The Loneliness of Business

by Spunge Bub Skwire Pents

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Sex, Ms. Harshwhinny, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Anthro, Romance
Length: 2746

Is it possible for an old sap like Ms. Harshwhinny to find love?

She had everything. A good job, A luxurious living style, All one could possibly want. Except some pony to share it with.

After awhile I decided to tear down this story and give it the proper love and attention it deserved. This being one of the first stories I ever posted, was nothing more than a wanna be clop. but the idea just kept calling me back, so I've decided to completely re-write this story from the ground up.

no the original story is not a thing anymore. like shameful art that everyone stashes under their bed, it will forever remain hidden from the public. O_O the quality is just too damn bad.

Published 2017-09-26 01:30:05 UTC
Last updated 2017-09-26 01:30:05 UTC

The Loneliness of Business

The orange, blue eyed mare sat at her desk, Pondering and Empty minded. It was greatly bothering her; the reason why she was so "Lost", at the particular moment. It was a given that the past few years had been some of the most successful times of her life. She had almost everything she could have ever wanted. She had Wealth, class, a decent paying job, and a thousand other things crossed out on her list of Things To Do Before I Die. It could be safely said that Ms. Harshwhinny had it all. With The exception of complete world domination, And...

Some pony to share it with...

It was the cold harsh truth, She had not dated, scratch that, Loved In Years. Of course she would have a small shimmer of happiness once in a while, But the weight of being forever alone still remained on her conscious.' Too many times had her heart been broken, too many times had she been left waiting on the side of the road for the date who never came. What was wrong with her, why were ponies so afraid of her, Well that question was redundant. Of course she knew why no pony was attracted her, it was who she was, it was her strict personality.

She turned around in her chair, looking out the wall window that was part of most modern office buildings. The height of which her office was placed at gave her a awing sight over the city of Manehattan. She loved the thrill of standing with her body pressed against the window staring down at the ant sized pedestrians and traffic.

Hovering over the towering skyline was the blue heavens above that separated their world from the cosmos. Working in Manehattan had it's pros, but also had it's equal share of cons. Most of which having to do with money and savings. Most outsiders only knew of the city that blanketed the surface from the prying light of the public. Truth be told, Residential Manehattan was nothing more than run down apartments accompanied by barren lots and parks. The corpses of once booming industrial companies now have long deserted the area, their only mark of existence being the crumbling buildings and parking lots of were they once resided.

Harshwhinny remained locked deeply in her thoughts, simply staring out the window as she thought of her past, as well as her future. Her train of thought was interrupted how ever by the sudden knocking at her door.

"Come in." Remaining in her original spot, she continued to gaze out of the window as her co-worker entered.

"Good morning Ma'am" The blue Stallion entered the office room carrying a large stack of files and papers. Setting down the files on Harshwhinny's desk he remained standing waiting for his bosses response.

"I assume those are the revenue files I asked to have sorted" Harshwhinny answered with her usual dignifying tone. Spy Glass replied happily at the completion of his task.

"Yes Ma'am. All organized by date into alphabetical order" The younger Stallion held a smug look of accomplishment on his light blue muzzle, but the look quickly vanished when Harshwhinny stood up from her leather chair.

"Then you wont mind if I check through them then?" Harshwhinny leaned on the edge of her hand crafted wooden desk, picking up one of the neatly packaged files she opened it up to investigate its contents. The same stern look remained fixed on her older face symbolizing the years of stress and work hours she endured that secured her current position as manager. Looking back up at Spy Glass she placed the vanilla folder back in its respectful place onto of the pile.

"Well, I must say you have surprised me. Not even my current assistant would be able to organize such a overwhelming amount of office work in such a short time." Holding her arms behind her back she side stepped over to the window were she once more focused her gaze on the outside world.

"I'd warn her about you, If we weren't so close." Shooting a smirk of approval to the intern as he visibly became relived from his work.

"Thank you Ms. Harshwhinny I-" Spy Glass was suddenly interrupted by her stern tone.

"Excuse me but I'm not finished" Taking her seat at the other end of the desk she pulled out a messy pile of envelopes from beneath her. "Due to your efficient work I have decided to put you in charge of archiving all of the papers and data for the finance department" She stiffed a giggle when the Interns jaw dropped open. "Think of it as a promotion, besides I believe you will be working with that young mare I hear you talk so much about" Harshwhinny spun around in her chair leaving the entertaining sight of Spy Glasses massive blush.

Barely retaining his professionalism, Spy Glass happily procured the pile of envelopes strewn across Harsh Whinny's desk and proceeded to the door.

"Thank you Ms. Harshwhinny, I won't let you down" The sound of the door closing shut signaled her regained privacy. Letting out a long sigh she once more retreated to the inner workings of her mind.

"I remember a time when I dated cute colts like that" lazily scanning the cities horizon she continued her conversation with her conscious.

"Back when I wasn't afraid to Love" Farrowing her eyebrows she recalled her short lived youth.

It had been so long since She had felt the tender touch of a lover. With every day, every painstakingly dull day, She grew less confident with herself. She was forty five and her life had taken a sharp turn from her usual happier younger self. Then again, she was younger back then. Casting her gaze once more to the busy city harbor, she is met with her reflection.

"I barely even recognize myself anymore..." She studied the orange mare that stared back at her. She watched intently not willing to believe that the older bat in the window was her.

Standing up from her desk chair she approached her reflection as it did the same. She studied he face closely noting all of the thin creases that came with age. Continuing her gaze downward she observed the prominent curves of her body. Taking her breast in hand she lightly bounced them smirking as she did so, glad that they were still firm yet soft.

"Well, At least I still have the goods..." gently bouncing her bosom one last time she continued her gaze down ward as she examined her famine hips and thighs. Turning to the side she observed her back side.

"It's not much but it's better than usual" regaining her composure she turned back to face the reflective glass. Some thing still felt out of place. Pulling her eyes back up to her face she quickly discovered the cause of her lack of assurance. Gazing into the reflections blue irises she refused to believe that such beautiful eyes still belonged to her aged body.

The refection no longer the older Mare that stood before her had suddenly changed to a younger, happier teenager. Her frizzy hair bounced gently with her small movements, and her blue pools sparkled with glee as she smiled.

"What happened..." bringing a hand up to the window she pressed it there as the mirror did the same. And as soon as it appeared, the young was replaced with the old as the reflection returned to its original state of Harshwhinny.

A single tear rolled down her cheek as she backed away from the mirror. Sitting back down at her desk she leaned back in her chair as she attempted to calm her nerves.

"What happened Maggie..." looking over to the clock she noted the time, almost time to go home. Had she really spent all that time reminiscing about her past? Standing up from her desk she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"Where did I go...?"

The darkness of the room was suddenly Illuminated by the light that flooded through the door. The silhouette standing in the door way trudged in ward. Closing the heavy wooden door behind herself Harshwhinny flicked the lights on, allowing the condo room to properly Illuminated.

Passing by her small yet modernly designed kitchen, She made her way to her bed room where sleep awaited her. Switching the light on, she threw off her purple work jacket taking care not to damage it before she stored it in the closet.

With a sigh she plopped down on the bed were she leaned over and removed her boots. Scowling instantly with being met with the stench of the work day mixed with strong foot odor.

"Why do I wear these..." Pushing the knee high boots under her bed she grasped her aching sole as she rubbed her thumbs into the sore muscles. letting out a sigh of relief she stood back up to continue her nightly ritual of getting ready for bed. Throwing her arms up she stretched out her back feeling it pop loudly relieving her of the knots that had formed during the day.

Walking back over to the bath room, she changed out of her work clothes and into her usual sleeping ware. A tank top and panties, nothing better than the basics. Yawning loudly she exited the powder room were she turned out light.

With the room now darker the various lights from the window of the outside sky line, gave the bedroom a gentle glow. Tucking her self in she attempted to get as comfortable as possible even with the storm of thoughts that had been barraging her since this afternoon. Letting her eyes drift over to the magnificent Manehattan Skyline that now gently Illuminated her room, She contemplated deeply of troubling thoughts. It wasn't hard however to discover sleeps possessive grasp as she felt her eyes grow heavy.

The heat of the bed suddenly intensified from a gentle warmth to a raging fire. Shooting up from her disturbed slumber, Harshwhinny sat on her mattress in a cold sweat. Quickly gasping down sharp segments of the cool bedroom air she laid back on to her now hot bed sheets moist with sweat. Bringing a hand up to her fore head she grumbled with annoyance.

"Oh Celestia! Why now?!?" scooting over to the bed stand she pushed the "Indi-glo" setting on the back. Waiting for a few moments for her tired eyes to adjust she became deeply bothered at her loss of early morning sleep.

Tthrowing off her heavy blankets she sat on the edge of the bed, her head spinning. Managing to drag herself over to the powder room she nearly hissed when she flicked on the overly bright ceiling lights that hung from above. Shielding her tired eyes she felt her way over to the tub were she turned the lever all the way to the cold setting.

With the small room filled with the sound of running water she propped her tired body on the sink. Observing her flushed cheeks in the mirror, she rubbed her eyes and ran her fingers through her short blond hair. Her body covered head to toe with sweat she hastily threw off her tank top, haphazardly tossing it to one of the far corners of the room.

leaning against the wall, Harshwhinny let out a shallow sigh as the chilled air of the bathroom swept over her topless form. With her body starting to cool she slid down the wall until her bottom hit the floor. Bending over she leaned her head on her arms, noting the streaks of bodily fluids that lined the insides of her thighs. Drifting her eyes further north she noticed her now soiled panties, soaked with various liquids.

"Damn...I liked that pair." Delicately sliding her panties off she tossed them to the side where they joined her displaced top. Sitting bare on the tiled floor she inhaled sharply followed by deep exhales as she leaned back into the wall.

She was in heat.

Looking over to her left she noted that the tub was now filled with ice cold water. gently picking herself up she raised her leg over the tub wall. With her thighs no longer shielding her woman hood, the cold air was free to flow past her moist nether regions letting out a sharp gasp as the chilly air caressed her vulva. quickly stepping fully into the tub she took one last breath as the water flowed around her feet and ankles preparing herself for the initial shock of the cold water.

"Lets get this over with..." Biting her lip Harshwhinny slowly crouched herself down to her waist line as the cool sensation took hold of her body.

"Buck...that's cold..."

Feeling bolder she fully lowered her body as she allowed the soothing chilly liquid to numb her nerves. Harshwhinny remained submerged under the surface for what seemed like hours, but only lasted half a minute before pulling her head back up to the surface. not bothering to push her wet hair from her face she propped her head on the edge of the tub, the fire within her dimming but still remained ablaze.

"This is pathetic" Bringing her legs from up under the surface she crossed her legs and propped her orange feet on the faucet. Just the thought of having to spend another estrus alone, without the relief that only a lover could bring her. Not too long ago this wouldn't have been a big deal. All she would have to do is find some extremely hammered Stallions, and proceed to rut their brains out in some ally way. But not now, She had such an reputation to keep and just the thoughts of those vulgar acts seemed so...Unprofessional. Toys were out of the option as well. A typical phallus toy could never come close to the warming intimate feeling that could truly douse her fire.

She just sat there, motionless in a pool of frigid water letting her mind ponder at her situation. It wasn't long before the cold started getting to her, and after a quick yawn she dragged her half frozen body out of the tub. With a towel wrapped around her cooled body she trekked back into the bedroom.

Plopping back down on the mattress she stared out the window watching the horizon slowly turn from dark blue to a shade of dawn orange as Celestia's Sun crested the horizon. Letting her mind wander she unexpectedly found her thoughts focused on one particular Intern.

"Oh... Get real! I have far more class than this." Even with her mind revolting from the lewd thoughts, her body reacted other wise as her nether regions began to radiate with lust.

Without warning, she let out a sharp moan as her hand made its way up from her side to caress her supple bosom. Rolling her pink nipple between her index finger and thumb her minds defenses gave way immediately as she became victim of her body's instinctual needs. No longer resisting the urges she fell back into her mattress as he Mare hood became soaked with the fluids of arousal. Running her unused hand down the naval of her belly she began to tease her clit moaning with pleasure.

"Ohhhhhh." Arching her back she ran circles around her joy button resulting in lustful moans to escape her body. Growing bored of her teasing she slipped two fingers into he love canal, her pussy happily squirting out juices.

"Mnnngh..." Biting her lip she gently spread her fingers as her tunnel stretched to accommodate the appendages with ease. she closed her eyes lost in bliss as she fucked herself with her fingers.

Then the buzzing of the alarm clock nearly gave her a heart attack.

"OH FUCK OFF!" She yelled in annoyance at the electronic. If the clock had a family, she would hunt every member down and kill them.

Too bad it was just a clock.

Sighing in defeat she unhappily pulled her fingers from her throbbing heat. Taking a brief moment to examine the juices left behind on her index and middle finger.

"Petty..." She grumbled in annoyance with herself as she got up and returned to the bathroom to in an attempt to make herself more presentable.

Today was going to be a long day.

And it was only Tuesday.