>The Mayor enters her home, closes the door and sighs when she's finally all alone.
>She walks over to the box where she's been keeping you for the past two weeks, opens it up and tosses you on the center of her drab colored bed sheets.
>At only a few few centimeters tall, the ocean of fabric quakes as your partner places a hoof on the edge of the horizon.
>After shaking off her ascot, and in the process slightly mussing her styled hair, she climbs onto the bed.
>She doesn't even look down before turning herself around and placing her hind quarters down on the bed, leaving you face to face with an area that is generally hidden from sight.
>It was a bit more entertaining for both parties when you first agreed to this "arrangement," but you honestly thought you'd be done living in the box by now and could move on with your life.
>Looking up, the eyes behind the spectacles seemed annoyed, leaving you a bit hesitant to start the act that was so enticing two weeks ago.
>A few moments pass and another sigh shakes the air above you. With an upturned lip and an eye rolled to the corner, the Mayor mutters "I guess I have to do everything myself, even at home."
>The bed creaks as the wall of beige approaches as the Mayor rolls her bottom half forward.
>Pinned below her, the grinding begins slowly and the humidity begins to rise.
>Unbelievably hot and uncomfortably flattened, you flail your arms and legs to form some sort of resistance
>Try to flail them at least. The pressure of mare pushing down repeatedly has made it a bit difficult to move.
>The pace quickens and  your surroundings get wetter as you're pushed deeper inside of your captor.
>In all honesty, the Mayor has probably forgotten about your participation in this lewd endeavor.
>Aggressive pants and moans come from above you as you realize you are no longer touching any fabric.
>The soft and sweet smelling tissue around you begins to tighten and pulsate and your whole world starts to rock as the mare begins to buck her hips back and forth.
>The mayor's hips enter a rhythm as barely contained gasps begin to eek out her faster and faster
>As your body is constricted more and more you hold onto what little air as you can when an entire day's worth of stress is released from the mare and you are sent flying onto the bed sheets.
>Trying to regain your bearings, you seen Mayor Mare doubled over in front of you. Her face levels with yours and her coy smile slightly betrays her earlier indifference.
>Before you can open your mouth and offer some words of comfort, the mare rises on all fours and moves her torso over you.
>She drops down on the bed, placing you back underneath her damp nether regions before slowing her breathing again.
>While you attempt to free your trapped lower half, A gray tail drops on top of you, plunging you into darkness.
>After several moments of struggling, the sound of a sleeping mare fills the room.
>At least it's warmer than the box.