You take gulps of water from the bottle you raise to your lips like your dying, and given the damn heat you're half sure you are. Its the middle of summer in the Crystal Empire, it's not even an Equestria Games season but there still is the regular sports season going on; Hoof ball, the WonderBolt races, The air shows, the usual. You never where much of a sports fan, but when it came to organizing paperwork and maintaining order, you took too it like a duck to water. You sit at your desk trying to maintain your composure, while many of the other file clerks decide to wear khaki shorts and polo shirts to work, you'll be shaved with rusty razors and dipped in vodka before you break your streak of professionalism.
It's a hundred degrees outside, but inside it's not much better. The suit you wear is so damn hot, but you're determined not to break your code of professionalism and take an inch of it off. You do this based on the standards of your boss, Ms. Harshwhinny. She demands only the best from her staff, for in her eyes, the entire point of the Equestrian athleticism is diligence, and you're only too willing to live up to her standards. Your co workers think that you're insane for trying to please a mare like Harshwhinny, but you call it being crazy in love.
As the heat of the Summer makes you sweat, you start to wonder if your boss is in need of some refreshment. You walk over to the mini fridge in your office and dig through it until you settle on a bottle of sparkling mineral water, she does enjoy the slightly finer things in life.
You take the waters and head put the door, making sure your door is locked, you head down the hall thinking of her all the way. You take one moment to make sure your suit is still freshly pressed and neat as you slowly turn the knob on Harshwhinny's door, what you see in the crack makes your heart stop for a beat.
Ms. Harshwhinny sits...no lays on her desk, she has her back turned to you so she hasn't seen you yet. She moans loudly and...lewdly. you then notice she wears a tight rubber latex suit and thigh high boots. A spiked collar around her neck, and spiked bracelets on her wrists. You smell what smells like...wild buttercups and vanilla. Its her scent, the smell of her mare juices and her sweat as it mats her fur as her moans and breaths become gasps and pants.
You can see why, Ms. Harshwhinny works a big pink vibrator in and out of her dripping wet pussy. It winks and pulses squeezing the toy as it coats the pink plastic in her juices. You gasp softly seeing her like this, yet at the same time you can't look away. Its like a fantasy come true, the only thing that could make it better is the thought of joining her.
"Ohhh Celestia yes that's the stuff!" She cries out feeling the toy vibrate against her winking clit. She tilts her head back and it's then that the tables turn, her eyes open! "Ahhh! what the?! Mr. Anon what ate you doing in here!" She shots pulling the toy out of her pussy and sitting up on the desk glaring at you busted.
"Ms. Harshwhinny! I'm sorry...I...I was just bringing you some..." you stammer and can't find the words as she glares harder and begins digging through the desk, you gasp when you see she has a riding crop in her hands, it smacks against her hands and her latex gloves, making you gasp louder.
"Well!? Speak up little man! Why did you spy on me during my private stress relief session?" She asks again, thought it partly scares you, there's something about the way she yells standing there imposing as she's dressed so...provocatively.
"I was just bringing you some water ma'am." You say as she gets off the desk and starts sauntering over to you. Her flanks swaying with every step and her latex squeaking as she smiles deviously at you.
"I appreciate the sentiment Mr. Anon, but you really shouldn't have been watching me like that...unless..." She said grinning at you as the strap of her crop teases the crotch of your slacks.
"Unless what Ms. Harshwhinny?" You ask feeling your manhood twitch getting hard from behind the fabric.
"Did you...want to join me for a little stress relief?" She says as she pops her tits out over the top of her corset. The latex squeezing them and making them look even bigger than they already were. "You care to join me my little human pet hmm?" She says as you feel her crop smacking lightly on your back side.
"Yeea...yess!" You cry out feeling your dick getting harder at her attention to it. She starts stripping you naked as rough and hard as a dominatrix like her can get, your suit and shirt gets torn and ripped at the seams as she rips it off, buttons fly across the room as she exposes your bare chest.
"Mhhh your such a handsome human, but that won't excuse you from what you did, your just a little human, I bet you can't even handle allll this." She says with a hiss as she turns around and bends over and juts her ass out in your face. She grinds it on your crotch making you moan softly feeling her fine ass on you. "I'm too much mature mare for a little man like you too handle." She says as you reach out desperate to get a feel of her ass.
"Uhh uhh uh, mistress didn't give you permission to touch her...naughty naughty naughty, you sneaky little malichick." She turns around and struts back to her desk, she reaches into her drawer and pulls out a red pet collar and leash; some pink fuzzy handcuffs, and a water dish. "Come here pet...come." she says waving ypu over with a finger.
You start to walk toward her but she stops you with her glare. "Are you not my pet little human?" She asks smacking the top of her desk with her crop.
"Yes I am mistress Harshwhinny." You say as you feel so aroused and turned on by her demeaning you like this.
"Then get over here like a pet." She says as you get on your hands and knees and start crawling towards her, like a good little pet should. "Mhhh that's better." She says as she forces your hands behind your back and snaps the cuffs and collar around your neck.
"Thank you mistress." You tell her as she pets and scratches you behind the ears. She twists the top of the mineral water off and splashes some on her breasts, making them all dripping wet.
"Well that's one way to cool off...but I'll bet you'd like a drink too?" She says smiling at you as she scratches under you chin.
"Mhhmm." you say softly as she twists the next bottle top open and pours the mineral water into the plastic pet dish. You get the idea, you obediently inch your mouth to the dish and stick you tongue out to lap at the water you've seen cats and dogs drink, Harshwhinny chuckles and tugs your leash playfully promoting you to look over at her.
"After your drink, I think we should get to the stress relief, don't you agree?' She asks nuzzling your head, her soft pony fur brushing against you and a soft giggle escapes her lips. You drink the water she pours for you and she forces you onto your back. "Let me be clear on the rules; you are to call me mistress only; you may only cum if I give you permission, if I say stop you better stop or you'll be punished, but the same applies to you, if I go too far, yell stop or knock on the desk three times if you can't speak. Professionalism Mr. Anon, if you want to keep these sessions, then you'll maintain your professionalism and keep yourself in check, and follow my rules. Am I making myself absolutely one hundred percent crystal clear?" You nod, so she stands over you, her round, plump ass in the tight latex above your face, her pussy lips protruding from the skin tight material, but she doesn't brush it aside just yet. "Very professionally...Now than, I could use a...seat."
She says this as she plants her ass cheeks and crotch gently on your face, she sighs and moans rubbing and grinding her latex confined bits and lips on your face. You taste the sweaty fur and latex, both well coated in both sweat and arousal. She moans louder as she sits on you harder, the air slightly musky and less breathable. Then suddenly you feel a piercing hot sting on your thighs, so painful that your instincts tell you to run, but you can't from being smothered. You cry out and feel tears in your eyes from the pain, but then the pain turns to pleasure. Your eyes begin to water as you try to please your new mistress, you lick the salty rubber cloth and hear Harshwhinny’s delightful giggles and moan. “Faster! Lick faster you slut! I know you can lick faster than that, you little whelp. Ha!” She smacks your legs and thighs repeatedly, making you increase your speed to try in vain to make her stop. “How does it feel? Do you feel pained? Humiliated? I know you're really enjoying this.” You can’t find the words to respond to her. You just keep licking her pussy...and...in a way her ass but you can't exactly tell while she's still covered up. You’re not sure if she'll open the flaps or push them aside, and you dare not do it without your mistresses permission.
"I know what you want." She says lifting her self up a bit so you can speak, but first I want you to beg for my ass...not just my pussy...you're such a slut. I want you to taste my ass as much as I'll let you have some pussy, don't worry my pet, I'm not that cruel. I 'cleaned deep' down there before." You get what she means...kinda and feel her freeing your hands.
"Mistress...please let me eat your ass...smother me with it...please." You beg with cutesy eyes. She giggles undoes some hidden pins that make a section of the latex fall away exposing her asshole and pussy above you, she then sits back down making sure to smoosh her asshole on your mouth before her pussy. You don't mind the taste much, she IS cleaner back there than you imagined, it's almost like...an even tighter pussy, with a muskier taste.
You feel the mare’s weight press onto you as she face-sits in front of your vision. She gently pats your head as she sits on you. “Well done. In fact, I daresay you’ve earned yourself another drink.” She leans her pucker off your face and slides her pussy onto you, her nether regions definitely are more pleasant to lick. As you see adjust, she closes her eyes and grins, while her ears twitch and waggle a bit. After a few seconds, she pulls her body up as mare cum coats your lips. you can see that it’s now dripping wet. “Drink up.” She urges, pushing herself onto your lips firmly again, a female version of...tea bagging only with a snatch. You’re hesitant a bit, but the threat of eating ass makes you slowly begin to lick her. It tastes sweet, you think to yourself. Like vanilla crème or butter pecan maybe. mmhhh, you could lap this up for hours like ice cream! You feel your pants tighten as you savor the taste of her juices. As your licks become more rapid, and your tongue goes as deep as possible, she lowers her self on you until you can't see much but pussy.
“Ah…” you hear her sigh in joy. “mhhh, that's nice.” Though it’s somewhat difficult to you to breathe; you have to admit that her soft pony cheeks feel nice against your face. The smell's not too bad either; the fragrance of flowers and vanilla fills your nostrils as you try your damnedest to breathe. “Oh, what’s this?” she says, and you feel something poke your rock hard shaft constricted by your jeans rather delicately, her crop is rubbing your half nude body. “Mmmhhhmm, looks like someone’s a bit cramped down there.” She’s not kidding, it’s going to snap in half at this rate! “I suppose I could let it out...if you deserve it…do you think you deserve it?” Your cries for freedom are muffled by the weight of her rump and pussy grinding against your face. “I’m sorry Mr. Anon, what was that?” She lifts her cheeks off of you a moment so you can draw in a proper breath, giggling at your pants and gasps for breathable air. Followed by your begging for her to let you whip it out. “Oh, why not? I’m feeling rather kind today.” She plants her bottom against your face once again. You hear the sound of your slacks being unzipped, and feel them yanked off your legs, underwear and all. You then hear Harshwhinny gasp and then moan in delight to herself.
“That’s it!? I’m quite impressed, Mr. Anon. Why I think you’re even bigger than the hoof ball players I...well that's a story for another time.” You feel your rod throb a bit as she finally compliments you. She then begins to stroke it rather slowly with one of her fluffy hands. Something else hits your ears aside her moans...it's then that you recognize what it is...as if from some magical stereo system...It's music! You can identify the song from hearing it in so many places...Giovanni Rossini, and his compostion from La Gazza Radda...The Thieving Magpie, key of sharp.
"MHMH hmhmh hmm." You say as she smothers and strokes you.
"What was that Mr. Anon?" She says lifting her rump from you.
"*Cough! cough!*" You sputter choking on mare cum. "I said...you have fine taste in music mistress."
"Thank you my pet, your mistress is pleased in out shared taste." Your tongue finds some room to inch its way to a little surprise for her. The edge of her pink starfish. “Ooh!” she moans a bit, and strikes your sides. “That’s rather nice, but such a naughty pet, licking a mare's black cherry...and without my perssion too! Tsk tsk tsk! Ahh well, I suppose I shall allow this in spite of those flaws.” You hear her voice make soothing sounds of enjoyment and coos as she inches her backside onto your face more, allowing you more access to the center of her pucker. Her passionate moans as you dig that slippery muscle sends spasms of pleasure through your shaft as you drill into her. She can almost tell her strokes will make you cum so she ceases, and finally gets off you.
“No no no, we are NOT finished, it that's what you're thinking. Not yet.” She rears herself back and stretches her upper body out on her desk beside you, letting you take a good look at her soft belly and curvaceous body, as well as her lovely round breasts as they struggle to break free out from over the latex. “Get a good eyeful, Mr. Anon. Does that turn you on? Don’t you just love this marvelous mare's body?”
"Oh yes mistress, like a fine work of well made art, probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen; more beautiful than any human could ever hope to strive for." She reaches out for your hand and guides it towards her left breast, as the music starts to crescendo. You get a good feel of tit.
“Mm, that’s right. Just take a nice grasp of it. Doesn’t it feel good? So nice and soft against those smooth, hairless palms of yours?” She says giggling, Ms. Harshwhinny, a tough as nails head of the Equestria games and commissioner of sports, who demanded the utmost professionalism, even when she went full blown dominatrix on you...giggling like a filly. She flashes her eyelashes towards you, knowing that you’re like putty in her hands. You see her eyes scan down your body and light up with excitement. “Ah, that’s what I want to see....pure professionalism” She pushes you onto your back gently, her icy dominant facade becomes more like a gentle lover now.
She straddles her hips over your still hard member, you beg for her to put it in, you've been teased enough. She slowly eases herself down, letting it slip inside of her as delicately as possible, making the softest of moans all the way down. Then she lifts up and does the opposite, impaling herself on your shaft as hard and fast as a cheap whore would, a ying to the yang of gentle penetration she did prior. “Mmhmhmhm, mnnnnn, unghhh! ooh! AAAHHH AAAHHHH!” She finds her lips pressed up against the bottom of your shaft again and again. “Nice and deep, just how I love it!" She squeaks and squeals as she begins to raise herself up, stopping just before the head of your shaft is visible, and plummeting herself back down quickly. She moans like a mare in heat, as do you as the both of you become lost in the bliss and throes of passion. In rhythm to her movements, as she is to yours. The ever so slight thrust of your hips up into her while you lay there with your arms behind your head. She’s taken full control of you, and you absolutely love it. She takes a look at your face with a devilish smile of her own.
"I love this JOB!" You cry out as she bites her crop in her teeth and opens her corset letting it fall off...her Celestia given natural beauty on full display now. She chuckles and giggles cutely.
"You’re worthless, aren’t you? Because I’m the better professional aren't I?” You moan out again in submission to her, her dominant self returns to berate you. “That’s what I thought! You’re nothing but a lowly little amateur! You know that? Hmmm? You’re not even worthy to have my pussy! I just let you feel it!” She thrusts herself onto you with extra force this time. Rocking and thrusting her hips hard and fast “It’s a pussy most stallions would break their backs for. You're all mine...I…I… oh!” Her body seizes up suddenly as she closes her eyes. “Oh my… oh my, oh my, oh my, oh, ohhh!” Her body shudders as you feel her inner walls clench and clamp around your member hard, as she releases a shower of slippery wetness over your privates. She lets out a high-pitched squeal as she releases all over you, and then begins to let herself relax. Her mare hood quivers and then squirts another warm stream of mare cum onto your thighs. She rolls her eyes into the back of her head and they glaze over in bliss and delight as she orgasms hard. Soon a dazed smile creeps over her face. “Oooh… mhhhmm that was nice.” She suddenly falls forward onto you, and cuddles into your chest rather sweetly. “I love you...Mr. Anon” She admits, then coos, shutting her eyes and breathing softly onto your bare chest.
You lay motionless on her desk, wide-eyed as you take in everything that just happened. You’re still not really sure how long she’s been going at you like this; minutes, hours, days? Who knows? All that aggression and hostility: gone, her bitternes? Only a loving caress of two lovers remains in its wake. Now there was only this sweet, buttery yellow maned and brow sugar coated pony, barely awake in your arms with a loving smile on her face.
"So...same time next week?" She asks as she quickly changes into her purple jacket and bell bottomed slack, she leaves her latex thigh highs on giving you a sneaky wink as she doesn't put any panties on. Instead reaching into her drawer and handing you a lacy thong with hardly any backside to the light purple frilly fabric. "Consider it...a bonus." You whiff them slightly, they still have the dried arousal on them. Their promise of more to come makes you nod and get dressed. When you sitting at your desk later, the fan blowing on you as the summer heat fades with the setting sun...you enjoy the way Ms. Harshwhinny's panties feel on you. They contour and snugly cradle your privates and the lacy thong in your crack feels like you could orgasm if you only move your hips in just the right way, even if it does mean you'll be punished next week for soiling the mistress undergarments with your spunk.
