Step Into My Office, Baby

by SpiderTrash

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Starlight Glimmer, Romance, Sunburst, Sex, Alternate Universe, Anthro, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2544

Sunburst loves his job, which includes 401k, paid vacation and his bombshell of a boss named Starlight Glimmer.

Sunburst's cushy office job comes with a lot of perks: a 401k plan, paid vacation, dental plan, and Starlight Glimmer, easily the most gorgeous mare he's ever seen and also his boss.

Everything would be perfect if she didn't have the nasty habit of calling him up at the most inopportune of times.

Published 2021-04-15 17:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-04-15 17:40:01 UTC

A chance of overtime

Sunburst's pen scratches across the paper in quick hard strokes, trying to form some semblance of sense about a merger he has a vague knowledge of. His cellphone goes off, but he barely glances at it, with his meeting in half an hour, he has just enough time to condense some legal jargon into a palatable five-minute explanation for his boss's boss's boss, most likely some bold griffon with money signs for eyeballs.

Sunburst's fingers nearly crush his expensive fountain pen when his phone rings again, this time a ten-second melody he picked instead of the generic default tone he usually uses.

It's Starlight's song.

He drops the pen and reads the message immediately.

Starlight: We haven't talked all day. Come see me.

Sunburst tries and fails to stifle his grin. According to HR, they've been working together for three weeks. Unofficially, they've been fooling around before he was even hired, what was supposed to be a one-night stand turned into a slightly scandalous office affair. These secret rendezvous were delightful, but Sunburst was a romantic at heart and wanted to hold Starlight's hand in public and tell the world that they were together, like a middle schooler with his first crush.

He couldn't, for obvious reasons. Starlight was risking her job just to be with him, and he loved her dearly for it, just one of the many reasons why he loved her. She was sharp, capricious, and impulsive at times, but also compassionate and loving. She was aggressive in the boardroom and—when needed—in the bedroom. She loves kites, she dotes on a plant she named Phyllis like it were her child, and would cry at puppy commercials with sad music in them.

She was a bundle of contradictions and gave him whiplash more often than not, but she was truly the best friend he ever had.

Oh, and her ass was so fine it would make an onion cry.

Sunburst: Cant. Meeting with the suits.

He doesn't wait long for a reply.

Starlight: you don't love me ಥ_ಥ

Sunburst snorts.

Sunburst: yep, pretty much ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He can see her pouty face in his mind, her cheeks puffed up in anger like a tiny purple hamster. Sunburst chuckles and turns back to his work. He lost himself in legal bullshit for a few minutes before his office door swung open, high heels clicking rhythmically on the tile.

"Hey," he says, pen still scrawling away, thinking it's some lost intern. "Read the sign. Do not disturb."

"No problem."

He nearly drops his pen. "STARLIGHT!?"

Starlight shuts the door behind her and casually turns the lock. She kicks off her shoes as she waltzes towards him, tail flicking enticingly as she moves, but her eyes are everywhere but on him.

"Did you read my message?" Sunburst asks curiously. "I have a meeting."

"I know," Starlight replied snottily. "I'm not here for you."

Sunburst scoffs. "Right. What are you here for, then?"

"I'm here for me," she says simply and walks around him, smacking his arm with her silky tail.

Sunburst squints at her. "Huh?"

"Don't mind me," she sits primly on the cabinet behind him. "I don't want to interrupt you."

Sunburst was torn between his curiosity and his desperation to meet his deadline, and in the end, he sighs and shakes his head, turning back to work. He manages to write one more sentence down before she spoke up. "I love watching you work."

There's heat laced in her words, enticing enough to make him glance over his shoulder. He freezes and his glasses nearly fall from his muzzle as he witnesses his boss/best friend/marefriend pulling down the black tights from under her pencil skirt.

"What are you doing!?" He splutters, pushing his glasses up with a trembling hand.

She casts aside her black tights and settles back onto the cabinet, her hands guiding her knees apart.

"Nothing," she says so innocently that it's almost convincing, if not for her hands snaking up and down her dark pencil skirt. "Keep working."

He drops his pen somewhere into the void and he turns fully in his office chair, watching her delicate fingers rolling her skirt up inch by painstakingly slow inch.

"Starlight," he says in a low voice, pushing his chair forward towards her, hands reaching out for the skin she reveals to him—

She stops him by placing her pedicure foot on his chest, pushing him firmly backward. "I thought you were busy."

"I am, but—!"

"Turn around and keep working." Her tone is one he's growing familiar with; it's the one she uses when they're alone in the dead of night and the fire in their hearts couldn't be contained.

Slowly, he turns back to his desk, eyes on his paperwork, but the words remain unread and the pen untouched.

"You make me miss you," she whispers. "It's not fair."

His ears are upright and attentive as he listens to the soft shift of clothing and a rush of heat runs down his body, from the tip of his horn to his toes. His grip tightens on the arms of his desk chair, and the leather creaks underneath his blunt fingernails.

"When you're focused on work, your mouth gets all pouty." She lets out a soft sigh but it's not loud enough to cover up the sound of snapping elastic.

A scrap of fabric lands over his head and gets caught in his horn, hanging like a flag. He plucks it between two fingers and crumples it in his hand upon recognizing the dark purple thong she put on this morning.

"Oops," she says from behind him.

He dares to peek over his shoulder, just one little glance, he swears to himself, just to satisfy his curiosity and continue with his work. But all thoughts of work vanish into thin air when he looks back.

Starlight's skirt is pushed all the way to her hips, one leg propped on the cabinet, the other dangling, bare toes gracing the top of the carpet. She holds herself in place with one hand behind her, her weight balanced on the edge of the cabinet. The other hand, with its neatly manicured nails, uses one finger to trace her shining wet slit.

Sunburst spins around in his swiveling desk chair again, clambering to get closer to her.

Starlight rubs one finger up and down her wet slit, pausing at her clit, which was starting to wink at him from her dark purple folds.

"I miss your mouth here."

Sunburst leaps from his chair and drops to his knees, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth.

"Nuh-uh," she clicks her tongue and presses her heel against his chest, pushing him back into his chair. "You're too busy, remember?"

He sinks back, glued to the mischievous sparkle in her eyes and her sharp smile. His cock is unsheathed and growing harder with each frantic beat of his heart, straining against his underwear and the black dress pants he was forced to wear as part of the dress code. He always thought of them as comfortable, but now they were everything but not. His hands, however, return to the armrests, clutching the leather and plastic tight in preparation.

Waiting.

Starlight pulls her long, long leg back, resting the side of her knee against the cabinet. "Good," she says and returns her glistening fingers to work.

Sunburst licks his lips, tongue aching to replace that beautiful hand. His tail wags behind him unconsciously, hitting the backrest with quiet thumps, his eyes wide and attentive to every little thing she does, he didn't even want to blink in case he missed something.

Starlight's head makes a quiet thunk against the wall, her back arching gracefully and tightening the white blouse around her breasts, and he can just make out the edges of her bra and her nipples rising, begging to be free. Her mouth opens as she pants and slips a finger inside her pussy, pumping slowly before she slips a second finger inside and continues playing with herself. Sunburst strains to feel her, leaning forward unconsciously, practically quivering to be near her but following her orders at the same time.

Starlight looks at him with hooded eyes, her long lashes casting shadows over her soft cheeks and she smiles. "Come closer," she commands. "But don't touch."

The wheels of his chair skitter across the tile as Sunburst chases the heat of her. He's close enough to smell her arousal and his nostrils flare, saliva pooling in his mouth once more and his erection grows harder, something he didn't think was possible.

"You're so good," Starlight hisses, pumping her fingers faster inside her. "I can cum just by thinking about you: your skin, your hands, your tongue, your cock."

His left-hand moves on its own and comes to rest on top of her foot. Starlight jerks, caught by surprise, his soft touch making her temperature rise.

"Yes," she gasps. "Yes, please help me."

Sunburst slides his hand up her leg, slow, so slowly, and goes around her calf, over her knee, caressing the soft skin of her thigh and tracing the shape of her cutie mark. He reaches the wet crease where her leg meets her body and he can't resist the urge to lean forward and take a taste. Starlight throws her head back and clamps her free hand over her mouth, tipping precariously to the side. Sunburst catches her dangling leg before she falls too far from her perch, bringing her leg over his shoulder, her right thigh pressing against his ear.

"Help me, Sunburst," Starlight moans his name like it's the last word she ever wants to say, and Sunburst wants to make sure she can't say anything else until he's done with her.

Sunburst gently tugs Starlight's furiously working hand from her soaking cunt and holds it tight. She groans from the loss and glares down at Sunburst. He grins and brings her hand to his mouth, kissing one fingertip at a time before placing the middle one and the index—both soaked with her juices—all the way into his mouth and sucking hard, his tongue lapping at every corner and crevice so he wouldn't miss a drop.

Starlight shivers at the sensation, her hand leaving her mouth and grasping at his shoulder instead, her knee knocking against the cabinet next to her. When she had enough she pulled her hand from his mouth and placed it on his head, gripping his hair like reins, and guides his face closer to where she needs him most.

"Please," she says quietly, almost like a question, so unlike herself.

Sunburst obliges, his hands gripping her hips and tilt her until her slit is on full display. He takes a moment to thank Celestia, Luna, and the elements of harmony for such a delectable meal before diving forward.

Starlight's hands tighten in his hair and shoulder, moaning loudly. His tongue traces the outer lips, the trim hair tickling his lips and tongue. He goes slow, teasing, barely touching her entrance and the heated skin with the tip of his tongue.

"More," she moans and Sunburst gets closer, giving her a long lick with his tongue flat. Starlight hisses and her hips grind against him as he traces circles around her clit. Ever bossy, Starlight doesn't waste any time making demands. "Sunburst, your hands, please!"

Well, Sunburst was employee of the month. Twice in a row.

He pushes two fingers inside, marveling at how wet and tight she is and he pumps them in and out, his tongue still teasing her swollen pearl.

She presses his face firmly against her soaked skin as she gets closer to the edge, her hips moving against his mouth in erratic motions.

"Come on, my Star," he mouths against her skin. It's the name she chose, whispered in the dark night with his hands clutching her headboard, still as she commanded, her faithful servant. "Come," he repeats, giving her clit a hard suck, his fingers curling deep inside her.

Starlight's entire body stiffens, a long low moan escaping from deep within her, and he swears her entire body glows an ethereal turquoise as she comes. He presses sweet kisses on the flushed skin of her thigh as she slowly comes down from her high.

Her head lolls to the side and she smiles, relaxed and content, for him only. She slides down her perch with his help and straddles his hips, sinking into his lap. Her hands find his hair again and she angles his head to her liking and kisses him, slow and deep, her tongue sliding against his as he opens his mouth for her.

Starlight's hands slide down his face, to his shoulders, his chest, and finally, finally reaches down to the tent in his pants. Her fingers pause over it, hooking her fingers to the straps of his belt, she pulls back from the kiss and presses her forehead to his, asking with a silent tug of his pants what he wants.

"Please," Sunburst whispers, echoing her earlier words. "Please."

Starlight makes quick work with his belt and pops open the button of his pants with eager, practiced ease. She undoes the zipper and shoves his pants down, Sunburst doing his part with a helpful wiggle. She reaches past the elastic of his boxers and pulls his erection free. Her touch makes him gasp and the blood rushes to his cock and face, all thoughts of meetings and deadlines disappearing from his mind.

Starlight wraps her hand around him, stroking hard and fast, using his precum as a makeshift lube to speed up the process.

"Don't want you to be late," she whispers in his ear and traces the shell with her tongue before biting down. Sunburst pushes his heated face into her neck with a moan, his hands slipping underneath her neat blouse and pulls her close, or as close as he can with his cock between them, his hips thrusting into her hand, hot and hard and throbbing.

Her teeth scrape his shoulder and it proves to be his undoing. He cums with a cry that sounds like her name, but it's too garbled by his emotions and by the way he hides his face in her shoulder to make much sense. His seed spills all over her hand and their clothes, his thrusting hips slowing into weak spams as he finishes.

When his breathing returns to normal, he raises his head to meet her lips with his, lazily sucking her bottom lip with his mouth. He releases it with a pop and she giggles, sagging against him with a sigh, tired and sated. They're still for a moment, enjoying each other's warmth and the afterglow—

RIIIIIIIING

Sunburst groans as Starlight sluggishly reaches behind him, peering at his phone.

"You're late," she says but doesn't sound the least bit sorry about it. "Oops."

Author's Note

Hi, I'm Spider Trash. I like this ship, I like anthro and I like porn and there's a depressing amount of fics with these three elements combined, and since I'm poor I had to roll my sleeves and write it myself. Hoped you enjoyed it.