30 Days In The Hole

Brown thrust his face onto hers. Their lips met, pure pleasure shooting through his body. He curled his hooves all along her neck, gripping tightly. She held him close, and she twisted about her head from side to side. His tongue danced across her teeth, taking in that wonderful taste of his ale.

The Mayor moaned as Brown poured himself onto her. He ran his hooves all along her mane, rubbing the back of her head with the tips of her hooves. Their heads bopped up and down, left and right, and then around in a little circle. He shoved her against the cabinets, pulling her mane down and winding it around his hooves. He ran his tongue along the sides of her mouth. She cooed once again.

Brown made out harder and harder, faster and faster. He rammed her against the cabinets as his lips rippled across her face. He threw his hooves up and buried the sides of his face in her wonderful, snugly mane. Her taste, her scent, her touch, and every inch of her! Oh, Praise Luna! The Mayor's hooves clutched the sides of his back, tugging him ever closer.

He broke the kiss, leaning back a few inches and watching the wet trail coming of of the Mayor's face. He gazed into those gigantic, pretty eyes of hers. He curled his face along her neck and laid a trail of sloppy kisses around her cheek. Her coos drove him out of her mind. She moved her hooves up, and he did the same. His kisses went on along the side of her head, down her neck, and then all across her chest.

The Mayor shivered as Brown's hooves caressed all along her side. Her mane fluttered all across the sides of his head, and he buried his face in it completely. She moved her head down and kissed him as he moved on down her chest. His poofy, golden mane mixed up all inside her smooth, grey mane. Her soft, delicate hooves explored all over his rough, muscular body.

Brown's hooves then found their way down to the Mayor's flank. He rubbed all around her cutie marks, and she panted hard. She panted faster and faster as he splattered sloppy kisses along her belly. Brown buried his face inbetween her legs, drooling all over her. The Mayor's bottom hooves buckled, and she let out a low whine. The whine built up louder and louder as her body enveloped Brown's. Shocks of pleasure rippled along her sides.

Brown burst out with deep, masculine groans of pleasure. He curled his hooves down along her plot over to her marehood, still kissing over and over again between her legs. He stroked along her marehood's left side. The Mayor shivered once again, almost feeling as if foam poured out of her mouth. Brown's left hoof rubbed into her marehood itself, and she nudged her body down. He began moving up and down, again and again. She felt herself dripping all over Brown and onto the floor.

Brown suddenly shifted backward. He twirled his mane around and made a huge grin. The Mayor let go of the cabinets and slumped onto the floor. She looked down at her tail coming up from behind her legs, soaking wet from her love juices. The two ponies gazed at each other for a moment, their faces and bodies completely frazzled.

"The desk," the Mayor declared, and she forced herself to stand back up.

"Desk?" he asked, and he rubbed his face with his hooves.

"Buck me. On my desk," she half-shouted, and she wandered over. She propped herself onto the desk, face first. "Buck me right under the Ponyville City Seal." She wiggled about and laid herself down on her back, papers scattered all under her. She curled her bottom hooves up, bent her front hooves the side in supplication, and thrust her tail into the air.

"As you wish, Miss Mayor," he responded, and he sauntered over.

"Sarah," she moaned. He stopped, and then they locked eyes. She nudged her glasses off of her face, and she let her mane flutter across her eyes. "That's the nickname my closest friends used to use. What my ex-husband used." She wagged her tail seductively, and she showed off her eyelashes. "Please, Brown."

Oh, goodness, you're just so beautiful... He felt as if he could just jump into her eyes and wade forever in an endless ocean. I'll never, ever see a more pretty thing as long as I live. He positioned himself right at the edge of the desk. His colthood throbbed about in the air. He leaned it against her thigh, and the touch of her supple body made him moan with pleasure. He nudged a bit to the left, moving his hooves along her chest.

His mane dropped down over her body, and she brought her own front hooves against his chest. Despite the pure beauty going from her hooves to her head-- something that brought him to the edge just to see, let alone touch-- he couldn't stop gazing at her face. He felt his colthood lining up perfectly atop her marehood.

"I... I love you, Sarah," he moaned. He leaned down closer, feeling their grey and golden manes blurring into one. Their faces were just inches apart.

"I love you too, Brown," she moaned back. She nodded a little as well, and she pressed her plot even closer to him. He smiled, and his eyes opened wide.

Brown pressed a little bit with the tip of his colthood. He shook from the burst of sensations jolting through his body. He slid himself forward. The pleasure just poured into him. He felt the top of his head swimming in pure bliss. His legs buckled as he nudged himself closer. Finally, shoved in as deep as he could, he leaned down and kissed her.

Their lips smacked again and again. He felt her front hooves curling against his hard, muscular chest, trying to grab him. He nudged his own front hooves against her soft skin. After drinking in every bit of her amazing sensation, Brown slowly slid out. The tingles coursed from his colthood into his sides.

He bit his lip, taking in almost all of his strength not to blow his top inside her right then and there. He slit out completely, her love juices pouring all out between his legs. The Mayor moaned, her face locked in exactly. Brown took a deep breath, and then she shoved himself in. He smacked his face against hers and ran his front hooves along her sides.

Their screams filled the room, hooves buckling against each other's bodies. He slid himself out and right back in again, their manes flying about. The screams gave way to low groans. Brown pounded again and again. He felt so close to just losing it, so close to becoming like an animal. The Mayor jerked around upon the desk, digging all four of her hooves into his body.

They locked into an intense rhythm. She felt so full, going at him as time completely lost any meaning. Everything about him touched someplace inside her that hadn't been touched in years. She might have thought that she, actually, had never felt this connected to somepony before. Except, she could barely think at all. The thrusts grew faster and faster, the Mayor drooling and biting at the top of Brown's mane.

He smacked against her marehood harder and harder. Slams of pleasure coursed through her mind, building up so strong that it almost somehow felt painful. She strained to breathe. She saw Brown's face contorting with pure emotion.

"Sun... is... coming... up..." he groaned, and he leaned back a few feet.

"I think I'm still!" Mayor Mare called out. She gasped, and then she bit harder against the tips of his mane. "I'm not safe! Not safe!" Her hooves jiggled mindlessly in the air.

Brown leaned back down, and he nestled his face upon hers. "I love you. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility," he whispered. They both smiled. She felt his colthood quivering inside of her.

The Mayor curled her bottom hooves around Brown's rear. She felt her marehood clenching around him. Their faces rubbed for a second. She pushed herself forward. They kissed.

*Pulse*

Brown screamed. She could only moan. Every little drop of his cream seemed to spark thousands of little bursts of pleasures all through her insides. He bent his body back, and his hooves tossed about in the air. She threw her head to the side, gasping for air. Somehow, he just kept on releasing himself. She spun her head around left and right, and then she groaned even louder.

Finally, after what felt like a thousand years, Brown pulled himself off of her. He staggered a few feet back and them collapsed onto the floor. The Mayor leaned down, wiggling herself back towards the edge of the desk. Love juices oozed out of her marehood with a loud and painfully unladylike noise. She watched as white stuff spilled all over the papers underneath her.

*Bang*

The ponies' hearts seemed to stop at the noise. Then, a torrent of knocks burst out from the other side of the door. Brown and the Mayor just stared. "Are you okay, Miss Mayor! What in Celestia's name has this monster done to you!" Roseluck called out. She scraped against the door. "Oh, I knew he was bad news!" She finally swung open the door.

Roseluck took three steps into the room. She then froze completely in place for a painful twenty seconds. Her eyes stared right in between the Mayor's legs. Roseluck then shivered. She slowly moved her eyes down across the desk over to the floor and then to Brown's limp colthood. Roseluck's eyes seemed to grow as wide as saucers.

"Take the day off, dear," the Mayor called out, and she wiggled her front hooves in the air.

Roseluck opened her mouth to say something. She halted. She glanced behind her, and then she sped out the door, slamming it loudly behind her. Brown let out a low whistle.

The Mayor then swung her legs around and then sat straight up on the desk. She glanced over, Brown sauntering behind the desk over to her back. Brown caressed all along her sides and then rubbed his hooves onto her belly. She made a happy sigh.

"I'm going to love the next twenty nine days," she moaned, her head slumping over. Brown's massage moved down from her neck all along her back. She shut her eyes tightly and pressed her mane onto his face.

"Or the next twenty nine weeks," Brown moaned, and he thrust himself up against her back. He littered kisses along the side of her face.

"Or the next twenty nine years," she whispered. Brown suddenly stopped. She took a deep breath as Brown nudged off of her body. She slowly turned her head around, and she gazed at him.

"You... you really mean..." he muttered, and he looked down, "That? Between the two of us, when we've just met?"

"Hopefully," she whispered, and she fluttered her lashes at him, "I'm not saying anything for sure, right now, but if it got that far... It would be nice..."

Brown didn't say anything back. He didn't need to. He simply leaned forward and kissed her once again. She pulled off of him, and then she twisted her head. She smiled, barely suppressing a flurry of giggles.

"Mister Brown, would you like to go out to dinner with me?" she asked. She put her front hooves around Brown's shoulders. She blew the hair out of her eyes.

"It's a little backward," he replied. He went ahead and laughed. "But, hey, it's not like I've ever cared about doing things right the first time, anyway."

"It's a date," she whispered, and they kissed.

(To Be Continued)