I took a deep breath, running my hand over a letter Velvet had sent me. They were younger pictures of her, fresh faced, right out of school. It was heart warming. It made me feel more than a little guilty for what I had done to her. It made me guilty for the two mares I'd pleasured.

Two mares, half the presence of Velvet, two mares that barely lasted under my touch. it made me feel like some sort of monster, some sort of sick pervert. I rubbed my head as I looked at the bright eyed mare in the pictures. I rubbed my head, thinking about finding a way to go back in time, or to restore her youth.

It was selfish, disgusting, but I couldn't help it. I was in a land of magic, providing a very dark service for a very basic problem, money. For all the magic, the wonderful people, everything, it was still a very real place, with very real problems. But at least I found a bit of an out, even if it was with a cheating housewife.

I let out a tired sigh. "Pick your battles I suppose...." I mumbled to myself, rubbing my head and looking at the young mare in the pictures. I felt myself growing a little embarrassed as I studied a picture of Velvet in a gym uniform. I caught myself half uttering something rather brash. "Tight flank...still got- whoa...what the hell?" I slapped myself and shook my head. "That's...wow. Is this love...god damn, this sucks."

I slumped down in my chair and pulled my hair out of my face. "...Fuck...I just...I can't-- ...Fuck!" I threw my hands up, the sinking feeling in my gut growing like a tumor. I'd never wanted to see someone again like this in my life. It felt horrible and amazing all at once, conflicting emotions collecting in a lump at the bottom of my gut.

"Suri...where are you!?" I called out to her, looked to the doorway. "Suri...I need you to come here and not be a bitch...."

Suri trotted in loftily. "Hey, you got a client coming today, ookay?" She dropped a folder onto my lap. "Now, what did you want?"

I took a deep breath. "That depends...can you be honestly sympathetic for once?"

Suri scoffed. "Nick, when am I--"

I bopped Suri on the nose. "Anders."

Suri adjusted her collar. "Oh, so now we're being picky?"

"Shut up Suri...I need someone to talk to." I rubbed my head and set the file down. "It's about Velvet...."

Suri scoffed yet again. "Her!? Really? You could get any mare, any hot blooded, purple maned mare, and you're picking her.... Fine, what is it?"

I shook my head. "I keep thinking about her. I mean...I barely know her, but...she's in my head." I scratched my cheek. "We talked the other day...just on the phone for a few minutes, but.... Suri...can you hug me?"

Suri's gaze lowered into a bored frown. "A hug.... You know, you can just call her over--"

"Suri, we trade favors, a hug for a session."

Suri locked up. "And I don't have to pay?"

"It's just gonna be sex...no talking, not fluff, buy yeah."

Suri jumped at me, throwing her hoof around my back and quickly throwing me off. "There, was that--"

"Fuck off Suri!" I snapped angrily. "I fucking bear my soul to you and you just-- Oh just fuck off." I buried myself back into my chair. "I don't know why I thought you'd care."

"Because you're stupid." Suri chuckled. "Kid...I like you, I wouldn't be here if I didn't. But you're not really...a pony...."

I rubbed my head. "You mean I'm not a person to you."

"Well if you wanna say it wrong!"

"Nice.... You know I'm trying to stop this right!?"

Suri nodded. "But until then, you're just a penis with an annoying whiny disposition." She laughed a little. "Maybe we can be friends when you're not a whore."

I tuned her out and waited for her to leave. "Bitch...." I grumbled sourly. I looked over the file she'd left with me.

M. Harshwhinny, age forty-three, paid in full. "Well...that's...brief." I looked over the rest of the form, no real notes, no personality to it. The letter had only a single line of text.

Anal, no talking, no gag, blind fold, latex. It warmed my heart to know the personal kinks of every mare I'd worked with, but this was special. I assumed the no talking was from me, and that she didn't want a gag. Aside from that and the obvious butt play she wanted, there was nothing, not a pen stroke or an ink stain.

I wiped my face and leaned back in my chair. "Well...it's a mare that knows what she wants. Better than a virgin I guess...." My middle client was a virgin, came before I could get her into the outfit she wanted. I ended up refunding her half of the payment and sent her off. It was rather embarrassing on both sides.

I lounged about, waiting for the client. I ended up sitting in the kitchen eating a triangular sandwich. I stared at the sandwich, turning it over and looking at the insides slap around. "...God damn...triangles." I chomped on the sandwich stuffing my face as a knock came from the door.

I stuffed the entire ordeal into my mouth, trying to chew through the toasted bread and flinging the door open. An orange mare glared at me from below. "Mr. Anders?"

I held the door open, the mare rushing in and kicking it closed. She ripped it from my hand, slamming it and returning to her glare. "Sir...really...bread crumbs?"

I wiped off my face. "Sorry, you're- oh...you're not late." I scratched my head. "That's a first."

Ms. Harshwhinny shook her head. "Sir. I was expecting a little more...professionalism."

I shrugged. "My work is already rather...erratic, but if you insist." I wiped off my hands and straightened my shirt. "May I show you to the bedroom?"

The blonde maned nodded. "You may." We walked slowly towards the master bedroom, a familiar walk for me. "Well...I must say, you're not exactly what I was expecting."

"Someone older, I take it?"

Harshwhinny shook her head. "Not necessarily. Simply someone more, professional, less...how do I say this without offending you...childish."

I cleaned off my shirt. "It depends on the client, you didn't specify much for me. I mean...you can ask me to be just about anyone. Plain clothed, fine dress, fully...naked." My voice caught in my throat. "That was an uncomfortable night."

"Oh! I...I'm sorry then. I thought I was rather concise."

"Not really...." I scratched my head and opened the door for her. "But...you requested no gag...which is...you know, odd. But you can request whatever you want. Just know, in the end, I'm in control, and if I think I came make the experience more pleasurable by going against your orders, I will."

"Well...maybe you're what I expected after all." She let out a husky laugh, walking over and onto the bed. "But...I was serious about what I wrote."

"I get it.... So, we ready to start?"

Ms. Harshwhinny took off her jacket, folding it and holding it for me. "Put this somewhere clean?"

I took it gingerly and set it on a chair for any observers. With everything done I went to my closet. "Any specific color?"

"Eh- color what?"

"Black will work." I pulled out a few dangly black bodysuit. "Now, a serious question. Weight?"

Harshwhinny stood tall. "One-thirty-six."

"Huh, not bad." I tossed away the large and small. "Most mares your age go slimmer."

"Excuse me." Harshwhinny walked over, standing before me. "But I believe I asked you not to talk."

I shrugged in affirmative, quickly laying out the legs of the body suit. I picked up Harshwhinny, lifting her into place and yanking the suit up the body. It caught a little, but her clean coat made it easier. Usually they were sweating and mumbling by this point. Then again, I only have three other experiences, and one turned out to be rather intimate.

I pulled the suit up, carefully zipping her up to the neck. It came to her jawline, fitting tight against her body. Only her tail and her head were exposed. "Uh- tail wrap?"

"I asked-- Huuh, yes please."

I went behind her finding her rear exposed. A small plot of orange coat in a sea of black latex. I wrapped the base of her tail, keeping it out of the way for the act. I took my time, wrapping it tight around the flesh of her tail. I finished up and blew a cool breath of air across her dampening sex. "Excu-uh-excuse me!" That little shutter told me everything I needed to know. Either she was in heat and hiding it well, or she hasn't had sex in quite a long time.

I felt a devious smile grow over my face as I grabbed her latex bound flank roughly. "Oh...wait." I stood up, finding a pair of blinders in the closet and strapping them to Harshwhinny's head.

"Excuse me, I asked for--" I stopped her, slapping her flank and making her jump. "This isn't--"

I grabbed a fist full of flesh, squeezing her and forcing her head forward. I was supposed to be silent, so my hands would have to talk for me. I slid my hands back across her body, sliding my fingers under the latex suit while my thumb ran along the backside of her thigh. "Sir, this isn't what I ask--"

I moved my hands back, my fingers enjoying her soft coat as her hair got shorter. I ran my fingertips across her labia, already growing slick. I pinched her flesh, pulling at it slightly. "Sir...that- uuuugh." She threw her hips back, clitoris winking in excitement. In a flash I moved to it, pinching it between my fingertip and my knuckle.

Harshwhinny let out an angry snort and adjusted her hooves. She didn't say anything, only huffing and puffing as I teased her bulb. I ran my free hand across her bare body, teasing her entrance with my fingers. I could already smell her, her body going into overdrive and soaking my fingers in a slightly sticky wetness.

I made sure my hands were nice and wet before drawing back and tracing up to her rear. Her scent was heavy in the air, filling my nose with her heady musk. I returned her excitement, sliding my fingers up and slipping them deep into Harshwhinny's tight backside. "Huuuh...," Harshwinny groaned, her head lowering in submission.

I dug deep, enjoying the hot fleshy texture that tightened around my fingers. I lifted my hand, pulling at her flesh and making her let out a deep moan. "More...."

I let go of her nub, moving my other hand up and slipping my finger into her. I pulled her ass open, stretching it with my index fingers. "This is--" I slipped my fingers in deep, stretching her hot body wide open. "-Is...rather--" She stopped, biting her lip and letting out a strong sigh.

I rattled my fingers around her tight rear, letting the heat bleed into my fingers. I pulled hard, stretching her wide. I stared into her ripe hot insides, squeezing and contracting as her back legs shifted about.

I let off, dragging my fingers across her as I pulled out. I held Harshwhinny's shaking legs in place as I stood. "Sir...I wasn't don--" I slapped her flank, stopping her dead once again. "Sir--" I slapped her flank harder, digging my hands against the latex suit. "S--" Once more, squeezing her flank hard and pulling her back a step.

I waited, making sure she wasn't about to talk. Once assured I walked to her front, dropped trow, and presented myself before her narrow vision. She watched me like a hawk, my stare just as strong. Between our staring match and the smell of sex in the air things were rather tense. I stepped forward, pressing my tip against her lips. She kept her mouth closed and just stared at me.

I kept my breath as her hot breath lapped across the top of my rod. It was clear she was going to fight me on this. I grabbed her head, guiding my tip against the parting of her lips and forcing myself inside. She locked up, holding my tip between her teeth.

I slapped her cheek softly, growing more and more forceful until she stopped with her teeth. She continued to stare at me as I pushed more and more of myself into her mouth. Her tongue stayed plastered to the bottom of her mouth. She wasn't about to make this nice for me, nor was I going to make it nice for her.

I held her head in place, thrusting in and out, soaking my rod in her saliva and jabbing her throat. Harshwhinny's voice deteriorated into squelches and gags as I slid myself in and out of her sloppy wet hole.

Once nice and wet, I drew back, hurrying over to her backside and pushing my fingers back into her rear. I pulled her wide, getting an angry snort from the fiery mare. Once pulled open I guided myself to her, jabbing her gape with my tip and making her snort angrily.

I started growing a bit angry myself, her constant challenging snorts and huffs grating on my nerves. I slid myself into her ass, stretching her wide and slowly replacing my fingers with my twitching rod. Harshwhinny's voice went dull as I slid more and more of my saliva lubed cock into her hot ass.

I gripped her by the front of her thighs and rammed myself deep into her backside. "This- is- more--" I pulled back, sliding across her red hot insides. Harshwhinny's voice caught, turning to a hearty moan. Her breathing grew heavy as I buried myself deep in her tight flesh. I controlled my breathing, maintaining a calm demeanor despite my excitement.

I kept a slow, deep pace. Feeling her insides squeeze me tight as she clenched up, and my rock hard shaft pushing against her body, making it give way and rooting myself deep in her body. The room filled with the smell of sex, that familiar cocktail of sweat and musk. Harshwhinny's breathing was calm at first growing more and more hasty and irrational as I sped up.

I felt her cum, locking up and breath finally losing control. "Fuck- fuck- fuuuuck!" Harshwhinny screamed, her rigid legs backing up and jamming her flank against my hips. I waited for her to back up fully, holding her in place and grabbing her head.

I forced her neck back at a rather harsh angle and stared into her eyes. She was in a mix of lust and panic, brain going haywire as I pulled back and slammed a few inches inside her. My digs became shallow but forceful, quickly bringing her right back to the edge and knocking her over. She stared into my eyes, lust overtaking panic as I held her in place.

Her breathing was wicked, snorts and huffs commonplace as her breath went ragged. I slammed against her, tipping her over into another miniature bliss. Her eyes went docile, the force ebbing as each small orgasm took her resistance with it.

I ran my hands through her mane, bunching it up and taking hold. Harshwhinny grunted softly as I pulled her by the mane.

I gave her a heavy dig, thrusting hard enough to lift her hooves off the ground. She was lifted just enough that her hooves clattered against the floor like a drum, legs shaking violently and eyes shutting softly.

"Aaaah" She locked up, tightening her body. I took advantage and rammed her hot body like mad, parting her flesh and bringing myself over the edge. I held my breath as my cum exploded out, sending a pulse of pleasure through my head and down my shaft. I started pasting her depths with a sticky warmth, filling her ass with my thick cum.

I went lightheaded at my lack of breathing, the tight heat surrounding my cock slowly growing damp as I injected my seed into her body. It went on for ages, my special diet assuring a huge load each time. Harshwhinny was in space, mumbling slightly and weakly throwing her weight back and forth on my meat.

I pushed my seed out, letting her go and jamming my fingers into her ass. I dug around her backside until I hit the deposit of cream. I leaned away and watched as it drew out, leaking out of her puckered rear and oozing down her plot. I rubbed her button, massaging her rammed button and standing up. Harshwhinny was locked up tight, her body completely rigid from the act.

I let out a soft sigh and threw a cushion to her right. I pressed my hand against her left side and slowly tipped her over. She plopped down into the cushion and went limp.

"Ms. Harshwhinny...enjoy your stay," I said, plopping down on the bed. "It's been...a pleasure." Next Chapter: Need Estimated time remaining: 1 Hour