Author's Note

Chapter two! I'll do one more chapter to wrap it up soon. The title is a bit of a joke I came up with at half one in the am. "Mr the Human" is actually James, and if you couldn't tell he is Scottish. Victoria is the name I chose to give Ms Harshwhinny since her cutie mark seems to imply competition and I wanted her to be the champion or victor. Victoria is the feminine form of that.

In this chapter, James (Jim for short) has a bit of victory over her, after she took him by force last time. And also, she becomes "his" in that they both confess their love for each other.

Jim's Victory

At this point, my mind is reeling.

'Oh man, did I, I mean we? Yep, she just fucked me, yep I had sex with a pony.'

Once my cock slips out of her, she sighs contentedly, and rolls off me, panting heavily

After taking a few moments to gather my strength, I stand up. With wobbly, lurching steps I make my way to the bathroom.

In addition to my aching hips and back, two hoof shaped bruises are blooming on my chest.

Sighing, I decide to take a cold shower in an attempt to reinvigorate myself. Thankfully it also has the added affect of soothing my aching body.

I am interrupted in my towelling off by a familiar throat clearing noise, and I turn to see a rather embarrassed Ms. Harshwhinny

'What now?' I ask warily

'I just wanted to... apologize for my earlier behaviour.' she says, in a small voice

'And so you should! My back and hips ache like hell, and look at my chest!' I yell

Her ears droop.

'I'm – it's just that I'm in heat, and I'm getting older so I don't know how many more I'll have and I want foals And I know that's no excuse but I really do love you.'

She says all this without pausing for breath and as one long string of words.

'So you thought you'd rape me?' I reply, crossing my arms

'No!' she exclaims sadly 'The truth is that after spending all this time with you, I have ended up with an attraction to you. It may sound pathetic, but our monthly meetings have been the highlights of this past year. '

In spite of myself, I feel my anger melt away – she looks so dejected and embarrassed.

'Ms. Harshwhinny, I had no idea.'

'Yes, well professionalism you know.' she replies

'Look,' I say, kneeling

' I actually feel the same way about you. But I need you to know that I'm still pretty upset.'

'Of course, I would be too. However can I make it up to you?'

'How about if you let me take the lead this time?'I say matter of factly

' I - “this time” do you mean to say?'

'Yes, I'm saying I want to make love to you this time.' I reply, caressing her face.

It was then that I heard a soft sort of “plop” sound, at which Ms. Harshwhinny turned bright red.

'Is – is that what I think it was?'

Mortified, she nods

'Can I see it? You may not believe it, but in all my time here I've never actually got a good look at that part of a mare.'

Still blushing furiously, she turns around, spreads her hind legs and squats slightly as she swishes her tail to one side.

This gives me my first look at an Equestrian pussy. It's virtually identical to a mare from Earth, except the skin is the same colour as her fur. Intrigued, I reach out and touch her rump. I feel her shiver at my touch, and I watch as her clit pokes in and out twice in quick succession making the same soft plop sound.

'Wow, that's pretty damn sexy!' I murmur

Her clit winks again, and this time she releases a short stream of urine.

'Ahh, I'm sorry, it's just – when mares get excited we pee to entice the stallion. I tried to hold it in but was too late.'

The smell of her piss filled my nostrils, and I found that it had a surprisingly pleasant aroma.

'It's fine, if you want to pee, then I won't stop you.' I say gently

She turns to me with a nervous expression, 'Are you sure?'

I nod empathetically, and am rewarded with an embarrassed smile

As she looks back at me in a mix of embarrassment and lust, she lets loose a thick stream of piss

The smell, a thousandfold stronger than before hits me like a sledgehammer. A small but insistent voice in my head urges me to taste it, and I move to obey.

From the first taste I am hooked! Whether it is something normal or if it's to do with her heat I don't know or care, all I know is that it's amazing. The nearest I can compare it to is mulled wine. It is sweet, with a tangy kick to it as well. Soon the flow begins to slow, and like a man at a dessert oasis, I follow to drink as much as possible.

Ms. Harshwhinny lets out a contented sigh as she finishes.

'Now are you going to do as you promised? I still need to M-ahh!'

Her sentence is cut off by the fact that I have just grabbed her flanks and buried my face in her rear. Like a madman, I lap at her pussy savouring the mingled tastes and scents. I lick every crevice my tongue can find. With my hands, I reach between her hind legs, and find the little lumps that are her teats.

'Oh, Mr. the Human!!' she shouts in a mixture of exasperation and exhilaration

I redouble my efforts, timing my assault with her now constant winking

Soon, all she can say is “Oh” at increasingly shorter intervals and louder decibels. Before too long, she is shaking, and her left hoof is stomping on the tiles.

'Ohhhh!' she practically screams as she cums, pussy walls convulsing, and clit winking like mad

Thankfully all her piss went down the shower drain, as she collapses in a heap breathing heavily.

Still naked, I carry her to my bedroom. Once there, I begin to undress her.

As I unbutton her business jacket I wonder at why – in a society of practical nudists, she always wore clothes.

With a gentle tug, I finally succeed in getting her turtle-neck off.

'OK Ms. Harshwhinny, are you ready for the second half?' I ask

'Victoria.' she murmurs

'Sorry, what?'

'Use my name, please. Call me Victoria.'

'Victoria? That's not a Pony name though – is it?'

'But of course it is! It means victory, like my Cutie Mark!' she says proudly

'Huh, just like in my world.' I muse to myself

'Well Victoria, since I know your name I think it only fair to give you mine. I'm James.'

'James' she echoes, a look of happiness at using my real name

'Yes Victoria?'

'Please, make love to me. I need it, so bad.'

'Whatever you say Miss!' I say, pecking her on the muzzle before getting behind her

She already has her tail tucked out of the way, but she fidgets slightly in an attempt to give me better access. At this point, I am at full mast, and there is a growing ache in my daddy-bags. So without any hesitation I hilt myself in her love-tunnel.

Victoria moans her approval, 'Ahhh, yes!'

I wouldn't have thought it possible, but she feels better than before! The more primitive part of my brain takes over.

'Breed! Claim this womb, make her carry your seed!' it yells, and my hips obey

'James, oh Celestia yes!' Victoria cries in ecstasy as I pound away at her

I am all but lost in the moment, but through the haze of lust, I remember that this supposed to be love-making.

'I love you Victoria, I love you so much!' I gasp out

'And I – AH – love you!' she moans in reply

Feeling my climax approaching, I lean over and nibble her ear gently

'Oh, James, I'm so close!' she breathes

'Me too, don't hold back!' I tell her

And like two waves crashing together, we come within seconds of each other. She with a drawn out moan, and I with a guttural grunt buried as deep as possible inside her sucking cunt. Eventually I pull out and collapse next to her.

'Victoria?'

'James?'

'So where do we go from here? Are we – well are we “mates” in the way it's used here?'

'I don't know. I mean if you want to, I'd be honoured but for now I'm just content to have what we have without putting a name to it.'

'Well alright then, who would have thought it eh? The posh Earth pony, and the working class Human.' I say, cuddling up to her

We must have both drifted off because when I next open my eyes, we are still snuggled together, and she has the most perfectly serene expression I've ever seen. In confusion, I roll over and look at my clock to see that the time is one in the afternoon.

Gently, I try to wake Victoria.

'Huh?' she moans sleepily

'Wake up, we've been asleep for over an hour.'

'What?' she shrieks

She moves like greased lightning, picking up her dropped clothes

'Oh, I'm going to be late getting back! I'll have to think of an excuse! I'm sorry James, I have to go back to head office and file this visitation report!'

'Hey, hey - I understand. Go, take a shower, make yourself presentable and then go do what has to be done.' I say sympathetically

'Thank you James – for everything.' she says with a wan smile

Fifteen minutes later, she is showered, and dressed again. If I didn't know, I would never guess that she had just had a couple of hours of strenuous sexual activity.

She gives me a quick peck on the cheek before dashing for the train station.

As I watch her run, I feel a warm glow fill me. I feel happier than I have in over a year, and I have my new lover to thank for that.