The crowd was bigger than most and the anticipation and lead up to the Equestrian Games was nothing short of ecstatic. Choosing the Crystal Empire was surely the best place for it to be held this time around. A few hiccups here and there but there wasn't anything too serious. That little dragon certainly saved the day. Still, after a long day and having to supervise most of the events, the brown sugar colored earth pony was ready to relax.
For once, she wanted to just let her mane down and put her hooves up. Let the professionalism leave her as she enjoyed the satisfaction of a successful Games event. The mare sighed and closed the door to her room at the Empire, immediately tugging her pink neck warmer. It was nice to just let everything else sit for now.
When she scanned her modest room, her ears gave a lick flick as she moved over and began to unbutton her violet blazer. Dressing for success was certainly worth it but it left her feeling more exhausted than she dare admit. It felt great relieving herself of the article of clothing and draping it over one of the chairs. Her hoofed fingers carefully slipped her pendant up from around her neck and placed it on the nightstand while she thought to herself.
It had been a very strenuous last few weeks, if not more, and she hadn't even taken the liberty to just indulge in some of the things she wanted. Some ice cream, a cheesy romance novel, and maybe even some other private needs sounded like quite the evening to settled back with. Ms. Harshwhinny's muzzle did its best to keep the smile from showing as she carefully took her earrings out and walked over to the scroll of services that was pinned to the wall.
A few idle glances and she was already feeling a bit more chipper than moments prior. So many of the items sounded good that she almost wanted to check them all off. Taking the quill from nearby, she gracefully checked off the frozen treat and nodded to herself. That should be enough for now.
The scroll gave a light glow as it rolled itself up and then back down. The checked box was now free of her mark and the order was sent to wherever it needed to be. Sometimes magic did fascinate her greatly. A few more of the items might just have to wait until later.
Deciding against fully disrobing, the mare placed a hand to her hip and let the other lightly rest at her chin. A hoofed finger tapped at her lips in thought while she began pacing along the room's interior. There would be a delivery soon enough, so getting undressed right this second wasn't exactly a good idea.
With a little bit of time before her treat, Harshwhinny moved over to her bag and pried it open. Her fingers moved various items aside, taking light note of how disorganized the whole thing was. Eventually, she found the one item she was hunting for and grinned while pulling the book out. She hadn't even started the novel but she was eager to get right on that.
A gentle settle onto the edge of the bed and she wiggled her rear onto the sheets, thumbing through the pages a bit as she got comfy. Her blue eyes scanned the words while she let her mind get lost into the other world printed before the mare. It would be a bit before she got her frozen delicacy seeing as the Equestrian Games had housed thousands of ponies. Most of them might be ordering room service for staying the night in the Empire.
It was easy for her to lose herself in the little book. Her eyes were wide with excitement as she smiled and followed along the strong and romantic hero on his journey. Mares swooned and aided to his beck and call. Harshwhinny found the whole thing a bit overly dramatic, but that's what the stories were for, right? To create a detachment from her own daily routines to fantasize about caressing those strong muscles and dominant need.
Oh, the thought was getting to her. The pony's thighs pressed together as she continued on and let her mind wander away with the studly hero. He seemed to sure of his work and as if he knew just what had to be done. It had a way of making her loins warm up quite well. It didn't hurt that her mind kept turning back to a certain stallion alongside the princess of the Crystal Empire.
Slowly but surely, one of her hands moved down and smooth out her tube skirt a bit, breathing a little deeply. The touch to her leg made her lick her lips before toying at the end of the fabric. She really shouldn't. No. Her mind wasn't in a very proper place, and doing things like she yearned to wasn't exactly the most professional.
Her eyes darted from the book to her skirt, then back. Maybe this once. Those fingers pulled up the fabric as she saw the hem of her stockings come into view and the matching black garter belt attached to the ends. The semitransparent leggings were to help keep a more business look about her but, when revealed, they did give a rather risque appearance.
When her fingers moved further up, she gave a small coo as she felt the soft, light brown coat along her inner thighs. She needed this. A bit higher and she met the outside of the gusset of those black panties, satin soft, and let her touches press a bit more firmly. That was the spot.
“Room service for a..Harshwhinny?” called out a voice from beyond the door.
The knock was just as abrupt as the voice which made her quickly shuffle her skirt back down and almost lose her book in the frantic action. A slow breath to gather herself and appear cool and calm, the earth pony stood up and looked herself over until she set the book aside and moved to the door. Just as she was getting into it, she thought.
The moment she opened the door, her ears perked up as her face stayed as unamused as ever. The poor bellhop had not exactly been prepared for a mare to be staring him down with her arms crossed. It took a minute for it sink in until the young stallion finally lifted up the dish in the tray.
“Uh, that would be four bits, ma'am,” he says and holds the glass dish to the mare.
Gingerly, she takes the offered treat and sets it inside before fishing out a few of the bits and dropping them into the male's hands. Once an eyebrow raised, the bellhop stiffened and stood up straight before her. The smirk she gave was only slight before she dropped two extra pieces for his tip.
“Well?” she asked, clearly a bit impatient.
“Oh! Uh, thank you! H-have a pleasant night!” he stammered and bowed, heading off.
Once the door was secure again, her eyes looked over the very lavish mounds of ice cream and the spoon tucked neatly into the side. The glass bowl completed the whole look rather nicely. Or was that crystal? A small tap and she gave a nod. The crystal here held plenty of possibilities. Among them, keeping a cold item cold was one.
Maybe a moment to cool off from the thoughts earlier would be a good idea. Her arms stay crossed until she finally rolls her eyes and smiles to herself. There wasn't a reason to be so uptight now. The Games were done and there was a good while before she would have to start making reports again. She always forgot how much she missed the chance to take things easy.
Planting herself down at the small table, Harshwhinny leans in and takes the spoon, licking the bits of creamy, frozen delight off it. A small hum to herself and she took a nice spoonful of the confection and grabbed her novel once more. May as well read while she savored the cool treat.
Her fingers moved along the pages as she began picking up right where she left off and smiled at a muzzle full of her little frozen item. It didn't take long to be absorbed into the little book once again, her spare hand taking scoops of the ice cream and feeding herself. While she kept up her nighttime reading and midnight snack, her tail swayed behind her in her interest as she read on.
Further into the book, her body was starting to react in that familiar way it had earlier. In fact, it had often wanted to do so but she kept a very strict grip on her personal interests. Any sort of rising moment would usually have her going out for a brisk walk, taking a cool shower, or just hitting the hay early. Now, though, she was alone and very free of any errands to make for a while.
Another bite off the spoon here and there and she was still feeling the temperature rise. Most of it was from between her thighs. When she contemplates her previous actions making a return, the decision isn't hard to make. A mare's got needs.
Her hand holding the book open made a slow move down as she ate and began shimmying up her skirt once more. A good tease up her stocking on the inside of her right leg made her let out a light breath. A little bit more and she bit her bottom lip as she neared the crotch of her panties once again. This was something else she needed to treat herself to.
A gentle touch and she shivered with a hint of a blush forming on her cheeks. My, oh my, she was being so incredibly naughty! So..unprofessional! Especially in her hotel room. Not even her home. The idea made her press a bit more while she sighed out and let the hoofed tip of her finger give a gentle swirl to satin front and right around the protruding nub that demanded attention.
She nearly dropped the ice cold spoon in the sudden sensation, smiling a little at her eagerness. Why was she doing this now? Here, of all places? Oh, it didn't matter. Her finger smoothed over the precious pearl hidden below and her legs quivered in that desire. It was good, but it wasn't enough. The mature mare grunted as she shifted in her seat and ran her finger down against the sweet pea and teased at her clothed folds below.
When was the last she even masturbated? Several weeks ago? It was certainly before the Equestrian Games needed to be set. Her fingers stayed busy between her legs as she gripped the smooth handle of the spoon and looked it over. The same type of cold crystal as the bowl. The idea was rather straightforward yet her actions seemed a bit lacking.
A small caress over the handle and she moved the spoon to her mouth, licking out the last bit of ice cream it had. Now, both hands were met below the table as she took a few breaths and nudged the round end to her panties and whimpered. One of her fingers pulled the crotch of the garment aside and finally exposed her moist and needy mare folds.
The cold, smooth end of the spoon gave a rub over her aroused loins, dragging from the base of her drooling entrance to that excited nub at the top. It retained a nice bit of that cool feeling while she kept toying it to her clitoris and around the area. Two of her fingers tugged a little more to her panties to keep the area devoid of any obstruction while she played with her lap a bit.
The work was clearly having her get into a very heated mood, though being actually in heat wasn't going to be an issue. That time had passed, for now. Instead, it was just a deep calling that she had ignored for some time and only now decided to heed. The slip of the spoon to part her slit made her have sharp intake of breath while holding still. Despite not having this for so long, and clearly needing it, she still wasn't used to the experience of cold objects slipping inside.
A few moments to relax and she watched as her hand pressed the crystal utensil in further. Her eyes began to lid in that self-pleasure as the spoon eased into her wet tunnel and settled nicely within. The mature muscles along her slick canal gripped the end of the offered spoon, her fingers holding the opposing end before pulling it slowly out.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned, tilting her head back and pressing the makeshift phallus back into her.
It was a great feeling having that tingling coolness slip inside and pull back out. Her hand worked the utensil nice and slow as she panted out and continued. A small pull up and she closed her eyes, the feeling of that cold shaft dragging up along her sensitive button. It was something she truly missed and finally could appreciate properly.
A little faster and she began giving herself the pleasure she craved. It was good to sate a desire so thrived for, even if it was pushed to the back most of the time. Finally, she was quenching that lustful thirst her body ached to feel, moving the handle in and out of her now-drooling snatch. The motions were gradual and slowly increasing, her body reacting quite well to every bit of stimulation she offered.
Her palm moved down and replaced the cool feeling on her lovely pearl with a warm touch. It was such a good change, making her bite on her bottom lip and nearly gnaw at it. Her teeth stayed right on it, her upper lip curling as she felt the cold object dip nice and deep once again. The mare's body squirmed, barely able to keep her underwear aside in the throes of passion.
“Celestia, yes!” she hissed out and grit her teeth. It was getting to be a little much.
Harshwhinny's fingers moved along as her hand stayed as steady as it could. The spoon glided back and forth with the hint of wet squelches once in a while. She had never been so wet in her life! This was better than any other session she had given into.
It was only a matter of time before she would feel those walls contract and make that crystal spoon nearly crack. Possibly, anyway. Her hips rolled as she dug the icicle-like utensil into her experienced body before she arched her back and grinned. That was it! Her thumb moved to give a sweet tickle and welcome massage along her furiously aching pleasure button until her knees lifted.
Those warm thighs closed in as she felt her walls keep the object inside of her and kept up the teasing rubs. Hot breaths left her muzzle as she twitched and squirmed in place on the chair until it finally happened. The soothing yet sudden explosion of warmth she had tried achieving washed over her like a wave of euphoria.
Her shorter than average honey colored mane flowed back as she craned her neck. She had no idea her body was capable of curving backwards in that manner, though it was hardly anything she wanted to try at any other moment.
With her orgasm hitting her like a train, the slick liquid of her ejaculate gave a bit of a spray over the tool while she shook and smiled. The mare's voice grumbled in her throat while her knees knocked together and she began leaning forward. A quick movement with the crystal scoop and she was almost hugging her legs with both hands between them.
It took a while for her finally relax and let out a deep sigh of relief. Her mane was a little unkempt however that could be fixed. When she eased up, her beautiful, blue eyes glanced down and seemed to shine at the clear juices coating the handle of her freshly used spoon. A careful pull from her loins and she shivered when the tip eased out. No more cooling pleasure but a warm and very comfy glow was radiating from her most intimate of areas.
When she glanced over to the bowl of ice cream, the frozen treat was still standing. For the most part. It had wilted lightly but it didn't seem to be actually melting just quite yet. Aside from her ice cream, Harshwhinny felt she was practically sweating from the self-service session she just enjoyed.
Setting the utensil back into the bowl, she let out a sigh and began immediately smoothing out her skirt and mane. A few simple brushes and pats and she was good. Her eyes surveyed the area for a while until they rested on her unfinished book. Of course, she wouldn't finish the thing tonight, nor the next. The simple thought had her give a smirk as she toyed with the pages a bit. There was still a lingering need below.
The passion that burned up a fire just moments ago was kindling an inferno now. Her thighs pressed neatly together while she bit her lip and thought more about what she wanted. What she truly wanted. It wasn't anything a simple object could give her, having her craving for more.
The mature mare glanced over to the room service scroll she had personally pinned up, thinking of inviting the bellhop over for a good time. It was fun idea, one she would have done without question, but she needed to keep a low profile on such instances. No need to spread news that a horny mare is yearning for the younger stallions.
There had been a few times some other ponies had nudged her about getting laid and offered their friends or some call service of some sort. It was a notion she never gave another thought. Until now. They had given her various and detailed instructions when she chose to ignore them. Well, more along the lines of just turned the other direction.
Her fingers tapped at the table for a bit, listening to her hoofed tips clack lightly until she got up and moved over to the nightstand. A small stack of parchment for special calls out of the room laid in place in the drawer along with a spare ink bottle and several quills. The earth pony grabbed a sheet and took the quill, thinking carefully.
It was a slower process than she liked but she wanted to make sure she had all the right details. A read over the sheet and she gave a nod, nearly ready to roll it up, before she licked her lips and wrote a little more. It was easy to ask for a fun night, it was another to actually have one. Her hand scribbled quickly after making her selection of 'the most prominent' and the 'one with some extra fun' in her neat writing. It was a stretch to ask for such things but it was worth a shot.
At the bottom of the sheet, the mare gave one last request for her supposed order and grinned. It looked to be a good time now. Her eyes scanned it over several times until she rolled it up and grabbed the candle nearby. Some wax and a fresh stamp with the hotel's seal with the bottom of the stand made things finally set in place. The scroll twirled and spun before a magical fizzle took its place and it made its way towards the destination. All she had to now was wait.
She certainly hoped that last detail wasn't overlooked. It wasn't every day, or night, that she requested somepony to bring a leash. She was in a need to stake a claim.
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When the knock at the door came a half hour later, Ms. Harshwhinny had been eagerly anticipating the arrival. She was eager to see just who they had brought her and if any of the requests were met at all. Being sure to not appear too excited, she took a few deep breaths and steadied her nerves before opening the door and taking her first look at her offered partner for the evening.
Standing in what looked to be nothing more than a white robe and holding a satchel, the pegasus with a teal mane smiled warmly and nodded to her. The light color of lavender upon her coat was soft and alluring, as was her sweet scent even from the doorway. The violet eyes looked back at the older mare's until she finally spoke.
“You requested me this evening?” she asks, holding up the scroll with Harshwhinny's writing upon it.
“Yes, yes. Come in. Hurry~” she ushers, lightly pulling the pegasus' arm and bringing her into the room.
Once inside, the earth pony looked her over and rubbed her chin some. Was she to indulge in just a female for the night? It was a little annoying that all her special requests were ignored nevertheless, that satchel looked to be holding something at the very least. Her hand reached out as she lightly ran her fingers along the soft feathers of those wings.
“I... I heard you were looking for..a bit extra, miss,” the winged pony said and looked over her shoulder to her. “Would you like to see?”
So, she was given what she wanted. This pleased Harshwhinny greatly as she smiled and nodded, perhaps a bit too quickly. The pegasus turned and untied the robe at the front as it fell open with each movement. Within seconds, the earth pony was greeted with the sight of a very large, dark purple member.
Extra equipment was clearly what this girl was packing. The brown sugar colored pony moved in closer and reached down, her fingers running from the base of that girth and moving out along the firming shaft. It was real, too. The mature mare licked her lips and kept feeling up her new guest, liberally groping the thick tool here and there.
After a few minutes of the fondling, the light lavender pony was beginning to breathe a bit deeper while letting herself be felt up so eagerly. Harshwhinny gave that medial ring a firm squeeze before pulling her hand away and watching the member bob lightly. It was a sight to behold for sure. She could hardly believe she was doing this at all but it just made her want it even more. A thrill of having this kind of control over another pony. A sexual leash.
The thought made her look back up as she openly groped the mare's breasts and ran a thumb over one of the nipples. She did mention the want of a leash. Had there been any other toys the girl brought with her? The earth pony cleared her throat as she kept feeling up her special guest.
“Did you bring anything else?” she asked simply, keeping her tone smooth and strict.
“Y-yes, ma'am,” the girl stuttered and smiled, her nipples firming under the touches as she handed over the satchel.
Harshwhinny leaned in and flicked her tongue the spare nipple she wasn't toying with and let it graze softly between her teeth. It was a very gentle touch but one that the dear pony hermaphrodite apparently loved. The light intake of breath she heard above made her grin as she kissed the perky bit of flesh and pulled away.
When she opened the bag, her eyes gleamed with excitement as she noticed the contents. Not only was there a leash but there also seemed to be a bit harness and some lubricant. No reins, which wasn't a surprise after the inquiry of a leash. This was going to be a lot of fun.
“What's your name, girl?” Harshwhinny asked, reaching into the bag and pulling out the face harness. “I ask only because it'll be a while before you speak again tonight.”
“Flitter,” the pegasus answered back with a light blush forming over her muzzle.
“Mhm.. Well, Flitter, you understand this never leaves this room, correct?” the earth pony stated, not exactly asking.
The nod from the winged pony was all Harshwhinny needed as she moved over with the bit harness and smiled. The metal rod was held up to the winged mare's face and their eyes locked. Flitter's ears lowered submissively as she leaned in and took the bit in her muzzle. Obedient one. That was a very good sign.
“For tonight, I am your mistress. Since you cannot address me vocally, you will simply nod and do as I say. Understood?” the earth pony asked, waiting for a reply before continuing.
A soft nod and even a bow from the endowed pony before her and Harshwhinny was back on her way. Her hoofed fingers helped place the harness around the pegasus' muzzle and the back of her head before slipping the robe off completely from her.
Her body was very soft with her curves, and to the touch, having the light suppleness to her form most stallions were crazy about. The added pleasure stick and those fist-sized orbs below gave her plenty more to admire. It wasn't until the mare in control lifted one to enjoy its warmth that she felt the moist slit hidden beneath. Everything you could ask for.
The leash in the satchel was rather long. In fact, it was quite a bit longer than she really needed until her eyes looked over that stiff rod of lust. Maybe taking absolute control would be the way to go tonight. Of course, with that carnal need eating at her from the inside, the older mare was sure it was a necessity.
It took a second to get the leather straps sorted but she managed. Her fingers worked the latch into the harness and began pulling it back behind her. Flitter's head tilted back some as the earth pony tugged the strap and pulled those arms back and under the wings. A few secure wraps and she checked the length left before nodding. This would do.
“Down,” she ordered to the pegasus, her panties already getting a bit more damp from the control of the situation.
A good shove and dear Flitter was sent onto the bed with a soft bounce. Her eyes were full of want even of those ears were pinned back. Harshwhinny could even see the beginnings of some drool between that metal bar and those lips and teeth. She lifted a leg and pressed a hoof to the flying pony's hips, turning her onto her back, before staring down at that thick pole.
The older mare bit her lip at the thoughts flooding her mind. The things she wanted to do to yet she only had tonight. Her tail gave a small flick as she started unbuttoning her white dress shirt. Never has she been so damn horny before. The final button came loose and her fingers opened the shirt a bit more as she showcased the black bra holding her soft melons.
“I may not have your figure but I know exactly how to use it,” the older mare said with a wink.
Flitter smiled as best as possible through the harness before continuing to watch the mare undress. Harshwhinny reached to her skirt and unfastened the side, letting it practically drop the second she let go. Her lower half was adorned in those same stockings from earlier along with the matching garter belt and panties. She didn't feel like changing into anything new just for a good romp.
The thick monster from the pegasus' lap gave a visible twitch as the mare attached to it let out a light and muffled coo. It was flattering to have that effect on her, Harshwhinny thought. The earth mare gave a smirk as she slipped her thumbs into the sides of her panties and eased them down very slowly. A small tease was always fun to do.
That satin undergarment eased down her thighs while she let her obedient pegasus watch on, peeling the panties from her rear and then away from her moist lap. The light string of clear fluid connecting her folds to the soft fabric was a clear sign of how aroused she was. A small wiggle and she managed to move the panties down her legs until letting them fall to join her skirt on the floor.
“Like it? It's very experienced,” the light brown coated pony said as she reached down to let her dear guest get a peek when she used a thumb to pry the folds away.
Flitter's length gave a clear throb and even managed to dribble a little pre at the tip. The sight was just a tad too much for the mature mare, Harshwhinny moving in and swiftly leaning down to run her tongue along the thick head of that fat stalk. She tasted as good as she looked. Sweet with just the slightest hint of an aftertaste that lingered in the back of her throat. Another lick over the head and around it confirmed it for her.
When the mare began climbing up, both parties were looking very forward to it. Still donning her white shirt, opened up for some breathing room, her bra and matching panties, garter belt, and stockings, Harshwhinny grabbed the leash in her left hand. A small tug and she saw that back arch under her, those perky breasts rising and those hips starting to lift up a few times.
“Ah-ah. Only when I pull. No more than that,” the dominant pony stated with a lust-filled grin.
There was a muffled groan of acceptance before the pegasus relaxed into the sheets and stared up at her mistress. Seeing the winged pony settle down, she moved over and purposely ran her bare sex along the belly of that beast. It felt so warm and she loved how it nestled between her legs.
She was only reaching for the bottle of lube in the satchel, however she was certainly enjoying the placement of that stiff stallion length. Her thighs gave it a small squeeze as best as she could, taking the bottle out and shaking it lightly. Hopefully it was enough. A pop to the nozzle and she leaned back to look between them both.
That was certainly some girth the girl had. Harshwhinny tilted the bottle and squirted some of the clear liquid out, coating that thick impaler before wrapping a hand around it and stroking firmly. A good spread of the lubricant got most of it, Flitter squirming in bliss from the added stimulation of a small hand-job. It was cute to see the pegasus writhe in the desire that Ms. Harshwhinny felt herself.
Another good dollop of the slick liquid and she went to work on that meaty shaft. Each stroke made some rather lewd noises here and there, getting it coated properly. She could see a few beads of pre-cum drool from the head and quickly swirled her hand over it to work it into the mix. No sense in letting it go to waste.
Poor Flitter was getting lost in the pleasure, having that hand pumping up and down her shaft as she could only lay there and accept it. Her eyes were becoming a little glazed and her ears seemed to stay folded back. The mature pony giving her the lavish hand-job was apparently enjoying feeling up that stalk plenty.
It took a minute for the earth pony to feel satisfied with her work and moved her still-clothed form up over that erect tool. Both of them were breathing hard and heavy, wanting it just as much as the other. The mistress gave a small pull to the leash and felt those hips rise some, gliding the belly of the slick cock up along her folds. It was time to truly let her mane down.
Harshwhinny waited until those hips lowered before nestling the thick head at her entrance and wiggled her hips. Flitter was going to be her toy for the night. The one lay she had been needing to take that edge off and crumble her walls like no tomorrow. Those mature hips pressed down, her eyes watching as she saw the shaft strain at the pressure. It was going to be a tight fit but this is exactly what she wanted.
“Come on.. Put it in me,” she nearly growled, her lust commandeering her body.
Those hips pushed a bit more firmly as she felt her trophy marked flanks quiver in desire. The wet opening between her legs finally began to give, spreading apart at the head of that shaft and beginning to swallow it into her. The folds gripped tightly around the throbbing girth as her body eased down to accept the other pony into her nice and slow.
When glancing down, Harshwhinny felt rather elated at seeing the entire act framed perfectly with her garter belt and the stockings. Her hips gave a small roll as she slipped further down onto the unprotected tool, giving a very deep grunt, and kept on lowering. She wasn't going to stop until she had it all inside her. Or, at least she would damn near try for it. No sense in having all of that shaft with any of it not getting pleasured with her.
The mare gave a few more deep moans and tugged a bit harshly on the strap in her hand. The pegasus obeyed quickly, those hips lifting and that member pulsing as it buried in past that medial ring and nearly to the base. Another swift pull and Flitter's hips nearly jolted up, spearing the mare atop her in that lust. The two moaned out loudly, one a bit more muffled than the other, as the joint effort was finally succeeded.
“Th-that's it... Ohh, I've been needing something like this for a long time,” the older mare panted out, using her free hand to caress over those exposed breasts below.
The reaction was met with satisfaction as the eyes of her sweet pegasus rolled back from the attention to her nipples coupled with those snug muscles making sure that massive pole got pleasured within. Even through the lube, Harshwhinny could feel her own wetness drooling out and mixing with that pre-seed as well. It was a concoction she knew well and one she really know how to use.
Those hips rose as she pulled that firm stick from her depths with possibly the loudest slurp her pussy had ever made. It was a tad embarrassing but she carried on quickly. Her folds clamped just behind the head of that pole before she moved back down and placed her hand to Flitter's side to keep her steady. As amazing as it felt to have it moving within her, she knew it felt just as good for the call pony below.
Another rise, this time a bit faster, and those mature folds rolled up that shaft perfectly. Her walls milked and massaged the invader each time and never stopped, almost as if it were trying to suck the poor pegasus' soul out with the experience it had behind it. A push back down yielded a strained cry of pleasure from her partner, feeling the length throb with a spurt a pre.
“Mmf, that's it... You're mine tonight,” she reminded Flitter, starting a slow rhythm atop her.
Each lift and drop was accentuated by a smooth roll of her hips. The milking sensation within was constant as she panted and finally let herself do away with her professional attitude and don a more dominant and needy one. A rather wet squelch made her bite her bottom lip, the brown sugar colored pony giving the mare below her a ride she'll never forget.
She knew all the tricks to make a stallion get his load off quick. The thing was, she wasn't going to be satisfied with just one load. Several? Perhaps. Those inner walls gave a healthy squeeze once she pressed flush and squirmed in place on the winged pony's lap. A few seconds of this and she felt a good spray of that clear, natural lubricant spill out before starting to lift her hips once again.
It was like a dance where every step had to be perfect. Nothing could be out of line or hastened by any means. Tonight was her night. The slick suction sounds were getting louder and quicker as she moved on. A push down and tug on the leash had garnered a very pleasant reaction. The spot deep within was getting pelted repeatedly as she started increasing her momentum over that fuck stick.
“Oh, yes! You're mine! All mine!” Harshwhinny spoke out, tugging a bit more on the leash.
Her hips slammed down as she rode Flitter's fitter and felt those hips lift against her every time. It was perfect. The exact thing she needed for a good night and the long time away from such activities. She wasn't lying either. Her body knew how to work it in ways most mares would be jealous of. The feeling of her contracting, gliding, rolling walls would send any stallion into an orgasm induced coma. It was her perfection.
Those trophy stamped flanks shook at each press down, her backside giving a rather nice jiggle from the motions. Her breasts, despite being locked behind the bra, still gave a nice bounce as well. Every motion was making her mane more frazzled looking, but she didn't care. Her eyes were down upon Flitter, taking in the sight of her special prize under the moon as she bucked her hips wildly.
“Ah! Ahh, fuck! You going do it?! Going to cum in me?!” she asked through her gritted teeth. The older mare kept up the pace as she grinned.
The motions grew faster, Harshwhinny's hips almost begging Flitter for her seed just as much as she was verbally. Those walls squeezed and pulled at the thick length inside of her, coating the shaft in her silky smooth juices as well as spreading along that copious amount of pre over it. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she yanked firmly on the leash and grunted.
“Do it! Cum inside me like a good girl!” she called out and huffed, keeping the leash held up.
There was nothing more to do but obey her mistress as the winged pony arched her back and pushed that thick pipe as far as it could go before tensing up. The older mare felt it stirring within, noting the familiar twitches of the shaft and the shuddering of those knees beneath her. There was no point holding back.
A few empty pulses and the mature mare barely managed her own orgasm in time with the hermaphrodite inside of her. The next pulse was followed by a very thick and creamy blast of the warmest, thickest semen she had ever felt be jettisoned inside. Her hungry chamber clamped and massaged at the spurting prick, coaxing out everything she could within her.
Groans, moans, and very loud screams were heard from both as Flitter came inside the mare atop her. That thick length sprayed and painted the light brown colored mare from the inside, filling her up with that foal batter in ways no stallion ever had before. Every convulsing squeeze onto the shaft made her spurt a bit more of her creamy delight right up into the needy female riding her.
A small bounce onto that lap and Flitter let out a weary moan, her teeth clamped onto the bit as she panted heavily and rolled her head in the sheets. Ms. Harshwhinny had done a number to the endowed mare, having milked her in ways she never thought possible. Of course, it was far from over. There was another bounce from the horny mare as she leaned down and whispered into the pegasus' ear.
“I'm going to use you... all... night... long..,” she said. The tug at one of the straps of the harness with her teeth seemed to add a good hint.
The dominant pony rolled her hips a bit as that expelled spunk churned inside of her, giving a coo of delight as she felt the seed stir and gives the slight slosh. A push down and most of it sprayed out between them both, covering Flitter's loins in her own essence with a hint of that clear feminine juice. The pegasus was in no shape to refuse another session. In fact, there was nothing she could really do anyway.
Harshwhinny grunted as she licked along the pony's neck and ran her hoofed fingers through that teal mane. A handful of the hair and she gave it a pull while starting to climb the pole again. Each downward motion seemed to spit a bit more of the excess semen out until it was just another lubricant to use. This time, she was closer and far more intimate with her want.
Those hot breaths and heavy pants were directly in Flitter's face and down at her neck at times. More often than not, that tongue moved in and ran over her nose or cheek while being used in the moment. It was almost painful with how the older mare kept going but there was zero complaint being voiced.
“Still hard.. Perfect,” the blue eyed mare whispered and began moving faster.
The fresh cum that had spilled free and was being worked as a lubricant slowly started to froth as the mare kept up her needy work. The wonders of a mare who knew just what it took to please a stallion and still didn't tire out yet. Those walls rippled and kept gliding up and down the bare rod, enjoying the filthy sensation it was giving her now.
“All... night,” she panted, letting her tongue trace around the pegasus' ear slowly while her hips bounced in a steady rhythm.
While she kept going, Flitter's eyes were barely able to focus on much. The seemed to roll around in her head, staring at Harshwhinny and then the wall, then to the side. With how hard she still was it was a wonder she didn't black out from lack of blood to her brain. The dominant pony admired the stamina greatly. Still, this was her night and she wasn't anywhere near done until she had more than enough to sate her needs.
It was just as good the second time around, too. That thick cock pummeling away at her inner most depths from her grinds and pumps onto it. When pulling up once, one of her hands reached down to smear that white and sticky fluid around the base, taking time to fawn over the throbbing vein along the side of it. Oh, she was certainly up for more than one or two rounds.
With that, Harshwhinny picked it up a bit, amplifying the pleasure within as she rolled her waist in just that perfect way while feeling her sex grip and work at the shaft within. Nothing was going to top tonight for a very long time, if ever. She just hoped that after copious amounts of semen and her vaginal discharge it would douse the burning desire inside. For now, it was time to indulge.
“F..fuck my brains out,” the mature mare stated, nearly unable to hear her own voice over the creaks of the bed. It was going to be a long night.
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Harshwhinny lazily opened an eye and glanced around the room. For a moment, she had forgotten where she was. The rest of he clothing had been shed during the night of passion as she relentlessly used Flitter's services to sate her desires. A groan escaped her as she rolled over and felt the sheets sticking to her coat.
“Great,” she muttered but quickly got over it after remember the whole night once again.
A look around showed her guest had departed early but the pile of bits she left as payment were still sitting on the table. Along with a note. It took some fighting with herself to get up and finally peel the sheets off her body. Her hands rubbed her face as she tried getting out of her exhausted state and chuckled a bit.
She probably climaxed a good seven or eight times last night. It was a night she had practically dreamed of, dominating another pony and just taking what she wants. Flitter seemed just eager to give it all to her as well. Even at this age she still had it.
With a grunt, the mare got up and staggered over to the table with squinting eyes. From the position of the sun, she probably slept in until noon. Another step and she let out a groan while leaning on the table. Yeah, she was going to be sore for quite a while. Her eyes settled on the note as she reached over and pulled it closer to read.
As she looked it over, her muzzle went into another smile. Apparently Flitter saw last as one of her best as well. The bits weren't taken seeing as she hadn't been ridden so senseless before. Or for so long. The end of the note had Harshwhinny glance to the empty ice cream bowl and back again.
It seemed that the whole ordeal had made the girl hungry and she finished off the treat. Then mentioned a very sweet taste with it along with a hint of something else. Well, at least she enjoyed it. The mare looked at the letter again and sniffed at her arm. She didn't smell like brown sugar just because it was her color. Did she? She was tempted to give a lick but just decided to stumble back to he bed and collapse onto it.
Seeing as it was now officially her first day of a break, she wanted to just relax and hope nopony came looking for her. Unless that pony was Flitter. She was welcome anytime. When she thought about at least tidying up the room, the only that ran through her mind was one phrase before passing out. Fuck professionalism.
Author's Note
Cover image was in collaboration with the amazing and wonderful Pashoo/NakedSharks.
