Control

That moment when everything turned.

The Neigh Yorker was one of the largest and most prominent papers in Manehattan, and to a level even in Equestria as a whole. It's editorial office and HQ was placed in a skyscraper at the corner of 9th and 36th, which it shared with a marketing firm, a pizza place and a factory for prostheses. The HQ included the top fifteen floors, starting at seventeen with the reception and ended on thirtytwo with the gym and their very own Thin & Expensive Coffee shop. And on the 27th floor, there was a small office with the name "Alsesta Grandeur" on the door.

It wasn’t much to the world, and yet, this was the publication’s food department. Alsesta Grandeur ran her four pages mostly by herself, only with the assistance of a photographer from time to time. In here, she created magic using only a pen and a typewriter. The room was, not surprisingly, sparsely furnished. A desk with the mentioned typewriter, a surprisingly comfortable chair, a waste paper bin and a coffee machine was the whole (if you didn’t count the food bowls on the floor for the large Doberman that usually filled up the room). Alsesta did most of her work at home or on location, but two days of the week she spent here, transcribing her articles or drinking pitch black coffee and looking out over her town. Especially on rainy days. Journalism was a tough business. But she was a tough mare. But that didn’t mean she spent all her time in her room, no. Two days of the week was enough. It was not like they owned her or anything.

Today was a full working day, and the smattering from the typewriter filled the room. She had been slacking of some lately due to the antics of a mare who apparently had decided that she wanted to be a part of her life. Four days ago they woke up together in the same bed, and because of that, Alsesta was now spending her third day in a row at her office. She wasn’t avoiding her or anything, it was just… Work. yes. And she had three reviews and two articles to do. She could of course do them next week… But Alsesta Grandeur was not tardy!

She had one reason, and one reason only to stay at Fransbrötchens place. That hard mattress of hers had done wonders to her back. Yes. The other things that happened were just a coincidence. Perhaps she should go over to see her on Friday. Or Saturday. Or Sunday. Not to get her hopes up or that she was having some urges, just for the chance to sleep better. Yes.

She was halfway through the second review when there was a knock on the door and her editor-in-chief entered the room without waiting for permission. Despite mostly handling herself, Alsesta was technically a part of the staff for lifestyle and housekeeping, and her boss was a mare named Stew What, who didn't know smack about food. And therefore, Alsesta despised her, naturally.

"Zesty! Great! Just the mare I was looking for!"

"Don't. call. me. Zesty. And, yes, here I am. Now that you found me, please leave."

"Zesty, Zesty, Zesty! My mare Zesty! You’re full of surprises! It’s just like you, to not say a word and surprise us just like that! I tell you, the directors are over the top about this! I tell you, there will be a fat bonus waiting for you this month. Four numbers."

Alsesta stared at her. "Bonus? For what? ...Did my warning against visiting "the Tasty Treat" save that many lives from dead tastebuds?"

Stew laughed her boasting stupid laugh. "Ha! You know, Zesty, you can be really funny when you put your mind to it. Come on, don’t be modest! You know!”

“I can’t say I do, no.”

“Alright, alright, let’s ‘pretend’, shall we. Typically Zesty. Well, I’ll say it straight, you saved the day! Or rather, the weekend. Thanks to you, our weekend special will sell like salt stones in June! "

Alsesta looked sceptical. "What have I done?"

Stew slapped her on her shoulder, rather hard. "Come on now, Zesty! She told us that all about how you persuaded her to do it! To be honest, I almost fell out of my chair when she said your name. How do YOU know HER?"

Alsesta stared at her boss with empty eyes. She had absolutely no idea whatsoever what she was talking about. And who was She...?

She. Of course. Then everything fell into place. There was only two mares she knew of with enough reputation to be referred to simply as "she”. One was a princess... And the other was the reason she had spent three days at the office instead of her apartment.

"Holy Saint Megan… Please don’t tell me it is Fra...Photo Finish?"

"Silly! Of course it is! Do you have any idea how big this is? Photo Finish giving US an exclusive set of pictures? This is a sensation! Clothes by Miss Pommel and Rarity Belle, and modelled by our own star reporters! She will call it 'front page cover extraordinaire'. This is better than our Hearts and Hooves special Q&A with Princess Cadence! Well, gotta run! Can't let her wait! Or ‘She goes!’ She really is something else. Whatever your connection is, be sure to use it again and you might even get a secretary!"

And she was gone.

Like she would need a secretary. So, Fransbrötchen was in the building now? ...If she worked hard, she would get one article done and then she could take a cart and be gone in half an hour. But somewhere inside her was this nagging wish to look at her. A bit at least. And so, Alsesta found herself in the elevator on its way to the 30th floor where the newsroom was. It was the place in the building with the largest windows and the whole Manehattan skyline behind it. No guess there on where the shoot would take place. She was busy, but five minutes she could afford, just looking.

And sure enough, there she was, surrounded by her assistants and with her camera around her neck. Alsesta hid behind a hibiscus and looked at her. Brash and loud as she always was in private, there was a difference between Fransbrötchen and Photo Finish. Fransie was just loud, Photo barked.

"More make up! Too much! Not enough! Too much! Enough! And pose! And pose! Ah yes, I, Photo Finish will create… ze magicks here in zis very room! NEIN! Lower ze arm! No, ze other arm! No ze other arm! Yes! Yes! Yes! NEIN! Zis is not some kind of fashion show! Hold zat position! Zis is ze life here! Ze action! Ze drama! Ze intrigues! Ze passion! YES! Like zat! NEIN! BEWEGEN SIE NICHT! JA! JA! JA! ENOUGH! Where is my coffee? More milk! ENOUGH! NEXT!"

Alsesta turned around and left. She had seen enough. "Good thing she keeps that side away from home," she muttered to herself. There was nothing likable in that barking and demanding attitude. Nothing at all. Nothing that made her cheeks blush. No. Nope. And that dress she wore… that provoking combination of black, white and pink, and that really slim skirt, with only a small hole for her tail... combined with some really edgy stockings… Coffee. She needed coffee. Now.

Back into the safe and quietness of her office she poured another cup of coffee and sat down. She could still escape. There was the possibility that she didn’t know where she worked… Oh, stop being stupid! Of course she know where I work! Why else would she be here. And arrange a photo session! Just to show off… Stupid mare. Automatically her fingers began to move over the typewriter, only waiting for the inevitable.

And after 45 minutes, it came. There was another knock on the door, and again she didn’t wait for permission to enter. Alsesta frowned. "What is it now, Stew..." But of course it wasn't Stew.

"Hallo liebchen... Such a nice office you have!"

Alsesta stared at the flamboyant image in the doorway. She wore exactly the same clothes, only the sunglasses were off. She swallowed and managed to answer pretty clear. "Fransie? What are you doing here?"

"Ah, why do jo ask? I saw you before when you tried to be discreet..." She put a hand on Alsesta’s neck and kissed her forehead. “You know why…”

Alsesta blushed. "Yes, well... I meant here, now?"

"It has been some days, liebchen. I missed you. I wanted to see you.”

“You could have called.”

“You haven’t given me your number. But I knew where you worked so… here I went.”

“Yes, with all your entourage. You could have just come here, you know?”

Fransbrötchen placed her hand on her chest in an indignant way. “And let the whole world know that PHOTO FINISH was here to see the great Alsesta Grandeur? The scandal! And you wouldn’t like it…”

“Beg your pardon?”

“SO! I decided to come here, big style. This way no pony would guess that I’m here to see you…”

“You said that I persuaded you to come here!”

“And you did! By not responding to me, you made me come to you! What else could I do?”

Alesta raised a finger, but found herself without words that descirbed what she felt, and let the hand fall down.

“No, I wanted to make an impression! And I wanted... you."

Quick as a weasel she had one hand inside of Alsesta’s shirt and began to unbutton it. She swung her leg over Alsesta and straddled her before she had the chance to react but now she caught Fransie’s hand. "What are you... stop!"

"Liebchen. ..You didn’t mind when I touched you last Saturday...or the week before… and that time on the couch…”

Alsesta’s mind had a fight with a completely different part of her body regarding the response. In the end it was a draw and her answer was "Well... no, but... this is my office! You can’t..."

"So? Nopony tells Photo finish what to do and not… "

"Please, Fransie… I'm not... wearing a bra..." It was true. She had skipped that part of her outfit this morning, knowing she would be indoors the whole day. And she hoped there was some normal decency in Fransbrötchen.

Fransbrötchen smiled. There was evil behind that smile, Alsesta was sure about it. "Well, that's good." She leaned forward and whispered, "Because I am not wearing any panties..."

She took Alsesta’s free hand and led it in under her dress and between her legs. It was warm and moist. "Fransie... you..."

She leaned even closer. "I want you, engelchen. I need you. Please, love me. Love me now."

Alsesta stammered. "But... but... this is an office! I... I have nothing to…”

"Wrong, mein liebchen. You are here. And your fingers are exactly where they should be. Just don't move them. I will do ze rest..."
And then she began to slowly grind her pelvis against Alsesta’s thighs and fingers. She placed her hands behind her, on Alsesta’s knees, for support. And then she pushed. Aslesta found her fingers sliding inside and out of her lover without herself having to move an inch. Fransie had her mouth half-open, and she breathed heavily.

“Mmmm...yes...yes...Zis is good, Engelchen. You are so hard… so stiff…”

“They’re fingers, Fransie… They usually are.”

“Ah, yes, mein engelchen...Mmmm… and zat’s why a stallion...Ah...has nothing on….mmmm...you…”

Alsesta could only look as Fransie began to rock her body faster and harder against her fingers, as if she wanted her whole hand inside her. To her slight irritation, she found herself getting more and more excited.

“Do you like...to watch me...engelchen? Do you like… to see your mare...zis aroused?”

“Fransie...I…

“LIAR! Whatever you were going to tell me was a lie! You are getting excited! Admit it! ADMIT IT! AH AH YES! DEEPER!”

She raised her left hand to her chest, and pulled down her dress. She had no bra either, Alsesta could see. She began to caress her breast rather violently. And then she grabbed Alesta by the neck and pulled her closer. “Zuck it.”

“What?”

“Zuck on my teat, engelchen… I want you to zuck really good and hard… Kiss it, bite it...do whatever you want...but please do it now!”

For a single moment Alsesta was shaken by an inner crisis. She ought to throw this intruder out. Show her how little she meant to her and how extremely rude it was to just rush inside and take advantage of her.

What she did was to place her arm around Fransie and slightly tug her tail. And place small, quick kisses on her teats. And then she tugged her tail a bit harder.

“AH! JO NAUGHTY, FILTHY MARE! YOU WILL…” But then, Fransbrötchen found herself silenced with a kiss.

“Do you want my colleagues to hear? Do you want your staff to know?” Fransbrötchen shook her head. “Good. Then you be a good filly and keep. It. down.

Photo Finish was annoyed at the remark. As if this mare could give her orders. But Fransbrötchen had to admit that she had a point. Plus it was exciting… the thrill of maybe getting caught, trying to stay quiet. It turned her on even more. The following moments were much quieter, but not less intense. Fransbrötchen’s movements with her hips grew so strong that the chair began to rock. She leaned her head forward and kissed Alesesta. And then she whispered:

“Engelchen… touch yourself.”

“Whu?”

“Touch yourself...I want you to...mmm… cum at ze same time as...me...please…”

Alsesta did not hesitate and her hand was under her waistband before she could blink. Fransbrötchen noticed with a coy smile that Alsesta had been more aroused than she had wanted to admit, because the moments her fingers touched her flower, she closed her eyes and began to pant as hard as Fransbrötchen. But she stayed quiet.

For some more minutes, there was only the creaking of the chair and the heavy breaths of two older mares banging the shit out of each other.

And then…

“Fransie… I… I… Oh no…”

“I’m close...I’m so close… Come for me, Engelchen...Come for me…”

“No way… We said...the same time...and I… Am… a mare of my… WORD! OH crap! Oh crap crap craaaaaap!!

“AH! AH! AH MEIN Gott mein Celestia! Aaaaa….”

And then, all was silence again.

...

Fransbrötchen left Alsesta 15 minutes later. She sat completely still in her chair, just staring, with one hand down her pants. She kept that exact position even three hours later when the cleaner passed. First she shouted at him. Then she went to the bathroom to wash her hands. Then she got herself another cup of coffee. With lots of milk and sugar this time. Screw decorum! She made her decision, she was going to give it. Might as well do it completely. She walked over to the next office, where she lifted the receiver and rang a certain number.

“Hello, Fransbrötchen… It’s me… My number is 487634 and… there is this new Neighapolitan place down at 23rd… I was going to test it tonight and… the table is for two… it would be a waste to not… and the Paper is paying… what? No, it would just be convenient… But... But… Yes, but...“

She looked at the wall in silence, and then, almost whispering she said: “Fransbrötchen… would you like to dine with me tonight?”