Manehattan, the city of opportunity and prosperity for the people that are daring enough to reach for it, hosting the 5th Anniversary of the Equestrian National Athletic Competition at Colts Stadium. Streets were practically mummified with ads and banners supporting candidates, superstars, and returning underdogs. Ponies walked past each other briskly, passing by an emerging subway station entrance in the sidewalk. The evening settled on the horizons of the buildings as ponies scoured the Manehattan streets in front of the station, cabs and cars passing by.

A sharp whistle blasted over the urban buzz, catching Ms. Harshwhinny’s attention. A sign with her name printed boldly on a sheet of paper the size of the Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Madness (or ‘MMMM’ for short) peered over the light crowd. She made her way towards her flagger.

A young Chauffeur handsomely dressed in a navy blue chauffeur’s uniform held the sign over his head, oddly skewing his cap. The short jet black bangs underneath the brim of the cap let loose a few strands as he let the sign down and bowed lightly to Ms. Harshwhinny. “Good evening, miss. How has your train ride to Manehatten been?” he asked. His hand made a sweeping motion towards Ms. Harshwhinny as she approached the cab, a glint of a gold watch on his right hand’s wrist.

“Oh, I could have done without a few…..slips in handling delicate materials… but an exhausting trip, nonetheless.” She said aside. Ms. Harshwhinny reluctantly handed the chauffeur her gift basket and tugged her luggage up to the trunk of the cab. The young chauffeur swiftly packed away her things into the trunk without missing a step before opening the passenger door for Ms. Harshwhinny.

“Thank you, my dear gentlestallion….” She said primly, stepping into the cab.

“No problem, Ms. Harshwhinny.”

The chauffeur shut the door and quickly stepped over to the driver’s side, got into the cab and drove down the street.

Ms. Harshwhinny leaned against the car door and watched the buildings roll by, resting her head on the palm of her hand. She stared out the window with a bored expression as the cab took a left turn. The driver pursed his lips and scrunched his face, searching for words to engage conversation with. As he stopped at another stoplight, he caught a glance at Ms. Harshwhinny’s crossed legs, now supporting a deep purple dress pants and matching heels. He cleared his throat timidly.

“So, uh, ma’am……… how’d you get into the top hotels of Manehattan? It’s not usual that I get calls from Filthy Rich Industries for Trottingham Tower…”

Ms. Harshwhinny let out a short sigh. “A good friend on the judging panel made the arrangements for my stay here in Manehattan. She was…….errr….. enthusiastic about me judging the preliminary rounds of competition…” She smirked and shook her head. “Come to think about it, she’s always been a bit ’over the top’ when it came to me after the Crystal Empire Games.”

The driver looked unsure of himself as he drove past McMillan’s Burgers and Grill. He frowned a bit before shrugging. “I guess she’s pretty close to want to set all of this up for you. Must have been quite a fortune of bits, or good favors called in.”

Ms. Harshwhinny glanced down one of the passing blocks, the setting sun burning on the horizon. The sky was blurred with bright orange, slowly shifting into the night. She leaned against the car window, a somber expression on her face.

“I suppose you’re right…..”

After a couple of blocks down the road, the chauffeur pulled into the semi-circle drop off lane in front of the exceeding tall Trottingham Tower. It rose far above the rooftops of its neighboring buildings, about 12 stories high, its brand name marked with a “TT” insignia. The car pulled up to the entrance, two attendants in green uniforms trimmed in gold moved from their positions in front of the main entrance towards the car. One of the attendants opened Ms. Harshwhinny’s passenger door, gesturing for her departure from the vehicle with a sweep of a hand. She stepped out onto the green carpet extended before her into the hotel, the second attendant fetching her luggage from the trunk. Ms. Harshwhinny walked ahead of the attendants, straightening out her purple dress suit. She took a few more steps towards the immaculate building before freezing, mid-stride.

“Oh! There’s a gift basket in the-“

As she turned around, both attendants were behind her, one already carrying her gift basket in his arms, the other tugging her luggage with both hands. The stallion carrying the luggage grimaced a small smile. “We got it taken care of, ma’am.”

Ms. Harshwhinny cleared her throat, turning her head aside. “Right, sorry…. Shall we head inside now?”

Both attendants nodded in agreement and followed her lead into the hotel lobby. The doors slid open as the small entourage entered the softly lit lobby. The lobby’s golden lighting from the overhanging chandeliers warmly greeted her, a faint orchestral concerto playing ambience from ceiling speakers. Ms. Harshwhinny walked up to the receptionist’s desk over on the left side of the lobby, a single mare sat behind the counter welcomed her cheerfully.

“Welcome to Trottingham Tower, sponsored by Filthy Rich Industries! How may I assist you this evening?”

Ms. Harshwhinny looked at the young mare with a small smirk, rather amused by her pleasantries. “Ah yes, I’m here to check into my room. I believe somepony has handled it for me prior to my arrival…”

The receptionist looked down at a ledger of scrawled names, running her finger along a column labeled ‘Pre-Rented Attendants’. “Hmmmm, it seems like there were a few ponies that had rented rooms here in the executive suites…… May I have your name, please?” she looked at Ms. Harshwhinny with an innocent look of curiosity on her face.

“Ahem… Ms. Mariwell Harshwhinny….” She answered, rubbing her left shoulder.

The young mare traced her finger down the page again, scrunching her face intently as her eyes darted across the paper.

“Harshwhinny……Harshwhin-ny……..Oh! There you are!” she squeaked brightly. “A ‘Ms. Carroll Peachbottom’ did previously have a private room set up with you in the penthouse for the week. I’ll have your key ready in a moment.”

She nodded and slid off the embroidered satin green seat, walking towards a locked glass cabinet encased by a wooden one. The young attendant pulled out a key attached to a golden necklace from her breast pocket and unlocked the cabinets. She took out a key with a luxurious tag labeled “Suite 1827” off the top row of arranged suite rooms.

“Here you go, Ms. Harshwhinny. The private executive suite with all the bells and whistles. Tomorrow, there's going to be breakfast served for all judges and arriving participants, as well as the registry for all Ponyville, Cloudsdale, and Whinnypeg contestants down at the café, taking the hallway on the other side of this lobby. I hope you find your room pleasant and your stay a relaxing one.” She smiled politely and nodded at Ms. Harshwhinny, passing over the fancy key.

Ms. Harshwhinny took the key and waited for the two stallions carrying her things to lead the way up to the private suite, keeping close in pace. The highly furnished hotel hallway was accented to the point of rivaling royalty: eloquent golden accents on green carpeting that covered the entire center of the hallway, rich caramel tables decorated with marble table tops, polished oak painting frames with separate portraits of either one of Filthy Rich's family members, a powerful aristocrat, or his trademark. Farthest down the hallway, twin golden encrusted elevator doors slid open with graceful ease, almost appearing to beckon the small group into its lustrous space. Ms. Harshwhinny noticed the marquee etched into the frame of the elevators as they approached the open doors:

“If it’s not gold, then it hasn’t been sold” -Filthy Rich

The first stallion hauling the luggage stepped into the elevator, scooting neatly into the left side of the elevator. The second stallion carrying Ms. Harshwhinny's gift basket gestured for her to enter before him, gesturing towards the center. Ms. Harshwhinny simply complied and stepped inside, straightening out her business outfit and adjusting her shoulder bag. A quick press on the 12th floor button and the doors made a delicate chime, sliding shut. The elevator ride up was accompanied by soothing classical music, notably performed by Octavia and the Canterlot Philharmonic Orchestra.

'Top floor, executive suites' said the small speaker in the elevator ceiling, announcing their arrival. The golden gate doors opened once more, revealing a golden hallway truncated with emerald doors and an entire glass wall at the end of the hallway that gave a spectacular view of Manehattan harbor and the inner city glowing under the radiant evening sunlight. Ms. Harshwhinny barely hid the amazement on her face. “Oh… my.. This is lavish….” She whimpered in awe.

“Right this way, ma’am. Your suite should be the third door on the right.” The second stallion said, gesturing for her leave. They left the elevator and made their way to Ms. Harshwhinny's suite, each door counting up to Suite 1827. The emerald door had a small silver plaque engraved with the room number and “Executive" right underneath it. Ms. Harshwhinny unlocked the door with the suite key and stepped inside, her hotel entourage following closely behind.

The hotel room appeared as though it could be a luxurious apartment space: a short hallway that led into the open living room area, furnished comfortably with soft couches, glass tables, and a bar counter that separated the kitchen from the rest of the room at the right. Much of everything in Ms. Harshwhinny's suite was frost white accented with space gray, the carpeting being pleasantly white and furniture matching with gray. The back glass wall presented the room with a lovely view of the evening scenery of Manehattan. Off to the left of the suite was the door that led to her bedroom. Ms. Harshwhinny stepped into the living area and stood in the center, turning about herself to take in the space.

“My, these are lovely accommodations fit for a family to leave for a vacation…” she mused, eyeing the stallions carrying her luggage and gift basket into her room. The gift basket stallion faced Ms. Harshwhinny, loosened up and smiled. “That is, if this suite wasn’t tailored for couples wanting to get away from the family and kids in the first place. There's a princess-sized bed in your room, if you'd like to take a peek.” He offered Ms. Harshwhinny passage into the bedroom, stepping aside.

The bedroom followed the same design as the rest of the suite, only inverted: the carpet was light gray, the sheets of the princess-sized bed a darker shade of silver. The modern themed bedroom had an almost spectral atmosphere about it, a crescent moon insignia with a star spotted backing engraved into the headboard of the bed. Ms. Harshwhinny studied the headboard, feeling faintly awestruck by that particular detail.

“Alright ma’am, your things are in your room. If you need anything else, just call in for room service and we’ll be there to assist you.” The first stallion said, nodding politely and tipping his hat, both stallions swiftly making their way out of the room. Ms. Harshwhinny took a moment to walk around the suite, enjoying the space given to her by Peachbottom, briefly standing by the large windows to watch the setting of Celestia's sun disappearing behind the urban horizons.

Ms. Harshwhinny let out a short sigh, stepping away from the window and left for the bedroom. She unpacked her luggage bag onto the bedside, setting out her clothes for tomorrow on the long vanity mirror. With the bag wide open on the foot of the bed, Ms. Harshwhinny fished out a plastic bag containing most of her bathroom supplies, pulling out deep purple silk sleeping clothes and a decently laced pair of black lingerie panties, setting them on top of the bedsheets. Then, she got undressed: unbuttoning her deep purple dress jacket and taking off her collared dress shirt, draping them across the open luggage bag, leaving her covered up with only her lacy underwear.

The bathroom light sparked to life, a short marble countertop faced the entrance of the bathroom, topped with frost white towels and scented toiletries. Ms. Harshwhinny drew back the shower curtain and placed her own showering supplies on the upper showering shelf, keeping her clean change of underwear on the sink counter. She turned the water dial up, adjusting the water for a steamy shower, taking off her bra and panties as the round showerhead sprayed the shower walls with a continuous deluge of hot water. Harshwhinny paused a moment to stretch out her arms and yawn, pulling each arm up by the upper arm with her hand behind her head, then lightly stepped into the shower.

The steam poured over the shower curtain, collectively rolling across the cloud themed ceiling. Hot water continually cascaded down Ms. Harshwhinny's supple body, weaving and slipping along each and every bump, curve, and surface within reach. She ran her hands down her sides, relaxing under her familiar touch as she washed herself, rubbing away the suds from her torso and hips.

She turned around to let the downpour of steamy water splash over her shoulders, leaning back and drenching her hair. With closed eyes, Ms. Harshwhinny felt the water drumming soothingly on her head and uttered a slight sigh of pleasure, the delicate sensation of relaxation prickling every inch of her body. Through the trickling streams tracing her body, Ms. Harshwhinny lightly followed the paths with her fingertips along her chest. She slyly felt herself up from the nape of her neck down to her breasts, caressing her bosom fondly before cupping them admirably, peeking down at herself.

“Hello there, girls…” she purred with a devious smirk, playfully pinching and tugging at her areola, perking up her nipples. Ms. Harshwhinny chuckled to herself, letting her 'girls' go and shimmying them around, watching them jiggle in the shower for a moment.

“Hey there, Whinny~! How's the water?”, greeted a warm, southern-accented voice. Ms. Harshwhinny choked up, a sharp chill gripping her body, her eyes opening wide with fear. She immediately covered herself up with her arms and hands by reflex in the shower, biting her bottom lip nervously before stammering out a weak “C-Carroll?”

“Oh, sorry sugar, I didn't mean to scare you like that. I forgot that you don't usually to share the bathroom like my brothers and sisters did with me. Always walking in on me while I was in the shower, my bedroom…. Ohhh, the good ol' days...” She sighed blissfully. Ms. Harshwhinny furrowed her eyebrows, trying to process Peachbottom's rather open door policy.

“Oh, and Mari? I absolutely love your waist size! I'm jealous of your underwear selection too!” Peachbottom cooed happily. Ms. Harshwhinny frowned, drawing back the shower curtain far enough to duck her head around and find Peachbottom sitting on the sink counter, a leg folded over the other, Harshwhinny's delicates spinning lightly on her finger.

“Would you be a dear and please put down my panties, Carroll?” Harshwhinny growled, eyeing her black undergarments viciously. Peachbottom merrily shrugged and playfully tossed the frilly thing behind her, the black lingerie landing neatly on the towel stack. She gave Harshwhinny an amused grin, placing her hands on her knees with an innocent look about her expression. “Thank you.”

Ms. Harshwhinny pulled the shower curtains shut and stood under the torrent of water, briefly sighing in frustration. Shortly after, she heard Peachbottom quietly humming a soft show tune to herself. The curtains drew back slowly this time, an oddly curious look on Harshwhinny's face. “Wait…how did you get into the bathroom, let alone my room?”

Peachbottom chuckled with delight, acting as though she was complimented. “Oh, I'm glad you noticed! Isn’t it obvious, 'Whinny? We're roommates! I booked this suite for the both of us all week!!” She kicked her legs out and clapped with glee. Harshwhinny, however, did not share the same sentiment. “Now we can go out and have fun in Manehattan together!”

A moment of silence fell between the mares, save for the still running shower, Ms. Harshwhinny looking at Peachbottom with a quizzical expression of confusion and sarcasm. “You don't say…. And you didn’t offer me any time to consider this before, or at least tell me you were rooming with me?” she asked, slightly annoyed. Peachbottom nodded eagerly. “I didn’t want to ruin the surprise for you! And besides, did you really think you're going to be alone in a grand suite like this for a whole week?”

Ms. Harshwhinny clutched the edges of the curtain, clearly upset at the sudden addition of her accompanying partner and being practically cheated out of a luxury suite all to herself. She mulled over the idea of being alone, however, and sighed in defeat, offering Peachbottom a sincere look of gratitude. “Noo, I guess I don’t…and I suppose having you with me for the week wouldn’t be so bad.” She ran a hand through her dripping wet hair, grinning. “Actually, I should be thankful for you setting this up for us…”

The cheery southern belle suddenly slid off the counter and threw her arms wide, absolutely bubbling with joy as she wrapped her arms around the curtains and Ms. Harshwhinny's still wet, naked body and hugged her tightly, squealing happily. “I knew you'd come around, 'Whinny!!”

Ms. Harshwhinny hysterically shrieked in surprise, throwing her arms around Peachbottom's waist to save herself from nearly losing her footing inside the running shower, water splashing over their awkward embrace. “Carroll, please! I'm still showering!” she squeaked with a laugh. Peachbottom squeezed her one more time before stepping back, most of her pink blouse darkened from the wet hug, blushing. “Oh, I couldn't help myself. Sorry about that, hun. Still excited and all.”

“I'm sure you are, Carroll.”

Harshwhinny returned a soft smile before returning to her shower, picking out her shampoo bottle and popping open the tab. She barely heard Peachbottom make a soft sound barely over the cascade of water, slowing her cleansing curiously. “Anyways… did you hear anything about the ponies arriving here for registration?”

A short pause. “Other than the train with Ponyville contestants are coming later tonight and registration is tomorrow morning with them in the cafeteria during breakfast, I don’t think there’s anything more until then…” she murmured softly. “Far as I could tell, we have a lot of time in between all of our official stuff this week.”

Ms. Harshwhinny rolled her eyes at the wall, scrubbing her hair now entirely packed with suds. “As expected….we find everything out right when the contestants roll in. Which reminds me…..didn’t you have some things panned out for us to do while we’re in Manehattan?”

Another short pause. “Oh, I did, didn’t I? Nngh…I don’t think it'll be too much trouble to fit into at one time, right 'Whinny?”

She leaned back and flushed the soapy suds from her head, running her fingers through her hair, straining it free of tangles. “Hopefully it’s no trouble at all, if you can get it all in before we have to attend any meetings or judge the events. I wouldn’t want to ruin the time together rushing back and forth too much or being interrupted.”

“Ooo, you know it, sugar~ I’ve been planning to spend more time with you, since we don't…you know, get to meet that often. From what I can tell, it'll fit in just right~” Peachbottom said with a rather peculiar, sensual voice. Ms. Harshwhinny raised an eyebrow, then turned around to shut off the water. She pulled the curtain back a bit to poke her head out again, only to find Peachbottom studying herself in the mirror with no pants, modeling with Harshwhinny's black lingerie on her rump. She turned to Ms. Harshwhinny and smirked, smacking her bare bottom playfully.

“Don't you think so too?” she purred, winking with a smug look on her face before she turned her round hips towards Ms. Harshwhinny.

“I…uhh…” Harshwhinny sputtered, flustered at the sight of Peachbottom's plump rump with her lingerie neatly lying over it. She scrunched her face up and shut her eyes, taking a short moment to shake the sight out of her mind. “Carroll, quit toying with my delicates and hand me a towel! And my underwear too!” she yelled, eyes deliberately looking aside, her face faintly pink.

Peachbottom bit her lip in a devious grin. “Mmhmm… okay then!” She swiped the naughty nightwear from her rear with a finger and placed it on the folded towels, taking the top one off the stack and presenting it back to Ms. Harshwhinny.

“I swear to the princesses, Carroll, you play games with me too much…” Harshwhinny growled, grabbing the towel and her underwear. She unfolded the towel and dried her body off inside the shower before wrapping it across her chest, tucking the edges into her cleavage. She carefully knelt down to step into her panties, quickly pulling them up into place, then left the shower. Peachbottom had stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the closer end of the bed, facing Ms. Harshwhinny as she walked in wrapping her hair with another towel. A few extra pink luggage bags were lined up against the bed where Peachbottom was seated, a gift basket resting in her lap.

“It's getting rather late into the night and we have registration to deal with tomorrow morning, as well as Rainbow Dash when she arrives for orientation.” Ms. Harshwhinny said plainly, picking up her own opened luggage bag from the bed top and zipping it shut. “I don’t mind sharing the bed with you, just….just don’t disturb me while I sleep, okay?”

Peachbottom looked slightly confused, but nodded nonetheless. “I won’t bother you too much, alright? You don't mind if I turn on the TV though? I'll keep it low so it won't mess with your sleep" she offered.
Ms. Harshwhinny pursed her lips into a thin line, thinking for a moment before smiling. “Fine, but I don’t want to see any late night soap operas, I simply cannot stand those shows.” She pointed an accusing finger at Peachbottom. “And I better not catch you watching that children's cartoon I keep hearing of all over the news. Young stallions and adults alike falling into that show…really?”

Peachbottom blew a raspberry at Ms. Harshwhinny and smirked. “Oh no, I don’t watch those kinds of cartoons at all! And besides, the ones I like watching are filled with action and adventure! Especially this hilarious one about a bald hero that's so strong, he could defeat any enemy in a single punch!”

Ms. Harshwhinny scoffed at the idea of a being so overwhelmingly powerful, they were capable of destroying all foes in one punch. Man, what would be the point of the show? I wonder if Rainbow likes to watches shows like that…I ought to ask her sometime afterwards... Ms. Harshwhinny thought to herself, buttoning up her night shirt over the wrapped towel before pulling the towel out from underneath, her sleeping pants already on. Peachbottom caught the skepticism in her eyes, however.

“There’s more to it than just being powerful!” she protested preemptively.

After a short while of clearing the bed and unpacking a few extra belongings, Peachbottom started divulging the premise of 'One Punch Stallion' while she slipped into her sleeping clothes: light green boy shorts and a pink t-shirt with heart patterns all over it, her now spring-green hair done up in a pony tail. Ms. Harshwhinny found it rather amusing to hear her talk about it and even agreed to stay up a little longer to watch a few shows with Peachbottom. The cabinet that was directly across from the bed was opened up, revealing a decently large crystal-enhanced television screen.

“Dibs on the remote!” Peachbottom squealed happily, snatching the remote from off the cabinet and turned the TV on. Ms. Harshwhinny, who was already sitting up on the right side of the bed with the sheets drawn up to her waist, laughed lightly as Peachbottom hopped into bed with her.

The night rolled over sooner than expected as the two went on to watching a couple of shows that were broadcasting late:

One cartoon show about a mad scientist stallion and his meek grandson jumping into portals across dimensions and into space…

Another show about four colts living in the northern mountain region of Equestria, constantly experiencing the more controversial topics of Equestria...

“One question, Peachbottom: why does the dog understand the baby colt, but not the rest of his family?” Ms. Harshwhinny asked halfway through the third show, absolutely stumped. Peachbottom merely shrugged. “I dunno, inside joke from the creator?”

It wasn't long after that Ms. Harshwhinny started yawning, feeling the need for sleep settling on her body. She checked the clock on the night stand next to her side of the bed. 11:47 p.m.

“Alright …. I'm calling it quits for now, Carroll. I'll see you tomorrow morning.” Peachbottom turned to her and gave her a warm smile. “Okay sweetie, get some rest now.” She said sweetly, then softly blew Harshwhinny a kiss goodnight, earning a decent blush and weary grin from her.

Harshwhinny pulled the sheets up to her shoulder, lying down on her side facing away from Peachbottom, lethargy kicking in as she gazed out the window. The waxing crescent moon was rising gracefully over the spotted city lights and shining its radiant light into the bedroom. The quiet background noise of the TV slowly became muffled in Harshwhinny's ears, her eyes slipping in focus and finally succumbing to slumber…

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Weightlessness… the sensation of warmth blanketing her being, curiously swirling about her faintly but with welcome interest. Harshwhinny couldn’t quite figure out what this was, but she didn’t stress against this pleasant aura surrounding her. The world was dark to her, however, completely unaware of what could be in front of her closed eyes.

She felt as though she was floating in a pool, gentle currents wafting her around with delicate movements, sluggishly nudging her along whatever path it so chooses to take her.

Harshwhinny started feeling her heart thumping a bit harder in her chest, the warmth radiating around her as she fought to open her eyes. An ethereal whisper reached her ears, but incomprehensible.

She struggled again to open her eyes, hoping to wake up from this dreamless state. Her heart rate rising in pace, pounding harder in her chest. Harshwhinny felt conflicting emotions building up inside her: the panic of being unable to visualize what’s just beyond her sight, but the pleasure of everything in and around her slowly growing comfortably warmer.

The whisper reached her ears again, this time with a bit more clarity:

“………relax…..and breathe…” it calmly assured.

Harshwhinny yielded to voice and stopped forcing herself to wake up, but hesitated to breathe in. Her eyes clenched tighter, her mind rapidly trying to get a grip of herself while she continued to float within the dark void.

“Trust me……you will not drown….you are safe…” it said. “Actually, there isn’t any water for you to drown in…”

A spectral presence coolly rested upon Harshwhinny's back, squarely between her shoulder blades, setting her at ease. She gulped and drew in a careful, slow breath, a refreshing surge of air washing over her.

“Good. Now, let's help you reach lucidity so you may see what you're dreaming of, shall we Mariwell? I wish to speak with you." it said once more. Harshwhinny paused momentarily before nodding her head.

Something gently laid its hand on her forehead, an entire wave of sensations rushing to her mind all at once the moment she opened her eyes…

She was in space! The whole planet of Equus was directly below her, sparkling blue and vibrant greens across its surface, white clouds smeared and swirled about the atmosphere. The night sky she was floating around in stretched indefinitely, speckled with beautiful stars shining brightly. Her body flushed earnestly with wonder, the warming sensation evolving into rolling waves of delightful tingles along her skin.

“Oh… my….goodness….” Harshwhinny finally managed to utter, awestruck at the beauty before her.

“A spectacular view, wouldn't you agree?” a regally feminine voice said off to Harshwhinny's left, causing her to turn towards the source.

A taller mare was standing at her side, her long midnight blue hair fluttering behind her in an ethereal breeze, sparkling like the night sky it resembled. Her royal blue wings were spread out majestically, a dark crown with a platinum crescent moon engraving perched neatly behind her elegant horn. She wore an awesome royal dress of black silk, the edges of its skirt detailed with silver vines, flowing in the same non-existent winds. She held her hands behind her back as she gazed down at Equus with a motherly look on her expression.

“Princess Luna…” Ms. Harshwhinny said, starstruck.

The Princess of the Night slowly nodded in recognition, turning her head to face the free-floating dreamer, a soft smile on her lips. “Greetings to you, Miss Mariwell Harshwhinny. I shall take your silence as a sign of gratitude. But, be not timid in my presence, I won't scorn you for… being casual and short with me.” Harshwhinny bit her lip, quickly taking in the sight of Equus below and the stars surrounding the planet before turning back to Luna, curiosity burning in her eyes. “Princess Luna, I… what is all of this? I've surely never dreamt of anything like this before…”

“And surely you haven't indeed. Tonight, I brought you into this realm of the Night in order to speak with you. All that you see here is of my doing.” Princess Luna gestured across Equus and the stars with a graceful wave of her hand. Harshwhinny looked worried, her cheeks faintly tinged pink. “Forgive me for asking, Princess, but why me?”

Luna chuckled deeply, raising an eyebrow at Harshwhinny. “Why yes, the question of the day: Why, out of all that are also dreaming, did I select you to talk to individually? First, I must ask you this: What you think of your companion, Carroll Peachbottom? She appears to have an infatuation with you.”

Harshwhinny blew a tuft of her hair and rolled her eyes, looking aside with a cheeky smile. She shook her head. “She can be a bit childish for my taste…but I wouldn't count her out as a good friend…”

“I see. But, is it not her childish tendencies that ties your relationship together? She certainly means well to you, after all.” Luna said calmly, breaking into a smile. “Well enough to consider being… intimate with her, no?”

Ms. Harshwhinny's eyes widened in shock, her entire face burning brightly with blush, the warming aura radiating from her turning into faint arousal running through her body. “Wha-noo! I would never think of doing such a thing, Princess Luna!”

The Princess of the Night started giggling lightly, covering her mouth. “Mariwell, you are truly an intriguing mare.” Harshwhinny only blushed harder, biting her lip in embarrassment. “Honestly, you insult me Princess!” she huffed.

Luna wrapped her arms around her own torso, sighing fondly as she turned to completely face Ms. Harshwhinny. “Do you remember the first dream you had tonight, Mariwell?”

The question seemed to throw Ms. Harshwhinny off, a large blank coming to mind, strangely feeling evermore aroused. Strangely enough, the thought of having a dream before the one she’s in now partly puzzled Ms. Harshwhinnny. “No…..I don't remember having one at all….” she confessed, turning about herself in space, looking at the stars twinkling in the distant. “I just….fell asleep and… felt like I was about to wake up again.”

Luna nodded once. “Indeed, you were struggling to wake up, but for entirely different reasons, reasons which led to me bringing you here. Before I explain that, would you care to revisit your previous dream? A dream within a dream, if you will, but I shall only let you view it from here.”

Ms. Harshwhinny hesitated again, averting her eyes from Luna's, glancing neck at the slowly revolving enigma of Equus. The knowledge of being able to see the dream she can't remember compelled her.

“I'll… I'd like to see it… please…”

Princess Luna raised an eyebrow, casting a low and seductive glare at Ms. Harshwhinny as her horn began to illuminate, pulsing magic from its base. “As you desire, Mariwell…” Particles of magic began to coalesce into a single point of singularity at the tip of Luna's horn, glowing briefly before bursting into a flash of light, nearly blinding Ms. Harshwhinny. She shrouded the space with light, shifting the scenery to a dimly lit office space that looked like it had a whirlwind blast through it.

Ms. Harshwhinny reflexively blinked her eyes from the sudden burst of light into darkness, squinting at the unlit area she now stood in.

“It’s… it’s my office at the bureau. Why would I dream it in such a terrible state?” she questioned, turning towards Luna, who was standing off in front of an office door, biting her index finger tentatively and blushing madly while peeking into the dark room. Ms. Harshwhinny carefully walked up to her, faintly hearing muffled groans as she got closer, each step building up arousal within her loins. She also noticed the condensed glass pane on the door Luna was peeking into had 'Ms. Mariwell Harshwhinny, Chief Executive Manager' etched into the glass, her own private space.

She pulled open her office door, the door silently cracking open into the devastated private office.

“Oh-" was all she managed to choke out as Ms. Harshwhinny collapsed to her knees at the sight inside, in-between her legs overcome with a sudden jolt of flowing sensations. She immediately placed a hand to her groin and shuddered at its sensitivity and thorough wetness, practically dripping through her clothes. She definitely felt a probing presence actively stimulating her nethers as she took in the scene.

Papers were strewn about the floor, cabinets were knocked over with files splayed wildly all over, frames and diplomas askew or knocked off the wall entirely. But, right in the center of all the destruction, directly on top of the cleared work desk, was Ms. Harshwhinny herself: sweating, panting, and aggressively grinding her pussy against Carroll Peachbottom's.

The dream version of Harshwhinny only had an open white dress shirt on, her hair hanging low over her eyes as she huffed away passionately, one of Peachbottom's legs lifted over her left shoulder. She held onto that leg with an arm as she was kneeling over Peachbottom's waist, her other hand firmly groping Carroll's breast while she continued to thrust her waist like a stallion, clear wet sounds of saturated sex filling the air. Peachbottom was completely laid out, her arms laying limply above her head as she yelped sexually, excitedly begging Ms. Harshwhinny for more.

“By our sister’s name, such hidden desire and passion… what technique… to think you've dreamt of this amazes us, Ms. Harshwhinny.” Luna breathed longingly, eyeing the dream pair loudly loving each other, the real Ms. Harshwhinny wide eyed and red in the face. She let loose a deep, guttural moan matching her fantasy mare's moan of sheer pleasure before sharply covering her mouth in shock.

“There’s no way…I thought about this… dreamt of this…” Harshwhinny squeaked, her voice hitching up an octave. “I….Oh Luna…” she doubled over, gripping her knees to catch herself.

“You deny that this erotic display and prowess is not of your own making? Goodness, we would surely forfeit our ranking for many nights just to experience this….desire.” Luna whispered timidly with envy.

Ms. Harshwhinny's chest started heaving more and more with each pant, the surmounting desire for release ached in her loins, her body shaking lightly.

“Wha-what's h-happening… to me?” she whimpered, breaking sight away from the desk to look at Luna.

“We think it's time… to show you what's happening to you….”

The office scene dissolved away from around them, resigning to forming the suite bedroom. Ms. Harshwhinny was kneeling right before her real life body's face when the projection fully settled, watching herself sleeping in the bed with Peachbottom spooning her closely from behind. Ms. Harshwhinny watched as her own face panted with desire at the same time as she did presently in the dream, both showing signs of stimulation.

“Princess Luna, did you… just want to show me… fingering myself in my sleep?” she asked, confused. Luna cleared her throat and stood by both Harshwhinnys, laying a gentle hand on the sheets. Ms. Harshwhinny gasped as Luna's magic caused the sheets to become transparent.

She had been half right: Luna wanted to show Ms. Harshwhinny being fingered by Peachbottom in their sleep.

“Showing you this was not our original intent, but the circumstances proved noteworthy. We originally wanted to assist you in coming to terms with your suppressed desire for Carroll Peachbottom, but your adamant refusal of acceptance only made things more….difficult. Clearly you both share feelings for each other, but your denial of them was causing you to reject your dreams, taking you into that panicked state in your sleep. This is where we intervened and brought you into our realm in order to resolve this issue” Luna said softly, her great wings collapsing to her back.

Ms. Harshwhinny sat by her bedside, continuing to observe herself reacting positively to Peachbottom's touch, looking down her body to the shifting bulge where the attention was being received. She felt the awaiting pressure of orgasm swirling about in her loins, edging closer to climax. Harshwhinny contemplated asking Luna to wake her up and let her stop Peachbottom’s sexsomnia from invading her any further, but she bit her lip. “I want her….to finish me… please…”

Pursing her lips tight, she willed as much thought into that sensational fire. Luna stayed quiet and kept the sheets transparent for Harshwhinny, admirably watching the sleeping body getting antsy under Harshwhinny's focus.

Harshwhinny felt the orgasm climbing towards the point of no return, her heart pounding away, the familiar buttery cool waves of ecstasy trickling over her flesh, her hands gripping her knees tightly. She licked her lips and gritted her teeth. “Luna, you don't mind if….I…”

She heard Luna giggling under her breath. “If you wish to pleasure yourself, then you are allowed to do so… We've experienced enough of this with other ponies to understand….and occasionally partake…” Harshwhinny perked up and peeked at Princess Luna. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her dress parted over her legs, most of her long slender legs exposed to the open air, her other hand placed up high on her thigh. Luna winked coyly at Ms. Harshwhinny.

“Tis not the first time we've satisfied our desire while watching ponies, either…”

Ms. Harshwhinny lowered her gaze down Luna's legs, basking in her beauty before nodding, training her mind back to getting off. While sitting on her knees, Harshwhinny squirmed and widened her thighs, slipping her hand into her night cloths to meet her groin's sensitive folds. She shuddered at the instant her fingers caressed her labia and, with relative ease, curved inside her.

She let out a low throaty moan, enjoying the feeling of being penetrated twice: the phantom fingering of the real life Peachbottom translating into her dream and herself. She nearly at her limit, sensing the vaginal dam nearly overflowing and about to burst. Harshwhinny even faintly heard Luna purring to herself as she watched Harshwhinny during this magical moment:

Within the dream, Ms. Harshwhinny was masturbating to herself being fingered by Peachbottom with the Princess of the Night actively committing voyeurism with her.

Time felt as though it was flung into a hurricane as they got lost away in pleasuring themselves, listening to each other's illicit sexual arousal. Crashing waves of frequent tingles washed over their bodies, intensifying the unbearable need for release and then…

...it went cold.

Ms. Harshwhinny felt the phantom presence of Peachbottom’s fingers pulling out of her pussy, Peachbottom rising up from bed and yawning with the same hand, fingers glistening in the moonlight.

“No….you've got to be kidding me…” Ms. Harshwhinny whimpered quietly, her heart sinking into the pit of her stomach as she watched Peachbottom scoot off the bed and walk towards the bathroom. She pulled out her hand from her groin and laid both of her hands on her lap, frustrated. “Couldn’t it have waited just a little bit longer?” she growled, disheveled. Luna sighed in disappointment, visibly frustrated as well as she covered up her legs with her dress.

“Such a shame this erotic moment ended in waste. I was really enjoying it…” she muttered. Ms. Harshwhinny merely hung her head and sighed deeply. “I wanted her to finish me… with me….And now I'm stuck with this frustration….”

She looked at Luna with pleading eyes for fulfillment, but Luna shook her head, denying her gratification. “I'm sorry, Mariwell, but I think it'll be best that I leave you alone on this matter.” Luna apologized wisely, standing up from the foot of the bed, her wings sprouting out behind her once more. “But it's not without good reason. I will say that certain things are better left to their own devices in time.”

Ms. Harshwhinny gave Princess Luna a quizzical look. “What do you mean by that, princess?” Luna smiled and wagged her finger. “I wouldn't want to, how the earth ponies would say, 'throw a wrench into the works' too soon. For now, I'll send you off into a more relaxing slumber for tonight.”

Harshwhinny glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 4:07 in the morning. Only a few hours of stable sleep with sexual frustration. “Okay then…I could deal with that later.” Luna tilted her head slightly, thinking for a moment before she closed her eyes, tapping her cheek thoughtfully.

“This is farewell for tonight, Ms. Harshwhinny. Have a good remainder of the night. Go along with her games and visit Coco Pommel in downtown Manehattan first thing after your registration.” Luna said suddenly, her horn illuminating with magic. Ms. Harshwhinny gave her a dumbfounded glare, but nodded anyways.

“Well… hasn't there been enough mischievous deeds done for the week?” Ms. Harshwhinny chuckled, sharing a weak grin with Princess Luna. The Princess of the Night shook her head once more before dispelling the dream, Harshwhinny feeling sleep heavily pressing on her mind, the dream falling into darkness. As she fainted into dreamless sleep, Ms. Harshwhinny caught the last words uttered by Luna.

“Not by a long shot, Mariwell. Not even close…”

Author's Note

Oh man, I was scared about the execution of this chapter, going through 8 whole changes of how it was going to progress. I even did psychological research and dream research to set the stage for upcoming chapters (brush up on them fancy words you see, ponies) But! I have a good feeling about this way. Hope everypony catches the hints. Hint hint.

And yes, everything here is for development of a possible relationship. I don't want mindless clop. Like I said prior, I hope everypony catches the hints.

Side note: Started college again this semester, so I was a bit rushed in making this chapter. Next week Saturday ( August 27th ) is my next goal for Chapter Three. Prepare thy pony parts for plot.