpanned.
"I-I mean, not that you look old or anything..." words pour from your mouth as you babble incontrolably, trying to fix the damage of what you just said.
"Save it, I didn't pick you for having a smooth tongue. Come to my hotel room tonight, 207, here's the key," she says as she drops a key on the counter.
"You're serious?" You say, looking at her with a mix of disbelief and interest. "This isn't a joke?"
"Do I look like I'm joking, kid?" She says as she leans forward towards you. "Do I smell like I'm joking?" She then rights herself up and gives you a serious look. "I need a stallion, like you, every night until it takes. And then, nothing. I'll never bother you again, and in fact, I never even want to see you again, understand?"
"I just, I mean, I've never met a mare so, uh…"
"Direct? Deal with it. I'll be there at eleven, get the bed warm for me."
And with that, she turns around and leaves the bar.
