>you're in an office chair, leaning back, a bit of drool running down your chin
>snorting a little, you shake yourself awake
>shit, did you fall asleep
>you panic, looking for your computer
>it's gone and so is your cubicle
>in a flash of panic, you leap from the chair onto your legs
>and promptly fall over
>why was balance so hard?
>you stand up again
>on four legs
>wait a fucking second
>you rush around the front of the desk
>a small plaqe marks this as the office of "Ms. Harshwinny"
>guess you're a pony now
>Twilight finally got around to closing that deal
>you take a look through your desk, finding nothing but papers, paperweights and other dull office supplies
>until you reach the third from the left
>inside, you find a vibrator, clearly very, very used
>guess she likes to get a bit frisky in her spare time
>a polite knock on the door shocks you out of your daydream
"I, uh, come in."
>you say, trying to sound professional
>in walks
>a surfer dude
>thank god, you expected some autist fedora tipper
>now that you really think about it, there probably aren't that many guys like that on /mlp/
>just a dank meme, like dashie or
>god you're thankful you disn't end up with some autist
>snapping back to reality, the guy is waving a hand in front of your face
>"Ear—Equestria to Harshwhinny, do you copy."
"I, sorry, just got a little lost in thought... I called you in today..."
>god damnit, don't fuck up
>"Because..."
"Ah yes, I brought you in, because... Well, I don't tell many this, so I'm going to be blunt with you."
>that sounds like Harshwhinny
"I'm lonely, and I want someone to pound me till I moan."
>SMOOTH AS SATIN ANON, THIS IS WHY THE GIRLS LOVE YOU
>the surfer guy is a bit shocked, ovbiously not expecting this
>"I, uh, sorry man, Just wasn't expecting that..."
"It's ok, dude, I wasn't expecting this either."
>you cross around the desk and begin unbuttoning his pants
>you get the top button open, and low and behold
>a zipper
 
>you fiddle with it for a little, before giving up and looking to him
"Could you please get this infuriating thing open so we can commence?"
>"Wh—sure, sure."
>he pulls it down and you take down his boxers
>plaid
>disgusting
>his cock sits there limply, a matter you hope to resolve
>Twilight said the deal was fucking, may as well get right to it
>you put the tip of your snout on his member, and he shudders a little
>thankfully, he starts to puff up, growing in size
>you wern't going to have the awkward problem of giving a blowie to a floppy dick
>you start slow, looking directly up into his eyes as you take him down
>you work his dick methodically, sliding his cock from one side of your mouth to the other
>his had is resting on your head now, guiding you along
>guess he likes it
>you take him a little deeper, and he moans a little
>he starts pushing a little harder, forcing you deeper and deeper onto his dick
>not that you mind, Harshwhinny's snout seems to go on forever, and you've got more than half his dick in your mouth
>you haven't gagged once
>you pull off for a second, looking straight up at him
>what sounds like something Harshwhinny would say...
"Am I satisfactory in sucking you off?"
>"Uh, yeah? I guess?"
"Good."
>you return to his cock, forcing about three fourths down your throat
>again, haven't gagged yet
>he's panting a little louder now, and lets out a little groan
>you realize this is an office building
"Anon, you have to be quieter. If my boss walks in on this, it would not be pretty. Keep it to yourself."
>he nods
>did Harshwhinny even have a boss?
>fuck it, probably, and if you didn't, he'd be none the wiser
 
>you decide to take him down fully now, end of your snout bumping into his groin
>he lets out a stifled moan
>he's getting close, you can feel it
>however, you don't pick up speed at all, just continue
>he starts to twitch a little in your mouth
>he's just on the edge, but there isn't enough force to send him over
>pretending not to notice, you continue on your merry way
>suddenly, the hand resting on your head forces you down, and he fills your mouth with cum
>couldn't take the wait
>you probably wouldn't have either
>you show him what you've collected, and pose a question to him
"Spit or Swallow?"
>"I... Swallow?" He says, a bit of uncertainty in his voice
>you gulp down what he gave you, then open your mouth to show him
"Alright, now that I've pleasured you, you get to pleasure me."
>you're getting good at this Anon
>you stand up, and use the office chair to climb onto the desk
>you spread yourself, and ask him to enter
"Alright, ready."
>he grabs you by the ass, and pushes himself into your vagina
>Harshwinny is surprisingly tight, it's a squeeze, but the dick fits
>Surfanon is once again, stifling a moan.
>hands on your ass, he begins thrusting in silence, the only sounds in the room your labored breaths, and a small slapping as he pushes in and out
>he keeps going, with seemingly endless stamina, pumping at a consistant rate
>you're dripping juices all over the desk, and the whole room just smells like sex
>you feel yourself tensing up
>oh god, are you really
>your whole body spasms, throwing you into ecstasy
>your spine tingles, and a warm fuzzy feeling floods your body
>but he doesn't stop pushing
>in and out he pounds, not stopping for a second
>it's all you can take not to burst into a shivering mess of pleasure
>suddenly, you feel him twitch too
>he lets loose, filling you with cum
>clearly your small pony body was not meant to accomadate both his cock, and all the cum he just pushed into you
 
>it drips out onto the office desk, as you roll back, eyes lolling into your head
>quickly, you snap out of it, a knock at the door startling you
>"Ms. Harshwhinny? Is everything alright in there?"
>you fly into a panic, and de-mount from the man
>he quickly starts putting his clothes on
>running around to the back of the desk, you see a calendar lying open
>paging through it to today, you see that this appointment was only to take ten minutes
>shit
>you look down, next on the list, and see...
>Amethyst Star
>who in fuck's name was that?
>the door slides open, and a purple pony pokes her head in
>you jump over to the door, and try to jeep it shut
>"Ms. Harshwhinny? I think your door is stuck!"
>the pony hits it with slihtly more force, and sends you flying
>"Oh! There we go! Helloooh my sweet Celestia."
>she says before trying to pull out of the room
>you grab her by the hair, and quickly pull her into the room
>mustering as much as of an intimidating voice as you can, you growl out
"You won't mention a word of this. To anyone. Got it, Star?"
>"Yy-yyes Ms. Harshwhinny, I—I, I wwon't tell a soul. I swear!"
"Good. Now I'm going to be a minute, so would you mind waiting outside for a second."
>"uhuh."
"Alright. I'll call you when I'm ready."
>You push Amethyst put of the room, and say to the man looking fearfully down at you
"We need to get this room not smelling like a whorehouse. Sorry I couldn't go for longer, time flies."
>"It's ok."
>you were really getting into this holy shit
>and my god, ponies got scared of you
>you calmly looked through the drawers again, finding a canister of "Spritezzeze"
>you seeiously want to murder whoever's in charge of pun making here
>you pop open the can and toss it to him
>he just stares at it for a second
"Well? Get spritzing."
>you look around a little more, and find some towels
>you gingerly wipe his goo and your juices off of the desk
>and your privates
 
>the room now looks and smells marginally better than it was
>there's a slight stain on the desk where he leaked out of you, but it's not too noticeable
"Thank-you for coming Anonymous, I look forward to conducting business with you again."
>you walk over to the door and hold it open for him
>he's slightly fazed, as if he had no idea what just happened
>he walks out of the door, shaking his head and muttering something you can't make out
>you peer around and see Star sitting on the floor, playing with her hooves
"Ms. Star?"
>"Oh! Y-yes, I just came in to sa..."
>the voice fades and your vision fades as well, until you see black
 
>you're in your office chair, drool leaking down your chin
>your computer is open to an excel document, plotting profits for this quarter
>you do a double take, remembering what just happened
>looking down, you see you are in fact, human again
>you let out a sigh of relif, before you notice the time
>3:47
>shit
>the document's due at 4:30
>and you're less than half done
 
>oh boy