Chapter One - Flashes in the Pan
At the end of the day, the Judges’ Council meeting in Ponyville Town Hall finally came to a close after a long discussion. Ms. Harshwhinny sighed in relief as she sulked away from Town Hall, exhausted from the long info briefings on regulations and registry, assignments and the numerous guidelines in which she must follow when dealing with the athletes. Also, she had to deal with answering all the nagging questions and enduring consistent outbursts from Rainbow Dash throughout the meeting about things she didn't understand AND how “awesome” this 5th Biannual E.N.A.C (Equestrian National Athletic Competition) is going to be in Manehattan this year. But, of course, with the regulations against her Element of Harmony and checks for anything "totally not cool" that might prove unfairly advantageous, the meeting went on longer than expected to accommodate Rainbow's attendance and explain her portion of the process.
Decidely, Rainbow Dash wanted to prove that she was the best Pegasus in not only all of Equestria, but in all of Equus against every other nation afterwards. So, with much enthusiasm, she joined in the meeting for all interested ponies in participating in the qualifying rounds for Ponyville. Ms. Harshwhinny heavily stressed that...
"If, and I do mean if you qualify in the Nationals, you'll be held responsible for representing not only the Pegasi, but all of Equestria as well! I'll be keeping a close eye on you throughout these trials, Ms. Dash. Do NOT make a mockery of our nation!" Ms. Harshwhinny grieved at the thought of Rainbow Dash representing Equestria.
She straightened out her hair, running a few fingers across the bangs from her face, catching a glance at her golden wristwatch.
“Hmmph, late again….. Darn that Rainbow Dash. Somepony ought to teach her a bit of punctuality soon if she’s going to make it in Equestria.”
Ms. Harshwhinny pouted again, looking down at her watch. 7:32 p.m., it read, the setting of the evening sun radiantly casting its horizon twilight aura across Ponyville. “Hopefully Carousel Boutique is still open at this time…”
About 15 minutes later, Ms. Harshwhinny strode up to the front door of Carousel Boutique, the windows brightly lit from within. An elegantly crafted sign hung from the door, “Come Inside” etched onto it. Evidentially, Rarity still kept her business running later in the evening. As the sun disappeared behind the horizon, Ms. Harshwhinny opened the door and stepped inside.
The main lobby was abandoned. The chimes of the bell echoed sharply throughout the quiet lobby as Ms. Harshwhinny opened the door, Rarity nowhere to be found. She cleared her throat politely. “Ahem, excuse me? Ms. Rarity? Are you still of service this evening?”
A harmonious voice sung to her from the back of the lobby. “Oh! Yes dear, I’ll be with you in a moment! Please, do come in!”
Ms. Harshwhinny closed the door behind her, walking into the lobby and taking a look around the Boutique. A large group of curtains were drawn open, displaying lovely selections and mannequins bearing dresses crafted by the generous seamstress. She prowled the dresses, finding no interest in the extravagant selection before her, finally leaving the displays alone to spot a short curtain closing off a doorway frame towards the back of the store. Curiously, Ms. Harshwhinny poked her head through it. The room was littered with various stray fabrics and patterns, colorful accents, unfinished outfits, and a sketch book laying open on a dresser, laying in the opposite end of the room. She clasped the curtain nervously and cautiously made her way to the open sketch book, turning it over to read the cover.
“Rarity’s Private Collection: Book 4”
That peaked Ms. Harshwhinny’s curiosity even more. “My my, a private collection? And her fourth book?” she whispered to herself, opening up to the first few sketches of the book. “I hope she doesn’t mind if I peek for a little bit…”
The first few pages was scribbled over with notes and basic concepts for delicate designs, a few sketches of arm sleeves for other dresses. She flipped through more of Rarity’s private ideas, pursing her lips with intrigue and growing interest, each sketch and drawing slowly becoming more and more erotic. “Oh……this one looks…”
Ms. Harshwhinny bit her lip, barely stifling a small moan. She traced a finger along the particular page that caught her attention.
The sketch featured a nearly full latex suit with leather strappings along the wearer’s thighs and chest. It exposed much of the wearer’s torso, back, and particularly in-between the groin and legs. The design would hug the body closely, letting every curve, accent, and bump pop out sensually. She bit her finger longingly, a faint stirring of pleasure awakening in her chest as she mentally molested the drawing.
Rarity sang out again. “Darling, where are you? I’m ready to fit you! Hello, anypony still out there?”
Ms. Harshwhinny fumbled the book in her hands for a moment, then caught it upside-down in the air, clutching the book close to her chest, face flushed red of embarrassment. “U-uh…. Yes….. I’m still here….”
She stepped out of Rarity’s workroom, brushing past the curtains and nervously made her way back into the lobby with the raunchy sketchbook still clutched to her chest. Rarity was preoccupied with one of the mannequins, adorning it with accented fabrics and glittering gems. She rested her head in the palm of her clasped hand, tapping her cheek as the pins and fabrics flowed gracefully about her, the light blue aura of her magic illuminating each piece. As Ms. Harshwhinny approached her, Rarity’s horn radiated brightly, sending all the materials away into an open trunk at her feet. Rarity glanced at Ms. Harshwhinny and smiled, her eyes sparking with interest.
“Oh hello there, Ms. Harshwhinny! I wasn’t expecting you to come by for a custom dress! I suppose you're looking to spice up your wardrobe with a little of Rarity's TLC! ” Rarity cheered, her royal blue eyes twinkling brightly. Ms. Harshwhinny merely gave her a nervous smile and shrugged, fingers clasped around the edges of Rarity’s sketchbook. Rarity spotted her book wrapped underneath Ms. Harshwhinny’s crossed arms. Her smiled faded.
“I do believe…….this book belongs to you, Ms. Rarity?” Ms. Harshwhinny offered the book back to Rarity, handing it back with her finger bookmarking the page with the latex suit design. Rarity looked down at her personal sketchbook in Ms. Harshwhinny’s hand, eyeing it curiously through her glasses. “I see you’ve found one of my…… personal idea books.” She purred. “Oh…… and it appears you’ve found something interesting in it, haven’t you, darling?” Rarity noted, arching a pristinely maintained eyebrow luxuriously.
Ms. Harshwhinny stiffened up a bit, caught, attempting to muster up enough courage to mask her embarrassment. “I might have….. stumbled across something…… interesting…” She opened the book to her bookmarked finger, timidly showing Rarity the design. Rarity leaned over and looked at the page, lightly rubbing her chin in concentration. For a few moments, her eyes darted between the pages, reading over the notes before she glared over her glasses at Ms. Harshwhinny.
“Oh, my dear Harshwhinny, you’ve got quite an interesting taste for this kind of fashion wear… I never assumed you'd be that kind of pony....”
Rarity stood up straight and gave her a haughty pout, placing a hand on her hip as she eyed Ms. Harshwhinny’s body. “Hmmmmm, not so much excess on the body, lovely hips….”
Ms. Harshwhinny looked as though she was a breath away from fainting, her face draining of color. She clasped her hands behind her waist with the book in her hands, puffing out her chest pompously, and stood her heels close together. From how quickly she straightened out, she seemed very well practiced in this upright pose. “I feel like I’m being judged right now…” she muttered through her pressed lips.
Rarity stick her lower lip out, a slightly annoyed look fell about her complexion. She walked around Ms. Harshwhinny, Rarity's hips swinging about as her black high heeled shoes clicked with each step. She stood close up behind her, horn sparking to life. “Oh, this simply won’t do. A women’s posture shouldn’t be so….. taut and uptight, if I do say so myself...” Rarity levitated the book from Ms. Harshwhinny’s hands, tapping them along with Ms. Harshwhinny’s behind with a ruler she pulled away from her work desk.
"Mmm, what a lovely rear...." Rarity’s voice softly came with the silky flow of intimacy, teasing goosebumps along Harshwhinny’s neck and shoulders as she stroked the ruler down the inside of Ms. Harshwhinny’s right leg. “Now, if you want me to make this outfit for you, I must ask a simple question of you…” she purred behind Ms. Harshwhinny’s ear, leaning against her back with her generously large breasts. The rest of Rarity’s divine figure brushed up against Ms. Harshwhinny’s backside, her clasped hands pressing into Rarity’s inner thighs. Ms. Harshwhinny’s face slowly burned hot as she gestured a swallow. “O-oh? And what m-might that be, Ms. Rarity?”
Rarity worked her well-manicured hands around Ms. Harshwhinny’s waist, a tape measure weaving into her fingers. She leaned forward, bending Ms. Harshwhinny over with her breasts while she pulled the tape measure around Ms. Harshwhinny’s stomach. Rarity then leaned back and pulled the tape measure all the way around, levitated a single strand of lace from her work desk and bound Ms. Harshwhinny’s hands together, her behind still firmly pressed against Rarity’s curvy waist. Ms. Harshwhinny flushed with embarrassment and a twinge of arousal, turning back slightly to catch Rarity eyeing her desirably, the tip of her tongue gently licking her lips, eyes glowering with lust. A pang of shock stung Ms. Harshwhinny, her heart started racing in her chest.
She purred with a voice brimming with sweetness. “Do you understand the Art of the Dress, darling?”
A surging wave of chills ran down Ms. Harshwhinny’s spine, crawling all over her skin, prompting her to shift her thighs uncomfortably, the subtle desire quietly simmering in her loins. “I…. I…. I don’t believe I’m quite familiar with that, Ms. Rarity.” Rarity worked in a soft, warming smile, softening her gaze and tenderly placing a hand on Ms. Harshwhinny’s left shoulder. “Then allow me to…familiarize you to it.”
“F-familiarize?” Ms. Harshwhinny stammered, her eyes darting between Rarity’s seductive face and the hand that now gently and slowly rubbed her shoulder.
“Yes, dear……” Rarity cooed, carefully slipping her hand along Ms. Harshwhinny’s dress shirt collar and rubbing her neck. "I want you to get a little.....acquainted with it, starting with just a little step...." Her light touch pushed further down into Ms. Harshwhinny’s shirt, moving closer to her breasts. Ms. Harshwhinny stoop up abruptly, stepping away from Rarity’s sensual probing, blushing madly. “I-I really, REALLY think this is something I don’t want to…..do at the….ahem…. moment…” she stammered, feeling rather twitchy under Rarity’s sultry glare. Rarity struck a pose, placing her hand on her stuck-out hip and the other between her supple bosoms with feigned offense. “Well, I suppose…”
She took a careful step towards Ms. Harshwhinny, placing a finger on the front button of her collared shirt and pulled it down ever so slightly, undoing the first button of Harshwhinny's white dress shirt.
“…I could make the outfit just for you, if you ever want to try again…”
Ms. Harshwhinny looked down at herself as Rarity undid the next few buttons of her dress shirt with only a finger, revealing the black lingerie bra cupping her large cleavage. “Ms. Rarity, I….” she weakly protested, her heart leapt in her chest as Rarity pulled off her shirt, the dress shirt fell back on Ms. Harshwhinny's arms and rested on her bound hands behind her back. Rarity walked over to the worktable, leaving Ms. Harshwhinny with only her bra on her upper body. Rarity’s horn illuminated once more with its light blue magic, levitating loads of materials from a nearby linen closet. She gestured for Ms. Harshwhinny to step onto the display pedestal with a single finger. “You’ll have to stand still in order for me to get your measurements, sweetie. Please stand on that pedestal for me.”
Ms. Harshwhinny sighed wearily in resignation and stepped up onto the display pedestal, hands still bound behind her waist with lace, covered with her dress shirt hanging over the lace bonding. Rarity turned around to face her, waving her hand dismissively and gave her a comforting smile. “Come on now, darling, there’s no need to be so uptight. Relax a bit….I want to make you a comfortable fit.”
With a spark of magic and a snap of her fingers for show, the lace untied itself from Ms. Harshwhinny’s hands. The white dress shirt fell to the ground behind Ms. Harshwhinny. “Now, stand up straight and don’t move…” she prompted as she stepped up on the pedestal, taking Ms. Harshwhinny’s right hand and outstretched her arm.
Rarity wrapped her left arm around Ms. Harshwhinny's waist, her hand gliding down and resting just above Harshwhinny's groin. The tape measure magically floated across to Rarity's hands, stretching between them, measuring Ms. Harshwhinny's outstretched arm to her groin. Ms. Harshwhinny bit her lip, squirming a little as Rarity brushed her elegant body against her, pulling Ms. Harshwhinny closer by her waist. "Not too wide on the frame, I could widen the hips a little for comfort..."
She let go of Ms. Harshwhinny, backing away with a step before walking around in front of her, eyeing her chest. Rarity ran her hand along Ms. Harshwhinny’s waist while she pranced around her, turning to face Ms. Harshwhinny, deviously smiling at her. Ms. Harshwhinny shyly looked away, peeking a few glances back at Rarity’s sultry look. Rarity did a little shimmy with her hips and shoulders and pulled Ms. Harshwhinny to her by groping her rear. Their breasts mashed up against each other, their faces within an inch of each other. Ms. Harshwhinny blushed as Rarity batted her eyelashes before her, feeling Rarity’s hand running up her back, the tape measure strung tight across Harshwhinny’s back.
Ms. Harshwhinny winced and bit her lower lip as Rarity slowly nuzzled her nose with her own. “Mmmm…… a solid 30D….” Rarity spoke with a lover’s whisper, her lips barely brushing Ms. Harshwhinny’s. Ms. Harshwhinny stood there, body radiantly shedding heat, thoroughly aroused yet embarrassed by Rarity’s expertly placed, not-so-occasional gropes. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, fighting every urge to moan while Rarity stroked her body, lightly tracing it with steady and practiced ease.
A few sensual and enduring moments later, Ms. Harshwhinny was panting wearily and nearly crimson in her face, Rarity fashioning a nearly full-body latex suit on one of the modeling stands. She took a couple of moments to regain her composure before speaking to Rarity. “How long would you say this suit is going to take to be completed, Ms. Rarity? I’m running on a particularly tight schedule…”
Rarity giggled softly, her feminine charm radiating through her laugh. “Particularly tight, you say? Much like a few other things…”
A sinking feeling dropped in Ms. Harshwhinny’s stomach when Rarity played with that line.
“Well, Ms. Harshwhinny, I should be able to get this completed for you by tomorrow evening.”
Ms. Harshwhinny groaned “That’s going to be a problem, considering that I have to depart tonight for Manehattan.”
Rarity arched an eyebrow, looking at Ms. Harshwhinny. “Okay then…. I’ll see which hotel you’re staying at and I could just bring the outfit over to you. We’ll both be little bit more…. Satisfied.” Ms. Harshwhinny blinked. “Satisfied, Ms. Rarity?”
Rarity stuck the tip of her tongue out of the side of her mouth, pointing her ruler down at Ms. Harshwhinny’s chest. She looked down and saw her erect nipples bleeding through her black lingerie brazier. “Oh! Oh my!!” She quickly folded her forearms across her chest, covering up her breasts. Rarity softly shook her head and laughed sweetly. “My, aren’t we budding through the veil? I assure you that this suit won’t expose what you don’t want exposed, once I’m through with it tomorrow. I’ll bring it along for a…. shall we say ‘test run’?”
Ms. Harshwhinny quickly shook her head in bafflement, loose strands of her kept hair falling out of its natural form. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Ms. Rarity, unless…” she drifted off, turning aside and blushing. Rarity picked up on Ms. Harshwhinny’s sudden withdrawal, curiosity etched on her face. “…unless you don’t have any other arrangements for that evening…”
Rarity’s face lightened up a bit. “Trust me, darling. I can close down shop for a few days. It’ll be nice to get out of the Boutique for now. And besides, I might know a certain mare who could….join us for little while” She winked.
Ms. Harshwhinny glanced at Rarity with fearful eyes, confused and half-attempting to cover her erect nipples.
“A-another mare? Who might that be?” she repeated. Rarity stroked one of her elegant purple curls and moaned “Why ruin the surprise? It’ll be a lovely experience for everypony…”
Ms. Harshwhinny grabbed her white dress shirt and put it back on, re-buttoning it up. “Please Ms. Rarity, I must know who you’re talking about. I believe I’m not quite the most favorable of ponies…”
Rarity huffed indignantly at Ms. Harshwhinny. “Nonsense. The pony I have in mind sees you more than just ‘favorable’. More like ‘desirable’, personally….”
Ms. Harshwhinny’s ears twitched. Rarity started pulling out different fabrics and matching them with the modeling stand’s design, facing away from Ms. Harshwhinny and falling naturally into her usual working behavior. “Ohh, I suppose my curiosity has shown forth again…” Ms. Harshwhinny confessed.
Rarity kept working on the latex suit, her magic matching patterns and forming the design as she spared a glance at herself, her supple breasts showing faint signs of arousal through her dress.
“That’s good to hear, but curiosity got Opalescence dyed the color of Rainbow Dash. You’ll simply have to wait until then…” Ms. Harshwhinny opened her mouth to speak when her watch started beeping.
“Well, it appears my time is up here, Ms. Rarity. I must get going and grab something to eat soon. Here’s the address to the hotel I’m staying at in Manehatten. I’ll be in the Executive Suites.” She passed Rarity a small card with her information and nodded. “I’ll see you later, I suppose…”
“The same to you, darling…” Rarity dismissed.
Ms. Harshwhinny started walking out of the lobby, pausing a moment to turn back and look at Rarity. Her eyes fell upon Rarity’s feminine body and wide hips for a little bit, contemplating a few thoughts before leaving Carousel Boutique.
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Ms. Harshwhinny watched the evening crowd conversing among themselves from her empty booth at the local Ponyville diner, legs crossed underneath the table, tabletop littered with empty plates and scraps of food. The train for Manehattan didn’t leave for another hour, so she enjoyed the stop to distract her mind from Rarity’s all too interesting touch. While she picked off the last bits of food on her plate, the waitress walked over with a cheerful smile and a small milkshake on a serving platter in one hand. “Here you go ma’am, one whipped vanilla milkshake, fresh from the back of the ba-“
As she was in motion of setting the serving platter down in front of Ms. Harshwhinny, the platter tipped over. The milkshake slid off the platter and toppled over, spilling the vanilla milkshake all down Ms. Harshwhinny’s front. The cup fell down and hit the edge of the table, splattered Ms. Harshwhinny’s face with the creamy treat, clattering with a sharp shatter of glass. The smashed glass brought the attention of some of the patrons in the diner to the corner booth. The waitress gasped in shock as Ms. Harshwhinny growled in frustration, dripping in milkshake.
“I am sooooooo sorry!!!” she squeaked, pulling out a clean rag from her apron, quickly rubbing the vanilla milkshake off Ms. Harshwhinny’s shirt.
“No! Wai-….. STOP!!!” Ms. Harshwhinny protested, pushing her arms out in front her, defensively trying to block the apologetic waitress’ attempts to clean her chest off. The waitress finally withdrew her moistened rag, still offering her apologies as Ms. Harshwhinny wiped her face. Ms. Harshwhinny noticed that a few other ponies in the diner were gawking at her from behind the waitress. “What are you ponies looking at….?” She demanded as she looked down, her shirt bleeding through once again.
The cold beverage and aggressive rubbing revealed her hardening breasts.
“Oh….oh my… uhh…..” the quirky waitress sputtered, slowly stepping away from Ms. Harshwhinny and clutching her slightly dampened rag against her own chest, utterly mortified. The diner went quiet as more ponies started to turn to see what was happening. Ms. Harshwhinny’s cleavage was clearly defined through her bra, remnants of milkshake cascading down her dress shirt. She stood up, slammed a few bits onto the table, grabbed her shoulder-strap bag and luggage, then ran out the front door.
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The train set for departure to Manehatten whistled loudly, bellowing steam from its smokestack and wheels, hissing in the wake of nightfall. The crowd of other ponies was slowly thinning out as the bells clanging across the lit platform, passengers climbing onto the train. Ms. Harshwhinny strode quickly onto the platform, tugging the wheeled bag of luggage behind her and holding her shoulder strap bag across her wet chest. She strode towards the back of the platform, a conductor flagging her down to him. He greeted her with a welcoming smile and a tip of his hat. “Good evening, Miss. May I see your ticket?”
Ms. Harshwhinny brought the luggage next to her and stood it upright, freeing her hand to search her bag for the ticket. She fished it out and handed it over to the train conductor. “Here’s my ticket, sir. I would like to board the train now, I’d really like to get some rest in my cabin before the train leaves.” Ms. Harshwhinny huffed raggedly.
The conductor read her ticket and nodded. “Why of course, Miss. Your cabin is at the very back, just like you requested. Shall I take your bags?”
Ms. Harshwhinny grimaced at the innocent gesture, shaking her head. “No no, that’s quite alright. I can take of this myself…” She quickly collected her luggage and walked on board the train, tugging her luggage down the train corridor to the caboose. Once at her cabin, on the right side of the caboose, she opened the door and put her bags away: her shoulder bag placed on top of the bed and luggage into a corner of the cabin. She then closed the door and locked it, drawing the curtains over the windows, plunging the cabin into darkness.
Ms. Harshwhinny sat on the edge of the bed for a little bit before sighing deeply, unbuttoning her wet, vanilla-scented dress shirt. She threw the white, soaked shirt into the far corner of the cabin, then fell backwards, sprawling herself across the bed. Ms. Harshwhinny groaned to herself. “Oohhh, this day couldn’t be anymore a fiasco…"
She closed her eyes and relaxed on top of the bed, quietly reflecting on her incidents earlier that day, listening to the faint chatter outside of the train. The drawn curtains blocked out a majority of the light from the platform, the cabin ominously dark, save for the crack of light shining through the edges of the curtain. She thought back to her meetings at the Ponyville Town Hall, drudging through the boring hours of being explained to how the contest would proceed, enduring the dull questions and presentations, plus the rather high-energy, completely unprofessional etiquette of none other than Rainbow Dash. The ‘Element of Loyalty’ Rainbow Dash. Ms. Harshwhinny felt rather annoyed by her antics, nearly begging for somepony to put her in line for once in her life when it came to competing.
Ms. Harshwhinny relished in her imagination for a little, imaging Rainbow actually following protocol for once: dressed up, neat and trimmed, listening to her every command as she orders, obediently doing as she’s told. She laughed quietly to herself, folding her arms across her torso, holding herself as she laid back on the soft cabin bed. “Heh, don’t kid yourself, she’d never follow through with it unless she’s a Wonderbolt…” Ms. Harshwhinny paused for a moment as she felt the cool remains of the milkshake slightly sticky on her stomach.
Her thoughts floated to her mishap at the diner, drawing out a long, disappointed sigh. Her body still felt a bit sticky from the spilt milkshake: in-between her breasts, on her stomach, and a bit of her neck and chest. Ms. Harshwhinny turned her head aside, looking for the shoulder bag she set down on the bed resting just above her. She grabbed it, pulling open the bag and searching inside of the large purse, taking out some small wet wipes.
Ms. Harshwhinny sat up on the bed, propped up by her hands spread out behind her. The light barely lit a small vertical stripe alongside the right half of her womanly figure. She stared at herself, peeking at her two mounds of feminine beauty covered up by the soaked, sticky lingerie.
Naughty thoughts provoked her mind, arousing a curious thought in her head. She felt a little dirty allowing the thought manifest in her mind, letting the sticky remains of her milkshake resemble a lover’s seed splayed about her chest.
“Mmm, I could work with that….” She whispered slowly to herself, reaching up her back to unhook her bra. With a small snap, the lingerie black bra fell away from her body and dropped onto her lap. Ms. Harshwhinny cusped her breasts in her hands with a wipe in each hand, groping herself slowly, squeezing them tenderly. The cool sensation of rubbing wetness on her skin excited her, pressing her fingers around her nipples, tracing the bumps along each areole. She panted slowly as she pinched her breasts, thoughts turning to Rarity once more, remembering her delicate touch teasing on Ms. Harshwhinny’s body. She bit her lip as she wiped around the entirety of her ample bosom, squeezing them together and towards her face.
More flashes of memory danced in her head: Rarity groping her chest as she reached around to measure, her own glorious figure embracing Harshwhinny’s body. The tickling sensation she was too ashamed to admit she enjoyed when Rarity lightly brushed up her sides with the tips of her fingers…
Ms. Harshwhinny stopped playing with herself, letting her breasts go, sighing. “What has gotten into me?” she shook her head, smiling softly in defeat.
Surely, Ms. Harshwhinny had fallen victim to Rarity’s regal yet seductive charm, the aching in her loins slowly subsiding from the lack of bodily stimulation. She groaned in frustration, caught between giving into her little fantasies, masturbating to these delights and refocusing herself from these flights of fancy.
The train didn’t leave the station for another 13 minutes: Enjoy a little ‘quality time’ with herself or prepare to go to sleep for trip to Manehatten?
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The train quietly clacked and rattled along the tracks leaving Ponyville and headed eastwards to Manehatten. Many of the passengers aboard the steam train were settling in for the night, preparing to either eat dinner, read a book, fall asleep…
…or finger herself lightly with a small, pill-shaped vibrator.
The faint buzzing filled her ears, the scent of her sex dripping from her legs intoxicatingly filled her nose. She knew this scent very well, aroused by familiarity, spreading her soaking wet cunt apart with her forefingers. Her mind was drowned in pleasure, tuned out to train’s noise, tuned out the quiet chatter on the train, tuned out to everything that isn’t Ms. Harshwhinny.
Her legs spread apart wide, small streams of orgasmic fluids trickled down her taint as she convulsed her body in stuttering shakes. Weak moans of pleasure escaped her throat, the wet squelching of fingering the inside of her pussy lightly bounced around the cabin. Her juices flowed freely onto the now sex-soaked dress shirt laid just below Ms. Harshwhinny’s rear, momentarily caught in her fingers before slowly dropping onto the shirt.
Ms. Harshwhinny giggled playfully, picking up the pill vibrator from her thoroughly soaked cunt, a singular strand of her pre-orgasmic cum clung to her fingertips, trailing down to her throbbing pink clit. The fluid glistened in the moonlight that penetrated between the curtains’ folds. She raised her hand with the vibrator up higher above her until the strand finally gave away, falling back onto Harshwhinny’s pussy. She flinched positively at the sudden chill tingling her, the air subtracting the heat from her pussy juice.
She moaned with delight as she placed the naturally lubed vibrator on her left tit, taking her spare hand and reached back into herself. Ms. Harshwhinny stifled her sexual growling, pulling her legs together at the knees. She pressed her head into the pillow, her hair sprawled out, and pushed her body slightly into the air, legs shaking from sensory overload. The soft, wet shlicking noises emanating from her legs made her feel buttery warm, stroking the wondrous rough patch inside her vagina, using two fingers to entice herself. Ms. Harshwhinny was in complete ecstasy, her toes curled up on the bed, massaging her left breast with the vibrator lubed in her pussy juices, her right hand two fingers deep in her throbbing, gushing, soaking wet cunt.
Then, a spark of magic surged throughout her body, a buttery orgasm spouting from her loins. She rubbed the head of her clit furiously, nearly screaming inside her cabin. Ms. Harshwhinny climaxed, spouting lovely spurts of secretion across the lower half of the bed. She gasped, fingering herself quickly through the orgasm, keeping it alive in her loins for as long as possible. For a moment, Harshwhinny arched her body as far into the air as her body would let her, the wet display of her gushing cunt glistening in the moonlight, dripping maddeningly down her legs and onto the damp sheets. A few more hip thrusts and squirts later, her legs and body gave up, collapsing under gravity’s natural force onto the bed. She panted long and heavily, staring at the ceiling of the cabin, still holding the vibrating pill to her breast, her other fingers went limp in her pussy.
The train clattered over the tracks below, gently rocking Ms. Harshwhinny as she basked in her afterglow on the bed, perfectly still. She turned her head aside, letting it roll over to lay on the left side of her face, looking at the moonlight gleaming through the curtains. She lifted up her hand from her breast, picking up the still vibrating pill in her fingertips and turned it off. Harshwhinny sighed in bliss, her eyes barely flitting halfway open. Her body coolly relaxed, nearly numb of all feelings…
Knock knock knock
The world froze around Ms. Harshwhinny.
Knock knock “Miss Harshwhinny? Are you awake? I have something here addressed to you…” the voice called from behind the door. Ms. Harshwhinny pulled her fingers out of her wet slit and sighed, shifting herself to the edge of the bed. “Yes, I’m awake….. I’ll be with you in a moment…..” She slid off the bed, her glowing naked body glistening in the moonlight as she opened up her luggage, fishing out a large lavender, silk sleeping top. She pulled the nightwear over her head, slipping each arm into each sleeve, then pulled it over her perky breasts, buttoning up the silk shirt to the collar.
Ms. Harshwhinny paused at the top button, fussed a bit, then decided to unbutton at least two buttons, keeping a decent view of her cleavage, the bottom of the shirt covered her groin and rear. She strode up the train cabin door, unlocked it, and opened the door casually. She leaned against the doorframe and gave the stunned train attendant holding a gift basket a tired, sultry glare.
“Yes…… what is it?” she spoke in a bored voice, placing a hand on her hip. The train attendant’s eyes went wide, taking in Ms. Harshwhinny’s body propped against the door with poise, his cheeks lightly growing redder. Ms. Harshwhinny arched an eyebrow at him, pouting with a hard, interested look, a slight pang in her heart felt a little excited at the stallion drinking in her afterglow.
“Here, ma’am… I brought you a gift basket… I mean, somepony wanted me to give you this gift basket, heh…” he fumbled, rocking back and forth nervously in his loafers. A faint hint of a smile formed on Ms. Harshwhinny’s mouth.
She gave him a hard look with her eyes yet with a slight pucker of her lips, taking a step towards him and reached for the gift basket. Her hands glided over his grip of the basket, her fingers stroking the backs of his, then grabbed the basket. “A gift basket, hmmm? Mind telling me who it’s from?” Harshwhinny purred.
The train attendant shuddered, his eyes slowly descended from Ms. Harshwhinny’s face to her chest.
“She wanted to remain anonymous, so she didn’t bother giving me her name… if that’s okay with you, Miss…” he sputtered, breaking into a light sweat. Ms. Harshwhinny’s lips pursed into a thin line as she kept her eyes on the stallion’s face, taking the gift basket from him. “Hmmm, it’s a shame that I won’t be able to properly thank the pony for giving me this wonderful gift….” Ms. Harshwhinny began, almost as though she was romantically seducing the poor stallion. “I suppose you deserve that pleasure instead, sir.”
She held the basket in her arm, part of her silk sleeping shirt opening up a little more. The attendant scored an eyeful of Harshwhinny’s chest, the entire cleavage between each breast exposed to the open air, the edges of the shirt hanging off of her nipples. Ms. Harshwhinny gently placed her other hand over her cleavage, prompting the attendant’s attention back to her face.
“Thank you for delivering this to me, this means a lot to me…” She winked at the stallion, then gave him a soft smile, stepping back into her private cabin and slowly closing the door in front of her. The flushed faced attendant stood there awkwardly behind the closed door of the train corridor for a while, baffled. He finally blew out a relieved sigh and a small “…wow…. Didn’t expect that…” before stepping away from the cabin. Ms. Harshwhinny shook her head knowingly, smiling slyly.
“Heh, you’ve still got it, Mariwell…” Ms. Harshwhinny whispered to herself, chuckling softly. She took a look at the basket adorned delicately with a lovely crimson silk bow.
The gift basket was covered with a clear plastic wrapping, encasing the contents of the assortment. It held loads of chocolates, treats, and a few boxes of beautiful fragrances and expensive body care products. A note hung off the handle of the gift basket, smudged with a pink lipstick stain.
“To Ms. Harshwhinny, can’t wait to meet you in Manehattan!” was hastily scribbled across the note. Ms. Harshwhinny read the note and tilted her head in confusion, wondering who could have sent her this present. Then, she turned over the note.
On the back of the note was scribbled another note: “Enjoy yourself and save the best for last, it’s a blast!” followed by a small winking face picture.
Ms. Harshwhinny furrowed her brows, unsure of the note. “Best for…. Last? Ohh! She must mean in the bottom of the basket!” She sat back down on the edge of her bed, crossing her legs and resting the basket on her lap. Removing the lace crimson bow, Ms. Harshwhinny tore open the wrapping and began rummaging through the potpourri of gifts, taking out bottles, boxed chocolates, and a long, bubblegum pink package decorated heavily with balloon stamps and happy faces. The package was decently weighted in Ms. Harshwhinny’s hand.
“Oooo, what do we have here?” she sing-songed, her face brightening as she shook the package by her ear like a foal would test presents on Hearth Warming’s Eve. Something rather thick thumped around the insides of the box. Ms. Harshwhinny put the basket on the ground next to the bed. Discontented with listening in to guess the contents of the long box, Ms. Harshwhinny turned it over to the top and opened the seal along the folds.
The package exploded in Ms. Harshwhinny’s hands with a near deafening CRACK, the sound of a balloon cartoonishly deflating backing the large pop of the package.
Ms. Harshwhinny shrieked, scrambling backwards over the bed and slammed her back into the wall of the cabin, chest practically hyperventilating. With her legs spread apart, Ms. Harshwhinny sat with her back pressed against the wall, arms sprawled wide beside her, hands clutching the wall as though she was going to fall forward to her death. Confetti and sparkles erupted from the pink package, a large rubber object landing in between Ms. Harshwhinny’s trembling legs. She eyed the thick and dark object pointing directly towards her nethers with grim contempt, breathing heavily, the moonlight highlighting its cobalt length and medial ring.
Ms. Harshwhinny kept staring at the large sex toy for a couple of seconds, gradually coming down from her panic and taking deep breathes before sighing and relaxing her arms, dropping them to the bed. She slumped against the wall, legs still openly outstretched, and groaned.
One of Pinkie’s surprise party poppers was still loaded and attached to the eight inch fake cock, taped right onto the shaft.
“Oh dear Celestia, fuck me….” She swore under her breath, daring herself to reach for and disarm the party explosive from her prize. Taking the pillows from the head of the bed, Ms. Harshwhinny carefully covered the rigged pseudo-cock, kneeling before the lump. She slipped her hand under the pillows, cautiously reaching beneath the fluffy bomb cover. With her forefingers, Ms. Harshwhinny slowly peeled off the small plastic seal. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, preparing for the worst.
She broke the seal, a dull thud was barely heard over the rumble of the train cabin. She knelt by the pillow stack nervously, beads of sweat appearing on her temples as a cooling sensation oozed over her covered hand. Ms. Harshwhinny shivered, removing the pillows one by one and peeked down.
Her hand was wrapped around the tip of the thick cobalt dildo, the packet on top broken open and leaking a clear, viscous liquid. Ms. Harshwhinny sighed in relief, cracking a weary smile as she pulled out the opened tube of peppermint lubricant from the frayed box, popping it shut.
“I suppose this mare just loves to toy with me, or really wanted to surprise me to death…” she chuckled to herself. Ms. Harshwhinny relaxed and tossed the tube and dildo back into the gift basket, wiping her fingers off on the sex-dampened shirt laying beneath her knees. She put back her pillows at the head of the bed and neatened them out, flipping them over to cover the splattered stains of lube. She tossed the shirt into the far corner of the room before flopping herself backwards on the bed, sighing.
Ms. Harshwhinny sprawled herself out, letting her body loosen up, slowly falling asleep. Moments passed, a sudden sharp knock at the cabin door disturbed her lethargy of sleep. “Ma’am, are you alright in there? Someone reported a loud noise coming from the back of the train.” A mare sternly stated from behind the door, a touch of worry in her voice.
Ms. Harshwhinny groaned, rolling her eyes. “Yes, I’m fine. Somepony snuck a prank into my gift that went off when I opened it. Most likely Pinkie Pie’s work…” she affirmed, waving a lazy hand in the dark above her. The mare talked through the door again, concerned. “Okay then, but I still need to come in and check that everything is alright in there…”
“In a moment…..” Ms. Harshwhinny droned, adjusting herself and pulling the sheet cover over her legs, up to her waist. She sat up and brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her covered shins. “Alright miss, come in.”
The door slid open, a small Pegasus mare attendant followed by two security stallions carefully peered into the room, one of the security stallions swept the room with a flashlight. His light fell upon Ms. Harshwhinny sitting in her bed, shielding her eyes from the intense beam of light. “Ma’am, are you…… are you alright in here?” he pondered, the probing light tagging the dark spots leading up to Ms. Harshwhinny’s legs. The mare cleared her throat and made a face at the flashlight stallion, slightly in discomfort. He looked at her, confused, sweeping the flashlight back across the room and lighting up the corner with the white dress shirt. He made a step into the room and made his search with the flashlight, turning away from the shirt. Ms. Harshwhinny pulled the sheet further up, clutching the edge to her chest. “You know, you could ask me what happened instead of prying around the room like this, sir” she muttered, eyeing the shirt cautiously. The attendant stepped into the room herself and nudged the security stallion mindlessly going around the room, oddly lingering around the shirt, smelling the room.
“I think….. everything checks out in here, miss.” The attendant blushed, barely stifling a small gasp when she spotted the gift basket at the bottom of the bed. The second stallion frowned, shaking his head. The flashlight stallion raised an eyebrow at Ms. Harshwhinny, pointing the flashlight at the gift basket. Ms. Harshwhinny winced, glaring nervously back at him.
Her recently acquired dildo was sticking out at the top of the gift basket, slight glistening spots staining the tip. The mare attendant coughed and stepped in the path of the light, obstructing the prying eyes of the security guards.
“That’s quite enough here. Nothing to see here, she’s just resting up for the trip….” The flashlight guard shook his head, turning off the light. “I suppose everything looks like it’s in order…. Just a bit messier in here than usual.” Ms. Harshwhinny and the mare attendant shot him dirty looks. He raised his hands in defense. “Just saying….. don’t enter many mares’ rooms is all.”
The two stallions left her alone with Ms. Harshwhinny in an awkward tension between the two. The attendant finally sighed, breaking the tension and turned to Ms. Harshwhinny bearing a look of curiosity in her eyes. “Stallions, am I right? Always bumbling around as soon as they catch a hint of hormones….” She gave Ms. Harshwhinny an understanding look before sitting down by Ms. Harshwhinny’s feet, nervously rubbing her arms with her light brown wings. She lowered her gaze onto the gift basket with a soft smile. “I take it somepony really likes you to go through the trouble of sending you a gift basket with that in it” she said.
“Or as a cruel joke, if you ask me.” Ms. Harshwhinny huffed, breaking out into a wicked grin. She shook her head, crossing her legs underneath the sheets, resting the sheet over her waist. The attendant looked confused. “Remember that loud bang from earlier?”
She nodded. “Right…. Didn’t you drop something?” Ms. Harshwhinny once again shook her head no. “I’m pretty sure you’re familiar with the mare Pinkie Pie and her antics, I presume?” The sound of Pinkie’s name brought about a hearty smile on the mare’s face, her wings involuntarily affirming her delight by fluttering the sheets. "Oooo, I definitely remember Pinkie Pie!! I absolutely adore her parties in Ponyville!" she gushed. Ms. Harshwhinny groaned and rolled her eyes, clearly upset.
"Oh....sorry ma'am......." the attendant apologized, downcast.
Ms. Harshwhinny sighed wearily, waving her off nonchalantly. "Don’t worry about it… Clearly, she's a town favorite. Besides the point, I suppose it's her shenanigans behind this gift basket, though I've never known her to include such... *ahem*... intimate gifts in her presents before."
The mare gave Ms. Harshwhinny a scandalous look, her young face bloomed with much interest. “You mean to say that Pinkie gave you this gift basket with that mare-pleaser tucked away?” She leaned in a bit closer to Ms. Harshwhinny, whispering with a hand shielding her mouth from the cabin door. “Do you… think she could send me something like that? I'm… a little ashamed to get one for myself…” The attendant bit her lip in anticipation, brown eyes sparkling brightly in the faint sliver of moonlight. Ms. Harshwhinny looked surprised at the request, her mouth forming a quiet “oh". The mare blushed, resigning back to the foot of the bed. “Sorry….again….”
Ms. Harshwhinny bowed her head in resignation, hiding her amusement at the young mare's enthusiasm. She ran a hand over her forehead, messing around with the bangs of her hair before facing the adventurous mare with a weak smile. “You know, I've been through a rather tedious day today and I'd love to get some sleep in before reaching Manehattan. If Pinkie just so happens to be kind enough to give me a generous gift like that one, I'll let you know….. *ahem*….”
The attendant looked confused for a few moments. “Oh! It's Nightingale… Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Harshwhinny.” She nodded profoundly, her tomboyish windswept café hair bouncing over her forehead. “I'll be staying in Manehattan as well for the competition. I've always wanted to see the Cloudsdale athletes perform in person and this is my only chance to get to while the competition is being held in my home city.” Nightingale added. “I suppose I could… give you a call during your stay, right?”
Ms. Harshwhinny chuckled. “I suppose that'll be just fine… but for now, I really need to get to sleep.” She covered her mouth and yawned briefly for emphasis.
Nightingale stood up from the bed and made a slight bow towards Ms. Harshwhinny. “Of course, ma'am. I'll leave you to your cabin in piece. I hope you'll enjoy the remainder of your trip.” She smiled, giving Ms. Harshwhinny an exaggerated wink before departing from the cabin and shutting the cabin door behind her.
The train cabin room fell into its quiet atmosphere, backed once more by the chattering of steel on the tracks. Ms. Harshwhinny didn't move from her sitting position, her expression of growing weariness settling on her face. She sat there on the bed, letting the moments pass by as the train sped along, racing towards Manehattan. It wasn't long before she pulled off the sheet covers and slid off the bed, leaning over to pick up the gift basket adorned with a large cobalt, phallic crown only mildly worn. Taking out one of the shampoo bottles from its elegantly designed box, Ms. Harshwhinny stored the aptly named 'mare-pleaser' in it, concealing its existence to the world's prying eyes. As added precaution, she tucked away the box at the bottom of the basket, covering it with the other contents, then set the basket down on top of her luggage.
“I swear I'm going to have to confront Ms. Pie about this… present…” Ms. Harshwhinny whispered to herself calmly. She yawned, covering her mouth with the palm of her hand as she slipped back into the bedsheets, laying down on her side with her back to the door. The faint scent of her sexual secretions still hung in the air, a light allure of sweetness to her as she drifted off to sleep…
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Steam crawled out from underneath the train, creeping out onto the train station platform as the passengers departed from their compartments. A few busy train conductors jogged about the platform, assisting those with heavier luggage. Towards the back of the train, Ms. Harshwhinny tugged her cart with her baggage behind her, another hand gripped on the strap of her gift basket, her deep purple carry bag over her shoulder. She took long strides walking into the station, the clicking of her heels highly pronounced over the hissing steam of the train.
Stepping out into the fairly empty lobby, Ms. Harshwhinny slowed to a stop as a young woman dressed in a spring green suit bounced her way across the room. Her brown hair draped across her brow as she stopped to present her hand to Ms. Harshwhinny.
"Hellooo!!! It's a pleasure to see you again!!" she cheered in her southern belle accent, smiling brightly. Ms. Harshwhinny barely cracked a grin as she awkwardly shook the woman's hand.
"It's a... errr.... pleasure to meet you as well, Miss Peachbottom" she grimaced, clinching the gift basket closer. Ms. Peachbottom caught the movement, eyeing the gift basket fondly.
“Ohh, I see you got a gift basket too!” She let out a short laugh, tossing her head back a bit. “A bit of funny a story: Pinkie couldn't help arranging a few things for me when I told her I was judging for Rainbow Dash's section of the competition! It was very nice and all, but the first pony I thought about that should get something nice was you!! I asked her if she could do the same and have it ready before you came! I'm so glad you got it on the way over!” She quickly made a devious face with a sly grin. “What's your favorite part of it?” Ms. Peachbottom leaned in closer to Ms. Harshwhinny, as though sharing a secret. “Mine was the imported shampoo from Las Pegasus… does absolute wonders for my hair!” she gushed almost quietly in a gossipy tone. Peachbottom pointed to her hair. “See? It's dyed brown now!”
Ms. Harshwhinny drummed her fingertips on the luggage handle, trying to appear as though she was thinking hard on it. “Well, she did send a rather interesting assortment of gifts...... Rather difficult to choose which I like the most..." She coolly looked aside, casting a low side glance with a pout. “It came out to be more of a surprise than I could handle…”
Peachbottom simply waved her hand at Ms. Harshwhinny, blushing slightly. "Oh, it was nothing.... just showing a little appreciation for a fellow judge in the upcoming Equestrian National Athletic Competition...."
She suddenly clapped her hands together and rested her head on top her clasped hands, rocking slightly side to side. Her face melted into a look of nostalgic thought. "Ooo, the fun we could have while we're together this week... I've been planning for a something like this since forever...." Peachbottom cooed, batting her eyelashes at Ms. Harshwhinny.
Ms. Harshwhinny bit her lip and winced, ignoring the nagging thoughts of what possible plan had been prepared for her stay in Manehattan. She finally sighed and gave Peachbottom a weak smile. "I'm sure we'll have plenty to do in the meanwhile, Miss Peachbottom. Until then, I need to go check into my hotel. It's been a hassle these last few days... and the train ride wasn't any better for rest........"
Peachbottom pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow at Ms. Harshwhinny in sneaky suspicion before slowly grinning deviously, a few strands of hair coming loose from her bangs. "I suppose you did have a hard time relaxing on the train ride here...." She shook her poufy hair out of her face, bangs draping neatly across her forehead. "Well, don't let me keep you from getting things..... taken care of..." Peachbottom purred, eyes descending to the gift basket on Ms. Harshwhinny's shoulder. "If you need me, just give a holler!" She quickly pulled Ms. Harshwhinny in a near, death grip bear hug, squeezing a small squeak from Ms. Harshwhinny before turning away to depart from the train station. “See ya later, 'Whinny!”
She watched Ms. Peachbottom bouncing her way around the corner as she clutched her chest, gasping for air. Ms. Harshwhinny shook her head and sighed, straightening her suit jacket, running a finger across the few strands of hair falling in front of her eyes.
“Can she be anymore endearing?”