For some people, the thought of waiting months for anything was unfathomable. Degrees of patience can only go so far. Yet, any sort of effort always bears fruit at the end of a long road. For you and your boss Ms. Harshwhinny, it meant two things: getting the Canterlot Games set up and the end of her pregnancy. Harshwhinny wasn’t concerned about the games in the slightest. She knew everything she set to accomplish in that regard was in order, thanks in no small part to you. As for her pregnancy, you noticed her getting progressively worried about it as the clock ticked down to zero hour. She worried whether or not she would be a great mother or whether her child would grow strong and happy, but with all the private time you’ve spent with her, she seemed to calm down a bit. All in all, you were excited to see your efforts bear fruit.

You walked into the office, silent with the exception of a few murmurs about the events due to happen in the next couple hours. Everyone was excited and relieved that they could catch a break for the time being. Seeing their favorite athletes come into town and perform various physical feats and games brought them inspiration. You smiled and sighed as the workplace was calm for a change.

Opening the oh so familiar doors to her office, you were greeted by the sight of Ms. Harshwhinny, signing some papers. As she finished, she relaxed for while rubbing her rotund midsection with the warmest smile you’ve seen her wear. From the looks of it, she’s eager to see her child. It wasn’t until you closed the door that she noticed your presence, turning to you with the same look.

“So, Mr. Crunch,” she said. “All those months of preparation have led us to the culmination of our toil.” She got up from her seat, struggling to do so from her condition. She was eight months and three weeks along but she manages it through the sheer force of will. Waddling over, she shook your hand but soon pulled you into a hug. You took great care to not squash her belly or hurt it in any way. “And you sir… have been a great help to me.”

“Well, I set do what you said and as well as I could,” you replied. “I have to say… you’ve been a good boss.”

“Always with the flattery. So, no doubt you’re excited like some of the people in the office.”

“To be honest, I’ve never been one for sports. Maybe hockey. But yeah, it’s certainly exciting to see the games happen. Not wild about the traffic congestion though.” Harshwhinny lets out a slight snicker before resting a hand on your shoulder.

“If there’s one thing I can do without, it’s your sense of humor,” she deadpans before her smile comes back. “So, since I’ll be observing the events despite my *ahem* condition, you’ll be attending with me. You may leave anytime between now and twelve, but be there when I am.”

“Yes, Julia.” With a kiss to your cheek, she dismisses you. You sat in your office, playing Tetris like a slacker. It was one of those easy days and no one did anything. When the clock struck 10:30, you decided to go, hopping in your Jaguar and further into the city. Fortunately, the traffic didn’t get too bad. When you arrived at the stadium, you were treated like a VIP, odd yet empowering. Being the assistant of the boss has its perks and boy were they good.

You walked the halls of the stadium with some of the high-ranked employees following you. Everything was set and in place as they should and barely anything was out of place. The athletes and sports teams were all doing some warm ups as they prepare to push their bodies to the limit. Once the inspection was complete, all you had to do was wait for Harshwhinny to arrive and the events to begin.

It was 1PM and the games began in earnest. With a brief speech from Harshwhinny, the first event, pole vaulting, started. From the stands, you got a bird's eye view of people using momentum and gravity to hoist themselves into the air above a pole. It was a sight to behold and the mechanics, even more so. Once the medal winners were declared, the next event began: track running. Eight people were lined up and in a posture to work their lungs to extreme levels. It reminded you of the times you spent running the local college track for the sake of cardio. From the looks of things, they were going to get a weeks worth.

“Hmmm, my darling Spitfire has been pushing her body hard for this day,” said a feminine voice from behind. Turning around, a woman walked to your side. She had a darker set of hair than the one down there she called Spitfire. Nice hourglass figure and wearing jean shorts with a tank top, it was hard not to take a prolonged glance at her. “She never misses her mark, but there comes a time for her body to rest.”

“You always go to her events?” you asked.

“I always do. I was once like her, but the callings of motherhood told me to take it slow. But still, she idolized me.”

“You really are proud of your daughter, Ms.-”

“Stormy Flare, Mr-”

“Calculus Crunch, Ma’am,” you said as you shook her hand. Stormy had an oddly tight grip strength. It was amusing, making you wonder if he broke a poor man’s hand at one point with such strength. The aura she gave off was youthful, athletic, with notes of experience. Right off the bat, you knew her chest pillows were a solid DD-Cup with some decently toned muscles. Even in her age, Stormy treated her body right.

“Hmmm, with a name like that, you gotta have some impressive noodle in that skull of yours yet…” Stormy looked up and down your body with bewilderment. “...you have a nice body. How?”

“Well, I came to believe a healthy body and mind go hand in hand. Plus, my folks got me on various sports teams in high school, worried that I was going to delve into drugs.”

“I see. Nice.”

“You don’t have such a bad body yourself either, Stormy.” Though you didn’t see it as you looked down towards the track, Stormy blushed at your compliment. Those words of yours filled her with thoughts of lust. She imagined you naked, thirsting over your nicely toned body. As much as she wanted to tear off her clothes, mount you, and bounce on your knob in full view of hundreds, Stormy was a woman of patience. All she had to do was ask.

“That’s alright,” you said, snapping her out of her trance. “I’ve been stared at often by many women. It’s not a big deal.”

“How did you know?”

“I know that I’m attractive. I’ve caught many women giving me looks. I’m used to it. In fact, I don’t mind it.”

“Such confidence, that sort of thing can turn a woman on.”

“Really now?”

“It certainly has for me,” she whispered in your ear. Though it gave you goosebumps, you remained calm as a british royal guard. “Tell you what, I know of an unused gym in this place. “How about we head there and you can show me what you can do?”

Well well, another woman steps up to the plate… or rather, your dick. Athletic and spunky, it was certainly enough to give you one hell of a raging stiffy. Being one for sports, she certainly has attitude and an abundance of energy to spare. What she had planned for you was unknown, but you hoped you could keep up. You sorely hate to disappoint.

“Are you sure we won’t get caught? Are you absolutely sure?” You asked.

“I have enough tricks up my sleeves, so don’t you worry.” She then walked towards the exit for the rows, gesturing with her head for you to follow. Shrugging, you followed her down the halls and down a flight of stairs. To your relief, no one noticed the two of you. Whether it was luck or some other cosmic force remained to be seen. Eventually, you stopped at a door leading to a gym room. Inside, it reminded you of your setup at home. Weight stations, bikes, and ellipticals galore; it was like a candy store for you.

“Even my home gym pales in comparison to this,” you muttered as Stormy closed the door.

“I remembered working out here during the height of my career.” She snickered, walking in front of you and shaking her ass. “So many memories, but let’s focus on the present. Strip.”

“What?” You asked as your eyes shot wide open. “Now? Shouldn’t there be at least a bit of making out?”

“I’m not the one that likes waiting. Strip. Now.”

Nodding, you started to strip out of your Armani suit, from the coat and to your shoes until all you were wearing were your boxers. As always, you were aroused over something so kinky, getting half-naked in such a public place. A devious smirk drew on Stormy’s face, admiring your physique. Her nethers tingled with excitement and her mouth started to water with hunger. Noticing the bulge in your boxers, she wanted to see the whole thing.

“Now your boxers,” she commanded as she removed her shirt to reveal her red colored bra. “Come on, I wanna see how big you are.” You removed your boxers, letting your erection spring out of its prison. Stormy Flare was in awe at the size of your girth, but never paused removing her bra and panties. As she removed the latter, she briefly rubbed her hairy folds to heighten her arousal. Her lust climbed to unfathomable levels. But as much as she wanted to slob on your knob then and there, she had other plans. She wanted to test something out.

“Now, come to the bench press station.”

“For what?”

“I’ve heard of this study where a man did a bench press while a woman sat on his lap. According to what was said, his testosterone increased, giving more strength and will to lift. I wanna put that to the test.”

“If you say so, Stormy,” you said as you laid on the bench. To your surprise, Stormy set four 20lb weights on. The highest you benched was 140 and you sweated at the thought of it. But, you liked to push the envelope and improve. After the weights were set, Stormy straddled your lap with her vulva making contact with your cock, but not penetrating. As you brought the bar to your chest, you worried that you were going to tire easily. However, like a fire coursing through your veins, a surge of testosterone filled you with power and stamina. Gripping the bar, you began to lift as Stormy ground against your tool.

“Bench fifty, Calc,” moaned Stormy. “You’re doing great! Show me what you’re made of!” You knew then and there what she wanted to test you for: physical strength and sexual stamina. Not being a slouch in either department, you were up for the challenge. With each and every pass, your cock pulsed with pleasure, motivating you to keep lifting. Oh boy, you were going to be a bit sore after all that, but not close to cumming.

“48… 49… 50!” With a bit of struggle, you set the bar back on the holder. Panting a bit before sitting up, Stormy Flare gave you a smirk, indicative of impressed. “So, how was that?”

“Not bad, not bad,” she replied, climbing off your lap. “I see that the study was true after all. You performed quite admirably, but I wanna try something else.”

“Like what?”

“To the butterfly machine, egghead.”

You had such a machine at home, always doing a bit of it every workout day. It was one of the reasons you had such impressive pecs that bring the women running. Doing it would be a slight issue as you were a bit tired from moments ago. Still, you had plenty of stamina to spare and you weren’t gonna back down from this challenge. Stormy Flare wanted to know how long you’ll last and by god, you shall.

Sitting on the station, you gripped the handle bars as Stormy set the weights. To your surprise, it was the third highest setting, something you’ve done before. Finally, you were going to get something that won’t throw your achy arms further into pain. But what Stormy Flare wanted to do caught you a bit off guard.

“Hmmm, all that grinding my flower on your tool got me curious.” She muttered as she gripped your quaking member, stroking it rather quickly. “I wonder how it tastes. If you manage sixty reps before you cum, I’ll let you in my snatch. Deal?”

“Hell yes!” you groaned as her mouth slowly enveloped your cock. Starting the exercise, you slowly lifted, still winded from the benching, but the surge of testosterone gave you a much needed boost of strength. It was odd how such a thing would work in your favor as she sucked you off like it was the last thing she would ever do. Combined with earlier, you found the blowjob slowly bringing you to the edge and there was nothing you could do but finish before she finished you. If her moaning was any indication, she was clearly schlicking.

“51, 52, 53,” You felt yourself getting closer and closer. “54, 55, 56,” Your orgasm was imminent and you were nearly done. Bracing your arms, you prepared for one final effort. “57 58 59 60!” You were done, arms sore and sweaty. You cock quivered eagerly as it was nearly close. With a light tap to her head, Stormy disengaged and jerked you off furiously as your climax began. A barrage of your cum landed on her breasts, coating it in a sticky white. The feeling was much more intense than the last time and never did you think that a blowjob while working out would feel so invigorating. Yeah, science bitches.

“Good fucking god,” you wheezed, wiping some sweat from your brow. “Talk about putting me through a ringer.”

“Indeed,” Stormy moaned as she got up. “I have to say… you can withstand quite a bit.” She then heads to the adjacent shower room and turns on a shower head. The way she danced around, letting the water drip from her hair and down to her breasts was an erection inducing sight. Recovering and mustering enough strength, you joined her as she played with her breasts. Quickly taking her into your arms, you stuck the first kiss between the two of you. She had her fun being in charge and now it was your turn.

Lifting her up and supporting her legs, you penetrated her honeypot, still lubed up from her self pleasuring. She was a bit loose, but it didn’t subtract how good she felt inside. In and out, your turgid member made her moan almost as loud as a banshee, even making a face that nearly made you burst out laughing. She was completely lost, mind focusing purely on sex and nothing else. Lord only knows how long she’s been without any action or was left unsatisfied. Her being full of energy has made this latest round of sex for you a rather exciting adventure.

As mighty as you were known to be, you had to cum sooner or later. Neither of you cared who would cum first at that point; it felt too damned great. Just the rush of doing it in a place with a noticeable danger for getting caught was an adrenaline rush in and of itself. Soon, your vision turned white as the rush of your orgasm came at the speed of a train. Holding onto her with all your strength, you made sure that every drop of your seed filled her, even to the brim. Pulsing quivering, your spear continued to shoot every last bit of its load until your balls were empty and you left short of breath.

“Je-sus,” you gasped as you slowly came to your senses. Stormy Flare was left exhausted, leaning against a wall as she struggled to get her footing in order. Even as an exhausted mess, she was still hella hot.

“Though it’s a bit cliche, this was the best I had in years.” Stormy breathed as she recovered. “By the way, how was I?”

“Fucking incredible. But how are we going to clean up? Wouldn’t people eventually find out about this?”

“You needn’t worry about that. I have my ways… and a bit of hush money from my royalties. Now go, wash up and get out of here. Don’t worry about me, I’ll take care of things here.”

With a brief scrub down and getting back in your suit, you looked almost like what you did when you arrived. With the exception of a few damp spots here and there and slight exhaustion, others would hardly notice what transpired. Walking back to the arena, the soccer portion was in its third quarter with both teams tied. From what you could gather, it was an intense game. Walking back to Ms. Harshwhinny’s suite, you saw her cheering for her favorite team from Manehattan, a sight you rarely see and especially this passionate.

“Yeah, go Falcons! Wooooo!” She cheered as you walked in. Looking at you with blushed embarrassment, she chuckles before giving you a hug. “Sorry you had to see that. We all get passionate about sports.”

“No worries, it’s just that I rarely see you this excited,” you replied.

“Not everyone defaults automatically to one emotion.” You walked beside her and watched the game with her. Her eyes were fixed to the field as the players kicked the ball around. “It feels liberating to watch the fruits of your work, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, all that work and here we are, seeing the results before our eyes.”

“Yeah, and I have to say… Tha-” Her eyes darted back to the field, just in time to see her favorite team score a goal. Her eyes widened as a jubilous smile formed on her face. “YEAH, GO FAL-*Urgh!*” She staggers back, holding onto the railing while clutching her belly. Her face told you she was in a lot of pain. When you rushed over to see what was wrong, noticing a puddle of liquid beneath her gave you your answer. You felt that it would take too long for an ambulance to pick up a woman in labor. Allowing her to lean on your shoulder, you escorted her out of the suite.

“Out of the way! Move it! Move it! Woman in labor! One side!” You shouted repeatedly as you helped her through a small crowd and out of the stadium. Helping her into your car, you drove off and away from the area and towards the nearby hospital, all the while your heart was pounding immensely. You took care to avoid as traffic violations that you could as you took a fast route to the hospital. Once parked, you helped her out to which some nearby workers noticed and helped her in, cursing as she was wheeled off. Now, all you had to do was sign some paperwork, a staple of your occupation.

After all the paperwork was done and signed, you were directed to the room she was taken to. Unfortunately, you couldn’t come in while they were delivering the child. Sitting in the waiting room was a real drag, but your music library kept you for a time. During the wait, you were anxious, wondering what’ll go wrong. All those thoughts made your heart jump about as you feared the worst: either her losing her child or you losing your boss. Seconds became minutes and then hours as the clock ticked about before a nurse stepped in.

“Mr. Crunch?” She called you as you got up.

“How is she, nurse?” You asked before she gave a slight smile, gesturing you to follow her. Before entering the room, you drew a big breath and braced yourself. To your surprise, you were greeted by a most beautiful sight. Harshwhinny laid in her bed, cradling a bundle that sheltered her child. The exhausted and calm smile, combined with that motherly radiance, was a peaceful sight to behold. You walked over as she noticed your approach, sighing with relief.

“It’s a son, Calc,” she whispered, “I have a son.” You looked on at the infant as it slept peacefully in the bundle. He looked peaceful as she was in the arms of his mother. From what you saw, he had your eyes and you could guess that he would have the same color of hair his mother has.

“Would you like to hold him?” You were surprised when she offered you to hold her son. It made your heart skip a few good beats before you collected yourself enough to do so. As you held your son, he opened his eyes and reached out with his small hands as if he knew who you were. Some tears welled up as a flurry of emotions overwhelmed you. You were proud to be a father, even if you weren’t married to Harshwhinny.

“What is his name, Julia?” You asked.

“Julian,” she replied. “I named him after my grandfather Julian, who I considered as one of my mentors.” Julian had a nice ring to it and one that would hold high reverence to her. He was a lot like his mother, strong and filled with will. Though she had her doubts, being a mother came natural to Harshwhinny. Smiling, you returned the infant to her before she gave you a quick kiss to your cheek. “Thank you so much for this, Calculus.”

"You're welcome, Julia."

"You look tired. Go take a break. Don't worry about me, you've earned it."

After kissing her on the forehead, you excused yourself to go catch a breather. The last several hours had been exhausting but rewarding nonetheless. You figured that Harshwhinny should spend a moment alone with her newborn son. All the events of the past hours left you mentally and physically drained. Yet, it was all rewarding. God’s in his heaven, all’s right with the world.

*Buzzz*
*Buzzz*
*Buzzz*

Your phone went off and you pulled it out. To little surprise, it was your mother calling you. You always talked with your mother at least once a week. You answered the call, wondering what she wanted.

“Hello?” You answered to be greeted by muffled sniffles.

“Sweetie? Is that you? Thank goodness!” she said, barely containing her apparent sobbing. You wondered what was going on that caused her such distress.

“Mom, what’s going on? Where are you?”

“*Sniff* St. Mary’s Mercy. I-I need you here right now.”

“That’s where I’m actually at.”

“Wh-Why?”

“Long story short, my boss went into labor and I drove her here. Now, where are you?”

“A waiting room across from the first floor ER. *Sniff* Please get here, it’s best if I told you in person.”

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’m on my way.”

You hung up the phone, wondering what got her so upset. Was it one of her family members? Who knows. You weren’t going to get an answer standing around.

Taking an elevator down, you made your way down the halls of the first floor until you saw the waiting room. There you saw your mother, Rose Oak. Her hair, the same color as yours was kept in a bun and she wore that nice denim jacket you got her for Christmas last year. The moment she saw you, she rushed forward and wrapped you in a tight hug while crying in your shoulder.

“Calculus sweetie, thank goodness you’re here,” she sobbed.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’m here.” You shushed to calm her down, to little effect. “What happened? Why are you so upset?” Wiping some tears and a bit of runny mascara from her face she sat down and explained.

“It’s your father, Calc. When he went for a nap this afternoon, he complained of bad chest pains *sniff*. When the paramedics rushed him here, I thought he was going to be okay until… Oh god no! Your… Your father is dead!”

You were instantly in disbelief. Denial set in as you struggled to comprehend what your mother just told you.

“M-Mom, are you serious?! Please tell me you’re serious!” She didn’t say anything. The only confirmation you got from her was a tear-filled face and an affirmative nod. Right away, it seemed as if the world around you had shattered into a million pieces before you. Your mind tried to stay calm as it could but alas it wasn’t any good. Corvus Glade, your father and mentor, had just died. Your eyes started to water as you walked back towards a wall, sinking to the ground before crying in your knees. It felt like your heart exploded into a red mist.

A nurse with long lavender hair and blue eyes noticed the scene and tried to comfort you but your mother stopped her, not wanting to disturb your grieving. Your father was one of your greatest friends, always pushing you to succeed. Though the two of you were sometimes at odds, things were nonetheless alright between the two of you. What stung you the most was that you never got the chance to say what you wanted to tell him. Now, you never will.

Author's Note

People asked for Stormy Flare, I deliver. With this in mind, I had the intention of revealing the names of Calc's parents at some point and figured this chapter was a perfect opportunity. So, I included a heartwarming moment and one heartbreaker to throw you one hell of a curveball. Anyways, there's more where that came from. Stay tuned.