Author's Note

This is going to be a short two or three chapter story so don't expect a massive series. This is me trying to get back in the saddle of writing MLP related stuff.

Some harsh love

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Three loud bangs echoing like artillery fire thoroughly wake me from my rest

I groan and look at my bedside clock – it was half nine already!

'Mr The Human! I know you are in there so open up this instant!' comes the muffled but strident voice of Ms. Harshwhinny

'Shit, shit, shit!' I think, panicking

You see, it was summer and it was damn hot at night, so I slept naked to keep cool.

'Be with you in just a tick!' I yell, casting about for something – anything to wear

In desperation, I fasten a bed sheet into a crude toga and head to the bungalow door.

'Ms. Harshwinny! So sorry to keep you waiting, I was having trouble finding something to wear!' I say in a winsome voice

'I noticed.' she says dryly 'Tell me, do you think a semitransparent bed sheet is appropriate attire when meeting with a representative of internal affairs?'

'What?' I reply blankly

Her eyes drift downwards, and with a demure cough and slight motion of her head I click on to her meaning.

My wedding tackle is all too clearly visible through the thin cotton sheet.

'Oh cock! I'll go get some real clothes on!'

She closes her eyes and breaths in deeply through her nostrils before sighing in exasperation

'There's no time for that! I'm a very busy mare – truth be told I shouldn't have even come here today. Just take a seat and cover your... self as best you can.'

Seeing as her face was red with anger, I do as I was told

For the next half hour, she quizzes me on my work, how I was integrating into pony society - all the usual crap.

I'm not really listening, being more focussed on her plummy accent, which in addition to the way her mouth moved and her pert rump, always got me thinking of her in ways I wouldn't like her to know about.

'Mr The Human! Did you hear me?'

'Huh?'

'I asked if you had noticed any effects of total magic infusion?'

Oh right; apparently after a certain amount of time, they said I would be totally infused (or was it suffused?) with magic just like all other living things here.

'Nope, can't say I've noticed anything.' I blurt out.

'Very well then, let us continue.'

The interview went on without bother until the wind changed bringing a waft of cool air to my back

Ms. Harshwinny immediately wrinkled her nose

'What in Equestria is that smell?' she protested

I tested my armpit – it was pretty ripe

'Ah, that'll be me I'm afraid, I got rather sweaty last night.'

'I had no idea human males could smell...' she paused, swallowing hard ' so strong! Almost like a..a'

'Like a what?' I demand, thinking she was going to say “an animal” or “a monkey”.

'I.. Oh, my, look at the time! I have to be going! Well, Mr The Human, you seem to be doing well so goodbye!' she gushed before bolting for the exit

'Oi! Hang on a bloody minute!' I cry, chasing after her

Just as I am almost caught up to her, a series of unfortunate events happened.

First, my foot caught on the trailing edge of my makeshift toga, causing me to loose my balance. Having stepped on the aforementioned toga, caused the loose knot to come loose. Not wanting to expose myself I made a wild attempt to grab the falling sheet, which threw me completely off-balance, sending me crashing to the floor.

I land spread-eagled beside a red-faced Ms.Harshwhinny.

She looks down at me with that same cold, unemotional expression, and I think for sure she was furious inside.

Before I could move or even open my mouth to speak she was on top of me, her weight bearing down on me.

'Ms. Harshwhinny, what the – MPHH!'

She silences me with a kiss.

At first I am so in shock that she is kissing me I didn't notice her tongue writhing around like – well I'm sure you know what a passionate French kiss feels like.

After a while, she “detaches” with an audible gasp and looks down at me in undisguised lust

'Do you mind explaining just what the hell you're doing?' I ask

'It's very simple Mr The Human, I am in heat, you are a male and I am going to get bred whether you like it or not!

'Well I don't like it! You're a Pony, and I'm a Human! There's no way I'm going to get it up for you.' I lie

'We'll see about that.' she growls

'The heck are you -' I begin to ask

She backed herself up until our hips were aligned and then she began grinding herself on my flaccid member.

My body reacts honestly even if I didn't, and before long I was fully erect.

'I thought so, now Mr The Human let us cut to the chase shall we?'

'What about “professionalism” Ms. Harshwhinny?'

'Oh to Tartarus with “professionalism”, I need this!' she replies throatily

'What, N-ahh!' I gasp as she impales herself on my member

She is unbelievably tight and wet, and the walls of her mare cunt squeeze as she slides herself down
. I try to move, but she pushes me down.

'Just stay still!' she insisted huskily

And that said, she starts to ride me with abandon. Her fore-hooves planted firmly on my chest, and her rear end slamming down with each thrust.

'Sweet Celestia, how I've missed this!' she hisses through gritted teeth

Her face is contorted in lust, eyes half lidded and ears pinned back. In spite of myself I cannot help finding the sight incredibly arousing.

'I felt you get even bigger! Mr The Human, are you cumming?' she trills

'I, please – I can't!'

She gives me a wicked grin and I feel her pussy flex in waves as she continues to fuck me.

'Yes, give it to me Human!' she says triumphantly as I let out a shuddering gasp, and my hips rise as jet after jet of man-seed spray her cervix as waves of contractions milk all the cum out of me