Being in Ms. Harshwhinny’s apartment by myself is kind of weird.

The rest of the work day went by fairly uneventfully, with some updates being made to the offer to Fast Pass for the lighting of the Equestria Games torch. There were a few phone calls about various appointment confirmations during the week, such as her spa day on Friday afternoon, and a bracelet being ready tomorrow morning at the jewelry store. All normal things, to be sure. Depending on the day, Ms. Harshwhinny wears a very nice gold bracelet, but it has an unfortunate tendency to crack after use. In my time as her assistant, it’s cracked twice. Maybe I should recommend a better jeweler to her.

Once six o’clock hit, I went to her office, announced my leave, and she nodded with a “good night” and “see you tomorrow.” A common occurrence that leaves no suspicions whatsoever.

Now that I’m here, I guess I should get to the most important thing. Check that entertainment system to see if there’s actually a video game console behind that tinted glass door. Holy shit, there IS a console here! Is Ms. Harshwhinny a secret gamer? I hope she is. I bet she’s a hardcore gamer, too, who trash talks to those that really irritate her. Maybe she’s just a casual gamer that enjoys a couple hours of platforming or adventuring every once in a while. I’ll ask her when I get the chance.

It’s eight fifteen; I head to the kitchen and look through the cabinets. I find the spaghetti noodles, and…woah. This is sauce from Villapiano’s itself. This stuff is pretty expensive; definitely not the type one would get at the grocery store. Better make sure not the screw this up. I mean, it’s spaghetti. I've done it many times before, so it's not going to be difficult.

And now the apartment’s on fire. At least, that’s what my mind flashes to after thinking that.

I boil the noodles, adding in a bit of salt, while also heating up some vegetarian meat balls in the oven. Ms. Harshwhinny has got a really nice oven. It’s sleek and shiny, and looks like it could cook a thanksgiving turkey in a matter of minutes, not hours. Well, that’s how it looks, anyway. It probably cooks a turkey at normal time.

The nine o’clock hour approaches, and everything is ready. All there is to do now, is to mix everything together. I’ve done everything as carefully as possible to not make a mess, so this should be relatively simple.

And it is! Yes! I’ve mixed everything together in a big pot, and it looks so damn good. I put a lid on it to keep the heat from escaping.

There, all done. Now all that’s left to do is to wait for Ms….

Click.

I hear the front door unlocking. She’s home? Wow, five minutes early.

Quickly, I go to the front door, standing with a smile, knowing that she wants the first thing to see when she opens that door to be me. The door fully opens, and Ms. Harshwhinny is standing on the other side.

Woah….oh….woah.

She’s not wearing her work outfit. Instead, she’s wearing her workout clothes. Those tight sweatpants. The open sweatshirt. The sports bra.

Dear lord, the sports bra.

Being that all I’ve seen her wear is a fairly loose silk shirt, I couldn’t really tell just how…ahem…well endowed she was. Even when I had them pressed against my face last night, it was still hard to tell. Bras can be tricky beasts, you know. What could be considered stacked on a first glance, is nothing more than trickery. That sounds rather shallow of me. Truthfully, if she was medium or even small, she would still be absolutely lovely and desirable.

But, oh my god. She is shockingly busty. Not in that ‘if you get hit by them, you’ll die’ kind of busty, but that perfect type of busty. The type you can wrap a hand around and play with them. My mind is seriously going to places. I don’t know where I am any more.

Ms. Harshwhinny’s lips are now on mine, bringing me back to Earth and potentially life.

“I had to get you out of you trance.” she says quietly, but in a tone that shows amusement. “I assume that I am to your liking?”

“Yeah.” I nod and chuckle.

“It must be quite a shock, seeing me wearing this.” Oh, she has no idea. “But, if there’s anyone I don’t mind looking at me the way that you are now…it’s of course you.”

“Forgive me, but does your instructor notice? Like, does he make glances at you?”

“My instructor is female….but yes.” she stifles a chuckle, “No matter how many dirty looks I give her, she's always glancing at me. I don't know why. There are plenty of more attractive and…bustier mares than I in these classes…”

“Maybe it’s because you look perfect.” I interrupt. Ms. Harshwhinny’s eyes widen slightly, and a blush crosses her cheeks. A sight I’ll never tire of.

“There you go again.” she looks away from me. “Is dinner ready?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ll go take a shower.” she walks past me, towards her bedroom, where the bathroom also is. Then, she turns around. “I would like you to join me.”

If I could, I could make my clothes explode off my body. But…I didn’t bring any spares with me, so I kind of need them for tonight.

I turn off the stove and follow Ms. Harshwhinny into the bathroom. I haven’t been in her bathroom before, and much like everything else in this apartment, it’s rather spacious. The shower looks like it could fit three people, which is only appropriate, since it also doubles as a large bathtub. I close to door behind me, and Ms. Harshwhinny looks me up and down with a smirk.

“So…” I say.

“Turn around.” she interrupts. “Before you see me, I want to see you.”

Those words shouldn’t make me nervous. I take pretty good care of myself, so I think I look alright, but hearing her say that in that almost anticipatory tone is causing my heart to race. I turn around, and I’m face to face with the door.

“Take off your clothes.” she says, sounding like all business. “Start with your shirt, and make your way down.”

“O-okay…” I respond. I unbutton my shirt, and take it off, letting it fall to the floor. I then remove the tank top underneath, and then my shoes, so taking off my pants is easier. I unbuckle my belt, and pull my pants down, alongside my underwear.

I stand up straight, no longer moving and letting Ms. Harshwhinny look at me. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but I hope it’s relatively pleasant.

I hear shuffling behind me, and then something lands on my shoulder. I pull it off to see that it’s…oh god, it’s her sports bra. Sliding next to my feet, are her sweat pants, and her shoes. I drop her sports bra, realizing that behind me, Ms. Harshwhinny is completely naked.

Her hands grip my shoulders, and I tense up. Her grip is gentle, but firm. That probably describes her attitude towards me, thus far, so it feels rather appropriate.

“Don’t turn around just yet.” she says. She leads me to the shower. The door in front of me gets further and further away. “Raise your right leg.” I do so, and bring it down over the tub. “Now your left.” I’m fully in the tub.

Her hands move off my shoulders. I hear squeaks behind me, and then the rush of water on my back. It’s lukewarm, but gets warmer and warmer. Steam quickly rises up, as the water is now fairly hot. I can hear the sounds of the water hitting Ms. Harshwhinny’s body, and falling onto the porcelain bottom.

Before I can register this any further, I feel the emanating warmth of her body getting closer to me. Suddenly, her arms wrap around me and she holds me tight. Her breasts press against my back, and they feel soft. Her hands glide along my chest, and her head rests on my right shoulder.

“Not bad.” she whispers, “I knew your physique was like this. I could tell from the clothes you wear.” her fingers trace along my stomach. “Ticklish?” she asks. I shake my head. “No? Good.” She continues to play with my torso. Her movements, and her warmth is causing my body, and other parts of it, to start stiffening up. “Oh?” She notices. “I didn’t have to work very hard for that one.”

“Ms. Harshwhinny…can I turn around?”

“So impatient.” she sighs. She then kisses my shoulder. “Very well. You may turn around.”

She lets go of me and steps back. Finally, I can see what she looks like. I turn around slowly, savoring the moment. When I turn all the way around, I see a very naked Ms. Harshwhinny standing before me. Her teasing attitude has melted away into something more demure. She rubs left hand on her right arm in nervousness, and she’s looking away from me. My eyes scan her body up and down, taking it all in.

My god…she’s perfect.

My assumptions that she takes care of her body were more than founded. She’s well toned, with noticeable muscle in her shoulders and thighs, likely due to her workout classes. Her build is of medium size, not thin, but no excess fat. Her breasts…there as I predicted. They’re big, and they’re staring right at me. My hands twitch, desperate to grab every inch of her, but I’m staying myself. I don’t want to be too aggressive. I want to make this last.

“Well…” she says in a soft spoken but stern tone, “What do you think?”

I don’t respond to the question, as I reach down to the side and pick up a bottle of body wash. Ms. Harshwhinny’s ears perk up at the sound, and she sees me squeeze the bottle into my palm. Her eyes widen slightly, alongside a blush on her cheeks.

“W-what are you doing?” she asks.

“Turn around.” I reply.

Almost reluctantly, she does so. I see the rest of her marvelous body. Her ass is incredible. It better be, it sure felt amazing in my hands last night. Her tail sways back and forth, weighted down by the water. It’s almost like her body is taunting me, even as she still looks nervous.

I move closer to her, putting the body wash on both my hands. Then, I place my hands on her shoulders. I feel her body shiver at my touch, as I move my hands up and down, spreading the soap on her arms. As I move my hands around her, I hear small moans coming from her. Her legs shake, and thighs tighten. I put more soap in my hands, and continue rubbing her down. I make it to her chest, and I begin to caress her breasts, rubbing soap all over them. I’m soft in my touch, and she continues to moan. As for me, I’m rock hard, but I’m controlling myself.

I press my chest against her back, as I continue to rub the soap all over her torso. Her breathing gets heavier, and her left hand moves closer to her crotch. I stop her hand from proceeding, and she looks over at me, looking confused as to why I stopped.

“There’s no need for that.” I say, turning her around. I move her back, closer to the water. The water rains down on her, washing away the soap I just applied to her. As the last of the suds fall off her, I go in and kiss her passionately. Instinctively, I move her further, so that her back is pressed against the wall.

“Please…” she pants, “I can’t take much more.”

Listening to her demand for sex is making me go crazy. I line up my cock and slowly insert it inside her wet but tight pussy. If feels just as incredible as it did last night. Ms. Harshwhinny latches herself onto me, her fingers digging into my back, but not breaking any skin. A loud moan exits her mouth, and her inner walls clamp down on me in a vice grip.

Did she…

“Not again…” she says in disappointment. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be.” I say. Truthfully, I don’t mind. In fact, it’s actually makes me proud. I caress my hands on her cheeks, and give her another kiss, further assuring her that I’m more than okay.

I move myself into her, and she gasps on each thrust. She kisses my neck again, and then moves up to my ear, giving it a nibble. That only turns me on more, and I thrust harder into her. Her gasps become audible moans, and every time I thrust, she moves her hips forward, burying me inside her more than I already am.

Suddenly, she pushes me backward to the wall behind me. Her vice like grip of both her hands and her pussy never subsiding. I stop moving, as Ms. Harshwhinny becomes the dominant one now. She thrusts herself onto me, and I feel my length being roughly caressed by her inner walls. Her look of determination to make me climax before her oncoming orgasm is endearing, and I’m fighting myself because of it. Ms. Harshwhinny, gets rougher and rougher, and her walls get tighter.

Her body breaks down into shivers, and she loudly moans. I feel her sexual juices run onto me, and down my leg.

“Why?” she whispers after her orgasm subsides. “Why aren’t you cumming, yet?”

“I will…in just a minute.” I say. I better live up to that minute.

I grab onto her perfect and shapely ass, lift her off the floor, and press her against the wall again. I thrust harder into her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Her breasts are in my face, and I cannot help myself. I wrap my mouth around her left breast, and suck on her nipple. Each thrust makes her yell in pleasure, and my breast stuffed mouth muffles, feeling myself reaching the inevitable climax.

After a few more thrusts, I cannot take much more, pressing into her hard, and my cock twitches wildly inside her, much like it did last night. Semen explodes out of my tip, filling her up, and in turn, she climaxes again. I remove Ms. Harshwhinny’s delicious breast from my mouth, and kiss her cleavage. I then rest my head on them, feeling the soft and wet fur against my cheek. Her breaths, once heavy, begin to soften, and she rests her chin on the top of my head.

“This…” she quietly says, “…may have been counter productive.”

“True.” I chuckle. “I suppose we should get clean for real, this time.”

Ms. Harshwhinny and I sit at the dining room table, both wearing robes, eating the still hot spaghetti from our respective bowls. She is quiet, eating the pasta much like she did yesterday. That prim and proper attitude, even when wearing a violet colored robe that hides her glorious nakedness from all, isn’t going away. I catch a minor instance of what must be her true self, slurping a noodle into her mouth quickly. She catches me, and tries to hide it with a napkin on her mouth, pretending to wipe away any sauce from her lips.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

“Yes, it’s quite good.”

“I noticed that the sauce you use is from Villapiano’s. Expensive stuff.”

“Expensive? Do you use it when you make spaghetti at home?”

“No. I use regular store brand.”

“You do?” she turns her head to the side. “Do I…do I not pay you enough?”

“Huh?” What is she talking about? I get paid more than enough. It’s just… “No, no, you pay me a great salary!”

“If you feel inadequately compensated, I’ll raise your salary. You’ve more than earned it.”

“I…” Okay, that sounds pretty great, but… “No. You pay me well, Ms. Harshwhinny. I’ve just been saving my money…I mean bits.”

“Saving? For what?”

“Anything, really. Sometimes, I send bits over to my family on earth. The inter-dimensional travel turns the bits into cash. Not that my family is poor, but I thought I’d pay them back for raising me.”

“Huh…” I see a small smirk on her face. “You remind me of myself.”

“I do?”

“I send bits to my parents every month.”

“Oh? I’ve never met your parents.”

“Not many have. I don’t know anypony or anybody well enough to introduce them to my family.”

“You think that maybe I could meet them? It would be interesting to meet the parents of the Head of The Equestria Games.”

“Perhaps.” she chuckles, “But under the guise of my assistant. After all, we have a contract to uphold.”

“Of course.” I nod. I pick up my empty bowl, and take hers as well. She nods in appreciation. I put them in the sink and run water over them for a preliminary soak before I fully wash them later. I sit back down at the table.

“That was delicious.” she says, “Thank you for the meal.”

“It’s no problem.” I wave it off. I watch as Ms. Harshwhinny moves her right palm onto her cheek, staring at me in thought. “What is it?”

“I was thinking a little bit about the terms of our contract. My I propose some loopholes?”

“Loopholes?”

“Well, I’m beginning to realize that the state of our relationship might make me impatient on most days.”

“Most days? We only just started being together.”

“Technically, we’ve been together for a year.”

“Yeah, but as…wait…” I think about it, “…have you been thinking about going out with me during that year?”

Ms. Harshwhinny goes silent, with a blush on her cheeks. “Perhaps.” she responds timidly, “I do admit to having a fondness for you on certain days.”

“Woah.” as incredible as it is to hear, my next question is “Why?”

“Do you want to hear my proposal about those loopholes?” she deflects the question. I would call her out on it, but I am genuinely interested to see what she has in mind.

“Sure.”

“Well, say we are at a restaurant, going over a memo or contract over lunch. Say that the table cloth is lengthy enough to hit the floor. Perhaps…if that is the case…would you mind if I…” I feel her hoof scratch against my leg gently. “…do that?”

“I…wouldn’t mind at all.” Man, playing footsie (hoovsie?) with my boss sounds weirdly hot. “Well, since we’re finding looholes already, say that we’re reading a memo at this restaurant, and there’s an important detail that I would like to show you. So, I decide to move myself…” I pick myself and my chair up, and sit down next to her, “…to your side. And, as I read to you the detail, I…” I place my hand on her leg. A small gasp comes from her. “…I decide to touch your leg.”

“If you’re really talented, you could probably get away with a lot more than that.” she says.

I look down, noticing that she has spread her legs a bit. Holy shit. Okay, then. I slide my hand up her thigh, and find my mark with ease. I insert a finger inside her slick pussy, and she immediately moans upon insertion. She grabs my hand, and pushes my finger in deeper. She closes her eyes, and arches her back, causing the robe to open up, showing her healthy cleavage trying to burst out of the cloth.

I continue massaging her inner walls and clit, and I use my other hand to reach into her robe and fondle her breasts. Man, they feel even more wonderful than they did in the shower. Probably because they aren’t wet, but with a bit of fluff to them, thanks to that body wash. Ms. Harshwhinny opens her eyes to look at me; her tongue fighting to come out of her mouth in pure pleasure.

“You are a brute.” she says in the most sexual tone possible.

“I know.” I reply, planting a kiss on her. The combination of all these things; the fingering, the fondling, and the kissing, make her muffle in yet another orgasm. Her body shakes from the sensation, and she holds onto my shoulders to wait for the shakes to subside.

Moments pass, and she calms her body down. I remove my fingers from her, and take my hand off her breasts. She pants quietly, as she gives me light kisses.

“Will you stay with me, tonight?” She doesn’t really have to ask.

“Of course.”

“I don’t want to be separate this time. Do you mind if you…hold me?”

“Not at all.”

After we wash the dishes and put away any leftovers in the fridge, the two of us head to the bedroom. Ms. Harshwhinny takes off her robe and crawls onto the bed. God, she has such an amazing figure. I always figured that she would have a great body, but looking at her now is like staring at a goddess. Listen to me; my hyperbole is off the charts. I take off my robe and lie down next to her. She stares at me with her head resting on her right palm, a small smile curls on her lips.

“What?” I ask.

“Did you ever imagine something like this?”

“Not exactly, but…I did wonder what it would be like…with you.”

“Ah, so you did have ulterior motives for asking me out.”

“No, I actually didn’t think about it. I truly wanted to do something nice for you. The rest was…quite a surprise.”

“You’re sweet. Maybe that’s what I like about you most.”

“I never would have imagined hearing you say such things.”

“I won’t use them in public. I have an image to maintain.” she says in a stern stone. “Now then, onto business.” she inches closer and wraps her arms around my body. She holds me to her tightly, and she rests her head on my chest. Since we’re the same height, she has to move down a bit. “How is this?”

“It’s fine. A bit tight.” I admit. I feel her grip loosening up, and it now feels way more comfortable. “Ms. Harshwhinny, have you ever cuddled before?”

“No. I lack experience with it. I’ve only seen it in movies. Is it okay?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s okay.” I put my arms around her. “You feel nice.”

“It’s only natural. You practically drowned me in that body wash.”

“Sorry. Did I use too much?”

“A little bit. It’s fine, though. I did come back from a work out, so I appreciate you being so thorough.”

“I know, I got pretty carried away.”

“Don’t worry about it. The attention was…nice.” she mutters the last part. “Do you mind if I stay like this?”

“Not at all. You hold on for as long as you want.”

A long pause happens between us. I don’t hear an answer from her. Instead, I feel her breath massaging my chest. She breathes in and out so slowly, and I feel her chest pressing against me, and then subsiding. It’s a calming feeling, more so that I can feel her hand caressing my back. It’s incredible just how much our relationship has progressed these past hours. Just yesterday afternoon, I was only her assistant, but now, we’re much more than that. Things are different now. I don’t know what tomorrow brings, nor the day after that.

The days between us were predictable. Not uneventfully so, but there was a routine. Now? Now there isn’t a routine. There’s only us. There’s….

“Thank you.” she whispers to me after minutes of silence. Her tone is interesting. Her voice cracked just a little bit, like she was holding something back. It sounded…almost sad.

I want to ask her what’s wrong, but she might just ignore it. I feel her cheek nuzzle my chest, and she sighs in comfort. Maybe I’m overthinking her tone. That was probably her tired voice. I don’t know, yet. I shouldn’t dwell on it for too long, as I’m getting tired myself.

I kiss the top of her head, and close my eyes.

Tomorrow’s a new day. Should be interesting.