“Ninety-eight, ninety-nine… one hundred!”

You wipe the sweat from your brow, climbing off the machine as you stretched your arms. Spending the morning working out to jumpstart your body made you sore for sure but it woke you up better than coffee. As you caught your breath, your stomach began rumbling, nagging at you for sustenance. It was a good time as any for a light breakfast of an egg white omelet.

As you gathered your fixings, you heard a few short raps on your door. Walking over, you opened it. To your surprise, it was Julia Harshwhinny, clad in her casual attire instead of her formal business wear. Strangely enough, she had a faint smile on her face as she rubbed her rotund midsection, calming the life within.

“Ms. Harshwhinny,” you greeted her.

“Mr. Crunch,” she replied. “How are you doing this morning?” She takes a look at you. Right away, she saw you clothes were damp, raising an eyebrow.

“Good. Good. Just got done with a work out. Please, come in and have a seat on the couch.” You escort her in, helping her on the couch. You couldn’t help but rub her stomach a bit, knowing that it’s your child that’s growing inside her. “Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea?”

“Just some water will do.” You did just that, getting her a glass of ice water in the kitchen. Sitting down across from her, you you kept staring at her figure being hidden by her purple sweater. Still, it wasn’t like her to make visits to her employees for casual affairs. You knew what she wanted with the games happening in less than two months. She had a job for you and used the weekend to relay some info. You had to hand it to her for being cautious and calculating. Even then, you’ve known her long enough to read her like a map.

“So, what’s the job?” you asked to which she snickered.

“Hmmm, how perceptive of you.” She giggled as she took a sip. “No wonder I value you in our… ‘relationship’. With what you did for Mrs. Rich, our budget for the games is back on track. Still, I see that a surplus represents a big boon for our endeavors. So, with the games, the Canterlot Museum of Ancient History maintains a partnership with us because of the tourism the event brings.”

“What would you like me to do?”

“It’s a simple matter really. Late noon tomorrow, I want you to oversee and sign things with the museum’s curator, Ms. Samaya North. Normally, this would be a job I usually do in person but an appointment with the doctors about my *ahem* condition leaves me unable to. With that in mind, I’ve let her know in advance that you’ll be going in my stead. You don’t need to do anything aside from a bit of talking and signing some documents with my authority. And no, you don’t need to get in her pants or anything. Just talk and sign. ”

“So, nothing else beyond that?”

“No, Mr. Crunch. She’s actually quite personable for someone in her position. I assure you that you’ll have no trouble in this assignment.”

Not that you needed any reassurance of success, what’ll happen between now and Monday was another thing. It should be a simple matter if all it involves is a bit of oratory skills and signing a few documents while being the CSG’s representative. Boring for sure, but work is work and it pays the bills.

“Ma’am, consider it done,” you replied as you helped her up from her seat.

“You know me,” Harshwhinny replied. Before you knew it, she gave you a quick peck on your lips with a sly smile on her face. “I expect results. Now, you don’t have to show up tomorrow but it’ll count for a full day of work. As always, get the job done and report to me after.”

“Yes ma’am.” You waved at her as she left your house, speeding off in her Jeep. Musing at how you were lucky to have such a great job and a softie for a boss, You thought of how things would’ve been different if you didn’t stay after school all those years ago. But it is what it is and you plan to enjoy every ounce of your fortune and success. Still, there was the matter of your hunger and demanded to be sated. As you were chopping the peppers, you did a quick glance at your clothed member, standing tall and proud.

“Crap, she always gets me all hot and bothered.”

The Next Day

It was five in the afternoon, the skies were a brilliant burnt orange and the winds were pleasantly cool. You made a took one last look at yourself in the mirror, examining your features. Everything was in place and not a single strand of hair went rogue. Putting on your suit, you dusted it off a bit and nod. Truth be told, you were never a fan of wearing suits, finding them to be stuffy. Still, you soldiered forth and took it in stride. Now was the time for work.

Driving towards the downtown area, your view was flanked by the towering buildings, reaching towards the sky. A little off in the distance, you saw your objective. It reminded you a bit of a greek temple, made with marble and pillars at its fore. You saw it many times while heading to work or while on lunch break. You’ve never been there before but there’s always a first time for everything. Though, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve traveled through time. Entering the building, you were greeted by the lady at the front desk.

“Hello, welcome to the Canterlot Museum of Ancient History. How may I help you sir?”

“Hi there,” you said, straightening your bright red tie. “I’m here on behalf of the CSC to discuss business matters with Ms. Samaya North. Can you let her know I’m here?”

“Yes sir, I’ll let her know,” she said as she picked up phone. “Ms. North? Yes, there’s some person from the CSC wan- Yes. I understand. Alright. *Click* She’ll be with you shortly, sir. Go ahead and take a seat.”

For a few minutes, you twiddle your thumbs. This was the second time you’ve been handed a responsibility of such magnitude. Failure would mean your ass is grass. Then again, you weren’t the one to disappoint. Soon, you saw a woman in a black business suit approaching. Violet eyes behind a veil of glasses, neat dark arctic blue hair in a bun and an aura of experience followed her. You knew for sure she was the woman you were expecting. She then locked her eyes on you and approached.

“So, you’re Mr.-”

“Calculus Crunch, ma’am,” you finished as she shook hands with you. “Pleased to meet you, Ms. North.”

“Nice to meet you, too. I never expected Julia’s assistant to be so… young if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Don’t worry, I get that a lot.”

“Indeed. What happened to Ms. Peachbottom?”

“Well, she… ‘switched jobs’.”

“I understand. I’ve seen how stressed she was the last few times I’ve seen her.” You got up and turned toward the rest of the museum. “So, would you like a little tour while we discuss the details?”

“Sure,” you replied, following her further into the building. Inside were various display cases that held artifacts from various time periods. You wonder how the museum was able to obtain them but they were still a sight to behold. Weapons from civilizations either long gone or from the past of others and various other things like clothing, tools and texts were on display. So much stuff to take in but so little time for you. Eventually you came across a bust of a bearded man with the inscription “The Father of History”.

“Calculus, I would like to introduce you to Herodotus,” said Samaya. “an ancient historian. We have much to thank him for what we do.”

“Sounds like he was an incredible person,” you remarked as your gaze turned away from the display. “Though, my profession is with running numbers. I’m not well versed with history.”

“I suppose we all have our faults,” she remarked as turned around. “Well anyways, let’s finish the rest of the tour before we take care of business, shall we?”

Nodding, you followed her around for another ten minutes before you arrived at her office. Like the rest of the museum, it had the same sort of design. However, it had an egyptian-styled chair made with fine wood and gold with some jewels adorning it. It looked rather odd for a museum curator to have something like that in their office. Still, it was a nice looking chair.

“So, Mr. Crunch,” Said Samaya as she sat upon it. “I trust that everything during your visit is up to par.”

“Very much so,” you replied, taking a seat. “I can tell that this place will be quite busy when the games roll around. So much to see to entertain the mind.”

“Quite,” she replied as you exchanged sets of papers, browsing over the contents within. “Hmmm, these don’t look to have changed since last time. Then again, it’s just an annual confirmation thing.” For minutes, your eyes perused the mini-stack of papers handed to you, putting your signature where needed. It was nothing new for you as your former and current positions required it large quantities. At times, you’ve found comfort in the tedium of such a thing to let your mind rest from running numbers.

“Aaannd, finished,” you muttered as you exchanged folders, standing up and shaking her hand. “I have to say this meeting has been enjoyable and productive.”

“I’m certainly glad you’ve seen it that way,” Samaya said as she waved you off. “Well, I hope you have a pleasant rest of your day.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” You made your way to the door, putting a hand on the doorknob. But, it wouldn’t turn. You tried turning it a few more times to no avail. “Locked, what gives?” Little did you know, Samaya was right behind you with a an amused smirk drawn on her face. Within an instant, she gently turned you around and pinned you against the wall, pulling you to her face by your tie. From what her half-closed eyes spelled, you knew what she wanted. What was surprising was that you never suspected her to make a move of that nature. “Wh-What’s going on here?”

“Come on now, Mr. Crunch,” she moans as she presses herself against you. “I’ve been checking you out since our time here. Did you really think you would get away before we’ve had some… one-on-one time?” Licking her lips, she planted hers on yours in a way that felt forceful yet silky smooth. Clearly, she had experience but more so than the others before. The kiss soon broke, leaving a strand of saliva. “Mmmmm, what a nice example of a man you are, by this era’s standards.”

“Era?” you gasped. “What are you talking about?” Samaya took your hand in hers and led you to your chair, forcing you to sit down before having you remove your coat and shirt. Her eyes opened wide as she marveled at your physique, nicely toned pecs and all.

“My my, what an excellent body,” she mused as she reached into a drawer. “I honestly can’t quantify the many times I’ve engaged in moments of lust. But, it’s been millennia that I’ve been having those moments…” She pulls out two pairs of handcuffs, smiling lustfully at their sight. “And two centuries since my last.”

“Though I’m not opposed to some bondage, what did you mean by centuries and millennia? What is going on here?”

“Shhhhh,” she whispered as she cuffed your arms to the chair. Struggle as you would, you knew you weren’t going anywhere. “I suppose I should tell you the truth. But, let me get more comfortable first.”

Disappearing into her private bathroom, it felt like a fourth of an hour that Samaya’s been in there. As you wondered what she was up to, the door opens and out came Samaya, clad in some new garb and holding a cup of something. She wore a white silk bra that was held up by a lace around her neck, covering her D-Cup mounds. Her panties were also of the same make, covered by a see through skirt. Gone was her hairbun as it was now flowing, covered by a gold-headed white headdress. One could say that they would go blind from staring at such a fine display of beauty.

“Goddess...” You muttered to her to laughter.

“No,” she replied as she got closer. “but I’m a close second.” She danced and sashayed her hips. As she got closer, your spire began to rise tall and proud. Clearly she was amused by the sight and licked her lips in anticipation.

“Ms. North, what is this?”

“Oh yes,” Samaya said as she put the cup on the desk. “That is merely a pseudonym I use in this day and age. My real name… is Somnambula, former high priestess of Cyrus The Great.”
You were in shock at what she said. For the hour you’ve had to know her, it was all a smokescreen. “Is there something wrong? Do you not believe me?”

"How are you in your thirties if you claim to be thousands of years old?"

"I'm glad you've asked. As per my covenant with King Cyrus, I also became his chief explorer. During a trip to Egypt, I was a bit careless and fell into a hole. Waking up in some cave, I found myself in front of deposit of water which radiated some strange energy. Me being thirsty at the time, I took a handful and it rejuvenated my youth to my prime. As a result, I never grew older beyond 33 years of age. However, I knew the dangers of such a discovery and made sure that the water's existence was lost to history. From there, I made it my calling to preserve the history of the world and its nations."

At first you were in disbelief at her being thousands of years old and still look to be in her 30’s. Then again, you were accustomed to the stranger things of the universe like time traveling and being your friend’s father as a result. Even then, something in your gut tells you that she spoke truth.

“Well, let’s just say that I’m used to the strange and unusual,” you answered. “Quite honestly, I’m familiar with the past so to say.” She answered back with a smirk on her face.

“How so?”

“It’s a long story, and an embarrassing one.”

“If there is anything I’ve learned in my long life is to know when something is best left unasked.” She once again held the cup in her hands and held it in front of you. “Sometimes, it’s best to just enjoy life as is.” Your nose caught the scent of the liquid. It smelt vaguely of lavender and honey. It was pleasant yet you knew not what it was. “Here, drink. It’ll come in handy for what we’re about to do.”

“What is that stuff?” you asked with a shudder. “The last time I’ve ingested something strange, I hallucinated like mad.”

“I understand your tension but there’s no need to fret. This mixture enhances your sexual desire. That’s all it does.” Holding it to your lips, she tipped the cup as you opened your mouth. Like what it smelled, the liquid had the faint flavor of honey but passable enough for you to drink it all. The effects immediately became apparent as your loins grew hot and your member and balls ached yet you felt nowhere near close to cumming. Looking down, Somnambula swiftly undoes your belt and pulls down your lower garments. The look of surprise as she nearly got slapped by your cock made you chuckle internally but it was clear that she was impressed by its size.

“Dear Hathor,” she gasped in awe. “Your girth… impressive.” Her hand begins to caress your length. The skin to skin contact made it shiver and quiver, sending jolts of pleasure through your nervous system. Your reaction hasn’t evaded the attention of Somnambula. “Heh, your reaction is so priceless. It reminds me of the many men I’ve been with over the years like Herodotus. The look he gave me was utterly priceless.”

“Sounds like you have experience,” you replied with fascination. Though you’ve been with many women in your life, you’ve felt outclassed by the woman before you. For the first time, your experience pales in comparison. Somnambula then straddles your lap and began the most erotic dance you’ve seen. Brushing her clothed breasts against your face, sliding her hands all around her body and grinding her crotch on your pole, your loins felt more and more sensitive by the minute. It almost felt that your orgasm was due to arrive but it didn’t, only fueling your desire of the immortal woman dancing on you. As much as you wanted, you couldn’t touch her beautiful form as your wrists were chained to the chair. For now, all you could do is enjoy the show.

“Jesus, how are you this good?” you asked

“That would be the story of a thousand lifetimes,” quipped Somnambula as she got off your lap. Her arms snaked to her back as she danced her hips around. “Now, let me show you beauty that is the envy of women.” With an audible click, her entire dress comes undone. Now, you got a good view of ancient beauty unveiled by clothing. Her nethers clearly dripped with arousal, hungering for your meat. You were left speechless at the sight but unable to touch.

She knelt between your legs, breathing upon your quivering erection. It didn’t take many synapses to guess what her intentions were as she took your spear into her mouth. However, she sucked slowly yet sensually. Her inumerable years of experience shined brightly as she went about her work. It felt glorious and heavenly. As much as you wanted to cum, you couldn’t. You suspect it had something to do with the potion she made you drink. Still, the experience felt more incredible than you originally thought. You endured minutes of her sucking until she popped it out of her mouth with a confused look on her face.

“Hmmm, your stamina is higher than I expected,” Somnambula mused, stradling you once more, placing the tip of your cock at her wet entrance. “But, you will cum before I do.” Cupping your head in her hands, Somnambula lays another kiss on your lips, swiftly invading your mouth with her tongue. The desire to hold her naked form close was maddening but her body was pleasurable nonetheless. She exited the kiss, allowing you to breathe before she made her next move.

Somnambula impaled herself on your quivering cock, parting her lower lips. Strangely enough, she barely made any noise apart from a nearly silent moan. She was well familiar with carnal pleasure and today was the first time in years she’ll experience it again. Taking a moment to process the pleasure, she takes your chained hands in hers and began to ride you. She started in a slow and fluid motion, never skipping a beat. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. Every bounce she picked up her speed. Every rise in tempo was met with an equal increase of her moans and squeals. She was enjoying this more than you did. Nay, she craved it.

Then, you began to feel her inner walls clamp around your shaft as it began to convulse. You felt like letting go and blowing your load. However, Somnambula felt that you needed some extra stimulation. Bringing her mouth to the nape of your neck, Somnambula bit down and began sucking. Though you felt pain, it was short lived and replaced by rapturous pleasure, pulsing intensely throughout your nervous system.

That was it, the one thing that sent you over the edge. Your package quivered and writhed as your cock let forth an eruption of your cum. Somnambula felt the rush of heat as your seed filled her insides, further clamping down to ensure that you’re milked to your every ounce. With a loud yelp, Somnambula’s orgasm came with a vengeance, soaking your crotch and filling the ambient air with a musky scent. She rode out her orgasm until it began to die down, falling limp but still lucid. The moment she freed you from the cuffs let the beast within you free as you held her tight and kissed her passionately. It felt good to finally touch pure beauty.

“Calculus,” Somnambula moaned as she ran a hand across your cheek. “You were the first to pleasure me after all these centuries. I’m glad you’ve made me feel that... good.”

“And yeesh, you gave me a run for my money,” you shot back, rubbing her back and firm ass. For a woman with years of sexual experience that dwarfed yours, it was amazing, reminding you of losing your virginity to Dean Cadence. It felt like that all over again and you enjoyed every minute of the afterglow while caressing her body. But as your mind refocused, your eyes were directed towards the clock and it read 9 PM. “Holy shit, it’s 9!”

“The museum usually closes at 11.” Somnambula said as she got off you. “I think it’s best if you left now and we can avoid any risk of suspicion.”

You entered the bathroom with Somnambula, cleaning each other to erase any hint of your earlier deed. Sadly, as much as you wanted another round, she said it wasn’t a good idea. After a moment of washing yourself, you donned your suit once more with barely anything out of place.

“I suppose this concludes our *ahem* meeting,” Somnambula said, handing you your briefcase with the paperwork. “I may require your services again soon.”

“Well, it’ll have to be discreet, Somnambula.” The utterance of her real name earned you a quick but delightful kiss from her. With a wave, you bid your farewells and walked out of the museum, acting like nothing happened but intent on remembering the experience. As you drove away, hitting an empty intersection, you made a quick adjustment to your front mirror before the light turned green.

At the corner of your eye as you began to move, a truck darted toward you. You had not enough time before it made impact with your car and sending you crashing against a nearby wall. The shock of the impact was enough to render you unconscious with a good knock to the head, turning your vision black and rendering the world silent.

Author's Note

Well, I came and delivered. Here's a new chapter about an ancient beauty. As for what's going to happen with Calc, no need to worry. The next chapter will put you at ease. Stay tuned and enjoy.