You walk around the darkened building, checking all the doors and windows to ensure that they are closed and locked. Ponyville may be crime-free but, as the saying goes, 'old habits die hard.'

Satisfied that the building is secure, you prepare to leave — but a faint light catches your eye. It's seeping out from underneath the door to the Mayor's office, indicating that she is working late again. With a heavy sigh you walk over to the door and knock on it.

"Madam Mayor?" you call out. "It's getting late, perhaps you should go home for the evening?" There's no reply, so you knock on the door again. "Madam Mayor, are you all right?" Silence is once again your only response, so you open the door and walk into the office.

You're about to speak again when you notice that there is a perfectly good reason for her unresponsiveness — she's fast asleep on the couch she keeps next to her desk. A quill hangs idly from between her forehooves, and a pile of paper lies under her head.

"What am I going to do with you?" you say, a small chuckle escaping you lips. "Well, since I see no point in leaving you here, I think it's time for you to go home."

You gently scoop her into your arms and blow out the candle on her desk before walking out of the office. With one hand you rummage around in your pocket and get the keys to Town Hall, once again ensuring that the building is secure. Happy that it is, you walk the two hundred metres down the street to the Mayor's house.

The town clock is indicating that it is just after ten — so you don't have to worry about anypony seeing you carrying their Mayor like a newborn foal. You get to her front door and open it – silly ponies, always forgetting to lock up properly – and gingerly carry her upstairs.

After checking every room, you finally get to her bedroom. It's plainly decorated – a bed, a bedside cabinet, a chest of drawers and a desk with attached lamp – but it seems to suit her just fine. You gently pull back the covers and place the mare into the soft cocoon that is her assortment of quilts.

You gently remove her glasses and cravat, placing them on the bedside cabinet. But instead of leaving, you find yourself watching the Mayor as she sleeps. You can't help but admire her peaceful form — her chest slowly rising and falling with each breath, the smell of her perfume, the gorgeous hind legs going all the way up to that curvaceous flank...

You close your eyes and shake your head, unsure of why you are feeling like this. Forcing yourself to look, you slowly open your eyes again. The Mayor is still unaware of your presence, though a smile has now appeared on her face. She's probably dreaming about paperwork, given how much she seems to love doing it.

"Look at you," you whisper. "You look so radiant, so serene, so... beautiful. I don't know what it is, but you're certainly the most enchanting mare I've ever had the fortune to meet." You look around furtively. "I don't know why, but I have to hold you one more time, as I may never get another opportunity like this."

You take your shoes off and slowly crawl into the bed next to her, putting your arms around her gently. You kiss the top of her head, content to lie here for whatever amount of time you have before—

"It's about time you did something, John," a voice says. "I was beginning to think that I'd have to do something drastic." You freeze in place as the Mayor turns to face you, the smile on her face betraying the fact she wasn't sleeping at all. "Oh, and I heard every word you said about me." She leans in and kisses your cheek. "Thank you so much."

"I-I... well, I... er," you stammer uncontrollably as you try to formulate a coherent sentence. "You're welcome?" You mentally slap yourself. "What I mean is... I meant every word, Madam Mayor. After all, you have been so kind to me in the few years I've been here — I guess falling in love with you was inevitable."

"First of all," she replies. "My name is Ivory Scroll. Secondly..." she clambers onto your chest and brings you in for a passionate kiss. The two of you give in to your desires, spending the next minute waging a desperate battle for control. Once you eventually separate, Ivory gazes into your eyes. "Secondly, the feeling is mutual — I love you too, John."

The next few seconds pass by slowly as you continue to look at each other — before you both lunge forwards, rolling around on the bed and scattering the covers. You quickly tear your clothes off, throwing them every which way, while Ivory settles for lying on her back and looking up at your naked form.

Neither of you speak as you lie down next to her and begin tracing a finger between her hind legs. She lets out a small moan of appreciation as the stimulation causes her arousal to grow, a few drops of glistening excitement already evident.

She starts rubbing a forehoof along your cock, the fur tickling it every which way and forcing you to bite back a growl of lust. You respond by parting her moist folds with your fingers, slipping two of them inside her. The sensation causes her to let out a small gasp of pleasure, followed by more small moans as you begin massaging her inner depths. You can feel her vaginal walls attempting to milk your fingers, and it feels good.

You begin increasing the speed of your fingers, pure animal lust taking over your emotions. Ivory's hind legs begin to kick involuntarily as the pressure in her loins begins to build up. She whimpers your name, begging you to keep going, before she finally tenses up and screams to the heavens.

You remove your fingers from her and lick them, savouring her taste. Without even pausing for breath, Ivory sits up and takes your length into the warm confines of her mouth. She slurps greedily at your cock, her eager tongue making you keep a tight grip of the side of the bed in gleeful satisfaction.

Ivory doesn't relent in her assault on your nether regions. You groan and moan in pleasure, perfectly content to let her do her thing, and softly whisper her name in appreciation. Minutes tick by before you finally hit your peak, sending load after load of your seed cascading down Ivory's throat.

She removes your dick from her mouth, licking it clean, and lies on her back. She nods once, all the confirmation you need to continue. You immediately position yourself over her and guide your throbbing member into her love tunnel. Ivory squeals in delight, throwing her forelegs around your neck and spreading her hind legs as far apart as she can.

You thrust into her as hard and as fast as you can, both of you consumed by lust and desire. You kiss each other passionately and with deep longing, you bury your faces into the others neck, you caress each others bodies — all that matters to you is the mare underneath you. She is soaked with excitement, ensuring that there is no friction between you. Her coat glistens with sweat, and her perfume filling your nostrils spurs you on to go faster than you ever thought possible. If Rainbow Dash could see you now...

Your moans fill the bedroom, accompanied only by your panting breaths and the creaking of the bedsprings. You look down at the mare below you, and she looks back up at you with the most sincere smile you've ever seen on her. Feeling yourself about to hit another orgasm, you slow down — only for your ears to pick up the softest whisper of "Inside..." escaping Ivory's lips. You nod and resume thrusting, not stopping until you finally feel yourself exploding deep inside her.

Exhausted, but glowing with happiness, you pull out and lie next to your partner. She sighs contentedly and snuggles up to you.

"That..." she pants. "That was amazing."

"It was," you reply. "I love you, Ivory Scroll. I never expected things to happen so fast... but I for one am glad they did."

"As am I, John," Ivory replies. "As am I. I love you too."

With that, she slowly drifts off to sleep. Not long after, and with one final kiss to the top of her head, you follow suit.

Author's Note

After ARchy4288 sent me the NSFW version of the picture I'm using as the cover, we had the following conversation — which inspired me to write this:

[20:33:59] Chris (GeodesicDragon): Oh, my. Madame Mayor, I do believe this is the first pic I have of you as well.
[20:35:25] ARchy4288: :$
[20:35:40] ARchy4288: She looks like she could use some snuggles
[20:36:04] Chris (GeodesicDragon): :)
[20:36:43] ARchy4288: Relieve her of that paperwork, gather her in your arms and carry her to her bed.
[20:38:19] ARchy4288: Take her collar and bow tie off and let her hair down...
[20:38:38] Chris (GeodesicDragon): (nod)
[20:38:42] ARchy4288: And crawl I to bed with her holding her close to you.
[20:42:37] ARchy4288: You'll kiss her on top of her head and smell her perfume before you pull her in closer and fall asleep holding her
[20:42:55] Chris (GeodesicDragon): If she wants to sleep, that is. ;)
[20:43:00] ARchy4288: :$
[20:43:03] Chris (GeodesicDragon): (Sorry, but SOMEONE had to say it.)
[20:43:44] ARchy4288: She could roll on top of you...
[20:48:26] ARchy4288: And well... You could go from there :$
[20:49:06] Chris (GeodesicDragon): I probably could.
[20:49:42] ARchy4288: You should totally do eet
[20:49:56] Chris (GeodesicDragon): But I've got tooooo much to doooohoooooo

... yeah, I totally lied about that last part.

Anyway, I just wanted to write this to see how it turned out.