I had to go to the gym to get my mind off what happened an hour ago after math class. The sensation was still riding me as the thoughts kept coming and coming of her: Harshwhinny. Every time I tried to do something as small as walking, my mind wandered off to her and the proposition she offered.

Would a sane stallion neglect those amazing hips that she packed in her arsenal? And what of that awesome rack she was flaunting against me? Those firm legs that wrapped around me and pulled me closer for a more quality sight, those blue eyes staring through me like they’ve seen my story. It was all a rush that just felt good and accelerating, it made me want more.

But I still had the important question that filled the back of my mind: why me? What did I do to deserve such a broad and risky approach? I know I shouldn’t have asked myself these types of questions, given the one chance at a lifetime to fulfill my fantasy. But the point to it was if I was apart of something with more depth to it. I mean, she did come on strong and it was very effective. So, it raised some suspicions.

But, that was at the back of my mind. I still wanted to see the full release of that teaser she gave me.

So, I got into the gym and did my regular thing as usual. The gym wasn’t far from the school; about a block away from the establishment. I decided to go there because they gave discounts to students within the campus, like around fifteen percent of their usual rate. For a place that supplied an additional hot tub, inside basketball court and a boxing ring, you couldn't go wrong with it.

… It was still expensive as hell though.

For only just that evening, I went to the basketball court to do some cardio with the other stallions within. As soon as I set my duffle on the floor, one of them called out to me to see if I'm playing next. Once I said yes, the action started from there.

Overtime, I started to forget. The rowdy game occupied my mind with my maximum effort of focusing on my opponents. My body was burning up with adrenaline as I caught up with them all the way to the end, using my body to make shots and make some passes happen. And in the end... we came out losers.

It was destined though. Only reason they won was because they had a hefty stallion that ran for the rim with speed all the time. I swore he looked like a professional every time he made a score, and after that game I was just absolutely tired. So I used this terrible defeat as an excuse to use the hottub.

The room for it was about two corridors away from the courts. It was pretty spacious for a small appliance, but given the steam that always came whenever the door was opened to it, I guess it was justified for this type of business? I don’t know, it’s their building.

At the time, the gym was on one of its downtimes of the day, meaning it was getting slow and empty for them. So they weren’t expecting much traffic, which was good for me.

I got a towel from the front before going inside. Nopony occupied the hardware, making me fist pump for celebration before sitting my duffle down in the corner. I took off my everything except my shorts and hopped inside the tub, letting the warm water comfort me prior to turning on the jets.

Sometimes for these types of occasions, I kept a separate pair of everything to be fresh whenever I’m done at the gym. I knew ponies would understand the difference between a musty pony and just a plain dirty one, but I liked to keep it safe from those quiet neighsayers out there. Plus, I like to keep it fresh before going home to my humble abode and take a shower. Looking back, it did sound like a waste of clothing, but I still didn’t care. I only cared for quality presentation.

After about a couple minutes in, I let the warm water take me onto a journey, to a far away universe built on peaceful interconnection of my sensitive nerves. I felt more calm and less tense, my muscles relaxing from such a hard workout I put them through.

I sighed and closed my eyes, leaning back onto the supports. I got cozy with the sensation, but I got too relaxed for my own good. Next thing I felt was some sort of presence around me. It became more hot than I was ordering, which wasn’t the noticeable issue. It was the fact that it felt like something was against my nuzzle, but not touching it. I could only feel it’s presence growing stronger and more evident. And it got irritating for me.

I opened up my eyes and guess who I saw leaning against me?

A small gasp escaped my lips before her wet finger lightly touched them. Her blue eyes pierced mine again, just like in the classroom. I was getting butterflies in my chest from such a position we were placed at the time. When you have a mare sitting in your lap with nothing but a simple black lace bra and black panties, it’s kinda hard to have a casual conversation. And this was made evident on her approach.

She hummed with a slight intent. “So, this is where you come to release your stress?”

It took me ten seconds to respond. I couldn’t look away from that awesome rack she was sporting. I could even see her nipples trying to protrude through her bra. And I saw she had some ab work done on her belly too. Maybe she worked out here too and I just kept missing her somehow?

She grabbed onto my chin and pulled my head up to meet her eyes again.

“What? O-Oh! Yeah, yes it is. I uh... come here after class to free my mind.” She let go of my chin and slid her hand down to my neck, and then down to my chest. I could feel my nerves tingle as she glides her hand along my fur. My mass was starting to wake up from its slumber, making me lightly blush under my darker coat. Even though this was feeling great, I was still embarrassed.

“I can definitely see that. How long have you been coming here?” She asked, moving her other arm up to my own to feel my developing muscles. I couldn’t see if she was fascinated or not, her face didn’t show it. She was hard to read at that moment, but something told me she found more interest.

“Since a couple years ago. I thought it would be great if… I…” She grabbed onto my hand and put it around her hip, making me grab onto her soft body. “... worked on my personal goals...”

Everything began to escalate quickly when she wrapped her wet arms around my neck, pulling herself closer to the point of our bodies making immense contact, her bust supplying pressure to my chest. She grinded on me, forcing me to pant softly. My dick was hard in my shorts, and as it was buried under her covered lips, it gave her the advantage over me. All I could do was sit there and look pretty while she basically did the dirty work.

Her eyes became half-lidded. “I’m going to move this along sooner than expected, Caramel. I think you’ve worked enough over the years to at least get this far.”

Wait wut?

“Wait, w-” She gave me a slow peck on the lips, taking me by surprise once again. I wasn’t complaining however; ever since the first time, I always wanted to taste her lips again. I wanted to feel that warmth rush over me like a tidal wave washing over the beach. It was addictive… she was addictive.

After the first kiss I tried to talk, but my lips kept meeting those luscious ones again and again, each one more wet and juicy than the last. It inspired me to go along with it and shut up about why she decided to change her mind. I sure wasn’t going to complain about a sexy pony giving me a ride of a lifetime.

I put my free arm on her other hip and pulled her close to me, forcing her to kiss me for a more longed duration. She used her wieght to push me down to where I became lower leveled of the water. Then I closed my eyes and continued to float in our ever growing illicit tryst…

…

…

Blurgh… Erk!

I opened my eyes again and immediately emerged from the water, coughing hard to empty my lungs. After the deed, I looked around to see water spots everywhere around the room. But, I didn’t see…

“Ms. Harshwhinny… What the fuck, you sexy mare?” I almost drowned from a fantasy I couldn’t get right there. It just looked like the right moment, I just felt it like instinct. But, it never came.

I complained to myself about the dream I had while drying myself off. It was a good enough time to get out of the gym anyway. The night was creeping up on me, so I put on my fresh attire and packed my stuff before heading out.

And even after that workout, I was still pissed off about having a weak ass recovery.

So, tonight was where I began my training. I wanted to make sure that my exam would be ready to get punched in the face with knowledge, to get bodied by my overbearing confidence. There was nothing to stop me from accessing my goals.

Nothing, except for the power of video games.

I knew I was an adult that had a lot of responsibilities, but I was still a kid at heart. When real life would hit me in the jaw, I barely found the time to just goof off and have fun. But when I did, I took it to the fullest extent before having to do anything else.

So there I was in front of my computer playing a rowdy game of Insurgent. I was cool but at the same time, frustrated. Whenever I played games, I liked to put in at least some effort to say that I’m trying to win. But when you play with a team that doesn’t, it’s like watching a one-sided hoofball game. It got boring. I swear, it made me wanna quit right there and stop procrastinating on my school work.

And it did after seeing the last player standing being AFK. Brilliant.

I turned off the game before they all even had the chance to chant and scream triumphantly and randomly on their microphones. As much as it was funny and annoying, I didn’t want my speakers broken. I got back onto my desktop and clicked on my browser, getting to the homepage where it showed me news I didn’t care about. I moved on to typing in the school’s web address and went into my Blackboard.

Next thing to do was select my current math class and see all the proper tools I’m given to complete my task in a few days. I knew how to do mathematics like the back of my head. Once the formula was received of what needed to be done, the right pony with that type of fast knowledge can easily solve problems that always came up by day-to-day bases, adapting every time for when it may be harder; I was one of those types.

How? I just simply loved math. I loved it because sometimes it could get complex and difficult, testing the brain of its power to tense under such stresses to find a solution. It made me keep on my toes for my career goals.

So since I was so ready for this test, I wasn’t ready for this test. I was… nervous. I didn’t know why, but I felt off about taking it to the best effort I could dish out. Was it because of Harshwhinny? Probably so. But could it just be some simple self doubt? Or that I’m still annoyed after playing a video game?

I stared at my screen and looked at one of the subjects: “The Simplicity of P.R.E.M.D.A.S.”. It was an easy one and’ll most likely be on the test, so I went over that just for the night. I didn’t feel like doing anything else for the rest of the night, except getting something to eat from my wonderful fridge to snack. Which reminded me I had to go to the grocery store, seeing I had nothing in there.

Damn, school life sucked for a while. But after a couple of days, this was where it got wild for me.

The day I called for Ms. Harshwhinny’s help.

Author's Note

I wrote more wordz. I feel so proud of mahself.

Anyway same thing; you'll get it when you'll get it.