Harshwhinny and the Human

by Rustic_King

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Romance, Original Character, Ms. Harshwhinny, Sex
Length: 3778

Anon finds out that a little Harshness can be a good thing

Anon has been in Equestria for a year, during which Ms. Harshwhinny regularly visits him as part of her official duties to see how he is adapting.

What will happen when one of those official visits goes wrong? Will she be able to maintain professionalism?

Contains mild femdom/rape, watersports and pregnancy.

Published 2015-01-17 04:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-19 07:17:04 UTC

Some harsh love

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

Jim's Victory

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.

The wee bonny bairns

Author's Note

All right, last chapter! I actually had some fun writing this silly little story and I hope you've enjoyed it too.

The wee bonny bairns

'Mr The Human!' Even though she knew my name, she sometimes liked to call me “Mr The Human”

'In here, mo chridhe.' I call back from the sofa

It has been almost five weeks since we became lovers, and they've been the best weeks of my life. Victoria almost always spends the night at my bungalow rather than her fancy apartment in the city, which of course means more time to be together.

'So, how's my wee lass?' I ask as she slumps down next to me

'Fine.'

I put my arm around her, and instantly I can tell something is off. She normally relaxed around me, but this evening, she remained cold and withdrawn.

'Love, what's wrong?' I ask gently

She gives me a questing look, fear and hesitation in her eyes

'I'm late.' she says quietly

'No, you came home exactly on half five, same as always.' I reply

'James! I mean late, late.' she whines

'D'ye mean?' I ask incredulously

'Yes, I should have had my next heat by now, I think I might be pregnant.' she whispers

'Oh, my wee lass, don't fret.'

'You're not mad?' she asks tearfully

'An' why would I be?' I ask

'Because we're different. I thought for sure you'd accuse me of breeding with some random stallion!'

'Aye, normally I would, only I've been doing some reading, and it seems magic can even allow for cross-species breeding. That's how Hippogriffs come to be.' I tell her

'So, you're not upset?'

I hug her tightly, to reassure her.

'No, now stop yer fussin'. Whit’s fur ye’ll no go past ye. Whatever happens, happens. Everything will be all right, you'll see.'

A few months later, she is very clearly pregnant, and suffering all the usual troubles that come with it. Concerned for her well-being, I insist on going to see a doctor the very next day.

Luckily as a civil servant she has access to 24 hour specialist care, and is able to get an appointment with an obstetrician.

'I have good news Ms. Harshwhinny, I can hear two strong heartbeats.' the doctor says, removing the stethoscope from her belly

'T-two?' she gasps

'Yes, would you like to take a look on the scanner?'

She looks to me for my thoughts.

'I'd like to see the wee bairns, but it's up to you love. If you want to keep it a surprise, then don't. I'll support you either way.

'It's fine, I want to see our foals too.'

Using his magic, the doctor moves a wall mounted arm thing into position. It starts doing exactly what the name implied. A line of magic slowly tracing it's way up and down Victoria's swollen belly.

Soon, an image resolves itself on a display screen. It's like a more colourful and detailed ultrasound.

'Ah, there we are!' says the doctor after a bit, and the scanner focuses in on one area.

'I'm not sure if you can make it out, but there's one, and there's two.' he continues, circling them with a marker

'Oh, my! How extraordinary!'

'What?! What's wrong?' Victoria exclaims

'Well, it seems that the foals are hybrids, with the top half being Human, but the lower half being Pony.' the doctor explains

'But they're otherwise normal?'

'They certainly seem to be well formed, if that's what you mean. In fact if I'm not mistaken, if you look at the distal twins forehead there's the nub of a horn there. She'll be a unicorn, I'm sure.'

'She? How can ye tell that's it's a girl?' I ask in surprise

'Do you see how the magic distorts in a much fuzzier way compared to the other? That tells me she's a she and he's a he.'

Ah, right. Anything else?'

'Oh yes, look at this.'

The view changes, and we're now looking at the back of the foals

'See those two dark spots there? Those are wing buds. Tell me Ms Harshwhinny, do you have Unicorn and Pegasus ancestry?'

'Yes, I have a Pegasus grandmother as well as a Unicorn grandfather from either side of my family.' she explains

'Ah-ha, that would explain it then. Though I suspect the addition of a non-Pony father may have something to do with it as well.'

Having been told all was well, we left the clinic very relieved. As we waited at the station, she snuggled up to me, and I rested my hand on her head, which was a substitute for hand holding.

A short distance away a small group of teenaged fillies were gawking at us. Some pointing and giggling.

I try and ignore them, but a particularly loud titter of nasty laugher triggers my temper

'Awa' an bile yer heids!' I yell at them, adding the archer's salute for added effect

This causes them to scarper right quick.

'Mr. The Human, It seems you still need to learn how to curb your over-enthusiastic outbursts.' she says with a smile

'What? I thought you loved my over-enthusiastic outbursts!'

'Only sometimes.' she says attempting to sound serious

'Besides James! They were just silly little fillies' she admonishes

'Aye, I know tha' but I'll nae let anyone gainsay ye or the bairns. I've got a family now, and a man has to protect his family.' I say with conviction, placing a hand on her stomach

'Thank you James, I can't tell you how happy you make me.' she replies, placing a hoof over my hand

I hug her, and in that moment I'm reminded of what my Gran used to say:

'God's in His heaven and all's right with the world.'