Professionalism, Ms. Dash

by The Dirty Blue Pegasus

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Ms. Harshwhinny, Slice of Life, Anthro, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Rarity, Other
Length: 15971

Being professional takes time, effort, and discipline to master. Being the critical judge that Ms. Harshwhinny is, she upholds that standard highly. But, behind her unforgiving glare beats an ever-desiring need for something more than just skills...

Every two years, Equestria hosts one of the largest national competitions featuring its finest athletes to promote excellence and harmony among the cities, as well as good-natured competition before sending them off to the International Leagues against other nations.

Ms. Harshwhinny, a ferociously strict judge, takes on the mantle of joining the preliminary judges' panel this year to keep an eye out for an equally determined yet undisciplined competitor, Rainbow Dash. Being so used to her authoritative positions, Ms. Harshwhinny seemed to have grown a desire for control and restraint, especially towards the rowdy Pegasus. But, perhaps her affinity to keep Rainbow under wraps is but an clever way to guise the attraction she secretly yearns for?

Also, a seemingly not-so-secret admirer ignites a devious ploy for a chance at intimacy with Harshwhinny during the time. Perhaps there's more than just one pony trying to tug at Harshwhinny's strings...

Published 2016-08-13 20:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-19 08:16:48 UTC

Chapter One - Flashes in the Pan

At the end of the day, the Judges’ Council meeting in Ponyville Town Hall finally came to a close after a long discussion. Ms. Harshwhinny sighed in relief as she sulked away from Town Hall, exhausted from the long info briefings on regulations and registry, assignments and the numerous guidelines in which she must follow when dealing with the athletes. Also, she had to deal with answering all the nagging questions and enduring consistent outbursts from Rainbow Dash throughout the meeting about things she didn't understand AND how “awesome” this 5th Biannual E.N.A.C (Equestrian National Athletic Competition) is going to be in Manehattan this year. But, of course, with the regulations against her Element of Harmony and checks for anything "totally not cool" that might prove unfairly advantageous, the meeting went on longer than expected to accommodate Rainbow's attendance and explain her portion of the process.

Decidely, Rainbow Dash wanted to prove that she was the best Pegasus in not only all of Equestria, but in all of Equus against every other nation afterwards. So, with much enthusiasm, she joined in the meeting for all interested ponies in participating in the qualifying rounds for Ponyville. Ms. Harshwhinny heavily stressed that...

"If, and I do mean if you qualify in the Nationals, you'll be held responsible for representing not only the Pegasi, but all of Equestria as well! I'll be keeping a close eye on you throughout these trials, Ms. Dash. Do NOT make a mockery of our nation!" Ms. Harshwhinny grieved at the thought of Rainbow Dash representing Equestria.

She straightened out her hair, running a few fingers across the bangs from her face, catching a glance at her golden wristwatch.

“Hmmph, late again….. Darn that Rainbow Dash. Somepony ought to teach her a bit of punctuality soon if she’s going to make it in Equestria.”

Ms. Harshwhinny pouted again, looking down at her watch. 7:32 p.m., it read, the setting of the evening sun radiantly casting its horizon twilight aura across Ponyville. “Hopefully Carousel Boutique is still open at this time…”

About 15 minutes later, Ms. Harshwhinny strode up to the front door of Carousel Boutique, the windows brightly lit from within. An elegantly crafted sign hung from the door, “Come Inside” etched onto it. Evidentially, Rarity still kept her business running later in the evening. As the sun disappeared behind the horizon, Ms. Harshwhinny opened the door and stepped inside.

The main lobby was abandoned. The chimes of the bell echoed sharply throughout the quiet lobby as Ms. Harshwhinny opened the door, Rarity nowhere to be found. She cleared her throat politely. “Ahem, excuse me? Ms. Rarity? Are you still of service this evening?”

A harmonious voice sung to her from the back of the lobby. “Oh! Yes dear, I’ll be with you in a moment! Please, do come in!”

Ms. Harshwhinny closed the door behind her, walking into the lobby and taking a look around the Boutique. A large group of curtains were drawn open, displaying lovely selections and mannequins bearing dresses crafted by the generous seamstress. She prowled the dresses, finding no interest in the extravagant selection before her, finally leaving the displays alone to spot a short curtain closing off a doorway frame towards the back of the store. Curiously, Ms. Harshwhinny poked her head through it. The room was littered with various stray fabrics and patterns, colorful accents, unfinished outfits, and a sketch book laying open on a dresser, laying in the opposite end of the room. She clasped the curtain nervously and cautiously made her way to the open sketch book, turning it over to read the cover.

“Rarity’s Private Collection: Book 4”

That peaked Ms. Harshwhinny’s curiosity even more. “My my, a private collection? And her fourth book?” she whispered to herself, opening up to the first few sketches of the book. “I hope she doesn’t mind if I peek for a little bit…”

The first few pages was scribbled over with notes and basic concepts for delicate designs, a few sketches of arm sleeves for other dresses. She flipped through more of Rarity’s private ideas, pursing her lips with intrigue and growing interest, each sketch and drawing slowly becoming more and more erotic. “Oh……this one looks…”

Ms. Harshwhinny bit her lip, barely stifling a small moan. She traced a finger along the particular page that caught her attention.

The sketch featured a nearly full latex suit with leather strappings along the wearer’s thighs and chest. It exposed much of the wearer’s torso, back, and particularly in-between the groin and legs. The design would hug the body closely, letting every curve, accent, and bump pop out sensually. She bit her finger longingly, a faint stirring of pleasure awakening in her chest as she mentally molested the drawing.

Rarity sang out again. “Darling, where are you? I’m ready to fit you! Hello, anypony still out there?”

Ms. Harshwhinny fumbled the book in her hands for a moment, then caught it upside-down in the air, clutching the book close to her chest, face flushed red of embarrassment. “U-uh…. Yes….. I’m still here….”

She stepped out of Rarity’s workroom, brushing past the curtains and nervously made her way back into the lobby with the raunchy sketchbook still clutched to her chest. Rarity was preoccupied with one of the mannequins, adorning it with accented fabrics and glittering gems. She rested her head in the palm of her clasped hand, tapping her cheek as the pins and fabrics flowed gracefully about her, the light blue aura of her magic illuminating each piece. As Ms. Harshwhinny approached her, Rarity’s horn radiated brightly, sending all the materials away into an open trunk at her feet. Rarity glanced at Ms. Harshwhinny and smiled, her eyes sparking with interest.

“Oh hello there, Ms. Harshwhinny! I wasn’t expecting you to come by for a custom dress! I suppose you're looking to spice up your wardrobe with a little of Rarity's TLC! ” Rarity cheered, her royal blue eyes twinkling brightly. Ms. Harshwhinny merely gave her a nervous smile and shrugged, fingers clasped around the edges of Rarity’s sketchbook. Rarity spotted her book wrapped underneath Ms. Harshwhinny’s crossed arms. Her smiled faded.

“I do believe…….this book belongs to you, Ms. Rarity?” Ms. Harshwhinny offered the book back to Rarity, handing it back with her finger bookmarking the page with the latex suit design. Rarity looked down at her personal sketchbook in Ms. Harshwhinny’s hand, eyeing it curiously through her glasses. “I see you’ve found one of my…… personal idea books.” She purred. “Oh…… and it appears you’ve found something interesting in it, haven’t you, darling?” Rarity noted, arching a pristinely maintained eyebrow luxuriously.

Ms. Harshwhinny stiffened up a bit, caught, attempting to muster up enough courage to mask her embarrassment. “I might have….. stumbled across something…… interesting…” She opened the book to her bookmarked finger, timidly showing Rarity the design. Rarity leaned over and looked at the page, lightly rubbing her chin in concentration. For a few moments, her eyes darted between the pages, reading over the notes before she glared over her glasses at Ms. Harshwhinny.

“Oh, my dear Harshwhinny, you’ve got quite an interesting taste for this kind of fashion wear… I never assumed you'd be that kind of pony....”

Rarity stood up straight and gave her a haughty pout, placing a hand on her hip as she eyed Ms. Harshwhinny’s body. “Hmmmmm, not so much excess on the body, lovely hips….”

Ms. Harshwhinny looked as though she was a breath away from fainting, her face draining of color. She clasped her hands behind her waist with the book in her hands, puffing out her chest pompously, and stood her heels close together. From how quickly she straightened out, she seemed very well practiced in this upright pose. “I feel like I’m being judged right now…” she muttered through her pressed lips.

Rarity stick her lower lip out, a slightly annoyed look fell about her complexion. She walked around Ms. Harshwhinny, Rarity's hips swinging about as her black high heeled shoes clicked with each step. She stood close up behind her, horn sparking to life. “Oh, this simply won’t do. A women’s posture shouldn’t be so….. taut and uptight, if I do say so myself...” Rarity levitated the book from Ms. Harshwhinny’s hands, tapping them along with Ms. Harshwhinny’s behind with a ruler she pulled away from her work desk.

"Mmm, what a lovely rear...." Rarity’s voice softly came with the silky flow of intimacy, teasing goosebumps along Harshwhinny’s neck and shoulders as she stroked the ruler down the inside of Ms. Harshwhinny’s right leg. “Now, if you want me to make this outfit for you, I must ask a simple question of you…” she purred behind Ms. Harshwhinny’s ear, leaning against her back with her generously large breasts. The rest of Rarity’s divine figure brushed up against Ms. Harshwhinny’s backside, her clasped hands pressing into Rarity’s inner thighs. Ms. Harshwhinny’s face slowly burned hot as she gestured a swallow. “O-oh? And what m-might that be, Ms. Rarity?”

Rarity worked her well-manicured hands around Ms. Harshwhinny’s waist, a tape measure weaving into her fingers. She leaned forward, bending Ms. Harshwhinny over with her breasts while she pulled the tape measure around Ms. Harshwhinny’s stomach. Rarity then leaned back and pulled the tape measure all the way around, levitated a single strand of lace from her work desk and bound Ms. Harshwhinny’s hands together, her behind still firmly pressed against Rarity’s curvy waist. Ms. Harshwhinny flushed with embarrassment and a twinge of arousal, turning back slightly to catch Rarity eyeing her desirably, the tip of her tongue gently licking her lips, eyes glowering with lust. A pang of shock stung Ms. Harshwhinny, her heart started racing in her chest.

She purred with a voice brimming with sweetness. “Do you understand the Art of the Dress, darling?”

A surging wave of chills ran down Ms. Harshwhinny’s spine, crawling all over her skin, prompting her to shift her thighs uncomfortably, the subtle desire quietly simmering in her loins. “I…. I…. I don’t believe I’m quite familiar with that, Ms. Rarity.” Rarity worked in a soft, warming smile, softening her gaze and tenderly placing a hand on Ms. Harshwhinny’s left shoulder. “Then allow me to…familiarize you to it.”

“F-familiarize?” Ms. Harshwhinny stammered, her eyes darting between Rarity’s seductive face and the hand that now gently and slowly rubbed her shoulder.

“Yes, dear……” Rarity cooed, carefully slipping her hand along Ms. Harshwhinny’s dress shirt collar and rubbing her neck. "I want you to get a little.....acquainted with it, starting with just a little step...." Her light touch pushed further down into Ms. Harshwhinny’s shirt, moving closer to her breasts. Ms. Harshwhinny stoop up abruptly, stepping away from Rarity’s sensual probing, blushing madly. “I-I really, REALLY think this is something I don’t want to…..do at the….ahem…. moment…” she stammered, feeling rather twitchy under Rarity’s sultry glare. Rarity struck a pose, placing her hand on her stuck-out hip and the other between her supple bosoms with feigned offense. “Well, I suppose…”

She took a careful step towards Ms. Harshwhinny, placing a finger on the front button of her collared shirt and pulled it down ever so slightly, undoing the first button of Harshwhinny's white dress shirt.

“…I could make the outfit just for you, if you ever want to try again…”

Ms. Harshwhinny looked down at herself as Rarity undid the next few buttons of her dress shirt with only a finger, revealing the black lingerie bra cupping her large cleavage. “Ms. Rarity, I….” she weakly protested, her heart leapt in her chest as Rarity pulled off her shirt, the dress shirt fell back on Ms. Harshwhinny's arms and rested on her bound hands behind her back. Rarity walked over to the worktable, leaving Ms. Harshwhinny with only her bra on her upper body. Rarity’s horn illuminated once more with its light blue magic, levitating loads of materials from a nearby linen closet. She gestured for Ms. Harshwhinny to step onto the display pedestal with a single finger. “You’ll have to stand still in order for me to get your measurements, sweetie. Please stand on that pedestal for me.”

Ms. Harshwhinny sighed wearily in resignation and stepped up onto the display pedestal, hands still bound behind her waist with lace, covered with her dress shirt hanging over the lace bonding. Rarity turned around to face her, waving her hand dismissively and gave her a comforting smile. “Come on now, darling, there’s no need to be so uptight. Relax a bit….I want to make you a comfortable fit.”

With a spark of magic and a snap of her fingers for show, the lace untied itself from Ms. Harshwhinny’s hands. The white dress shirt fell to the ground behind Ms. Harshwhinny. “Now, stand up straight and don’t move…” she prompted as she stepped up on the pedestal, taking Ms. Harshwhinny’s right hand and outstretched her arm.

Rarity wrapped her left arm around Ms. Harshwhinny's waist, her hand gliding down and resting just above Harshwhinny's groin. The tape measure magically floated across to Rarity's hands, stretching between them, measuring Ms. Harshwhinny's outstretched arm to her groin. Ms. Harshwhinny bit her lip, squirming a little as Rarity brushed her elegant body against her, pulling Ms. Harshwhinny closer by her waist. "Not too wide on the frame, I could widen the hips a little for comfort..."

She let go of Ms. Harshwhinny, backing away with a step before walking around in front of her, eyeing her chest. Rarity ran her hand along Ms. Harshwhinny’s waist while she pranced around her, turning to face Ms. Harshwhinny, deviously smiling at her. Ms. Harshwhinny shyly looked away, peeking a few glances back at Rarity’s sultry look. Rarity did a little shimmy with her hips and shoulders and pulled Ms. Harshwhinny to her by groping her rear. Their breasts mashed up against each other, their faces within an inch of each other. Ms. Harshwhinny blushed as Rarity batted her eyelashes before her, feeling Rarity’s hand running up her back, the tape measure strung tight across Harshwhinny’s back.

Ms. Harshwhinny winced and bit her lower lip as Rarity slowly nuzzled her nose with her own. “Mmmm…… a solid 30D….” Rarity spoke with a lover’s whisper, her lips barely brushing Ms. Harshwhinny’s. Ms. Harshwhinny stood there, body radiantly shedding heat, thoroughly aroused yet embarrassed by Rarity’s expertly placed, not-so-occasional gropes. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, fighting every urge to moan while Rarity stroked her body, lightly tracing it with steady and practiced ease.

A few sensual and enduring moments later, Ms. Harshwhinny was panting wearily and nearly crimson in her face, Rarity fashioning a nearly full-body latex suit on one of the modeling stands. She took a couple of moments to regain her composure before speaking to Rarity. “How long would you say this suit is going to take to be completed, Ms. Rarity? I’m running on a particularly tight schedule…”

Rarity giggled softly, her feminine charm radiating through her laugh. “Particularly tight, you say? Much like a few other things…”

A sinking feeling dropped in Ms. Harshwhinny’s stomach when Rarity played with that line.

“Well, Ms. Harshwhinny, I should be able to get this completed for you by tomorrow evening.”
Ms. Harshwhinny groaned “That’s going to be a problem, considering that I have to depart tonight for Manehattan.”

Rarity arched an eyebrow, looking at Ms. Harshwhinny. “Okay then…. I’ll see which hotel you’re staying at and I could just bring the outfit over to you. We’ll both be little bit more…. Satisfied.” Ms. Harshwhinny blinked. “Satisfied, Ms. Rarity?”

Rarity stuck the tip of her tongue out of the side of her mouth, pointing her ruler down at Ms. Harshwhinny’s chest. She looked down and saw her erect nipples bleeding through her black lingerie brazier. “Oh! Oh my!!” She quickly folded her forearms across her chest, covering up her breasts. Rarity softly shook her head and laughed sweetly. “My, aren’t we budding through the veil? I assure you that this suit won’t expose what you don’t want exposed, once I’m through with it tomorrow. I’ll bring it along for a…. shall we say ‘test run’?”
Ms. Harshwhinny quickly shook her head in bafflement, loose strands of her kept hair falling out of its natural form. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Ms. Rarity, unless…” she drifted off, turning aside and blushing. Rarity picked up on Ms. Harshwhinny’s sudden withdrawal, curiosity etched on her face. “…unless you don’t have any other arrangements for that evening…”

Rarity’s face lightened up a bit. “Trust me, darling. I can close down shop for a few days. It’ll be nice to get out of the Boutique for now. And besides, I might know a certain mare who could….join us for little while” She winked.

Ms. Harshwhinny glanced at Rarity with fearful eyes, confused and half-attempting to cover her erect nipples.
“A-another mare? Who might that be?” she repeated. Rarity stroked one of her elegant purple curls and moaned “Why ruin the surprise? It’ll be a lovely experience for everypony…”

Ms. Harshwhinny grabbed her white dress shirt and put it back on, re-buttoning it up. “Please Ms. Rarity, I must know who you’re talking about. I believe I’m not quite the most favorable of ponies…”
Rarity huffed indignantly at Ms. Harshwhinny. “Nonsense. The pony I have in mind sees you more than just ‘favorable’. More like ‘desirable’, personally….”

Ms. Harshwhinny’s ears twitched. Rarity started pulling out different fabrics and matching them with the modeling stand’s design, facing away from Ms. Harshwhinny and falling naturally into her usual working behavior. “Ohh, I suppose my curiosity has shown forth again…” Ms. Harshwhinny confessed.

Rarity kept working on the latex suit, her magic matching patterns and forming the design as she spared a glance at herself, her supple breasts showing faint signs of arousal through her dress.

“That’s good to hear, but curiosity got Opalescence dyed the color of Rainbow Dash. You’ll simply have to wait until then…” Ms. Harshwhinny opened her mouth to speak when her watch started beeping.
“Well, it appears my time is up here, Ms. Rarity. I must get going and grab something to eat soon. Here’s the address to the hotel I’m staying at in Manehatten. I’ll be in the Executive Suites.” She passed Rarity a small card with her information and nodded. “I’ll see you later, I suppose…”

“The same to you, darling…” Rarity dismissed.

Ms. Harshwhinny started walking out of the lobby, pausing a moment to turn back and look at Rarity. Her eyes fell upon Rarity’s feminine body and wide hips for a little bit, contemplating a few thoughts before leaving Carousel Boutique.

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Ms. Harshwhinny watched the evening crowd conversing among themselves from her empty booth at the local Ponyville diner, legs crossed underneath the table, tabletop littered with empty plates and scraps of food. The train for Manehattan didn’t leave for another hour, so she enjoyed the stop to distract her mind from Rarity’s all too interesting touch. While she picked off the last bits of food on her plate, the waitress walked over with a cheerful smile and a small milkshake on a serving platter in one hand. “Here you go ma’am, one whipped vanilla milkshake, fresh from the back of the ba-“

As she was in motion of setting the serving platter down in front of Ms. Harshwhinny, the platter tipped over. The milkshake slid off the platter and toppled over, spilling the vanilla milkshake all down Ms. Harshwhinny’s front. The cup fell down and hit the edge of the table, splattered Ms. Harshwhinny’s face with the creamy treat, clattering with a sharp shatter of glass. The smashed glass brought the attention of some of the patrons in the diner to the corner booth. The waitress gasped in shock as Ms. Harshwhinny growled in frustration, dripping in milkshake.

“I am sooooooo sorry!!!” she squeaked, pulling out a clean rag from her apron, quickly rubbing the vanilla milkshake off Ms. Harshwhinny’s shirt.

“No! Wai-….. STOP!!!” Ms. Harshwhinny protested, pushing her arms out in front her, defensively trying to block the apologetic waitress’ attempts to clean her chest off. The waitress finally withdrew her moistened rag, still offering her apologies as Ms. Harshwhinny wiped her face. Ms. Harshwhinny noticed that a few other ponies in the diner were gawking at her from behind the waitress. “What are you ponies looking at….?” She demanded as she looked down, her shirt bleeding through once again.

The cold beverage and aggressive rubbing revealed her hardening breasts.

“Oh….oh my… uhh…..” the quirky waitress sputtered, slowly stepping away from Ms. Harshwhinny and clutching her slightly dampened rag against her own chest, utterly mortified. The diner went quiet as more ponies started to turn to see what was happening. Ms. Harshwhinny’s cleavage was clearly defined through her bra, remnants of milkshake cascading down her dress shirt. She stood up, slammed a few bits onto the table, grabbed her shoulder-strap bag and luggage, then ran out the front door.

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The train set for departure to Manehatten whistled loudly, bellowing steam from its smokestack and wheels, hissing in the wake of nightfall. The crowd of other ponies was slowly thinning out as the bells clanging across the lit platform, passengers climbing onto the train. Ms. Harshwhinny strode quickly onto the platform, tugging the wheeled bag of luggage behind her and holding her shoulder strap bag across her wet chest. She strode towards the back of the platform, a conductor flagging her down to him. He greeted her with a welcoming smile and a tip of his hat. “Good evening, Miss. May I see your ticket?”

Ms. Harshwhinny brought the luggage next to her and stood it upright, freeing her hand to search her bag for the ticket. She fished it out and handed it over to the train conductor. “Here’s my ticket, sir. I would like to board the train now, I’d really like to get some rest in my cabin before the train leaves.” Ms. Harshwhinny huffed raggedly.

The conductor read her ticket and nodded. “Why of course, Miss. Your cabin is at the very back, just like you requested. Shall I take your bags?”

Ms. Harshwhinny grimaced at the innocent gesture, shaking her head. “No no, that’s quite alright. I can take of this myself…” She quickly collected her luggage and walked on board the train, tugging her luggage down the train corridor to the caboose. Once at her cabin, on the right side of the caboose, she opened the door and put her bags away: her shoulder bag placed on top of the bed and luggage into a corner of the cabin. She then closed the door and locked it, drawing the curtains over the windows, plunging the cabin into darkness.

Ms. Harshwhinny sat on the edge of the bed for a little bit before sighing deeply, unbuttoning her wet, vanilla-scented dress shirt. She threw the white, soaked shirt into the far corner of the cabin, then fell backwards, sprawling herself across the bed. Ms. Harshwhinny groaned to herself. “Oohhh, this day couldn’t be anymore a fiasco…"

She closed her eyes and relaxed on top of the bed, quietly reflecting on her incidents earlier that day, listening to the faint chatter outside of the train. The drawn curtains blocked out a majority of the light from the platform, the cabin ominously dark, save for the crack of light shining through the edges of the curtain. She thought back to her meetings at the Ponyville Town Hall, drudging through the boring hours of being explained to how the contest would proceed, enduring the dull questions and presentations, plus the rather high-energy, completely unprofessional etiquette of none other than Rainbow Dash. The ‘Element of Loyalty’ Rainbow Dash. Ms. Harshwhinny felt rather annoyed by her antics, nearly begging for somepony to put her in line for once in her life when it came to competing.

Ms. Harshwhinny relished in her imagination for a little, imaging Rainbow actually following protocol for once: dressed up, neat and trimmed, listening to her every command as she orders, obediently doing as she’s told. She laughed quietly to herself, folding her arms across her torso, holding herself as she laid back on the soft cabin bed. “Heh, don’t kid yourself, she’d never follow through with it unless she’s a Wonderbolt…” Ms. Harshwhinny paused for a moment as she felt the cool remains of the milkshake slightly sticky on her stomach.

Her thoughts floated to her mishap at the diner, drawing out a long, disappointed sigh. Her body still felt a bit sticky from the spilt milkshake: in-between her breasts, on her stomach, and a bit of her neck and chest. Ms. Harshwhinny turned her head aside, looking for the shoulder bag she set down on the bed resting just above her. She grabbed it, pulling open the bag and searching inside of the large purse, taking out some small wet wipes.

Ms. Harshwhinny sat up on the bed, propped up by her hands spread out behind her. The light barely lit a small vertical stripe alongside the right half of her womanly figure. She stared at herself, peeking at her two mounds of feminine beauty covered up by the soaked, sticky lingerie.

Naughty thoughts provoked her mind, arousing a curious thought in her head. She felt a little dirty allowing the thought manifest in her mind, letting the sticky remains of her milkshake resemble a lover’s seed splayed about her chest.

“Mmm, I could work with that….” She whispered slowly to herself, reaching up her back to unhook her bra. With a small snap, the lingerie black bra fell away from her body and dropped onto her lap. Ms. Harshwhinny cusped her breasts in her hands with a wipe in each hand, groping herself slowly, squeezing them tenderly. The cool sensation of rubbing wetness on her skin excited her, pressing her fingers around her nipples, tracing the bumps along each areole. She panted slowly as she pinched her breasts, thoughts turning to Rarity once more, remembering her delicate touch teasing on Ms. Harshwhinny’s body. She bit her lip as she wiped around the entirety of her ample bosom, squeezing them together and towards her face.

More flashes of memory danced in her head: Rarity groping her chest as she reached around to measure, her own glorious figure embracing Harshwhinny’s body. The tickling sensation she was too ashamed to admit she enjoyed when Rarity lightly brushed up her sides with the tips of her fingers…

Ms. Harshwhinny stopped playing with herself, letting her breasts go, sighing. “What has gotten into me?” she shook her head, smiling softly in defeat.

Surely, Ms. Harshwhinny had fallen victim to Rarity’s regal yet seductive charm, the aching in her loins slowly subsiding from the lack of bodily stimulation. She groaned in frustration, caught between giving into her little fantasies, masturbating to these delights and refocusing herself from these flights of fancy.
The train didn’t leave the station for another 13 minutes: Enjoy a little ‘quality time’ with herself or prepare to go to sleep for trip to Manehatten?

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The train quietly clacked and rattled along the tracks leaving Ponyville and headed eastwards to Manehatten. Many of the passengers aboard the steam train were settling in for the night, preparing to either eat dinner, read a book, fall asleep…

…or finger herself lightly with a small, pill-shaped vibrator.

The faint buzzing filled her ears, the scent of her sex dripping from her legs intoxicatingly filled her nose. She knew this scent very well, aroused by familiarity, spreading her soaking wet cunt apart with her forefingers. Her mind was drowned in pleasure, tuned out to train’s noise, tuned out the quiet chatter on the train, tuned out to everything that isn’t Ms. Harshwhinny.

Her legs spread apart wide, small streams of orgasmic fluids trickled down her taint as she convulsed her body in stuttering shakes. Weak moans of pleasure escaped her throat, the wet squelching of fingering the inside of her pussy lightly bounced around the cabin. Her juices flowed freely onto the now sex-soaked dress shirt laid just below Ms. Harshwhinny’s rear, momentarily caught in her fingers before slowly dropping onto the shirt.

Ms. Harshwhinny giggled playfully, picking up the pill vibrator from her thoroughly soaked cunt, a singular strand of her pre-orgasmic cum clung to her fingertips, trailing down to her throbbing pink clit. The fluid glistened in the moonlight that penetrated between the curtains’ folds. She raised her hand with the vibrator up higher above her until the strand finally gave away, falling back onto Harshwhinny’s pussy. She flinched positively at the sudden chill tingling her, the air subtracting the heat from her pussy juice.

She moaned with delight as she placed the naturally lubed vibrator on her left tit, taking her spare hand and reached back into herself. Ms. Harshwhinny stifled her sexual growling, pulling her legs together at the knees. She pressed her head into the pillow, her hair sprawled out, and pushed her body slightly into the air, legs shaking from sensory overload. The soft, wet shlicking noises emanating from her legs made her feel buttery warm, stroking the wondrous rough patch inside her vagina, using two fingers to entice herself. Ms. Harshwhinny was in complete ecstasy, her toes curled up on the bed, massaging her left breast with the vibrator lubed in her pussy juices, her right hand two fingers deep in her throbbing, gushing, soaking wet cunt.

Then, a spark of magic surged throughout her body, a buttery orgasm spouting from her loins. She rubbed the head of her clit furiously, nearly screaming inside her cabin. Ms. Harshwhinny climaxed, spouting lovely spurts of secretion across the lower half of the bed. She gasped, fingering herself quickly through the orgasm, keeping it alive in her loins for as long as possible. For a moment, Harshwhinny arched her body as far into the air as her body would let her, the wet display of her gushing cunt glistening in the moonlight, dripping maddeningly down her legs and onto the damp sheets. A few more hip thrusts and squirts later, her legs and body gave up, collapsing under gravity’s natural force onto the bed. She panted long and heavily, staring at the ceiling of the cabin, still holding the vibrating pill to her breast, her other fingers went limp in her pussy.

The train clattered over the tracks below, gently rocking Ms. Harshwhinny as she basked in her afterglow on the bed, perfectly still. She turned her head aside, letting it roll over to lay on the left side of her face, looking at the moonlight gleaming through the curtains. She lifted up her hand from her breast, picking up the still vibrating pill in her fingertips and turned it off. Harshwhinny sighed in bliss, her eyes barely flitting halfway open. Her body coolly relaxed, nearly numb of all feelings…

Knock knock knock

The world froze around Ms. Harshwhinny.

Knock knock “Miss Harshwhinny? Are you awake? I have something here addressed to you…” the voice called from behind the door. Ms. Harshwhinny pulled her fingers out of her wet slit and sighed, shifting herself to the edge of the bed. “Yes, I’m awake….. I’ll be with you in a moment…..” She slid off the bed, her glowing naked body glistening in the moonlight as she opened up her luggage, fishing out a large lavender, silk sleeping top. She pulled the nightwear over her head, slipping each arm into each sleeve, then pulled it over her perky breasts, buttoning up the silk shirt to the collar.

Ms. Harshwhinny paused at the top button, fussed a bit, then decided to unbutton at least two buttons, keeping a decent view of her cleavage, the bottom of the shirt covered her groin and rear. She strode up the train cabin door, unlocked it, and opened the door casually. She leaned against the doorframe and gave the stunned train attendant holding a gift basket a tired, sultry glare.

“Yes…… what is it?” she spoke in a bored voice, placing a hand on her hip. The train attendant’s eyes went wide, taking in Ms. Harshwhinny’s body propped against the door with poise, his cheeks lightly growing redder. Ms. Harshwhinny arched an eyebrow at him, pouting with a hard, interested look, a slight pang in her heart felt a little excited at the stallion drinking in her afterglow.

“Here, ma’am… I brought you a gift basket… I mean, somepony wanted me to give you this gift basket, heh…” he fumbled, rocking back and forth nervously in his loafers. A faint hint of a smile formed on Ms. Harshwhinny’s mouth.

She gave him a hard look with her eyes yet with a slight pucker of her lips, taking a step towards him and reached for the gift basket. Her hands glided over his grip of the basket, her fingers stroking the backs of his, then grabbed the basket. “A gift basket, hmmm? Mind telling me who it’s from?” Harshwhinny purred.
The train attendant shuddered, his eyes slowly descended from Ms. Harshwhinny’s face to her chest.

“She wanted to remain anonymous, so she didn’t bother giving me her name… if that’s okay with you, Miss…” he sputtered, breaking into a light sweat. Ms. Harshwhinny’s lips pursed into a thin line as she kept her eyes on the stallion’s face, taking the gift basket from him. “Hmmm, it’s a shame that I won’t be able to properly thank the pony for giving me this wonderful gift….” Ms. Harshwhinny began, almost as though she was romantically seducing the poor stallion. “I suppose you deserve that pleasure instead, sir.”

She held the basket in her arm, part of her silk sleeping shirt opening up a little more. The attendant scored an eyeful of Harshwhinny’s chest, the entire cleavage between each breast exposed to the open air, the edges of the shirt hanging off of her nipples. Ms. Harshwhinny gently placed her other hand over her cleavage, prompting the attendant’s attention back to her face.

“Thank you for delivering this to me, this means a lot to me…” She winked at the stallion, then gave him a soft smile, stepping back into her private cabin and slowly closing the door in front of her. The flushed faced attendant stood there awkwardly behind the closed door of the train corridor for a while, baffled. He finally blew out a relieved sigh and a small “…wow…. Didn’t expect that…” before stepping away from the cabin. Ms. Harshwhinny shook her head knowingly, smiling slyly.

“Heh, you’ve still got it, Mariwell…” Ms. Harshwhinny whispered to herself, chuckling softly. She took a look at the basket adorned delicately with a lovely crimson silk bow.

The gift basket was covered with a clear plastic wrapping, encasing the contents of the assortment. It held loads of chocolates, treats, and a few boxes of beautiful fragrances and expensive body care products. A note hung off the handle of the gift basket, smudged with a pink lipstick stain.
“To Ms. Harshwhinny, can’t wait to meet you in Manehattan!” was hastily scribbled across the note. Ms. Harshwhinny read the note and tilted her head in confusion, wondering who could have sent her this present. Then, she turned over the note.

On the back of the note was scribbled another note: “Enjoy yourself and save the best for last, it’s a blast!” followed by a small winking face picture.

Ms. Harshwhinny furrowed her brows, unsure of the note. “Best for…. Last? Ohh! She must mean in the bottom of the basket!” She sat back down on the edge of her bed, crossing her legs and resting the basket on her lap. Removing the lace crimson bow, Ms. Harshwhinny tore open the wrapping and began rummaging through the potpourri of gifts, taking out bottles, boxed chocolates, and a long, bubblegum pink package decorated heavily with balloon stamps and happy faces. The package was decently weighted in Ms. Harshwhinny’s hand.

“Oooo, what do we have here?” she sing-songed, her face brightening as she shook the package by her ear like a foal would test presents on Hearth Warming’s Eve. Something rather thick thumped around the insides of the box. Ms. Harshwhinny put the basket on the ground next to the bed. Discontented with listening in to guess the contents of the long box, Ms. Harshwhinny turned it over to the top and opened the seal along the folds.

The package exploded in Ms. Harshwhinny’s hands with a near deafening CRACK, the sound of a balloon cartoonishly deflating backing the large pop of the package.

Ms. Harshwhinny shrieked, scrambling backwards over the bed and slammed her back into the wall of the cabin, chest practically hyperventilating. With her legs spread apart, Ms. Harshwhinny sat with her back pressed against the wall, arms sprawled wide beside her, hands clutching the wall as though she was going to fall forward to her death. Confetti and sparkles erupted from the pink package, a large rubber object landing in between Ms. Harshwhinny’s trembling legs. She eyed the thick and dark object pointing directly towards her nethers with grim contempt, breathing heavily, the moonlight highlighting its cobalt length and medial ring.

Ms. Harshwhinny kept staring at the large sex toy for a couple of seconds, gradually coming down from her panic and taking deep breathes before sighing and relaxing her arms, dropping them to the bed. She slumped against the wall, legs still openly outstretched, and groaned.

One of Pinkie’s surprise party poppers was still loaded and attached to the eight inch fake cock, taped right onto the shaft.

“Oh dear Celestia, fuck me….” She swore under her breath, daring herself to reach for and disarm the party explosive from her prize. Taking the pillows from the head of the bed, Ms. Harshwhinny carefully covered the rigged pseudo-cock, kneeling before the lump. She slipped her hand under the pillows, cautiously reaching beneath the fluffy bomb cover. With her forefingers, Ms. Harshwhinny slowly peeled off the small plastic seal. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, preparing for the worst.

She broke the seal, a dull thud was barely heard over the rumble of the train cabin. She knelt by the pillow stack nervously, beads of sweat appearing on her temples as a cooling sensation oozed over her covered hand. Ms. Harshwhinny shivered, removing the pillows one by one and peeked down.

Her hand was wrapped around the tip of the thick cobalt dildo, the packet on top broken open and leaking a clear, viscous liquid. Ms. Harshwhinny sighed in relief, cracking a weary smile as she pulled out the opened tube of peppermint lubricant from the frayed box, popping it shut.

“I suppose this mare just loves to toy with me, or really wanted to surprise me to death…” she chuckled to herself. Ms. Harshwhinny relaxed and tossed the tube and dildo back into the gift basket, wiping her fingers off on the sex-dampened shirt laying beneath her knees. She put back her pillows at the head of the bed and neatened them out, flipping them over to cover the splattered stains of lube. She tossed the shirt into the far corner of the room before flopping herself backwards on the bed, sighing.

Ms. Harshwhinny sprawled herself out, letting her body loosen up, slowly falling asleep. Moments passed, a sudden sharp knock at the cabin door disturbed her lethargy of sleep. “Ma’am, are you alright in there? Someone reported a loud noise coming from the back of the train.” A mare sternly stated from behind the door, a touch of worry in her voice.

Ms. Harshwhinny groaned, rolling her eyes. “Yes, I’m fine. Somepony snuck a prank into my gift that went off when I opened it. Most likely Pinkie Pie’s work…” she affirmed, waving a lazy hand in the dark above her. The mare talked through the door again, concerned. “Okay then, but I still need to come in and check that everything is alright in there…”

“In a moment…..” Ms. Harshwhinny droned, adjusting herself and pulling the sheet cover over her legs, up to her waist. She sat up and brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her covered shins. “Alright miss, come in.”

The door slid open, a small Pegasus mare attendant followed by two security stallions carefully peered into the room, one of the security stallions swept the room with a flashlight. His light fell upon Ms. Harshwhinny sitting in her bed, shielding her eyes from the intense beam of light. “Ma’am, are you…… are you alright in here?” he pondered, the probing light tagging the dark spots leading up to Ms. Harshwhinny’s legs. The mare cleared her throat and made a face at the flashlight stallion, slightly in discomfort. He looked at her, confused, sweeping the flashlight back across the room and lighting up the corner with the white dress shirt. He made a step into the room and made his search with the flashlight, turning away from the shirt. Ms. Harshwhinny pulled the sheet further up, clutching the edge to her chest. “You know, you could ask me what happened instead of prying around the room like this, sir” she muttered, eyeing the shirt cautiously. The attendant stepped into the room herself and nudged the security stallion mindlessly going around the room, oddly lingering around the shirt, smelling the room.

“I think….. everything checks out in here, miss.” The attendant blushed, barely stifling a small gasp when she spotted the gift basket at the bottom of the bed. The second stallion frowned, shaking his head. The flashlight stallion raised an eyebrow at Ms. Harshwhinny, pointing the flashlight at the gift basket. Ms. Harshwhinny winced, glaring nervously back at him.

Her recently acquired dildo was sticking out at the top of the gift basket, slight glistening spots staining the tip. The mare attendant coughed and stepped in the path of the light, obstructing the prying eyes of the security guards.

“That’s quite enough here. Nothing to see here, she’s just resting up for the trip….” The flashlight guard shook his head, turning off the light. “I suppose everything looks like it’s in order…. Just a bit messier in here than usual.” Ms. Harshwhinny and the mare attendant shot him dirty looks. He raised his hands in defense. “Just saying….. don’t enter many mares’ rooms is all.”

The two stallions left her alone with Ms. Harshwhinny in an awkward tension between the two. The attendant finally sighed, breaking the tension and turned to Ms. Harshwhinny bearing a look of curiosity in her eyes. “Stallions, am I right? Always bumbling around as soon as they catch a hint of hormones….” She gave Ms. Harshwhinny an understanding look before sitting down by Ms. Harshwhinny’s feet, nervously rubbing her arms with her light brown wings. She lowered her gaze onto the gift basket with a soft smile. “I take it somepony really likes you to go through the trouble of sending you a gift basket with that in it” she said.

“Or as a cruel joke, if you ask me.” Ms. Harshwhinny huffed, breaking out into a wicked grin. She shook her head, crossing her legs underneath the sheets, resting the sheet over her waist. The attendant looked confused. “Remember that loud bang from earlier?”

She nodded. “Right…. Didn’t you drop something?” Ms. Harshwhinny once again shook her head no. “I’m pretty sure you’re familiar with the mare Pinkie Pie and her antics, I presume?” The sound of Pinkie’s name brought about a hearty smile on the mare’s face, her wings involuntarily affirming her delight by fluttering the sheets. "Oooo, I definitely remember Pinkie Pie!! I absolutely adore her parties in Ponyville!" she gushed. Ms. Harshwhinny groaned and rolled her eyes, clearly upset.

"Oh....sorry ma'am......." the attendant apologized, downcast.

Ms. Harshwhinny sighed wearily, waving her off nonchalantly. "Don’t worry about it… Clearly, she's a town favorite. Besides the point, I suppose it's her shenanigans behind this gift basket, though I've never known her to include such... *ahem*... intimate gifts in her presents before."

The mare gave Ms. Harshwhinny a scandalous look, her young face bloomed with much interest. “You mean to say that Pinkie gave you this gift basket with that mare-pleaser tucked away?” She leaned in a bit closer to Ms. Harshwhinny, whispering with a hand shielding her mouth from the cabin door. “Do you… think she could send me something like that? I'm… a little ashamed to get one for myself…” The attendant bit her lip in anticipation, brown eyes sparkling brightly in the faint sliver of moonlight. Ms. Harshwhinny looked surprised at the request, her mouth forming a quiet “oh". The mare blushed, resigning back to the foot of the bed. “Sorry….again….”

Ms. Harshwhinny bowed her head in resignation, hiding her amusement at the young mare's enthusiasm. She ran a hand over her forehead, messing around with the bangs of her hair before facing the adventurous mare with a weak smile. “You know, I've been through a rather tedious day today and I'd love to get some sleep in before reaching Manehattan. If Pinkie just so happens to be kind enough to give me a generous gift like that one, I'll let you know….. *ahem*….”

The attendant looked confused for a few moments. “Oh! It's Nightingale… Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Harshwhinny.” She nodded profoundly, her tomboyish windswept café hair bouncing over her forehead. “I'll be staying in Manehattan as well for the competition. I've always wanted to see the Cloudsdale athletes perform in person and this is my only chance to get to while the competition is being held in my home city.” Nightingale added. “I suppose I could… give you a call during your stay, right?”

Ms. Harshwhinny chuckled. “I suppose that'll be just fine… but for now, I really need to get to sleep.” She covered her mouth and yawned briefly for emphasis.

Nightingale stood up from the bed and made a slight bow towards Ms. Harshwhinny. “Of course, ma'am. I'll leave you to your cabin in piece. I hope you'll enjoy the remainder of your trip.” She smiled, giving Ms. Harshwhinny an exaggerated wink before departing from the cabin and shutting the cabin door behind her.

The train cabin room fell into its quiet atmosphere, backed once more by the chattering of steel on the tracks. Ms. Harshwhinny didn't move from her sitting position, her expression of growing weariness settling on her face. She sat there on the bed, letting the moments pass by as the train sped along, racing towards Manehattan. It wasn't long before she pulled off the sheet covers and slid off the bed, leaning over to pick up the gift basket adorned with a large cobalt, phallic crown only mildly worn. Taking out one of the shampoo bottles from its elegantly designed box, Ms. Harshwhinny stored the aptly named 'mare-pleaser' in it, concealing its existence to the world's prying eyes. As added precaution, she tucked away the box at the bottom of the basket, covering it with the other contents, then set the basket down on top of her luggage.

“I swear I'm going to have to confront Ms. Pie about this… present…” Ms. Harshwhinny whispered to herself calmly. She yawned, covering her mouth with the palm of her hand as she slipped back into the bedsheets, laying down on her side with her back to the door. The faint scent of her sexual secretions still hung in the air, a light allure of sweetness to her as she drifted off to sleep…

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Steam crawled out from underneath the train, creeping out onto the train station platform as the passengers departed from their compartments. A few busy train conductors jogged about the platform, assisting those with heavier luggage. Towards the back of the train, Ms. Harshwhinny tugged her cart with her baggage behind her, another hand gripped on the strap of her gift basket, her deep purple carry bag over her shoulder. She took long strides walking into the station, the clicking of her heels highly pronounced over the hissing steam of the train.

Stepping out into the fairly empty lobby, Ms. Harshwhinny slowed to a stop as a young woman dressed in a spring green suit bounced her way across the room. Her brown hair draped across her brow as she stopped to present her hand to Ms. Harshwhinny.

"Hellooo!!! It's a pleasure to see you again!!" she cheered in her southern belle accent, smiling brightly. Ms. Harshwhinny barely cracked a grin as she awkwardly shook the woman's hand.

"It's a... errr.... pleasure to meet you as well, Miss Peachbottom" she grimaced, clinching the gift basket closer. Ms. Peachbottom caught the movement, eyeing the gift basket fondly.

“Ohh, I see you got a gift basket too!” She let out a short laugh, tossing her head back a bit. “A bit of funny a story: Pinkie couldn't help arranging a few things for me when I told her I was judging for Rainbow Dash's section of the competition! It was very nice and all, but the first pony I thought about that should get something nice was you!! I asked her if she could do the same and have it ready before you came! I'm so glad you got it on the way over!” She quickly made a devious face with a sly grin. “What's your favorite part of it?” Ms. Peachbottom leaned in closer to Ms. Harshwhinny, as though sharing a secret. “Mine was the imported shampoo from Las Pegasus… does absolute wonders for my hair!” she gushed almost quietly in a gossipy tone. Peachbottom pointed to her hair. “See? It's dyed brown now!”

Ms. Harshwhinny drummed her fingertips on the luggage handle, trying to appear as though she was thinking hard on it. “Well, she did send a rather interesting assortment of gifts...... Rather difficult to choose which I like the most..." She coolly looked aside, casting a low side glance with a pout. “It came out to be more of a surprise than I could handle…”

Peachbottom simply waved her hand at Ms. Harshwhinny, blushing slightly. "Oh, it was nothing.... just showing a little appreciation for a fellow judge in the upcoming Equestrian National Athletic Competition...."
She suddenly clapped her hands together and rested her head on top her clasped hands, rocking slightly side to side. Her face melted into a look of nostalgic thought. "Ooo, the fun we could have while we're together this week... I've been planning for a something like this since forever...." Peachbottom cooed, batting her eyelashes at Ms. Harshwhinny.

Ms. Harshwhinny bit her lip and winced, ignoring the nagging thoughts of what possible plan had been prepared for her stay in Manehattan. She finally sighed and gave Peachbottom a weak smile. "I'm sure we'll have plenty to do in the meanwhile, Miss Peachbottom. Until then, I need to go check into my hotel. It's been a hassle these last few days... and the train ride wasn't any better for rest........"

Peachbottom pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow at Ms. Harshwhinny in sneaky suspicion before slowly grinning deviously, a few strands of hair coming loose from her bangs. "I suppose you did have a hard time relaxing on the train ride here...." She shook her poufy hair out of her face, bangs draping neatly across her forehead. "Well, don't let me keep you from getting things..... taken care of..." Peachbottom purred, eyes descending to the gift basket on Ms. Harshwhinny's shoulder. "If you need me, just give a holler!" She quickly pulled Ms. Harshwhinny in a near, death grip bear hug, squeezing a small squeak from Ms. Harshwhinny before turning away to depart from the train station. “See ya later, 'Whinny!”

She watched Ms. Peachbottom bouncing her way around the corner as she clutched her chest, gasping for air. Ms. Harshwhinny shook her head and sighed, straightening her suit jacket, running a finger across the few strands of hair falling in front of her eyes.

“Can she be anymore endearing?”

Chapter Two - Sensual Parasomnia

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.