As the last mailbox Derpy had to deliver to shut with a satisfying “click”, she wiped her brow in exhaustion. She looked down the street in content, happy that she had done a good job that day. She only had one street to deliver to, but today she had only screwed up two deliveries! Granted, the street only had six houses… but two screw-ups was a new all-time low! Perhaps she would get down to one next week.
    With a mind full of happy thoughts, she headed back to the post office, stopping only once to make sure there were no other letters to deliver. And to grab a muffin. And to do a bit of window shopping at the pet store.
    Okay, maybe she had tarried a little longer than needed, but they were all for a good reason! She couldn’t deny her body its fifth muffin of the afternoon! Plus, it gave her a chance to try new flavors and see if she could put them on her own menu. She ran a small muffin shop inside of the post office itself, and thus far business hadn’t been great. Which made sense, considering most people came to the post office to drop off mail instead of order muffins. But, the few people she had convinced to try one had really enjoyed them. One day, she hoped she would be able to open up her own stand. She just needed to save up enough cash to rent out some storage space. Perhaps if she started selling the muffins instead of giving them away as samples would aid in that endeavor.
    She continued to ponder how she could save up enough cash to buy her own stand, until she bumped into the closed door of the post office. After entering the large tan building, and hanging up her satchel, she heads to the back of the building, and calls for the post master.
    “Mr. Master! Are you in?”
    “Yes Derpy!” Master calls back. “Give me a minute!” The grey mare then plops down onto the floor, and waits for a minute until the pokes his head out of one of the doorways. He smiles when he sees the grey mare, and trots over to where she’s standing.
    “Ah, good to see you Derpy! Have you finished your route?”
    “Yes sir Mr. Master! Today I only delivered the wrong mail to two houses!”
“Did you now?” the stallion says with mock enthusiasm. “That’s good! Remember our deal though, if you can deliver the right mail to their respective houses for a whole week, I’ll increase your route from six houses, to ten houses.”
    “I know Mr. Master!” she says with a happy glint in her eye. “I’ve been working super hard to get all the mail delivered to the right houses! I think in a couple of weeks, I’ll have my route down-pat!”
    “I really hope you do Derpy.” The old stallion sighed to himself, feeling that he was patronizing the poor girl by constantly speaking to her as he would a child, but her mental status kind of dictated it. He had contemplated firing her several times due to her astronomical screw-ups. Although despite it being a huge step backwards logically, her appreciated hard work and innocence had kept her working as a mailmare thus far.
Although she had been improving as of late, albeit slowly. She had continuously making fewer and fewer mistakes in both delivering, and sorting the mail. Hopefully by year’s end, she’d be able to handle a proper mail route.
    Hopefully.
“Oh, by the way Derpy, I need you to deliver this letter to Mayor Mare.” He opened his own satchel, and grabbed a plain white envelope. However, it was sealed with a red decorative stamp, signifying it was from royalty. As he set it on the table, Derpy began admiring the seal. “This came from Princess Celestia, so it is of grave importance. You know where town hall is, right?”
“Yes sir,” she responded fully attentive. It’s the big building in the center of town!” Post smiles and nods in response.
“Good, good. Hop to it then. Report back when you’ve finished your delivery.”
    The grey mare give a salute with a scrunch in response, and sprints towards the door. She stops halfway, and heads back to the desk to grab the letter. She then heads for the door, yet again, before she trips over a small trashcan, spilling it’s contents all over the floor.
“Whoops! My bad!” she states as she rises to her hooves again. For a moment, Post instantly feels regret for charging Derpy with delivering the letter. As he gets ready to tell her to forget the whole thing, she finally makes her way out the door with the letter in tow.
    “...Celestia help her…” he breathes aloud.
    After a few minutes of galloping, she finally arrives at town hall, begins loudly knocking on the door.
“Meer meer!” she calls muffedly. “I haf un lehur fer yoo!”
As she begins swatting at the air, she realizes that  the mayor’s secretary had answered the door.
“Ah yes Derpy,” he comments blankly. “What can I do for you?”
    “Hi Scribbler!” Derpy responds after spitting the letter into her hoof. “I have a letter for the mayor!”
“...You could’ve just used the mail slot.”
“I know, but this letter is important! It’s from the princess!”
    “...You still could’ve used the mail slot.”
“Oh, don’t patronize the mare Mr. Spoil Sport,” Mayor Mare comments kindly. Her shadow appears behind scribbler, before she opens the door all the way. “Besides, I always enjoy her company.”
“Yes ma’am,” Scribbler remarks.
“Come Derpy, I would love to hear how your job as a mail mare is coming along. In the meantime, Scribbler, could you ask my assistant to bring me and Derpy a kettle of tea?”
    “Yes ma’am!” both Derpy and Scribbler respond. The blue stallion steps aside to allow entrance into the town hall. She follows the older mare into her study, with the letter in her mouth. The mayor offers her a seat after she’s sat down.
“Now then,” the mayor begins when Derpy’s taken the chair. “You said you had a letter for me?”
Derpy’s eyes go straight in recollection, and she takes the letter in her hoof.
“Oh yes! It’s from Princess Celestia!” The grey mare hands the letter over, which the mayor graciously accepts. After readjusting her glasses, she breaks the royal seal, and begins to read the letter. Her brow furrows as she scans the paper, and she eventually stands to better concentrate.
    As the older mare turns away from Derpy, the cross-eyed mare unwillingly focuses on her elder’s swishing tail. Occasionally it would swing far enough in either direction to give Derpy a good view of her elder sex. Each small peek sent Derpy’s mind tumbling, and set her crotch on fire. Normally, Derpy wouldn’t be attracted to other mares. In fact, there weren’t any stallion Derpy had taken a romantic interest in either. But something about the mayor sent Derpy into a tizzy. perhaps it was her kindness towards the slower mare. Perhaps it was her overall tenderness and sweetness. Perhaps it was her stunning appearance despite her aging body.
Whether it was one of those three reasons, or a combination of one did not matter to the grey horse. All she knew was that she wanted the older mare more than she had wanted any muffin ever.
Recently though, her fancy had turned into an obsession. Not a night went by that she did not dream of her elder. They ranged in intensity from something innocent like having a picnic’ or enjoying a movie together, to something more risque like hoof holding or… touching each other’s private bits.The grey mare’s pupils narrowed, and her face glows as her thoughts turn to more lewd ones. She desperately clutched at her crotch, and whimpered, trying to withhold the small stream of pleasure leaking from her sex.  She began praying that something would give her the chance to escape the room to relieve herself.
“Well then, that seems to be in order,” the mayor says suddenly, startling Derpy.
“W-what does?”
“Taxes are to be raised exactly two percent to aid in the training of the royal guard. A threat from the trolls has emerged, and they claim they’re going to declare war on Equestria if we do not concede to several demands.”
“Oh… that can’t be good. Bu-t I’ve gotta use the bathroom, and I’ll be right back!” Derpy shouts before she darts for the door. As she enters the little mare’s room, she locks the door behind her, and falls to the floor. She tentatively puts her hoof to her sopping lips, and lets loose a tiny yelp. After she lets loose a shuddering breath, she bites her lower lip, and begins rotating her hoof clockwise. Her head naturally jerks upwards, and smacks against the hard wood of the door behind her. But the pain that suddenly shot through her head was nothing to the pleasure she felt in her loins.
“Derpy!” the mayor suddenly calls outside the door. The shock forces the mare to jerk her head backwards again, but this time she can’t ignore the pain that fires through it. She lets loose a low groan as the mare continues. “Are you alright in there?”
“Y-yes mayor!” Derpy retorts, trying to keep her voice steady. Although the mayor’s own voice driving derpy wild didn’t help her out any. “I-I just really had to pee!”
She naturally doubled over as she a rather sensitive spot. She bites her tongue to withhold another yelp.
“Alright… if you say so. Just call out if you need any help.”
“I-I will! T-thank you!”
While Derpy continued to pleasure herself, the mayor returns to her study, and notices something funny about the chair Derpy was sitting on. It looks… sleeker.
Then the smell hits her. For some reason, a powerful smell is emitting from the chair. It made the mayor’s head spin in all the right ways. Her face suddenly turned a crimson color, and ignited her sex. The older mare slowly makes her way over to the chair, and finds it increasingly difficult the further she gets. Finally, when the smell seems to grow too strong to bare, she realizes why it’s sending her in a tizzy. As her eyes fall upon the puddle of marecum that’s formed on the chair, her cheeks grow an even deeper crimson. No, she thought. There’s no way that was Derpy’s pleasure.
And yet, the smell was unmistakable. There was no way to mask scent of pheromones, she was all too aware of that fact.Yet there was no way Derpy… poor sweet innocent Derpy,  could ever harbor such naughty feelings. Could she?
    Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Derpy was currently undergoing a small panic attack. She had gotten a little too overzealous with her self-pleasuring, and had managed to coat every visible inch of the mayor’s bathroom wall in her mare juice. She quickly grabbed a wad of toilet paper from the dispenser, and began hastily rubbing it across the wall. She ran out of paper after she had managed to clean up one-eighth of her cum, and hastily went for more. Wad after wad of paper was used up, until eventually most of the juice had been cleaned. After breathing in her relief, she smiles at the thought that she had done a second thing well that day, and collects the wads of paper from the ground. After hastily dumping them all into the toilet, she pulls down on the lever to flush them away.
Unfortunately for her, the toilet’s become a little clogged up from trying to swallow Derpy’s load in one go. As the water that was supposed to flush down the pipes suddenly resurfaces, Derpy begins to panic.
And in that panic, she pulls the lever again. And again. And a third time. By the tenth time, it’s painfully obvious that Derpy’s doing more harm than good, however not even the pool of water forming at her hooves is enough to stop her.
The sudden protests of the toilet as Derpy pulls the lever for the twentieth time are enough though. The great white round one groans under the stress of being so stopped up, and it begins pouring toilet water freely all over the floor. It does get the message across to Derpy though, as she quickly darts out of the room for help.
As she heads down the west wing of the main hallway, she notices Scribbler standing in front of his usual spot, and skids in front of him.
“Scribbler!” she cries. “Thank goodness I’ve found you! I made a horrible mistake in the bathroom, when I kept pulling the lever to flush it when it was clogged! Now it’s overflowing, and I need you to call the plumber to come fix the issue!”
    “...What?” the stallion responded, still trying to make sense of what Derpy just said
“Thanks Scribbler! I can always count on you to help me out when I need it! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna head back to the mayor’s study. Don’t want to keep her waiting!”
    Scribbler watches with an open mouth, as Derpy darts back towards the study. Still having absolutely no clue what just transpired, he shook his head in confusion.
“...WHAT?!” he cries, his indifference turning into confused rage. His confusion suddenly vanished as he turned spotted the clear liquid oozing out of the bathroom, and running smoothly down the wooden floors. In place of his confusion, however, pure rage formed. After letting out a cry of exasperation, he rushes off to find the plumber.
Derpy meanwhile, manages to make to the study without any other incident. She did almost knock over a flowerpot as she rushed through the hallway, but the fact of the matter remained that the pot was still in one piece. The mayor was, for whatever reason, rubbing a paper towel over a small area on Derpy’s chair.”
“Did you spill something Mayor?” Derpy asks in jest. The older mare jumps slightly at Derpy’s sudden remark, and quickly turns to face the mare. She had adopted a small face mask so she wouldn’t have to inhale the natural stimulants. She realizes, however, that it would be quite rude to leave the mask on while she spoke to the grey mare. As she pulled it off, the pheromoans naturally snuck back into the mayor’s nostrils.
“Y-you could say that!” stammered as her cheeks grew rosy. “I accidentally spilled a bit of tea on your chair, and I was just cleaning it up!”
She hoped that the grey mare didn’t pick up the obvious lying tone her voice was carrying, but it seemed that Derpy took her words at face value.
“Oh! Alright then!” she replied happily.
“H-here, you can have my seat for the time being. Wouldn’t want your rump getting wet or anything!”
    “Oh no, I couldn’t possibly take your seat! You’re my host after-”
“I insist!” the mayor announces loudly from behind Derpy. The slow mare jumps startledly at the mayor’s sudden movement, but her shock fades quickly as Derpy begins pushing her towards her elder’s chair. Derpy decides that resisting the mayor’s offer wouldn’t be worth the effort, and takes a step forward to relieve the mayor of her pushing duties. As she hops into her new chair, the mayor shakily walks over to her own, and hops atop it. As she slowly sinks into it, the leftover warmth from Derpy’s bottom seeps into her own cootch. That combined with the closer-than-ever pheromone smell sent her mind tumbling. Her face flushed an even deeper crimson, which caught the attention of the grey mare across from her.
“Are you alright Mayor?” she asks with concern. “You’re looking awfully flustered all of a sudden.”
“Y-yes!” the ivory mare responded, as her voice cracked. She quickly cleared her throat, and tried again. “Yes, I’m fine Derpy. Something just came to mind that… Derpy I have a question. An honest, mare to mare question.”
“O-Okay…” Derpy responded, somewhat startled by the mayor’s serious tone. “What is it?”
“Is it your… time?”
    Derpy did not like where this was going.
“W-what do you mean Mayor?”
“Is it… do you… are you…”
The mayor sighs as she realizes there’s no way to sidestep the question, and decides to just ask Derpy straight-up.
    “...Are you in heat?” the mayor asks with a stoic tone.
That’s what Derpy thought she was asking. Although it didn’t stop the grey mare’s checks from suddenly turning red.
“W-why of course not mayor! W-why do you ask?” she nervously questions.
“Because… you left a small puddle on your chair when you went to use the bathroom. I didn’t think much of it at first, but then the smell hit me.”
She climbs down from her chair, and slowly walks over to Derpy. As she hoists herself in front of Derpy’s face, the slow mare’s muzzle scrunches in anticipation.
“Pheromones carry an unmistakeable scent Derpy,” the mayor breathes. The smell radiating off of Derpy was intoxicating. Not only was there a little bit of marecum leftover from her little event in the bathroom, but a new stream was slowly beginning to leak out.
“I-I think I should go Mayor!” Derpy says, pushing the older mare aside. “I-I have to report back to Mr. Master!”
She begins to sprint towards the door, with the mayor giving chase.
“Derpy! Wait!” she calls.
Right as the grey mare gets close enough to touch the doorknob, she trips, and slams back-first into the door. The mayor can’t slow herself down, and she collides with the poor mare. As the two slide down the door, Derpy’s sex lines up nicely with the mayor’s muzzle, and both mares soon realize it. When they finally touch the ground, the mayor tries to fight off the overwhelming urge to take a huge whiff. Her attempts are in vain, however, as she cannot resist the sweet scent of the pheromoans for very long. She takes a long, deep draw of the scent, and her own crotch flares up in response. She feels some of her own fluids leak out as her clitorous winks once, and takes no thought of the fact that they’ve landed squarely on Derpy’s face.
The cross-eyed mare turned away from the fluid as it dripped onto her, but doesn’t bother trying to avoid taking a sniff of the air. As the intoxicating smell of sex fills her nostrils, her own clit winks once, giving the mayor a nice facefull of her pleasure.
    “Oh my,” the elder states, as the juice splatters across her muzzle. Her vision suddenly blurs slightly, as a glob of juice covers her glasses. With a small smile, she takes the eyewear off, and slowly licks the dripping juice off.The taste wasn’t particularly appealing, but the mayor savored every last drop. Derpy wasn’t exactly sharing the same sentiment, however. A feeling of disgust rolled through her body, as the small amount of marecum oozed down her face. As a strand neared the entrance of her mouth, she tightly clamped her mouth shut. However, the mayor accidentally brushed her hoof against Derpy’s sex, and she involuntarily opened her mouth to gasp. As the strand tricked into her mouth, she quickly clamped it shut once again, and shuddered with disgust. Outside of spitting it out, which would be rude, she saw no other way to relieve herself of the foul taste besides swallowing it.
With a heavy heart, and teary eyes, she slide the rancid liquid down her throat. When she felt the slimy pleasure hit the back of her throat, however, her outlook changed entirely. The feeling of warmth it provided was incredibly desirable, and she suddenly found herself desiring more. But the question was, how could she get it? The immediate solution was obvious, if a bit revolting. The mare hesitantly put a hoof against her forehead, and slid it down her face. Once she had collected a substantial amount of marecum, she lifted the hoof to her mouth, and erased all traces of the liquid with her tongue. Once again, a feeling of disgust washed over her, but it was significantly less potent this time. She expected that the act would quell her body’s sudden outcry for more. After denying her body’s cravings, she groaned internally, and brought another hoof
She was wrong.
Every solitary inch of her mind screamed out in lust, begging her for another taste. After a moment of denying her body’s cravings, she groaned internally, and brought another hoofull to her lips. Any and all traces of displeasure instantly left as she swallowed the thick liquid. Her body naturally shuddered in pleasure, and she quickly grabbed another hooful of nectar. Along with the previous shutter, she let out a small; stifled moan as she stuck a good chunk of her hoof in her mouth.
The mayor, meanwhile, was wrestling with herself on what to do with the beautiful innocence in front of her. Her body yearned for her to shove her tongue inside the slow horse’s slit, and lick her clean. But the thought of the mare sitting beneath her, probably quite uncomfortable at the moment, held her back. The possibility that this was all just one big misunderstanding was a very real one, and she didn’t want to ruin her chances with Derpy because she thought Derpy wanted to go to bed with her. She continued to think, nearly biting through her lower lip in the process, before she heard Derpy’s moans from behind. As she cranes her neck around, shock fills her body. There lays Derpy, lapping up every single drop of the mare’s cum. A new wave of pleasure envelops the mayor, and it takes all her strength to avoid cumming then and there. She waits until Derpy’s nearly finished will all the marecum on her forehead, she turns around, and lowers her lips to Derpy’s.
    Derpy scrapes her hoof along her forehead one final time, before she realizes there’s no more marecum to be drank. Her spirits quickly fall, as she begins to pine for more nectar. As the mayor’s tongue connects with her sex, her mouth flies open, and her gasp is silenced as a fresh batch of liquid pours in. She thirstily gulps it down, and lifts her head up to see what’s bringing her so much pleasure.
Her body suddenly grows devoid of any and all feelings except numbness, as she watches the older mare tenderly lick her private bits. Each swipe, and each small moan from the mare sends Derpy reeling. What pleased Derpy the most however, was the older mare’s tenderness. She bit her lip, as she thought of what the mayor’s face must look like from the front.
While she would love to keep imagining what the mare would look like from the front, something just didn’t sit right with her. And not even the feel of the mayor’s soft tongue against her firey lions could force her thoughts away from the issue… although that particular action was putting up qutie the good fight. But despite the mayor’s best efforts to get Derpy to relax, the feeling of the whole situation being screwy kept tugging at the back of the slow mare’s mind.
“M-Ms. Mayor-” she stated before letting out a loud moan. “P-please stop…. I don’t think this is right…”
    “I-I’m sorry Derpy dear,” she mayor breathes in between licks. “But I just can’t stop myself… You taste so good… so young… so fresh... “
Her body interrupts her mid-thought to let her know that it needs another taste. She plunges her face into the innocence, eliciting a yelp from Derpy. The older mare simply cannot get enough of Derpy’s sex, and she begins sucking on it as hard as she can. Half of her suggests that she give Derpy’s clitorous a smlal nibble the net time it winks, but she decides against it, not wanting to overwhelm the girl on what was surely one of her earlier times, if not her first time having intercourse.
Despite the growing pleasure, however, Derpy was still growing quite uncomfortable.
“Mayor please…” she begs on the tears. “This doesn’t feel right! I-I don’t want this! Please stop!”
As the mayor continues her wet assault, Derpy lays back on the floor, and closes her eyes. Please Celestia, she mentally begs. Let it be over soon. However, just as a few tears roll down her face, the pleasure in her nethers suddenly stops, and she opens her eyes to see the mayor standing right in front of her. She scrunches at the sudden closeness, and blushes as the mare puts a hoof to the side of her face.
“....Derpy,” the older mare begins after a sigh. “I’m… sorry that you’re feeling uncomfortable right now. But…. I really need this right now. I know you like me in the way that stallions like mares, so I'm asking you: let me do this. Even if it’s just this once, please, let me do it just this once.”
Derpy carefully examines the mare’s hope-filled expression as she ponders what to do. Her muzzle further scrunched in concentration, as she weighs all the factors she's been presented with. Finally, she sighs, and looks away from the older mare.
“Sure,” she says flatly. “You can do whatever you want, but just this once, okay? Besides, an older mare like you deserves a little… erm… ‘fun’ every now and again!”
She grey mare then puts on the happiest expression she can muster… which wasn't very convincing in all honesty.
 It was more than enough for the mayor though.”
z“Thank you so much Derpy!” she cries ecstatically. “ I promise I'll make this feel really good for you.”
“I'm sure you wi~ll!”
The grey mare let lose a few fake laughs, despite the fact that she still wanted to cry deep-down. However, those feelings suddenly vanished, as the older mare stared intensely into her corked eyes with a look tingling with affection. She then took Derpy by surprise, by quickly leaning in, and pressing her lips into Derpy’s.
Stunned for a moment, the grey mare does nothing but sit there, and allow the mayor unrestricted access to her lips. However, as the shock began to wear off, she slowly began to close her eyes, and started to press into the kiss. When the Mayor’s tongue suddenly knocked on her teeth, she allowed it entrance without issue, and began moaning softly as the wet muscle explored the inside of her mouth.
As the older mare  broke the kiss, Derpy found herself longing for more of the mayor’s tongue. However, she was soon satisfied, as the older mare slowly slid herself down Derpy’s abdomen. After glancing at the grey mare with pleading eyes, she stuck out her tongue, and slowly dragged it up Derpy’s sex.
“A-h-a-h-a-h-a!” she gasped as the older mare reaches her clitorous. As it began winking furiously, the mayor opened her mouth to graciously accept the liquid that poured from Derpy’s sex. After swallowing the load whole, she takes another, much quicker lick, making sure to give Derpy’s clit a little more attention with this pass. Five time more she repeated this pattern, before she folded her tongue in two, and inserted it inside the slow mare’s cave. The mare’s walls begin to contract around her pink muscle as she buries it further into Derp’s sex. She stops once her tongue is halfway in, and allows the slow mare’s cave to fully adjust to the foreign object. It takes a little bit for Derpy’s walls to satisfyingly adjust to the Mayor’s tongue, but after a few contractions, they finally stop. She quickly makes sure Derpy’s body had allotted her enough room to maneuver around, before she slowly pulls her head back.
As the mayor’s wet tongue reaches the entrance of Derpy’s box, the mare sucks in a sharp breath. She can’t help but squeak and moan as the elder mare begins to gently tongue fuck her. A shutter tears through her body, as the slick member reaches to the limit halfway into her vag. The older mare pauses for a moment, and she wiggles her tongue as much as she can given her current restrictions.
“A-ah-ah-ah!” Derpy cried in surprise. Encouraged by the mare’s reaction, the mayor wastes no time in getting straight into the action. She begins quickly bobbing her head to maximize Derpy’s pleasure, which the grey mare seems to enjoy. With each thrust of the mayor’s tongue, Derpy responds with a  cry of pleasure. Never in her life had she ever felt pleasure anywhere in her body, not even while she was making herself feel good. She still wasn’t sure if the feeling was entirely welcome. Something within her was still trying desperately to draw Derpy’s attention. No, it shouted. No, this isn’t right. And the strange thing was that the mare couldn’t exactly pinpoint what was drawing bringing about the nagging. And no matter how hard she racked her brain for a solution, she could find none. However, what was was slowly becoming quite clear, was that with each thrust of Mayor Mare’s tongue, the voice pleading with Derpy to see its reasoning, was becoming increasingly faint.
From the Mayor’s perspective, however, everything was going perfectly. In fact in a way, it was going almost two well. After she bit into tongue decently hard, she delighted in the fact that her body responded with a slight jolt of pain. Satisfied that she wasn’t in some sort of odd dream, she continued to bob her head so that her tongue could slide in and out of Derpy. She hoped that the slow mare would cum soon, so they could wrap up the foreplay, and (hopefully) move onto the next portion. That combined with the sudden cramping of her tongue encouraged the mare to shift her focus to the roof of the slow mare’s cave. The moment she made contact, Derpy cried out in pleasure again, and it only the mayor a good few seconds of licking to bring her to orgasm.
    Several waves of pleasure rolled over Derpy as she climaxed, each one provoking on a new spurt of marecum. As the liquid began to bypass the mayor’s makeshift plug, she shut her eyes to make sure none of it blinded her, and opened her mouth a little wider to catch some of it. After swallowing the two mouthfuls Derpy provided her, the mare silently observed the still star-struck Derpy for a few moments, before she pulled out her tongue, and allowed the rest of the slow mare’s pleasure to flow from its confines. Derpy’s mouth stretched into a lopsided, toothy grin as the rest of her fluid drained from her pussy. As the last of her pleasure finally dripped onto the floor, she let lose a small whinny before sinking fully into her chair.
    With a feeling of content, the mayor watched Derpy struggle to regain her breath for a few moments, before walking over to a small cabinet placed against the west wall of the study. She gingerly opened its doors, and shuffled a few books aside to reveal a small drawer. She opened the compartment while humming a happy tune to herself, and pulled out a long, pink, phallic-looking rubber object. After happily stroking it a few times, she grabs the belt to accompany it, and heads back towards the still-euphoric Derpy. As she approached, the happy mare slowly focuses her attention on her elder, and soon notices her dildo in tow. Suddenly, any and all drowsiness left the slow mare’s body.
    “W-what is that Mayor?” she asks earnestly, never having seen any kind of dick before. The closest she had gotten was with pictures in health class.
    “It’s a… well… let’s just say it feels really good inside you,” the mayor responds.
    “I-inside me?” Derpy responds with a gulp. “You mean… my-”
    The mayor’s giggles cut the grey horse off, and she stays silent while the mayor nods.
    “B-but Mayor, I’ve never had one of those… things inside of me! I’ve never even been with a real stallion!”
    No longer giggling, the older mare slowly walks over to her younger playmate, and hops up onto the chair, taking her place beside Derpy. As the grey mare scrunches her muzzle in embarrassment, the mayor slowly closes the gap between their heads, which causes Derpy’s cheeks to glow crimson. Derpy then shakily turned her head away in response, but the Mayor merely smiles, and puts a hoof to the grey mare’s chin. After slowly turning her head back around, she stares longingly into the mare’s crossed eyes, which Derpy immediately shut.
    “Derpy dear, I know how new this entire experience is for you, and I know how scary it seems. But please, trust me here. I’ve been around the block quite a few times when it comes to sex. I’m not particularly proud of those experiences, but I can’t say I didn’t learn anything from them. Trust me, I will be extremely gentle, and I swear, you’ll love it.”
    When the mare re-opens her eyes, she takes a moment to study the mayor’s genuinely kind face.
    “...Well,” she begins nervously after a few moments of thought. In the interval between words, Derpy noticed that the Mayor’s smile has weakened significantly. With a single glance into the older mare’s pleading eyes, any and all resolve remaining completely vanishes.
    “...Okay.” The mayor’s expression suddenly brightens significantly, but Derpy doesn’t share her sentiment. Inside she feels hollow, and broken. She wished that she had the willpower to say “no” every now and again. To tell the mayor that she didn’t want this. But the older mare’s beautiful eyes always sent an unwanted jolt through Derpy’s system, and she couldn’t keep herself from going along with what the older pony wanted. She signed to herself as the mayor began rummaging through another drawer, and silently hoped that whatever the Mayor had planned would help her forget these unwanted feelings.
    After a few more moments of searching, the mayor finally pushed the drawer shut, and turned to face Derpy with a strange bottle in her hoof. Filled with confusion, Derpy stared at the object for a few moments, before the mayor popped the cap open. The elder then squirted a small amount onto the rubber penis itself, and started rubbing it all over. Once it had been coated in a nice collective film, she stuck the object into the small gap in her belt, and tugged the belt on. After making sure it was on tightly, she gestured for Derpy to join her, which the grey mare hesitantly conceded to. When she stood face-to-face with the older mare again, the mayor cupped her cheek yet again, and pulled her in for another kiss. Unlike their prior kiss, this one lasted for quite some time, and the mayor had to keep breaking away to take a deep breath every so often. Not that Derpy was opposed to taking breathers during her make-out session of course. Although the primary reason she was fine with it was because the older mare would increase the intensity of the kiss every time their lips reunited.
    Finally, after a solid two minutes of nothing but making-out, the mayor finally broke the kiss for the last time.
    “Now comes the fun part,” she stated estatically. “Turn around.” Derpy obeyed, ofering the mayor a glance at her pittette rear. She had always loved mares that had smaller-than-average features. “Now, tilt your body forward.”
    “Like this?” Derpy responds, as she slightly bends forward.”
    “Further, Derpy dear.”
    After two additional adjustments, the slow mare was finally in the proper position. The posture itself made Derpy feel like she was being degraded, however. She blushed at the notion of being degraded, and waited for the mayor to begin. Semi-luckily for her, the older mare had chosen a model that was decently flexible, and was therefore quite useful for teasing. Derpy soon learned this, as the mayor suddenly ran the shaft of the didlo up the entrance of Derpy’s sex. A small whimper made its way out of the slow horse as the mayor positioned the phallic toy longways near the top of Derpy’s pussy, and began slowly grinding it into her slit. When she was satisfied with the meager amount of fluids she had added to the fucktoy, she lined up the tip with Derpy’ entrance, and slowly pushed her way in. The cold rubber entering into her made Derpy’s body tremble, but it also sent a small rush of pleasure through her loins.
    When the mayor finally reached the barrier separating her from the rest of Derpy’s cave, she easily rested the tip of her rubber dick against the edge of the wall, and slowly pulled back. When about two-thirds of the cock remained inside of Derpy, she pushed her hips forward again, and managed to thrust through Derpy’s hymen without breaking it. After allowing herself a moment’s pause to sigh in relief, she finished sliding the member inside of her to playmate, and stopped once again.
    “How are you feeling so far?” she asked with a smidge of concern.
    “I-it’s a little cold honestly,” Derpy responded. “But other than that, it feels really good.”
    “Cold? Sorry, I’m sure it will heat up room temperature in a minute.”
    The mayor paused for a good ten seconds to give Derpy’s walls enough time to adjust to the rubber member, but when she was sure that they had stopped their prodding, she began to thrust into the mare again. Each rock of her hips was quite slow compared to the speeds she was was used to fucking at. But she did promise Derpy there would be absolutely no pain involved, which placed proceeding at a slow pace quite high on her priority list.
    Derpy didn’t mind the slow start in the slightest though, primarily because she didn’t know what quick sex felt like. All she knew was the long object inside of her felt fantastic. And just like the mayor had promised, it had started to warm up substantially in the past few minutes, giving her a much more pleasing experience. She was also surprised how sleek the object was. It moved around her cave with an astonishing ease, even with her walls clamping down on it. Not even the mayor’s tongue moved with such grace inside her. Despite how good the object felt inside of her though, something still felt missing from the act. She decided to try rocking her own hips in time with the mayor’s own thrusts, and immediately figured out what was lacking. The added stimulation combined with the fact that she wasn’t just standing there like a useless brick somehow heightened the experience.
    However, this little extra provided an additional drawback: the grey mare immediately became dissatisfied with her current pace. After gathering a small amount of courage, she slightly increased her pace… and still found it lacking. With building frustration, she roughly bucked her hips backwards, and immediately shredded her hymen.
A flash of pain rippled through her body, and she clenched her teeth to keep from crying aloud. As her face plummeted to the floor, the mayor immediately stopped thrusting.
“Derpy dear, are you alright?” she asks worriedly. She quickly pulls out and immediately notices that several red spots have mixed in with the lubricant. Her eyes widen in shock, and rushed to join the slow mare’s side. “Oh my goodness, Derpy! D-did I…”
Derpy nods, which sends the mayor into a slight panic. She, by no means, ever wanted to hurt the poor mare. What she quickly realized though, was that she had just broken her promise to Derpy. That meant the possible cancellation of any and all future sexual encounters. Filled with dread, she turns around to confront the mare in pain, and is surprised to see her rising to her hooves.
That was definitely a doozy, the grey mare thought as she steadied herself. Luckily for her though, her hymen breaking just took the wind out of her sails. As she breathed out shakily, she felt what was left of the pain reduce to a slight tingling sensation, and turned to face the mayor with a smile.
“I’m good to go again,” she says enthusiastically. The mayor stops pacing for a moment, as she turns to face the slow mare
“W-what?” she asks with surprise. “Y-you’re fine? How?”
    “I don’t know mayor,” Derpy responds with a shrug. “All I know was that when I quickly moved my hips backwards, something tore in my private bits. And that really hurt. But it felt all better after a few seconds!” The mayor, still quite confused, continues to stare at Derpy for a few seconds longer, before the pieces fall into place.After smacking herself with her hoof for being so paranoid, she sighs, and works on regaining her previous positive attitude.
    “S-so you’re good to go then?”
    Derpy nods in response, and turns her rear to face the mayor. The older mare bites her lip, as Derpy bends over to offer herself. She glances over her shoulder, and begins smiling patiently at her elder. Without another moment of hesitation, The elder mare joins Derpy at her rear, and wastes no time in pushing her makeshift member inside of Derpy. Her partner gives a little squeak of pleasure as the elder mare pushed inside her, and allowed her tongue to hang freely from her mouth.
    No longer quite so worried about Derpy being in pain, the mayor wasted no time in fully pushing her rubber shaft into Derpy’s cave. Once her hips were blocked by her partner’s, she quickly drew back, and began thrusting at a semi-slow pace. She began to notice the slow mare’s breath had been growing more and more shallow the longer she was ravished, but they also occasionally carried a note of pain.
    “Are you doing alright?” the mayor asks after a further couple minutes of sex. “You’re not in pain, are you?”
    “A-a little…” Derpy admitted. “It’s been getting better though.”
    “As we go on, you mean?”
    “Y-yeah.”
    “That’s good then,” the mayor responds as she gives a noticeably powerful thrust. The younger mare let loose a slight squeak before the mayor continued. “Mares who haven’t had sex before usually feel a decent amount of pain when their hymen breaks. It always gets better as time goes on though.”
    “REA-ly?” Derpy asks, as the mayor roughly thrusts into her again. “Wel- AUGH! C-could you at LEA-st hold off on being too ro-UGH for a little bit? You’re starting to hurt me.”
    “O-oh,” the mayor responds, stopping suddenly mid-thrust. “Sorry. I forgot you were-”
    “It’s fine,” Derpy interrupts while panting. “I’ll just tell you when I’m ready for more roughness. Okay?” The quickness in which Derpy’s tone switched from slightly pained, to happy stunned the mayor somewhat. However, Derpy’s overall cheerful nature and ability to bounce back from anything always always made her quite a bit more attractive to the mayor.
    After taking a moment to re-adjust the phallic rubber, the elder resumed her session. She tested just how hard she could go with a few, quick thrusts, each one eliciting a slightly different response from Derpy. She decided to take slower, more thorough thrusts as a compromise, which seemed to delight her partner. Each rock of the mayor’s hips brought about a cute, fluttery moan from Derpy, which aided in the mayor’s own pleasure.
    “O-Okay Mayor,” Derpy says after a few more minutes of taking it slow. “I think I’m ready for the harder stuff now!”
    “Are you positive Derpy?” her elder asks in turn.
    She responds by giving a quick, harsh buck of her hips, followed by a grunt of pleasure.  After sighing to herself, the mayor gives a powerful thrust forward. With teeth clumsily clamped together, the grey mare lets loose another throaty whinny. She let her elder do most of the work for a few minutes, before she began to buck her own hips in time with the mayor’s. The elder mare uttered a soft “oh” as she noticed what the slow mare was up to, and with a sly smile, began thrusting ever faster than she had been before. Derpy couldn’t quite match the mayor’s pace, so she settled on thrusting at half-speed. Each rough thrust from the mayor completely racked the slow mare’s body, and both of the mares loved every second of it. However, her knees soon grew weak, and she had to sink to the ground on her forelegs. As her face burrowed into the carpet, she let loose a stifled moan, and began rocking her hips at a much faster pace, Soon enough, she could feel a pressure rising in her body, while it began shuddering naturally as she continued to thrust.
    The mayor could feel Derpy’s climax approaching as well. To prepare Derpy for a new onslaught, she gave a single, powerful thrust into Derpy, which made the slow mare pop her head out of the carpet. After screaming in pleasure, her elder began slamming the phallic substitute as deep into her partner’s cave as she possibly could, all while smiling and biting her lip.
“Oh YES Mayor!” Derpy screamed out. “T-this feels SO GOOD!”
Whilst Derpy was getting ravished, outside the door, Scribbler was helping  Pipes clean up Derpy’s mess with a mop. As he reached the climax of his work, he began to hear the shouting coming from the study.
“T-this feels SO GOOD!” he hears Derpy cry. He gazed at the door in curiosity for a moment, pondering what could be occurring behind it.
“What is going on in there?” he wondered aloud..
“The mayor’s having her way with whoever’s in there,” Pipes replied with a bright tone. Scribbler quickly stepped into the bathroom, and gave the older stallion a look of pure disbelief. As Pipes looked up from his work, Scribbler could quickly tell that he wasn’t joking.
“Y-you’re pulling my leg aren’t you?”
    “Nope,” Pipes replied with a shrug. “She’s done this for years. What, you think a lonely old mare, who doesn’t see a whole lotta action because she’s an authority figure, doesn’t jump at any and all opportunity to get her fix? If ya did, you’d be wrong. In fact, she used to hire people for that sole purpose. Before I became the full-time plumber, I was her personal male sextoy. Not that I minded all that much, she always asked me if I wanted to do it before we did the nasty, and each time I blew a huge load. ‘Fact she had a female do it to, who she would go down on, and bang with one of many strap-ons. She focused more on our pleasure than anything else, fer whatever reason. But anyway, eventually she stopped asking us to have sex because she was felt like she was prostituting us, and that ‘we deserved better’. Again, neither of us minded doin; it at all, but we decided to respect her wishes regardless.”
    “D-do you still-”
“Nah. Haven’t laid with the lady in… ten years now.”
    “W-well regardless of what you did, I still refuse to believe she’s in there ravaging Derpy! The mayor would never do something like that! I’m going to investigate.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Pipe replied with a serious edge in his voice. Scribbler, now having turned to leave, titled his head over his shoulder, and noticed the grave look on Pipe’s face. “Anyone who’s walked in on her bangin’ her lady friends has gotten a butt full of rubber. I get it newguy, you can’t really believe that what’s going on is going on. But for yer own sake, just let yer curiosity die. ‘Less of course you want to find out if yer gay or not.” Scribbler paused for a moment, letting Pipe’s words roll over in his mind, before pressing onwards to the study.
“What’s going o-” he stated as he threw the door open. However, he was stopped short
by the sight of Derpy being fucked by Mayor Mare with a dildo. His mouth dropped open in shock, and the mayor’s eyes went wide. Derpy, on the other hand, merely smiled and waved at the stunned stallion.
    “Hi Scribbler!” she announced happily. She began to thrust her hips again, but quickly noticed the mayor had stopped altogether. “Ms. Mayor, why aren’t you doing anything?”
    The mayor didn’t answer right away, but instead she continued to stare at Scribbler with a look of shock. However, this soon turned to subtle bemusement, as she began to instruct the newbie.
    “Come in Scribbler,” she commanded politely. “Please, close the door behind you.” He hesitated for a moment, but eventually let his curiosity overtake him yet again, and complied. “Have a seat,” she commanded as he shut the door. He complied. “Feel free to watch us Scribbler, because I want you nice and hard for when I take care of you.” Panic began to rush through the blue stallion's body, seeing as the thought of a dildo being shoved up his rear wasn’t particularly appealing. The mayor giggled to herself as she watched her secretary's expression change so suddenly, and went back to fucking her partner roughly.
Derpy cried out again as the mayor powerfully shoved the rubber into her depths again, but the added factor of having someone watch her somehow heightened the experience. She quickly reached her climax, and began letting loose stuttery cries of pleasure as her body began ejecting marcum. The mayor quickly pulled out of the slow horse, which allowed all of her pleasure to seep out of her sex. As Derpy finished her orgasm, the mayor turned to her secretary, and slowly walked over to him. He eyed the dildo nervously, quickly noticing that it was longer than his real member. Derpy tried to find her footing after she had finished her climax, and tried to walk over to the stallion as well. However, she didn’t realize that her head was still spinning, and after fully spinning once, she collapsed to the floor in a heep. Scribbler noticed, and was about to speak up, before the mayor discards his concerns with a kiss. His eyes go wide for a moment, before the mayor breaks it, and pushes him backwards a little bit. When his fully erect shaft is exposed for her to see, he quickly tries to cover it with his hooves, which makes the mayor smile.
    “Oh?” she questions playfully, as she pushes his hooves aside. “I see someone likes watching two mares going at it.” Scribbler says nothing, knowing he would be lying if he denied but, but soon cried out in pleasure as she begins lightly stroking his member. “What kind of woman would I be if I made a man hard on purpose and didn’t take care of it?” Scribber could tell there was a hint of sarcasm in the mayor’s voice, but that didn’t matter, because she then enveloped his entire ten-inch glory in his mouth in one long swallow. Somewhat unfortunately though, the combined scent of Derpy’s pheromones and his own lack of stamina only allotted himself a mere ten seconds of pleasure. As he finished blowing his load into the mare’s mouth, he then falls onto his back, and begins basking in the afterglow. After the mare swallowed the musty-tasting spunk, she calmly mosied over to the happy stallion, and quickly straddled him. By the time he realized his light was being blocked, she had already lined the dildo up with his anus.
    “Although,” she stated. “Even though I did get you horny, you did walk in on me in a very private moment.” As she shoved the phallic member into his rectum, he cried out in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. “And maybe you need to learn to knock before entering private rooms. And I know just the way to teach you.” The natural lubricant from Derpy’s mearecum allowed her to shove the entire thing down Scribbler’s ass canal rather quickly, which sent a wave of pain rippling through Scribbler’s body. Again though, the pain only lasted ten seconds, as the second he climaxed, she pulled out. She smiles to herself, as she watches a mixture of Derpy’s pleasure and some of his blood begins to leak out of his ravaged rear.
    “Alright Scribbler,” she says contently. “I think that will do for now. You may go.” Full of shame and questions, the stallion slowly rises to his hooves, and quickly shuffles out the door. As he heads back for his desk, he passes the bathroom, and catches the attention of Pipe. As he peeks his head out of the door, he notices the small stream of blood and marecum streaming down the blue stallion's hindleg.
    “She got you ‘eh?” he asks smartly. With a scrunched nose, the Scribbler glares at the stallion, before briskly returning to his desk. Meanwhile, Derpy was staring wide-eyed at the mayor, still trying to process what all she just saw. The mayor then turned  back to face her first partner, and smiles at her. She quickly walks over to where Derpy was lying, and wraps her forelegs around her back in a snuggle. Derpy places a hoof on one of them, but soon begins to question the mare.
    “Ms. Mayor, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you do that to the stallion? Is he going to be okay?”
    “He needs to learn to respect other people’s privacy my dear,” the mayor responds. “But he’ll be fine. In fact, I think I might’ve made things a little clearer for him.”
    “Oh… okay. That sounds good.” She starts to slide into the mayor’s embrace, before she realized that she had to report back to her boss.
    “Oh my goodness!” she cries as she hops to her hooves. She manages to kick the mayor in the face in the process, which dazes the older mare for a second. “I forgot about my boss for a minute! He’s gonna be worried about me!”
    “He’ll be fine,” she responds groggily. “I’ll write you a note explaining the situation to her when you head out. In the meantime, come snuggle with me. I need your soft grey coat.” The grey horse blushes in response, but is still somewhat nervous despite the mayor’s reassurance.
    “Are you sure?” she questions. The mayor nods before she responded.
    “Absolutely. Now then, come snuggle me.” The slow mare hesitates for a moment longer, before she slowly walks over to her elder, and lays down beside her. As the mayor wraps her forelegs around Derpy’s body, the grey mare returns the embrace, and scoots closer to her elder. However, even with the sheer comfiness of the moment, something continues to gnaw at the back of the mayor’s mind. She hadn't had sex in a good year, and she hadn’t had a consistent sex partner in a good decade. However, something about Derpy made her want her previous life back. She wanted to have a constant partner like she did those years ago, despite the promise she had made to herself to never do it again.
    “...Derpy,” she says after a few moments of hesitation. “I’m… I’m sorry for doing this to you.”
    “Why are you apologizing mayor?” Derpy retorts with confusion rife in her expression. “I really enjoyed it! It felt really good!”
    “Really?” the mayor asks happily. The slow mare nods, and her partner snuggles closer to her with a sigh. “So then… would you be opposed to doing this again?”
    “Again?” Derpy responds estatically, quickly laying up slightly. “I would love to! When do you wanna do it? Tomorrow? Next week? When?” Nervousness floods through the mayor’s body, but deep down she’s elated that the mrae is so eager.
    “I-I don’t know Derpy. I have to see when I’m free.” The grey mare’s face falls slightly, but it soon returns to a content smile, as she snuggles back into her partner’s chest.
    “Please do,” she mutters. For a moment, the mayor wonders what she’s gotten herself into, but the warmth and innocence of the mare quickly dismissed any doubts she might’ve had. With a content smile, she closes her eyes, and allows herself to enjoy the presence of the mare in her forelegs.