Ms. Harshwhinny and I stand in the elevator, moving up and up to the last floor of the apartment complex. Neither of us are saying a word to one another, but her hand is still holding on to mine. Her thumb caresses me, much like it did when we were on the ferris wheel. The feeling of her is sending chills up my back. The good kind of chills, too. However, there’s also the undeniable feeling of nervousness. I don’t know what is going to happen when we get to her apartment, but if this leads into some kind of encounter, I pray to god that I’m good at this. I would say halfway decent, but Ms. Harshwhinny said “fine is for second place,” so halfway decent might as well be last.

We get to the last floor of the complex, and Ms. Harshwhinny leads me to her apartment. We don’t pass too many rooms, so I have to assume that the apartments inside are pretty big. She lets go of my hand to pull her keys out, and within seconds, we are inside.

Holy crap, I was right. The apartment is huge. It might as well be the size of a medium, single story house. It’s also extremely nice. Not a speck of mess to be found. Then again, this is Ms. Harshwhinny, I shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Nice place.” I say with a nod. Ms. Harshwhinny turns around, handing me her stuffed animal.

“Thank you.” she replies softly, her first words since we left the cab. “Put that stuffed animal on the dining room table, and have a seat on the couch in the living room.” she says to me as she takes off her jacket and places it on the coat rack.

I’m briefly distracted by this action, as the shirt underneath is loose silk, but the left side is clinging to her waist. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her in this shirt. I remember when Appleloosa was in consideration for the Equestria Games, and Ms. Harshwhinny and I went over to check their venue. It was a hot day, and she took her jacket off in an attempt to cool down. She was sweating, and her shirt was clinging to her back. Something about the way it clung was strangely attractive. Maybe I’m just a freak, I don’t know.

“Sure thing.” I reply, quickly broken away from my flashback.

I walk into the living room, marveling at how spacious it is. I think this living room is as big as my whole apartment. It’s got a leather couch, a big screen television. Is that a video game system? I can’t make it out, due to it behind a tinted glass door, but it sure looks like one. No time for prying, I have to put this fluffy pony away. I place it on the dining room table, which is close to the kitchen. I look up to see Ms. Harshwhinny in the kitchen, standing up from behind the counter with two wine glasses in her hand. What happened to no alco-ah screw it.

I go back to the living room and sit down on the couch. Oh, man. This is comfortable. So comfortable, that I’m tempted to close my eyes for a bit of a doze. No, stay focused. You can’t have Ms. Harshwhinny show up and you’re asleep. How do you think that’s gonna a look? Admittedly, this is rather nice.

A couple minutes pass by, and Ms Harshwhinny arrives. The glasses are filled halfway with what is no doubt wine. I can smell it from where I’m sitting. I can’t tell what it is, though. Too strong scented to be dandelion wine. Ms. Hashwhinny sits down close to me, handing over a glass. I take it and give it a sniff, still trying to figure out what it is.

“It’s sunflower wine.” she says before I can even ask.

“Oh.” I nod, “This is strong stuff.”

“If you drink too much of it, yes. It’s only half a glass, you’ll be fine.” her voice is an interesting combination of stern and soft. Quickly, she downs her glass within moments. I better step my game up if I have to catch up. I down my glass too.

Holy crap, that’s strong! I can feel my insides tingle from the moment I swallow it. I have to try my best not to let her notice that this is the first time I…

“Too strong?” she says. Damn it, she keeps noticing these things! “Is this your first time trying Sunflower Wine?”

“Y-yeah.” I admit. “I always heard it was strong, but I never tried it, myself.”

“I hope you’re okay.”

“I am. Was caught off guard, but I’m good.”

“That’s good to hear.” she places her glass down. I place mine down as well. Ms. Harshwhinny, then begins to stare at me. It’s a mysterious stare; one that gives me no idea as to what she is thinking. She rests her head against her right palm, as she continues to look at me. There are small moments where she looks at me up and down; head to toe. Her expression is blank, seemingly emotionless. I am tempted to ask what’s going on, but at the same time, I get the feeling that she’s in some kind of state.

Her eyes scan me again, this time at a much slower rate. It feels as if it takes ages for her eyes to reach my feet, and just as long for her gaze to go back to my eyes. This cannot be left unanswered any more, I have to ask her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m thinking.” she replies rather cryptically.

“About?”

“About how to proceed.” the vagueness is never ending. What feels like more minutes pass by, and all she is doing is staring at me. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be confused or scared, but I kind of feel like the combination of the two. “I’ve decided.” she cuts through the silence with her cold and authoritative voice. She moves to a standard sitting position, with her palms on her lap.

Her palms move to the edge of her skirt, and she pulls up on it slowly. More and more of her thighs are being revealed to me, and…oh my god….

She’s….she’s not wearing any underwear. I can see everything down there! Woah…she really does take care of herself. Does she go to a groomer for this kind of thing? Wonder what it’s like to have a job like that, with everything essentially covered in fur but…what the hell? I’m looking way too much into this, considering what’s going on is hot as hell, and I should be paying attention to that.

She hikes the skirt all the way up, revealing her entire bottom half. I stare and stare, and look over at the mark on her ass, noticing a trophy. Oh, it’s a trophy alright. A gold trophy. From what I see, that makes total sense. Yes, I know that she didn’t get a trophy because her special talent is having a great ass, but come on, it’s pretty great.

“Ms. Harsh…” I can’t say anything else, as she moves over and sits in my lap, straddling me. She places a finger on my lips, silencing me.

“Shhhh….” she says ever so quietly. “Keep your hands to yourself. Don’t move.”

Her thighs are squeezing me tight. Christ, I want to bring my hands up to touch her legs. I want to touch her all over. Her thighs. Her ass. Her back. Her breasts. Her being on top of me is causing my heart to beat wildly, and all of my blood is going to a specific area, and she’s going to notice in five…four…

“Oh.” she looks down at my crotch in a bit of surprise. “I see.” Yeah, of course she was going to notice something like that.

Ms. Harshwhinny reaches down, and pulls down my zipper. She places her right hand inside, maneuvering the underwear so that my dick can come out into the open. Her touch is soft, almost loving in a way. There is no roughness in how she is touching me. She stares at my member, using her palm to lightly stroke it, making it get harder and longer in the process. I don’t stare at what she’s doing down there. Instead, I’m looking at her, and she’s biting her lip. Her eyes glance up at me, noticing that I’m watching her, and her cheeks glow red.

She raises herself up a bit, lining up my cock with her now soaking wet pussy. I can’t believe this is happening. Am I really seeing this? Or is this just some dream that I’m having on my cab ride home after dropping her off. It’s hard to doubt this, when her shirt covered breasts are in my face as she hoists herself for the main event.

Ms. Harshwhinny presses the tip of me at her entrance, and she slowly lowers herself. Little by little, inch by inch, I start to enter her. Though she is wet, her inside grasps me the more she takes it in. With her breasts out of my face, I look at her, and she has her mouth open, seeming as if she’s holding her breath. Her eyes are shut tight. It must have been quite a while since she’s had sex. I’m going to hold my tongue about this sort of thing. If she’s uncomfortable, she’s the kind of person…mare…that would stop.

Ms. Harshwhinny is now back on my lap. My length is all the way inside of her. Her eyes are still closed, as if still taking me in. Gradually, her eyes open up again, and she looks straight into mine. Her hands rest on my shoulders, while I keep myself in check, and continue to rest my own hands on the couch. Ms. Harshwhinny starts moving her hips, slowly, as her insides massage my dick. It’s a wonderful feeling. The wetness, combined with the tightness of her walls. If I were a weaker man, I’d be cumming right here and now.

There are no words between us. I am following her orders and not saying a word. Ms. Harshwhinny stares into me as she continues to grind against me. I can feel my pants getting wetter, as her juices are seeping through my jeans, and through the hole that she made to get to me. Her breaths are slow, and oh so sexy. The scent of that strong wine wafts into my nostrils every time she exhales. After a minute, her grinds become faster, her breaths become more rapid. Her fingers grip my shoulders, and her walls become tighter.

Suddenly, Ms. Harshwhinny stops. Her whole body shudders as her inner walls grip me, and she gasps rapidly. Within moments, she rests her head on my shoulder, and normal breaths return to her.

Did she…?

“Apologies.” she says quietly, raising herself back up to face me. “I…um…I….I c-.”

“I-it’s fine.” I assure her. Never had someone nearly apologize to me for climaxing before.

“Did you…?” she begins to ask me.

“No, not yet.”

“Okay.” she nods, looking down at my crotch. “Let me…um…try again…”

Ms. Harswhinny gets her bearings, straightening herself out again and putting her hands back on my shoulders. She looks visibly shaken, as if she hasn’t fully recovered from the orgasm that she just had, but she endures. Slowly, she restarts her grind. I don’t move, all I do is watch and feel her moving up and down my shaft. It’s still an amazing feeling. The way she moves her hips, and stares into my eyes, and breathes heavily, is an erotic sight to behold. Every once in a while, she would look up at the ceiling, mussing her hair up in ecstasy, so that when she brings her head back down, her hair becomes unkempt, nothing like how perfectly groomed it was when the day started.

Her grinds become faster again, and her eyes close tight. She bites her lip as her movements become quicker. She looks frustrated, but she can’t stop. Again, her walls clamp down, her body shudders, and she throws her head on my shoulder as she gasps for air. A familiar sight and feeling.

“Damn it!” she whispers. Being so close to my ear, I can hear her frustration.

“Hey…” I whisper back, “It’s okay.”

“It’s…it’s been a while, since…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Truthfully, she’s amazing. Everything is great. But…I can’t help but feel something is missing. Hold up, I know what’s missing. “Ms. Harshwhinny…can I…use my hands?”

There’s a pause between us. Slowly, she moves her head back to look at me. That thinking face she had when I first asked her out has come back. Her eyes look from side to side. Is she looking at my hands? Moments pass, and she nods in approval.

I’m able to use my hands. I raise them up, and rest my left palm on her cheek, and my right rests on her shoulder. I caress her cheek slowly with my thumb. Then, I pull her down closer to my face.

I kiss her on the lips. She moans in surprise at my action, but she isn’t pushing me away. The kiss goes on for longer than a few moments, and Ms. Harshwhinny’s mouth opens, allowing her tongue to touch mine. She relaxes into the kiss, and we keep doing it for a while. For someone who is stern and sometimes unforgiving to those around her, her kisses are gentle; very much unlike her character.

We separate, but my hands remain where they are. Ms. Harshwhinny inhales deeply, and exhales for just as long.

“I never said you could use your lips.” she cuts through the silence with that stern voice.

“I had a chance, and I took it.” I respond back.

“Well…” her serious expression turns to a smirk, “…keep taking those chances.”

I smile, bringing her in for another kiss. As I lock my lips with her’s I slowly thrust my hips up. She gasps, at my action, but keeps kissing me. I do it again, and again, and again, and soon, Ms. Harshwhinny moves her hips with mine. I move my hands along her back, feeling her muscles covered by the smooth silk. I bring my right hand down to the bottom of her shirt, and move underneath it, so I can feel the coat on her back. It’s just as smooth and delectable as the silk she’s wearing. I run my hand through her fur, and am only briefly stopped by the bra strap. I’m not going to take the time to remove it. From the way things are going, I’m not sure that I even have time to remove it. Perhaps, if this all goes well, I can see more of her on a later date.

Ms. Harshwhinny moves her head back on my shoulder, but this time, she’s nuzzling my cheek, and kissing my neck. I do the same to her. I feel her tail brush against my leg, and sweeping on my shoe. Our movements have become synchronized. My breaths are becoming harder, louder, and so are hers. Ms. Harshwhinny moves her hips even faster now, and I do my best to keep up with her. I grab onto her ass to have her grind onto me further, and to also feel it in my palms. Firm and shapely, a deadly combination.

I can feel the pressure in me, now. Any minute, and I’m going to burst. Ms. Harshwhinny isn’t helping matters, as she has leaned upwards, with her bouncing up and down on me. Suddenly, she grabs my head and presses me against her chest. Her soft breasts nearly envelop me, and I gladly accept them. Who wouldn’t? I wrap my hands around her back and embrace her just as tightly as she’s holding me, as we both head towards our inevitable, and rapidly approaching climaxes.

Ms. Harshwhinny is the first to orgasm, with the familiar tightness, and shuddering of her body making its grand reappearance. It’s this feeling that I cannot contain myself anymore. I grunt into her chest, and let loose with my own pleasure, shooting my cum into her warm and wet insides. Ms. Harshwhinny gasps every time my cock spasms, feeling my semen make its way into her body. Her arms hold me tighter, and she holds her breath as my orgasm comes to a close.

With nothing else to give her, my own breath returns, and my grip on her subsides. Soon, she loosens her arms and lets me fall back onto the pillow behind me. We regain our normal breathing habits, and soon, we are looking into each other’s eyes. There aren’t any words between us. What can we say? We started the day off as Boss and Assistant, and we ended it by having sex on this lovely couch. When I first asked her out, Ms. Harshwhinny talked about how fraternization isn’t allowed in her building, but now here we are.

I open my mouth to speak first, but Ms. Harshwhinny interrupts me with a sensual kiss on the lips. I don’t care that this is yet another interruption in a long day full of them, this is pretty much the best way to interrupt me. I place both my hands on her face, caressing her cheeks with my thumbs, wanting desperately to keep the kiss going. Of course, we’ll have to let go of each other at some point.

That point comes sooner than I would have liked, as Ms. Harshwhinny removes her lips from mine.

“Will you…stay the night with me?” she asks. She really doesn’t have to, the answer is way too obvious.

“Yeah, sure.” I attempt to say casually, but even when recuperating from what we just did, my enthusiasm still shines through. “Where would you like me to sleep?”

“My bed would be preferable.”

“Okay. I’ll sleep in your bed, then.”

“Good.” she nods. Slowly, she gets off of me. My softening member slides out of her, and I see a little bit of my cum drip out of her as she straightens herself and her skirt. She looks down to see the drops of seed on the hardwood floor. “Would you mind…um…cleaning that?” she looks embarrassed to have asked that question. Understandable.

“Okay.”

“Thank you.” she nods again, only more slowly this time. “I’m going to get ready for bed. I’ll see you soon.” Ms. Harshwhinny takes her leave, going into her room, which also leads to the door for the bathroom.

I hear water running, and the sounds of brushing teeth. I’m all alone in the living room. Well, not completely alone. I think I put that fluffy pony plushie down in a way that faced us. I turn around to look at the dining room table. Yep, it saw the whole thing. Poor thing. Well, not that poor. It isn’t alive or anything.

Still, the experience of it all washes over me. I almost forget to notice that my zipper is still open, and my dick is still out. I put it back in my pants, and zip myself up, all the while staring at the ceiling, continuing my thoughts. Of course, my mind is also flashing to how disastrous my actions could have been if I flipped the order of what I just did around. Ouch.

I stay seated. I can’t get what happened out of my head. Well, it’s only natural not to, since it happened like a minute ago. The fact of the matter is, I can’t believe it finally happened. I don’t know how we’re going to proceed when we wake up. If we’re going to proceed at all. Is this going to be a one time only thing? Is it going to continue? If we are, how are we going to keep it a secret? Oh no, is Ms. Harshwhinny going to kill me when I fall asleep so that I won’t tell anyone?

Um…that’s a bit over the top. I don’t know why my mind went to that. Ms. Harshwhinny would do no such thing…would she? Quiet brain!

I can’t think about this. It’s too weird. Weirder than what we did? Yes, yes it is. Right now, I only have one thing to say….

“Holy shit.”