> As you eat breakfast, you consider your next move
> You'll want to go into town, but what will be your cover story?
> You look around your shack like a peckish person peers into a fridge
> Maybe you should make it bigger?
> You have an inkling that guests will be more common, and you only have a chair and a bed for sitting
> A couch it is
> There should be enough bits from the commission to cover the cost
> That decided, you finish getting ready for the day
 
> It still strikes you as weird that some shop signs don't actually have words on them, just images
> Quill and sofa
> The proprietor greets you eagerly
> "Can I interest you in some quills or a sofa? You seem like a sofa kind of guy."
"Good guess, I am indeed in the market for a sofa."
> He grins and motions you inside
> "I have sofas of all makes and models, magical and non-magical, rustic and sophisticated."
> There are quite a few, almost more that you'd think could fit in the store
"Magical couches?"
> He jerks his head to a section of the store that you notice has a bit of a glow to it
> "Mostly secondhand, but I have a good friend in Canterlot who fixes up the spellwork, your safety guaranteed."
> You step carefully here, more than a little wary of magic
> Davenport senses this
> He pats some cushions with a grin
> "I've personally sit on every once of these. Trust me, they aren't dangerous."
> Then something catches your eye
"Why's that one in a case? It looks like it's in surprisingly good condition, but you can definitely tell it's secondhand."
> His smile turns rueful
> "That's one I got from a guy named boxcar Joe. I can't bring myself to sell it, but I still like to see it around from time to time."
> Alright...
> At any rate, you start looking around
> There are tags detailing the enchantments on the couches
> Dreamless Sleep, Hangover Warding, Self-cleaning, and so on
> You are reminded of your obligation to Luna
> Better ease into the question
"So, quills and sofas. It's an interesting combination for a shop."
> At once, you can tell he gets the question fairly often
> "It is, isn't it? It started a while ago, when I had a friend in Celestia's school for gifted unicorns. I happened to be visiting while his marefriend was studying with him. They looked like they were so comfortable, wrapped up in research, lying together. That was when I knew that I wanted to help more ponies reach that special state. Perhaps one day, that'll be me."
> Huh
"Seems like Canterlot would be a better place, if you want to supply researching ponies."
> "I do have a branch up there, but I want somepony for whom research is their life, not what they have to do for a degree. Ponyville is enough of a weirdness magnet that we get more than our fair share of researchers."
> Fair enough
"Like Twilight?"
> Davenport laughs oddly
> "One of my best customers."
> You pat his shoulder in sympathy
"Not a sofa kind of mare, huh?"
> He sags
> "Beds and chairs, nothing in between. It's tragic."
> You nod
"What do you think of Luna, then?"
> He looks at you in confusion
> "Not much to go on, really. No offense, but why are you, of all ponies, asking about her?"
> You acknowledge the point with a grimace
"It's gotten complicated. Let's just say, that I owe it to her to help her find somepony to take the edge off of her loneliness."
> His eyebrows rise
> "That is complicated...and you're going to have to look elsewhere. I'm more of a simple guy, and I don't want to get in the way of her crush on you."
> ...
"You said you didn't know her, how-"
> He chuckles
> "I could be wrong, but she's already seen you in action, and now you're trying to put a stallion between her and you. It doesn't take Fetlock Bones to figure out what's going on."
> You really hope that is not the case
> Still, it does explain why she was in your dreams in the first place
> And why she took it so badly
> Crap
"Right, never mind."
> You sink down onto a nearby couch, and
> Oh
> Oh my
> You lean against the backrest
> It's like sitting in a cloud, with all the warmth of clothes fresh from the dryer
> Davenport smiles
> "Nice, isn't it? Just between you and me, that one is from the college days of a certain couple currently in the Crystal Empire right now."
> You believe it
"How much?"
> At this he looks regretful, and names a sum
> You cough a little at the price
"That's a lot for a couch."
> He shrugs
> "It's about as low as I'm willing to go. Tell you what, though. You seem like a well-connected guy, I'll knock off a few hundred bits if you put in the good word for me."
> That will still take most of your commission pay...
> "Imagine how easy it would be to go from sitting together to lying together. It's just so warm and relaxing."
> It is warm and relaxing
> You check the tag for enchantments
> [Warmth, Plush, Purifying, Guardrail, ...]
"Guardrail?"
> "So you don't fall off while doing...things."
> Easy come, easy go you guess
"I'll buy it."
 
> After some minor lifting, you have it up on two large, wooden dollies
> You roll it out the back of the shop
> The morning breeze is refreshing
> You exchange greetings with ponies passing by, a bit of gray entering your peripheral vision
> "Anonymous, I can't tell you how glad I am to see you in town!"
> Mayor Mare trots up beside you, her gaze lingering on your arms
> "Not in public, that is."
> You should probably pretend not to have heard that last bit
"Good morning, Madame Mayor. Anything I can help you with?"
> "Oh yes, I could use you in- ahahaha, forgive me, it is I who should be asking if you need any help."
> She bites her lip, then continues,
> "That couch looks awfully heavy, even with your strong arms and powerful legs. I could help you push, I am an earth pony after all. Look at how well toned my legs are!"
> She poses a bit ahead, her hind legs locked and her rear slightly raised
> Subtle
"I see. Don't worry though, the couch is on wheels. I barely have to push it to keep it going."
> The Mayor looks a little disappointed at that, but rallies
> "Might I ask what the occasion is? Are you perhaps at odds with the princess, and thus forced to sleep on a couch?"
> If you didn't know better, you'd say she was fishing for gossip
"No, I just had a feeling that I'd be getting more guests sooner or later. Might as well have a place for them to sit."
> "You know, I pride myself on welcoming guests. Perhaps a mare's touch in your home would be nice?"
> She strokes the couch suggestively
> Then she stares at it
"A rather warm couch, isn't it?"
> "You bought the Couch of Opened Flower?"
"Is that what it's called? Huh."
> She glances between you and the couch
> "Replacing the bed, I see."
> Fair enough, it is a bit better than your old bed
> This whole conversation reminds you,
"Say, would you like to join the innuendo club?"
> She stumbles at that, and you pause at the outskirts of town
> "P-pardon me?"
"Celestia and I have a fair amount of fun throwing around sexy double meanings. She wanted to do it more often, so she asked me to make a club around the idea. What do you say?"
> "Of course, that sounds delightful. Indeed, it rather explains a letter I received earlier today."
> She hands you a scroll, her hoof trembling
> You take it and start reading
"Dear Mayor Mare,
I would appreciate it if you were to personally welcome the human Anonymous, and offer him your every service and orifice. I know it is rather irregular, and you must not let a hint of this arrangement go beyond you and Anon. Even I must pretend to be in ignorance of this, for the good of my public image. You are a beautiful mare, a vision of youth and beauty. I hope Anonymous ruts you fully and regularly while I am not around.
Sincerely, Princess Celestia"
> You roll up the scroll and wedge it between two couch cushions
"What an interesting letter."
> Mayor Made blushes slightly
> "The princess is a kind mare."
> You continue down the country road towards your house
"So, this is not in fact, a forged letter from a pony with unique access to correspondence from Celestia?"
> Mayor Mare begins to sweat
> "O-of course not."
"Oh good. I do wonder how she would react if she found out about such a thing, a local mare taking advantage of Celestia's chosen consort."
> The mayor wipes her brow with a hoof
> "My, but it's gotten hot quickly this morning."
"Don't worry, it's not much farther. I'm sure you'll feel better once we're inside."
> "I'm sure I will." She mutters, glancing up nervously
> Heh
> Soon enough you come to your door
> Hmmmm
> Perhaps you should have measured how wide the couch was before you bought it
> You open the door and
> Celestia stands frozen, her nose buried in your pillow
"Taking a break?"
> She lifts her head up gracefully
> "Yes, well, bureaucracy is a terrible thing. There's so much paperwork I sometimes have trouble remembering what I have and haven't done."
> Mayor Mare squeaks in dismay at Celestia's voice
> You pluck the scroll from the couch
"Do you remember writing this?"
> She unrolls it, her brow furrowing
> "I can't say I do. Still, it looks like something I might write."
> Seriously?
> She frowns
> "I don't know what I was thinking, though. That level of secrecy is hardly necessary, there is no way I could keep myself from noticing this arrangement, given how often I visit your home."
> You don't believe it
> The Mayor is actually getting away with this
"I didn't think consorts would be allowed intimacy with more that one mare..."
> Celestia smiles at you
> "Oh no, it's perfectly alright. It's not like we have all that much time together."
> She rolls up the scroll and floats it back to you
> "Although, do tell me how she is. I'd like to hear all the juicy details."
> You hear a strangled yelp from outside your door
> Celestia hears it too, trotting over to look outside
> "Mayor Mare! What a nice couch, did you bring it yourself?"
> The poor pony doesn't know what to say
"No, I bought it earlier today. Unfortunately, I forgot to take into account the width of my door frame."
> Celestia pats your shoulder with a wing
> "Good thing I'm here, then."
> The couch disappears in a flash of light, then appears inside the house
> Mayor Mare timidly enters, ready to bolt at the first sign of hostility
> Celestia makes a grunt of surprise
> "Did you know, this used to be Cadence's? It still has the stain on the center cushion."
> She flips over the cushion, and there is a large, dark blotch on the cushion
"I thought it had a purifying enchantment..."
> Celestia flips it back over
> "Oh it does, it's just the marecum of a princess of love is more powerful. Well, as nostalgic as this all is, I really should return to work."
> She kisses you on the cheek
> "See if you can't leave a mark yourself."
> And then she's gone
> Mayor Mare sighs in relief
"We both know this letter is a forgery."
> As you walk towards her, she looks at you in apprehension
> "I'm sure she just forgot about it...."
> You grab her forehooves before she has a chance to back away
> You lift her up and back her against the wall
"It was such a shallow deception, I can't help but wonder if you wanted to be caught."
> She stares at you, her shallow breaths hot against your skin
> "I wasn't-"
> You lean down, until you are staring directly in her eyes
"Maybe you want to be punished, like a bad, bad, filly."
> Her eyes roll back in her head, a goofy smile on her face
> Her body goes slack in your grip
> Did she give up, or
> You let go, and she falls to the ground and lays still
> You poke her
"Mayor?"
> You put a hand by her mouth
> She's still breathing
> Looks like you have an unconscious pony in your house
> You shake her a little bit
> No response
> Welp
"What am I supposed to do with you?"
> She is remarkably unhelpful
> Finally, you decide to just put her on the couch while you chop up some wood
> She's heavier than she looks
> You manage to heave her up onto the couch
> She just lays there, her butt jutting out slightly
> ...
> You give one of her cheeks squeeze
> The amount of give is unbelievable
> ...
> You really shouldn't be doing this, not while she's asleep
> ...
> You knead her cheeks with both hands, spreading them and squishing them
> Nice
> With some regret, you let go and set out for the woods
> If you are allowed multiple mares...
> You're definitely going to need a bigger house
 
> You spend a good two hours cutting down a tree, sawing off its branches, deliberately not thinking of the Mayor's rear as you make the back and forth motions
> You certainly don't think about all the suggestive things she said to you this morning
> The glimpse of her marehood
> You pause in your work, the nearly noon sun hot on your brow
> You'll just go and get a drink of water
> That's all
> You wipe your hands off on your pants and head inside
> Would you believe it?
> She's still asleep
> Defenseless
> She managed to roll onto her back, her hind legs splayed apart
> You're just going to pass by, and not look too closely at
> Her delicate marehood
> Her tender belly
> You slip out of your clothes quietly, the scent of your sweat billowing out
> You freeze as her nostrils twitch, but nothing else happens
> Maybe she's just faking?
> You kneel by the couch, and softly rub her tummy
> All you can feel is the slow rise and fall, and her soft, short fur
> You slide your hand lower and lower
> Emboldened by her lack of reaction, you start rubbing the outside of her lower lips
> She's very warm down there, almost feverish
> One of your fingertips accidentally slips into her pussy
> She's wet
"Mayor Mare? You're about to have a guest..."
> "Oh good."
> You stop, your blood running cold
> The mare blinks blearily, rising out of sleep in a mild confusion
> Then she sees your hand on her marehood
> And that you are naked
> Her nostrils flare, filled with your scent
> ...
> "Well? Continue."
> Everything feels awkward now
"Now I'm sorta not feeling it."
> She raises an eyebrow at where your hand is still resting
> "You most certainly are feeling it. Would it help if I pretended to be asleep?"
> Well, actually,
"Yes, that would help."
> She rests her head back onto the couch
> "Oh, and you can cum inside me if you want. I wouldn't mind getting pregnant."
> Can ponies even get pregnant from human sperm?
> You'd say probably not, but there is an entire race of eagle-lions that says maybe
> You wait for her breathing to even out
> Meanwhile, you try ignore how turned on you by the fact that she would happily bear your child
> You take a few calming breaths yourself, and clamber up onto the couch
> You stare at her 'sleeping' face, your arms on either side of her head
>  With a guiding hand, you gently press your tip against her entrance
> With aching slowness, you push into her
> The entire time, you watch her face for any twitch, any sign that she will break the illusion
> You hilt in her moist passage
> Did her breath just hitch?
> After waiting in silence for a moment, you continue
> You withdraw slowly, your mouth agape at the sensation of her every fold
> You impale her again
> To your horror, some drool falls from your mouth, and into hers
> The mare reflexively swallows
> Oh damn
> Your hips begin to move with a mind of their own, gradually picking up the pace
> You lean down and kiss her lips chastely
> The sensation of her soft rear rubbing against your thighs is heavenly
> With every thrust, it's a velvety stroke along your legs
> You close your eyes and deepen the kiss, your mouth sealing against hers
> She tastes of cinnamon and oats, her tongue easily moved about by your own
> You can feel her hips buck against your own
> Her tongue comes alive against your own, and for a few moments they wrestle
> Finally, you break the kiss, grinning at the mare below you
"You're awake."
> She smiles bashfully
> "You could wake the dead with such attentions."
> You run a hand up and down her side
"Are you saying I'm a necrophiliac?"
> She must be very distracted, for her to be a politician and imply that
> Genuine distress shows on her face
> "No! I meant that your cock is, ah, "
> She throws her head back and writhes
> For your part, you seemed to have found her sweet spot
> Mayor Mare tosses her head back and forth, her mane becoming quite unkempt
> "Your cock is miracle, by the titans, it is!"
> You bite your lip, exulting in the reaction you're getting out of this respectable mare
> She wraps her hind legs around your waist and her forelegs around your neck
> You get one glimpse of her sultry glare, and then she's tongue deep in your mouth and fighting to stay there
> You rake your fingers across her back, careful not to press too hard
> You are rewarded as her back arches into your touch, her tongue going slack, and her marehood clamping down hard and winking furiously
> You roll onto your back, one hand keeping her surging hips pressed tight against your own
> Her pussy desperately milks your dick, and you find a response building up inside you
> The Mayor's mouth slides from your own, her frantic humping jostling her head down into the crook of your neck
> "Fu-uh-uh-uck me!"
> Her lips brush against your neck
> Your eyes shoot wide open, and you thrust deep into her
> Your hands clamp down on her ass, pressing her firmly against you as your sperm jets into her womb, again and again
> You rub her back gently, soothing her
"That's right, take it all in. You are a good pony."
> She snuggles contentedly against your chest
> "Tell me I'm a good mayor."
> You chuckle, but keep rubbing her back
"You are a good mayor. A vision of youth, beauty, and excellent in bed too."
> Mayor Mare hums happily at that
> You stay like that for a while, trapped by the warmth of the couch, and the mare on your dick
> Then somepony knocks on your door
> She scrambles off, desperately trying to fix her mussed mane
> You are a bit more leisurely into a clean set of clothes
"Hold on a minute!"
> Feeling halfway clean, you open the door
> Twilight, Nat, and Applejack look up at you
> Come to think of it, you hadn't seen either of the ponies in the crowd from yesterday
"Can I help you girls?"
> Twilight beams at you
> "Nat talks to me now! I understand what he wants, and we do all sorts of things together, and it's just great!"
"Oh, that's good?"
> She nods happily
> "Oh, and Applejack has something to say to you."
> Your turn to the appulpony
> She doesn't meet your eyes, blushing intensely
> "Thank you for helpin' me realize that ah..."
> Nat's hand strokes her mane
> Could it always do that?
> Applejack glances at the doll, smiling ever so little
> "That ah like gettin' raped an' dominated an' humiliated. Twi told me about your culture, and that what I have is a, uh, fetlock?"
> "Fetish." Twilight supplies helpfully
> "Right, a fetish for all that stuff. So, if you ever see me all alone..."
> Now she looks you in the eye, her hips shifting back and forth slightly
> "Don't be holdin' back, y'hear?"
> What
"I'll...keep that in mind."
> She nods firmly
> "Good. Just so's you know, ah'm ripe for the pickin', if'n you catch mah meaning."
"Riiiiggghhhtt."
> You direct your gaze to Twilight
"I can't actually impregnate ponies, right? Since I'm a human?"
> She nods
> "Not without some significant magical intervention. Well, I won't take up any more of your time, I'm sure you have all sorts of things to be doing, as does the mayor."
> Ah
"You saw?"
> Applejack scuffs a hoof
> "Through the window. We're a pair a peepin' toms, gettin' frisky at the sight a you rutting the honorable mayor til she can't think straight."
> ...
> Twilight coughs
> "Yeah, let's go."
> They trot away, with Applejack occasionally glancing behind her and twitching her tail out of the way
> It's been an odd day, and it's only half over