Mistress Mage's Magical Manuscript of Mating

Miss Harshwhinny sat stiffly on the sofa, sipping her Scotch and soda. Why am I here? she thought, looking around the room. Balloons and streamers hung about the premise, while a rather rowdy game of Pin the Tail on the Pony was going on across the room. The decorations and party games would have suggested that this was some foal's birthday party, but the alcohol, the clock showing that it was well past midnight (and on a work night!), and the lack of any children said otherwise. Her secretary had invited her along, and insisted that she needed to unwind, despite Harshwhinny's protests.

Miss Harshwhinny sighed, gulping down the last of her drink, before setting the glass down on the end table beside her. I'm bored, uncomfortable, and have to be up in five hours to get to work, she thought, glancing around at the other partygoers. Nopony would notice if I left, she reasoned, rising to her hooves, and flattening the skirt of her suit.

As she began making her way to the door, a pink blur bounced before her. "Heyya, Miss Harshwhinny!" Pinkie Pie yelled, smiling widely. "Didn't know you were here. In fact, some how you managed to sneak past me knowing you were in Ponyville. My Pinkie Sense must be faulty. I thought you lived in the Crystal Empire. Isn't that bit of a far journey to make just to come to a party, and on a Wednesday, no less?" the buzzing mare babbled.

"Hello, Miss Pie," Miss Harshwhinny sighed, curtly shaking the other mare's hand. "I moved here last week for my new job, and my secretary insisted I come to this party, tonight. I was just leaving, in fact, because some of us actually have work in the morning."

"Aw, so soon?" Pinkie Pie pouted. "And to think, I never got the opportunity to throw you a "Welcome to Ponyville and Congratulations on the New Job" party. Maybe, we could have it on Saturday? Does that work for you? I mean, I'm guessing you aren't working on Sunday, so you would be able to stay out late."

"No, thank you," Harshwhinny replied, brusquely. "I don't do parties. I don't even know how I got talked into coming to this one," she continued, attempting to walk past the childish mare who would not stop rambling.

"Aw, please?" Pinkie begged, mustering up her best puppy dog eyes. "It doesn't have to be a party. It could be just the two of us, getting to know each other."

"That sounds like a date, and I don't do those, either, especially not with mares who can't keep still," Harshwhinny said, sternly. Pinkie Pie pounced in front of the door, blocking the cold mare's attempt to leave. She sighed. "You're not letting me leave until I agree to attend some sort of get together with you, are you?" Pinkie shook her head. Harshwhinny sighed, again. "Fine, I suppose I could move some things around in my schedule."

Pinkie's mood brightened, immediately. "Great!" she ecstatically exclaimed. "See you Saturday at five o'clock!"

...

The rest of the week came and went, and Saturday evening arrived. Miss Harshwhinny stood in front of the same building, Sugarcube Corner, from the party she had attended a few nights, prior. Why am I here? she pondered for the second time that week, as she opened the door to the bakery. The smell of sugar tickled her nose, as she was greeted by the sight of the exuberant pink mare waving excitedly at her guest.

"Hi, Miss Harshwhinny!" she said, skipping over, leaving her post at the counter, only for it to be taken over by a grinning Mrs. Cake. "You've arrived just in time. In fact, you've arrived exactly at five o'clock."

"I make a point of being punctual," Harshwhinny said, looking over her host. She suddenly felt very overdressed in her white blouse tucked into a pair of khaki slacks, compared to Pinkie's blue jeans and t-shirt, which were strained by pudgy pink flesh, giving her an exaggerated, shapely appearance. "So, what did you have planned for this evening?" she asked, her eyes snapping back to the chubby mare's round face.

"Oh, I was thinking that the two of us could get to know each other a bit better over some coffee and cupcakes," Pinkie said, pulling the older mare towards a table which had already been laid out with a platter of fresh cupcakes and a piping hot pot of coffee.

This sounds an awful lot like a date, Miss Harshwhinny thought, raising an eyebrow. Still, I don't see any harm in indulging her for a night, she monologued, internally, taking a seat.

Her host poured some coffee into the mug in front of her. "Any cream or sugar?" she asked.

"No, thank you," Harshwhinny said, taking a sip of the bitter, black drink. Her lips curled upwards in a small smile. This may just be the best coffee I've ever had, she thought, setting her mug back down onto the table, before reaching for one of the cupcakes, and taking a bite. "So, what did you want to know about me?"

Pinkie Pie smiled, as she loaded her own mug of coffee with entirely too much sugar. "Well..."

...

Miss Harshwhinny could hardly believe that she had spent the past three hours conversing with this childish mare, much less enjoying every minute of it. While she had initially expected to have nothing in common with the party pony, she had soon found out that they, surprisingly, shared many of the same interests, from favorite book ("I make sure to read Sunsets at Dawn at least once a year."), favorite actor ("Star Quality is SO hot!"), and even least favorite food ("I never really cared for artichokes.").

"You know, Miss Harshwhinny, I think I figured out why you're so grumpy all the time," Pinkie Pie smirked.

"Oh, really?" Harshwhinny replied, taking a sip of her fifth cup of coffee. "And why is that?"

"It's because you need to get laid!" Pinkie Pie proudly proclaimed.

Harshwhinny began to choke on the coffee she had just attempted to drink. "Excuse me!?" she blurted.

"I said that you need to get laid, silly!" Pinkie laughed. "Are you grumpy because you're also deaf?"

"I am not deaf," Harswhinny grumbled. "And I do not need to "get laid". I have a very healthy sex life, if you must know."

"Oh, really?" Pinkie Pie asked, smirking. "When was the last time you had a good roll in the hay?"

Harshwhinny pondered for a moment. It was probably that pegasus in Manehattan. He was... adequate. How long ago was that? Realizing that it had been quite some time, her face turned a dark red. "That is none of your business!" she spat.

"I'm guessing that means it's been a while~!" Pinkie teased in a singsong voice. Her expression changed from her typical silliness to a more sultry, seductive, and sexy look. "If you want, we could head upstairs, and I could fix that for ya."

Miss Harshwhinny scoffed. "I'm sorry, Miss Pie, but you don't posses the right "equipment" for my tastes."

"Oh, that's where you're wrong," Pinkie whispered, moving a little closer. "You see, there's a fun little spell my friend knows that gave me what you need. And, apart from the night I got it and a quickie with Dashie the next day, I really haven't gotten to use it much. I'm sure we could have lots of fun with it."

Harshwhinny sat, incredulously, a deep blush permeating her light brown fur. Why am I even considering this? She thought. She then noticed just how close Pinkie was. Is that strawberries I smell? She gave another sniff. Well, I will admit that she does smell nice. "Fine," she said, reaching her decision. "I guess I could take a look."

"Yay!" Pinkie Pie cheered, jumping from her seat, and dragging Harshwhinny from her own, and up the stairs to her bedroom, while quickly informing Mrs. Cake that to ignore any and all noises that came from her bedroom. After pushing the mature mare inside and locking the door, Pinkie Pie pounced upon the uptight businessmare, excitedly making out with her.

After taking a moment to realize what was going on, Miss Harshwhinny sharply shoved the jittery mare off of her, and slapped her. "Now, listen here, you bubbly bitch," she said, sternly. "This may have been your idea, but I will make one thing clear: I am in charge. Now, strip down to your undergarments, and stand still."

"Ooh, I love it when a lady lays down the law," Pinkie said, rubbing her cheek, and practically jumping out of her jeans and t-shirt, her bountiful bosom and butt bouncing in her cupcake print panties and bra.

Cute, Harshwhinny thought, giving Pinkie's choice in undies a look of approval. She took notice of the large, cock shaped outline in her bitch's panties. She wasn't kidding, she thought, running a finger along the bulge. The lump throbbed, a wet spot forming at the tip. Harshwhinny rubbed her fingertip along the dark, sticky spot, before raising the appendage to her mouth, and sucking up some of the pre that was now soaking into Pinkie Pie's panties. She hummed, enjoying the flavor of what was definitely semen. Yes, definitely real.

She turned her critical gaze back down to take in the rest of the pink mare's body. While she was definitely a bit on the heavy side, she wasn't gratuitously so, having just enough pink pudge to give her a bit of a belly, and some softness around the edges, which nicely filled out her ass and tits. Harshwhinny ran a hand along Pinkie's body, running her teasing fingers along her thick thighs, amazing ass, soft stomach, and big boobs.

"Yes, you will do nicely," Harshwhinny said, drawing her hand away, and unbutton in her blouse, and dropping her pants, leaving her standing in her black, velvet bra and panties with a bit of lace around the edges. She sat herself down on Pinkie's bed, keeping her legs firmly shut. "Now, before we go any further, Miss Pie, I need to address you stepping out of line, earlier, by forcing yourself upon me when we entered the room. As such, punishment is due, so you will come here, and bend over my lap."

Pinkie Pie slowly stepped forward, doing exactly as her mistress commanded, resting her plush tummy on the older mare's thighs. Harshwhinny rubbed her hand along Pinkie's panty-clad ass, paying extra attention to what felt like the other mare's vulva and testicles. "Now, you have earned yourself five spankings," she continued, rubbing her hand along a particularly wet spot in the panties, know for certain that Pinkie's pussy lay directly beneath the moist cotton. "You are to count each one, aloud. Am I clear?" Pinkie nodded. "Good."

With no further warning, a honey colored hand came down, sharply, on Pinkie's shapely rump. The young mare gasped as painful pleasure jolted through her mind. She didn't think to say anything, as her mind reeled at the sensations running up and down her spine. "I thought I told you to fucking count!" Harshwhinny yelled, spanking Pinkie again, harder this time.

"T-two!" she moaned, relishing the sting in her ass.

"Uh uh," Harshwhinny scolded, smacking the tender tush for a third time. "I don't fucking think so."

"O-one?" Pinkie whimpered, uncertain what Miss Harshwhinny wanted.

"That's a good girl," Harshwhinny cooed, running a teasing pair of fingers along the soaked cleft of Pinkie's poon. After a few seconds of this, Harshinny pulled away, again, before quickly bringing her hand back down onto Pinkie's ass.

"Two!"

*SMACK* SMACK*

"Three! Four!"

Pinkie Pie was panting heavily, tears running down her face. She was eagerly awaiting the next stinging slap on her ass, but Miss Harshwinny seemed content to rub her hand along the tender booty flesh, occasionally teasing Pinkie's pussy, plothole, and balls through her soaked underwear. "M-Miss Harshwhinny," she whimpered.

"What is it, Miss Pie?"

"Aren't..." Pinkie hesitated. "Aren't you going to give me my last spanking?"

"Hmm," Harshwhinny hummed, giving the supple ass in her hand a firm pinch, eliciting a squeak from the pink mare. "I'm not sure. Don't you think you've been punished, enough?"

"No!" Pinkie blurted. "No. No, I haven't. Four measly spanks aren't enough to get it through my head that I've been a bad filly. Besides, isn't four a weird number to leave something off at?"

Miss Harshwhinny hummed, again, looping a finger through the waistband of the cupcake patterned panties, before letting it snap back into place, resulting in another whimper from Pinkie Pie. "I suppose you're right," she said, rubbing the tender spot she had slapped seven times, already. "You were an awfully naughty filly, just kissing me like that," she continued, raising her amber hand high above her head. "A fifth spank will definitely ensure that you learned your lesson."

The slap was sudden. The room reverberated with the sound of the smacked flesh, as well as Pinkie's loud scream that the Cakes and customers downstairs surely heard. "F-five," Pinkie whimpered, tears running down her face. "Th-thank you."

"You're welcome," Harshwhinny said, curtly, pushing Pinkie from her lap, into a kneeling position on the floor. The golden brown mare spread her legs, revealing her own wet panties. "Now, then," she continued. "You are to bring me to orgasm, and you will do so without making direct contact with my marehood. Do this, and there will be a reward for you. Understood?" Pinkie nodded, enthusiastically. "Then why isn't your snout in my snatch, already?!"

Not needing to be told twice, Pinkie lunged forward, burying her face in the moist velvet, deeply inhaling the sweet, sexy scent of the other mare. Her tongue hungrily attacked the marecum soaked panties, trying her hardest to ingest as much of the addicting ambrosia as possible. She felt around the front of the panties, before finding the little nub she had been searching for. She wrapped her lips around Harshwhinny's engorged clit, and gently nibbled it.

Miss Harshwinny grabbed Pinkie Pie by the back of her dark, pink curls, and pushed her face further into her crotch. "That's good, slut," she grunted. "But surely you can do better?" Taking a hint, Pinkie reached a hand up, and inserted two of her fingers as far as she could, while having their path blocked by black cloth. "Good work, Miss Pie," Miss Harshwhinny hissed.

Pinkie Pie doubled her efforts on Miss Harshwhinny's sopping cunt. While she nibbled and sucked on Harshwhinny's love button, her hands moved between stroking the older mare's luscious legs, and rubbing against the velvet protection of her pussy and asshole. The stimulation was driving Miss Harshwhinny wild. With a growl, she shoved Pinkie Pie as deep into her crotch as she could and came, spraying her mare juices all over Pinkie's face, while the excited, submissive mare opened her mouth, wide, happily accepting the delicious treat her mistress was giving her.

Sighing as her orgasm ceased, Miss Harshwhinny let go of the pink mare, and slumped back onto the bed. "Excellent work, Miss Pie," she panted, standing up. "I trust you enjoyed the taste of my privates."

"Oh, yes, Miss Harshwhinny!" Pinkie exclaimed, excitedly. "It was so yummy!"

"Good," the businessmare replied, pulling down and stepping out of her soaked undergarments. "Because your reward for your hard work is to taste them while I fuck you," she said, shoving the wet panties into Pinkie's mouth, before pushing her onto the bed.

Pinkie Pie moaned, savoring the sticky, sweet velvet stuffed in her piehole. Miss Harshwhinny yanked Pinkie's panties off, taking a moment to look at the large bruise forming over one of the pink mare's balloon cutie marks, before throwing them into some corner of the room. She took a moment to admire the size of Pinkie's penis, before mounting the party pony, rubbing the smooth head of the pink cock against her lips. With a single motion, Miss Harshwhinny had hilted herself on Pinkie's engorged erection. Taking no time to even adjust to the enormous dick now occupying the entirety of her pussy, Miss Harshwhinny began to bounce up and down on the thick cock, moaning and groaning and it rubbed all of the right places.

Miss Harshwhinny watched as Pinkie Pie's large, D-cup tits bounced within the confines of her brassiere. While her own pair of C's were nothing to scoff at, she couldn't help but feel envious of the pink mare. She unhooked her own bra, and tossed it aside, and compared the two set of tits. While Pinkie's breasts had a youthful perkiness, hers sagged, slightly, making her feel self-conscious about her age. Harshwhinny yanked her (now flavorless) panties from Pinkie's mouth, grabbed the other mare's wrists, and made her grab hold of her tits. "Tell me you like my tits!" she commanded.

"Oh, Miss Harshwhinny," Pinkie Pie moaned, loving the wet pussy wrapped around her pink prick, and loving the boobs in her hands, just as much. "I love your boobs! They're so soft and squishy. I could play with them all day!"

Miss Harshwhinny gave a satisfied smirk, continuing to grind into the other mare. She could hear the honesty in Pinkie's tone, and she appreciated it. Being in her early forties and unmarried did make her feel unattractive, at times, and it was reassuring to know that she still had it going on.

"M-miss Harshwhinny!" Pinkie grunted. "I'm going to cum! Can I cum? Please, let me cum!"

"Go ahead, Miss Pie," Harshwhinny said, increasing the speed of her gyrations. "You may cum. You've earned it for being a good fuckslut."

With a yell, Pinkie unloaded her seed inside of Miss Harshwhinny's womb, filling the older mare to the brim. Rope after rope of sticky slime coated the inside of Harshwhinny's tight cunt. After few moments, Pinkie's orgasm ceased, and both mares collapsed, exhausted.

"So," Pinkie Pie panted. "Was a I right, or was I right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harshwhinny deadpanned.

"Oh, don't give me that," Pinkie giggled. "Your mouth may not be smiling, but your eyes definitely are."

Pinkie had a point. Miss Harshwhinny felt better than she had in years. "I suppose there was some truth to what you said, Pinkie. I guess I really did just need a good rutting."

Pinkie gasped. "Hey! You actually called me "Pinkie", and not "Miss Pie"," she said, doing a bad impersonation of Miss Harshwhinny's voice.

"Hmm, I suppose I did," Harshinny replied, pulling Pinkie and herself into a more comfortable position. She planted a quick peck on top of the other mare's head, as she cuddled her. "And I do suppose that I had a good time, tonight."

"I'm glad you did," Pinkie said, snuggling further into the other mare's embrace. "Now, how about I go downstairs, and get us a great, big bowl of ice cream topped with hot fudge?"

"That sounds lovely," Miss Harshwhinny said, as Pinkie leapt from the bed, covering herself with a sheet. The amber mare watched her hypnotic hips sway from side to side, as Pinkie slipped outside. She could definitely get used to spending more time with they hyperactive, pink, party pony.