Overtime

by LIL DASHIE GRINGO

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn, Sex, Slice of Life
Length: 2390

Rose Petal loves her favorite stallion. Even though she loves her job so much, she'll do anything to get close to him, even in the moment of an illicit tryst.

Rose Petal puts her determination to the test as she tasks herself with getting some documents finished, staying overnight to make sure they're done by the next day. But, that all changes as she starts thinking about him. He litters her mind with his charms, his masculine voice, his gorgeous body... The pent up heat builds more unneeded stress to her already kindled body.

Good thing he's coming to the office to give her some food; she's hungry.

Edited by myself and my girlfriend(kinda).

Proofread by most of my followers. You ponies are so kewl.

Lastly, inspired by writers on a blog.

Published 2017-02-15 04:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-15 04:20:01 UTC

Overtime

Overtime

Written by ImMrNoobHeadFU1

Manehattan is one of the best places to be in Equestria, especially at night. Nothing can get any better than a place that provides an open range of growing opportunities. The bustling streets of the town and the cacophony of conversations about everypony’s lives makes it that much more thrilling to be in the eventful city.

A lot of great mares and stallions that shine across Equestria for their expertise and techniques have grown their roots from the shining city, making it very influential on a pony's life. The aspect of the whole city always precedes itself as being one of the best tourist hotspots in Equestria.

But, it's also one of the best cities to be on a romantic getaway. The city's beauty and class for different types of arts becomes the city's thriving backbone for more ponies from all around to come and bask in the wonderful assets it behold, like getting a chance to see Countess Coloratura on her front lawn, singing something delicious for anypony around to perceive.

But unfortunately, not a lot of ponies can celebrate in the town, especially on the night out like now. Some are just too tired to enjoy it or too busy working on other things to discern it, which is reasonable in such a frequently high trafficking city. Maybe that's a reason for why Princess Luna and Celestia barely visit there; they already have their own problems in Canterlot.

Rose Petal is one pony out there that enjoys the night so much, she likes to plan certain events for herself to have some fun, like working for that extra overtime pay in the comfortable offices of Fillimare Logistics. But, tonight is different. Tonight, she's working as fast as she can in her office, the only room fully lit in the perimeter.

“Damn these last minute checks,” Rose Petal says under her breath as she continues to work on her computer, her fingers typing away on the keyboard. The dim green light from a small lamp emits the small office she currently occupies.

The violet mare needs to get a few things done before the company doors close their passage of entry. Her supervisor gave her the spare keys to lock up when she is done, not looking back to check on her progress before morning.

This truly gives her an opportunity to unwind a little; get more comfortable in her recliner chair as she does her work, not being bound by dress code when it doesn’t matter anymore.

However, she doesn’t want to keep her special somepony waiting at home for her. Rose knows he’ll be waiting for her when she first walks in through the door, hearing her stiletto heels echo with every step she takes on the wooden floors. He'll be waiting right in front of the door, his hungry, bedroom eyes and toothy grin alluring her to continue walking his way. His strong hands caressing her small form, pulling her closer to his warm, rugged chest.

She sighs upon her lost train of thought, her fingers typing slower than they were a moment ago until they decide to stop on their own. Her heart starts beating in her chest; she loves her job so much to have this kind of determination to stay at night, but he keeps distracting her.

Rose Petal can feel him hoisting her against the smooth wall, her legs wrapping around him as he holds her up and grinds against her body. Deep moans of frustration has shown her how much the stallion missed her, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive neck. The sensation of being owned by him and his sexual desires drives her into having untapped lust throughout her body.

She squeezes her legs together, her lewd thoughts getting through her. Her body becomes hot; her jacket becomes more tight even when loose; her whole demeanor starting to crack. A strong aroma mixing with eucalyptus tea fills the room; the smell she knows all too well to not forget, driving her into the inevitable madness.

He brushes his mouth along her face until he gets close enough to her ear, his breath sounding calm but frustrated.

‘Tonight, I’m gonna make you mine.’

She needs to go home.

Just as she is about to turn off her computer and mentally forget her work, her cell phone rings; the illuminated glow of the touchscreen signifying that someone is calling her. She picks it up off her desk and looks at the caller ID.

It’s him.

“Hey… what's up?” she greets, her voice showing calmness laced over a little nervousness. She can talk to anyone easily; it's just that he always gives her butterflies whenever he speaks to her.

“Hey, Rose. I just got us some food from Cafe Hay and noticed I'm close by your job. Want me to bring yours?” he asks over the phone. Him? In the office? No, this cannot happen for the sake of her. But… she is hungry. She waits a few seconds before answering.

“Yeah. The doors are already unlocked,” she informs.

“Alright, I’m finna be there in a bit,” he says with a small hint of a country accent. And with that, the line disconnects. She puts the phone back onto the table. The lewd thoughts she had reappeared into her mind with new thoughts, knowing that he is coming into her office soon. She wants him to touch her. She wants him to realize what he’s been missing out on all this time, but as she waits, she decides to go ahead and finish her work before he gets there; she doesn’t want to upset the boss when they get there in the morning. That would be an afternoon disaster to start off the shift.

Almost finished with her work, she hears a door opening and closing within the darkness, the sound bouncing off the walls to emit a subtle echo.

“Hey Rose, where are you?” his voice echoes within the dark open office.

“In my office!” she raises her voice high enough for him to hear.

She can hear his heavy footsteps as he gets closer and closer to her office, the footwear sound being masked by the carpet floor, the sound of metal-maybe keys or loose change-rattling with every step he takes. Clothing is heard rustling as he comes closer. Is he trying to take something off like a jacket? It’s only inevitable when he walks through that open door when she shall find out his appearance.

The heavy footsteps finally stop. Rose Petal turns her head over to the doorway, the rest of her body following suit. She sees him, looking over his appearance as he leans on the doorway, his orangish-brown suede jacket tucks between his arm and his abdomen with a white foam box held in his hand; his head crooked a little, like he was waiting for her to notice his presence.

He’s a hefty looking brown stallion with a dark 5 o’clock shadow, the small bristles standing on end to show their presence to the world. His ears pierced with Asscher cut, cubic zirconia studs, a rare find in such a cut. He models a sleek, long sleeve white collar shirt, the top two buttons unbuttoned to show off some of his brown trimmed chest. His black bootcut jeans hug his thighs to give detail to his legs, accompanied with a pair of orangish-tan boots. Finally, his black shining mane pops out like crashing waves in a storm. He is simply put; gorgeous. He even sprayed cologne on himself; Swerve. Simple, yet delicious.

He pushes himself off the doorway, stabling himself as he looks at her. After throwing his jacket on the polyester brown couch and getting closer to the subtly kindled mare, he puts the white box down by her computer. His cologne is driving her pheromones crazy. She can’t wait any longer.

“Hey, Rose. How y-” He never gets a chance to finish his greeting before Rose kisses him on the lips, pulling his head closer to her body to feel his warmth. The scent of his body littered with coconut butter when extremely close enough to bare such a smell gives her inner senses peace of mind, his bristles brushing against her soft cheeks.

Their hot breaths commingle in the sights of the owner of the ambushed ingress. It only lasts for a short time, but to Rose, it feels like five minutes of pure hot lust that is now known to the hefty gentlecolt.

He looks into her eyes with quite a surprising look, leaning over the chair and using his arms on the chair’s arms to support his weight. However, looking over Rose Petal changes his whole demeanor altogether; her appearance and confidence being more bold than usual, which makes him soften his gaze.

“I’m horny, sweetie,” she admits, even though it comes quite obvious to him at this point. Her eagerness to get into his pants overrides her senses over everything else that she has in mind, only focusing on him and only him. And he knows what she wants… what she needs to relieve her stress. Her green eyes stare into his with firing lust. He knows what he must do now.

“Damn… right now, B? What if we get caught?” he asks with a soft voice. She can see that he just wants to make sure she wishes to go through with this, having sex in the office, one of the most illicit trysts to think of. The idea of doing it in a place where ponies will constantly be in and out everyday is very exciting to her. But, what if they do get caught? What if Rose’s supervisor all of a sudden walk in because they forgot something in their office that becomes their utmost imperative task to receive, just to see her kneeling down before him and pumping his hot semen all over her awaiting maw?

She unbuttons her shirt underneath her jacket slowly.

“I’ll worry about that; just worry about these.” Rose Petal opens her jacket and shirt flaps to pull them off her body and lay behind her, her red polyester lace bra being the only thing covering her upper body. The stallion’s eyes give Rose his undivided attention, no longer worrying about the consequences of their actions tonight. All he wants to do now is smash. She wants him to smash her… so fucking hard.

And that he shall do.

“Damn B, you taste so good,” he says after licking one of Rose’s nipples. He leans over her on the office table to get more access to her assets, everything being right in the dominant's face. She enjoys every bit of the pleasure that he dishes out to her like it’s delicious chocolate cake, savoring the moment. Her sultry soft moans drive him to get more rough with his motives to make her feel good with much success. One of his hands dives into her panties and rubs her wet and hot pussy, making her moan louder with greater volume; the thrill getting the better of her.

He aims to please her in many ways that he can implement. Sometimes, it can be a smack on the ass or just a simple hug. Some stallions try to do too much that the try hard spirit can mess up big time on some occasions. Others lack appreciation and effort, making them the worst kind of stallions. But this stallion is… simple. He makes it very obvious on the things he do and the things he want to do. And he uses simple demands to get what he wants.

“Tonight, I’m gonna make you mine,” he says to the vulnerable mare under him, adding a seductive flavor to his already effective words. He pulls his wet hand away from Rose’s panties and pushes her skirt up, pushing her red panties to one side to give a good sight of her pink lips before he moves his penis onto her awaiting snatch. Now shirtless, the hefty stallion leans over Rose again and kisses her this time, grinding his member on her lips afterwards before sliding it into her pussy, her walls spreading wide to accommodate for his member until he bottoms out inside her. He pulls back out and pushes back in, repeating this pattern in a steady rhythm.

Rose wraps her arms around his neck and moans in invigorating pleasure, feeling full every time his dick is inside her. This is what Rose needs. This is what she dreams every time she thinks about him. His big shaft slowly starting to ravage her as he goes faster in his speed. His grunts and moans filling her ears with lustful mannerisms on how fucking good she feels. What makes her quiver more is the fact that she’s making him feel like he’s a stallion; what he’s naturally born to be like. She’s finally getting what she truly deserves.

He stops pumping for a few seconds before he grabs her whole body and hoist Rose over to the brown couch, sitting on it comfortably to let her take over her meat. Oh how she longs for this to happen, how she wants to hear the sultry masculine voice moan her name as her walls squeeze around his hot member. She wants to ride him like the black knight he is and will always be.

And she does, kissing him with excessive passion coursing from within as their heating contents commingle to make a well victorious afterglow. Her insides heat up in the pent up moment of accelerating pleasure that makes her buck more onto him, her pussy squeezing his entirety until he has no more to give. She looks into his eyes while the hot sperm seeps out of her vagina and cascade off his member; the room smells of eucalyptus and coconut butter mixing with sweat.

“Thank you,” is all she says before kissing him again, basking in the flavor of his mouth. This is truly the experience she is looking for and there’s a great chance that they may be doing something like this again. Because at this moment, she doesn’t even care about her work anymore.

Fuck work.

Author's Note

Hope you ponies love that.:heart: