Mean Twilight

Mayor Mare's dreams that night were uneasy, to say the least. While on most occasions the Mayor's comfortable goose-down pillow, coupled with a warm glass of milk, ensured a perfectly restful night of sleep, her dreams tonight seemed flooded with difficult imagery, like phallic specters rising up from her subconscious to taunt her. Mushrooms sprouting ominously from the ground between her legs, battering rams bullying her off the beaten path, thick fire hoses spraying her down with substances too gooey and thick to be water... She barely got a wink of sleep all night!

When she awoke the next morning, still feeling rather shook up and under the weather, she nevertheless rose, showered, dressed... and dreamed of the naps she'd be able to have at work. Yes, even if her own bed had failed her, there was always her padded office chair with the adjustable seating. A relaxing in that, a massage from Raven, and a few slugs of the large bottle of brandy she kept in her work desk drawer, and Mayor Mare would be fighting fit again by lunchtime.

Nothing to worry about!

Less than nothing, she remembered suddenly, on her way out the door. Her arrival at work today was - legally speaking - the deadline for Twilight Sparkle to submit and file the zoning paperwork for that silly factory of hers. This, of course, had been a game rigged from the very start. Raven arrived only an hour before her every morning to open up Town Hall, and the Mayor had given her very explicit, very simple instructions on what to do after that: If Twilight Sparkle arrives, never let that paper reach my ‘IN’ box. As canny in bureaucratic procedure as she was in the way of politics, Mayor Mare knew all the many ways a zoning filing could be delayed into oblivion. With everything she’d told Raven to do to those papers, Twilight could have submitted them last week, and they would still be unfinished by the time she arrived today.

So, Mayor Mare left the house in high spirits and headed in to work, nearly skipping down the path on her way there… Or, as close as she could manage in her too-tight formal attire. Idle delusions of grandeur filled her head as the morning sun shone down upon her face. Yes, this mistake would be the end of the Princess of Friendship. Very dearly, in fact. The laws were very clear on the importance of filing paperwork in the proper time frame.

She could already see it: Twilight wrapped chains, her offensively obscene cock locked in a chastity cage of triple-steel. The disgraced princess was… Hm… Oh, yes, she was begging before the new Princess Mayor of Ponyville to spare her, pledging her life in slavery to Mayor Mare if she could only be free once more. And the Mayor, sitting high upon a crystal throne made to fit her luscious tush alone - instead of Twilight and a guest or two upon her lap - only laughed in her smug little face.

The Mayor in real life laughed just as hard, as practice. She wondered what the sweet lips of Twilight’s maids would taste like, when they inevitably became her own maids. And that Starlight Glimmer, mm… Raven Inkwell would have to work much, much harder to stay Top Secretary, once Mayor Mare ascended to the throne. She wouldn’t be able to refuse conservative clothes and comfy shoes any longer, with an ambitious Starlight Glimmer thirsting for her job. Why, she’d have to stuff her outrageous curves into any saucy outfit the Mayor desired! The Mayor chuckled again. Or, perhaps, she could just make them fight for it.

Only a single cloud darkened her thoughts, as she stepped from the realm of the bright morning sun into Town Hall’s considerably dimmer lobby. What if - and this was only a hypothetical - Raven Inkwell had forgotten all of the Mayor’s careful instructions to delay the filing? After the audience with Twilight she’d been such an airhead,, that the Mayor’s words might have just flitted in one ear and out the other.

The Mayor’s grin uncurled itself by just a fraction of an inch, and she paced in a circle about the front desk. “Even… No, wait…” She wanted to pore over that particular thought very carefully before heading up to her office. Like a filly on Hearth’s Warming Eve, she didn’t want to rush and open her present without thinking carefully on what might be inside. A brand new toy… or a scratchy old sweater. Which would it be? “Even if she did... No - it wouldn’t matter.”

It wouldn’t matter in the least, she thought, the clouds in her mind clearing. Even if Raven had been struck suddenly dumb (or, at any rate, moreso than usual) by Twilight’s presence, it would hardly matter if she forgot to place the papers in the Mayor’s ‘IN’ box, too. “Yes!” the Mayor clapped her hands together, her smile full of sunshine and rainbows once more. “She would forget to do just that! Ah ha h-”

Thump!

The Mayor caught herself mid-laugh at the noise. What was that? Where had it come from?

Thump!

Her ears twitched. On the desk beside her, pens jolted about the surface, a stack of paperwork toppled at the sheer force of the second thump. The Mayor looked upward; a panel had come loose from the ceiling - in a spot just about… just about below where her office would be.

Thump!

The Mayor winced as the ceiling panel crashed to the floor, dust and debris raining upon her carefully-done mane. What in Equestria...

Oh, no.

Removing her outdoors hat and her coat, the Mayor hurried herself upwards, taking the stairs two at a time.

Bang! She threw the door open, stepping into her office with all the authority and bluster that the Mayor commanded!

...Only to have the wind knocked straight from her sails... and how! The sight waiting for Mayor Mare on the other side hit her harder than all the tabloid scandals in her career together ever had.

Raven Inkwell, hard-working secretary, ultra-devoted assistant... and most importantly, submissive fuckdoll to the Mayor's Office, had now been bent over the very symbol of the Mayor's Office, the desk itself! She shook and hollered and wobbled, flicking sweat in every direction, clinging to the desk for dear life, as if knowing her trembling, knock-kneed legs would collapse beneath her if she did not.

What a slovenly sight! Her massive body had at last been stuffed into a hot little purple dress. It was so short, so skimpy, that her pantyhose and garter had been placed on full display, spilling out - spilling everywhere - in a way she'd never have dreamed to do for Mayor Mare! Her mammoth, meaty tits looked ready to pop out of her dress altogether as they rolled around on the desk, battering inkwells and scattering documents in their wake, the fat knobs of her nipples fully visible through the sketchy material, straining up a pair of peaks on her udders that sang sinfully with arousal! Her ass, stuck high in the air, shook and bounced invitingly like an animal signalling its readiness to be mated, in a way a pony farmer might laugh about the animals under her care doing come mating season! Raven Inkwell looked shameless! Depraved! In heat!

But most shocking of all were the occasional glimpses of her face from beneath her long, disheveled mane... Raven looked like a mare who had simply... given up. Or given in. Her tongue flopped freely over her plush, black-painted lips, panting for breath. All light had drained from her amber-brown eyes, and her nostrils had flared to maximum size - drinking in as much sticky cock-scent as she could manage with each animalistic snort. She whinnied and whined and bucked in place, all in service of the one behind her.

Not Mayor Mare. Somepony else had gotten behind Raven first!

Even now, a demonic little creature sat perched atop Raven, hooves planted on the colossal slopes of her butt, hands wrapped around her middle, clinging to her like a little goblin as she took the most extraordinary swings of her hips; full-length thrusts that dropped whole feet of cock in and out of Raven’s stretched-out rear end, leaving her soaked-through puss utterly neglected in favor of the most depraved display of anal attention Mayor Mare had ever seen. Her enormous bloated balls swung and bounced with each impact, sloshing with what must be enough sticky spunk to flood a bathtub... per volley! In and out, in and out, the fiend sawed, drawing lowing bellows of utter satisfaction from the pony trapped beneath her.

And, worst of all, Mayor Mare didn't even need to see the pervert's face to recognize the culprit. She'd been gawking at the cock in question just yesterday, after all... and it wasn't a cock easily forgotten. Twilight's royal scepter, a far more potent symbol of power than some silly desk, looked even more imposing now than it had then, as it stole the Mayor’s girl.

“Oh, there you are,” Twilight said, pausing just long enough between thrusts to take note of the Mayor’s presence. “We were just wondering where you’d gotten to.”

But even this momentary break in the action seemed too long for Raven Inkwell. She whimpered and shook beneath Twilight’s comparatively tiny form, her lusciously soft body pressed so hard into the Mayor’s desk that splintering cracks were already forming in its once-sturdy wood. Her lustrous white flank, dappled red with the imprint of Twilight’s palm, bucked feebly against her captor’s hips in a vain attempt to drive her deeper in.

“Sorry,” Twilight giggled, with an air quite the opposite of sorry. “I’ll need a moment. Do you mind?”

The princess reared back and thrust deep once again with a deafening wet squelch! Raven gasped and groaned with pleasure as the solid warmth of Twilight’s cock filled her again. She sighed in contentment, like a foal who’d just been tucked in with her favorite toy… even as the Mayor felt a crushing grip close round her chest.

“Of course I mind! How dare you?” Mayor Mare shouted at last, taking an angry step forward. How could this happen? Raven had only ever been her treasure to covet and caress. Even when the most powerful stallions and businessponies in Equestria offered her mountains of bits and oodles of vacation time to quit and become secretary to grand corporations and bustling cities, Raven had only ever let the Mayor’s arm wrap about her slender waist. Her soft, smooth lips had only ever been for the Mayor to kiss. And even then, she hadn’t given everything to her boss. Even in Town Hall, in the sanctity of the Mayor’s own office, there had been limits to her willingness to dress and to pose and to pleasure. Places where she simply would not go, ordered or no.

And it had taken Twilight Sparkle just half a morning to violate her to the fullest.

“This is an outrage!” the Mayor barked - or, perhaps, yipped. She could hardly hear her own voice as it escaped her lips, beneath the symphony of moans and slaps and squelches Twilight conducted with her secretary’s body. “An insult, Sparkle! Harassing my secretary just because you couldn’t get your zoning paperwork filed on-time! You’ll pay for this, do you hear me?”

“Mm?” Twilight’s ears pricked just long enough between earth-shaking thrusts to get the idea of what the Mayor was blabbering about. “Oh, but I did get my paperwork filed, Mayor! You’ll find it all in your ‘IN’ box, on your desk.”

The Mayor’s gaze fell toward her desk - the workspace filled entirely with Raven Inkwell’s thick, cum-soaked curves. Somewhere, perhaps, there might have been an ‘IN’ box. Buried beneath her. She didn’t feel much like fishing a hand beneath the happy couple to check.

“It might be a little-” Slap! “-cluttered!” Twilight agreed, giving Raven a cracking love-pat on them flank with her palm. It left yet another mark, cherry-red, on the endless expanse of Raven’s rear. Her original Cutie Mark was, likewise, buried somewhere beneath Twilight’s dirty work. “I’ve never filed any papers like these before, so I was almost worried when I showed up this morning. But your secretary here was so helpful, we got it all done lickety-split!”

For one of the few, brief moments in her lengthy career, Mayor Mare found herself stunned into silence. The sight of her assistant's big, soft body being used so savagely to massage her rival's tremendous pecker came as unreal to her. How many times had Inkwell told Mayor Mare she never had time for aggressive, testosterone-fuelled stallions who didn't know how to treat a lady? That she so preferred the soft, delicate touches of fillies to all that snorting and growling and thrusting?

Now Twilight was ruthlessly pounding her hot little asshole, pulling her mane, and spanking her like the bad filly she was all at once! Princess Twilight was abusing Raven's plump frame like Mayor Mare never had - or ever could have. Every ounce of softness cushioned Twilight’s assault flawlessly, demonstrating all too clearly body like Raven’s was built for such play.

“You should have seen how hard she begged for it,” Twilight giggled, the little motions of her laughter rippling like waves through Raven’s hind-quarter. “I had to tell her to slow down when she started undressing! Didn’t you train her better, Mayor?”

Mayor Mare's last, faintest hope that Twilight had forced this on Raven was utterly dispelled by the way Miss Inkwell aggressively and enthusiastically thrust back at Twilight, squeezing every last drop of pleasure even as Twilight’s cock forced all thought from her head. Mayor Mare gasped as Twilight leaned forward and wrapped her hands about Raven’s neck, completing her dominance by stifling even Raven’s throaty moans. But all this seemed to do was turn the faucet on the flow of clear honey dripping from between Raven’s legs.

If Raven wanted this moment to last forever, the Mayor couldn’t take it for even a single second longer. Far worse than So she forced herself to move, stumbling reluctantly forwards towards the force of nature taking place on her office desk. "Princess Twilight Sparkle! You are breaking the law!"

"You skirted around authority earlier, but this... this is a clearest violation! My office is private property... and you shall extricate yourself at once! Out! Out! Out, you vile creature! Get off my secretary at once, or-"

Or nothing. Whatever Mayor Mare’s threat would have been, it was easily swallowed up in the long, low moan that Twilight let out as she reached her peak. The Mayor’s eyes widened as Twilight’s balls, fattened and ready beyond all belief, drew inward.

It seemed to happen in slow-motion, or that might just have been how long it took. Twilight bit her lip as Raven’s belly bloated outward, her stomach stretching and squishing out over the edges of the desk as Twilight filled her with the force of a fire hose. The finest piece of furniture in Ponyville put up a brave fight, indeed. It resisted just long enough for a thick stream of pearly cum to drip and glorp out from the sopping mess of Raven’s cheeks - but failed in the end.

Crack! The Mayor winced as her desk split down the middle, shattering into hundreds of splinters before her eyes. Raven’s fall to earth was cushioned by the enormous load dumped straight into her belly, plumped by thick, warm goo until a sledgehammer would have bounced right off her. Even the impact of the crash came muffled and squelching, the remains of the desk stuck fast to creamy puddles of royal cum. And still Twilight came.

In shocked, silent horror, the Mayor watched as the unyielding symbol of her office was replaced with an inflatable monument to Twilight’s sexual prowess. She took one step back, and then another, as Raven’s expanding gut claimed ever more space, knocking down lamps and pushing over chairs. Twilight hardly even seemed to care for the destruction she was wreaking, her eyes shut in perfect bliss as her open mouth sang silent odes to joy.

Everything the Mayor had ever built for herself in this sacred place - this Throne Room, it could have been said - had been torn down by this petite princess’s unwillingness to keep it beneath her skirt. It wasn’t even revenge that Twilight was enacting by turning her secretary into a blow-up doll Mayor Mare realized. It was simple impulse. She hadn’t been drained in the last five minutes when she’d arrived to drop off her papers, and there Raven had been. To Mayor Mare, it was a heart-rending, soul-crushing end to all of her wild ambitions. But in the end, it was only a round peg fitting a round hole. To Twilight, it had never been anything more.

Eventually - eventually - it ended. Twilight’s weighty balls fell back into place, hardly smaller than they had been when she’d started. Or, if the Mayor’s lying eyes could be believed, even bigger. But surely that was impossible. There was no way in Equestria that Twilight’s endlessly productive nuts had filled even further in the time it took to dump a quick load into Raven Inkwell.

Surely not…

“Aah!” Twilight stretched like she’d woken up from a particularly good nap, arms raised high over her head. She pulled herself from Raven’s rear with a looo-oong wet, schlorp, the imposing pole beneath her legs standing harder than ever. “That was a good warm-up. It’s just so relaxing to work the morning tension out with a secretary. You know?”

Mayor Mare could only stare.

“Oh.” Twilight smiled, placing a finger to her lips to stifle the laugh. “I guess you don’t.”

Twilight's entire body, monster cock and all, glowed suddenly with a spectral amethyst light. Gently clasping herself in a field of magical energy, the Unicorn turned about, her thick thighs and long, supple legs hanging in the air as she floated towards Mayor Mare.

The magical field was, of course, thickest around the pendulous pole leading the charge, large and long enough to bridge half the distance between them on its own, to say nothing of the seed pods sloshing about her knees. Lifting such a tremendous weight must have been a challenge to tax even Twilight Sparkle's power. The Mayor wouldn’t have been shocked to hear it needed a dozen unicorns working together, normally!

How did a cock - how, indeed, did anything - even grow that large? Mayor Mare would have believed it was some manner of prosthetic if not for the sheer, stark reality of it. No protesthetic could have done all that to Raven Inkwell.

And while Mayor Mare stood, back to the door, paralyzed by Twilight’s endowment like it was a swaying cobra spitting venom, Twilight gravitated towards her.

"You know, Mayor… I was really impressed by your mastery of rules and regulations! Even I barely remembered that law you invoked last time, the one about exercising your right to shorten my deadline for paperwork delivery..."

She was discussing paperwork now, of all times? Even as she floated atop the ruins of the Mayor’s once-glorious empire? Mayor Mare listened spellbound, too confused to protest. She just wondered how Twilight could look so nonchalant. Keeping such a monstrous cock erect would surely have killed an ordinary stallion, but Twilight hardly even seemed to notice the extra weight. She hardly even projected arousal - her expression as cool and calm as a cucumber. There was hardly a trace on her of the cataclysmic orgasm she’d had just seconds ago. If not for the frosting-thick cum caked upon the smooth purple flesh of her shaft...

Mayor Mare turned away, her prey-animal instincts acting in spite of her conscious mind. If she couldn’t see it, it didn’t exist. If it couldn’t see her, it wouldn’t come for her.

"So,” Twilight said. The glow wrapped itself about the Mayor’s head, dragging her gaze back to where it belonged. “I did some homework last night before coming over, and I was just delighted by what I found! It was just a little clause, added a few centuries after the fact. Anyone could have missed it, I’m sure!"

Her fat cock now loomed inches from Mayor Mare's face, so hot, hard, and pungent that simply standing by it felt like diving into a rainforest. Sweat rolled down her cheeks as the steamy heat radiating from the meaty member's thick, leather-tough sheath enveloped her. She recoiled from it as it twitched, slopping her hooves with enough seed to flood a mixing bowl. "Just... Just spit it out!" she uttered, half-growling, half-moaning.

"Ahem: 'Where extraneous expenses are inflicted upon the construction office by the elected authority's actions - referring to all the added rush and bother of getting the paperwork filed in time - 'the construction office is authorised to request reimbursement thereof!' If, and only if, the paperwork is actually filed, of course!"

Twilight smirked. "Oh, I do hope you find my paperwork in order. Your secretary was hardly big enough to finish what she started, and I'm soooo ready to exact my reimbursement."

Mayor Mare gulped. Foiled by what amounted to an addendum! After all her careful planning and crafty maneuvering, it was all about to end over an uncrossed T.

Twilight’s magic wrapped itself about Mayor Mare’s legs, a gentle gravity pulling her to her knees. Not that she needed the help. The Mayor’s strength to resist was gone, and her legs had been halfway to buckling on their own. She was a cat in a trap, a spider caught in her own web. It was she who had charged foolhardily to challenge Princess Twilight Sparkle, and she who’d invoked the ancient laws that now condemned her to her fate. There was nopony to blame now for her predicament but herself…

“I think I’ll be taking your title, too,” Twilight mused, descending until she landed gently on the floor. Her cock - which needed no magic to stand erect - bobbed menacingly before the (former) Mayor’s empty eyes. “That isn’t part of the law; I’m just exercising my powers as Princess. Or Princess Mayor, now, I guess! It isn’t like you’ll be fit for office, anyway, after I’m done with you. Oh, well!”

A tremendously powerful force, like a hand with a crushing grip, circled about Mayor Mare’s head, curled its ‘fingers’ in her mane - and shoved. Her mouth opened wide in shock as she flew forward... just wide enough to accept the massive girth of Twilight’s cock as it slid past her lips. And kept going. Tears of pain streamed down Mayor Mare’s eyes, her jaw strained to its absolute limit, while Twilight above sighed in simple pleasure. She’d never swallowed anything even half this big in her life. How was she taking it now?

The magic gripping her mane pulled her back, and she felt every last inch as Twilight’s length retreated briefly from her cock-clogged throat… before slamming back again all at once. Teeth, tongue, and uvula were all shoved aside with frightening ease. Twilight’s cock accepted no barrier to forcing its way just that extra bit deeper, reveling in the wet warmth of Mayor Mare’s mouth as it violated the Head of Ponyville.

The Mayor’s gaze slid upward as her eyes rolled back into her head, up along the slender waist and gentle slope of Twilight’s chest. This, too, was a new experience for her. In the rare occasions of the past, when she had dived giddily between her secretary’s thighs, Raven Inkwell’s expression had always been a mystery. The canopy of Raven’s jiggling bust had blocked all sight of her expression, even as the Mayor’s talented tongue worked its magic upon her lower lips.

Not so with Twilight. The Mayor was treated to the full, unblocked view of Twilight’s smile with every thrust - the image burning itself in her mind. “Nice try,” her smile seemed to say, oozing with a condescension even thicker than her cum. “Now take your rightful place.”

The thumping and pumping must have been loud enough to hear straight across town. Not that this would be anything strange for the residents of Ponyville, what with them all being thoroughly used to Twilight's inordinate, godlike sexuality contrasting so heavily with everyone else's. But this would be the first time they ever heard the sounds of such an overpowering sexual from within the Mayor's Office! Beforehand, Raven and Mayor Mare's gasps would have only ever been picked up by someone listening intently at the door. Now Twilight and Mayor Mare made enough noise between them - cheerful sighs and choking glurks alike - to shake Town Hall to its foundations!

And that wasn't the only thing causing the building to shake. With each thrust Twilight made down her newest victim's esophagus, she disgorged endless quantities of slimy, smelly jizz. At first it was only enough to hose down the insides of Mayor Mare's belly, totally drowning the cream puffs and sausage she'd enjoyed for breakfast, but soon it gurgled down into a pool, a sludgelike wash that totally coated the Mayor's defenseless insides. Much like the Friendship Factory just outside, Twilight was rushing ahead with a new project on lands that didn't belong to her, and with even less paperwork now than before.

Soon, Mayor Mare became aware of her massively-inflated midsection bouncing and wobbling with each hip-hammering, flank-twitching thrust from Twilight. And whenever she caught a glimpse of the cream-coloured dome poking over the top of her pants, it only seemed to get bigger. She was sloshing endlessly to new sizes, expanding further and further with each cheerful whoop from the princess, each new splattering splosh of semen in the cum-flooded interior of Mayor Mare's belly.

The mirrors littered about the office, once a reflection of the Mayor’s ego, now reflected only her burgeoning stomach. She would have groaned in shame, if the thick cream of Twilight’s pleasure hadn’t caked her insides, from the Mayor at the top to the mare at the bottom.

What a ways to fall! Only yesterday, she had reveled in her power to end dreams with a phone call and the stroke of a pen. Now, she was nothing. She was a receptacle for cum, a storage tank for product before it could be bottled and shipped at Princess Twilight’s Friendship Factory. The Mayor was totally at her new master’s mercy, but there was no mercy in her smug, self-satisfied smile. Now, only the limits of Twilight’s lusts could save her from becoming a balloon - a cheap, tied-up condom with a little head and limbs sticking out.

But there were no limits to Twilight’s lusts.

After only a minute, Mayor's Mare belly had bloated so large that it sank past her knees and struck the floorboards. They held for just a few seconds more before they splintered, boughing in the middle with a chorus of snapping noises. She’d gone straight through the floor! Already, after a single elongated orgasm, the Mayor had outsized the bloated Raven groaning in the corner. And she was only going to get bigger from here.

"Ahhh! That feels so good!" huffed Twilight, although it was anyone's guess if she was speaking about Mayor Mare's throat, or the opportunity to so callously assert herself over another. Power had long since been a drug to this pony, and Twilight had always been ever so slightly given to excess.

Mayor Mare just gurgled and grasped Twilight's fat little butt, trying to steady herself against the onslaught. Her arms gripped those powerful thighs, worked long and hard lifting a weight no stallion could ever bear, and held on for dear life. The deafening roar of Twilight’s balls filled her ears; always churning, always producing, always full, even against her cock’s best effort to pump oceans of cum into waiting bellies.

It wasn’t fair! It was cheating, somehow or another. The Mayor had worked long and hard to reach her station in life. Endless campaigns, speeches, bribes… All of it just to scrape herself to the highest political office in a small Equestrian town. What had Twilight ever done to deserve her power, her title, her ever-growing list of sexual conquests?

“Life’s not fair, of course,” Twilight mused aloud, as if reading Mayor Mare’s thoughts. Another thrust of that absurd, impossible cock, brought her close enough to give her newest conquest’s head a gentle pat. “Don’t think too hard about why you’re here, Miss Mare. Some ponies are just better than others.”

Mayor Mare gurgled wetly, and gave up thinking altogether. She could already feel her belly filling up the first floor, brushing furniture aside and pressing against load-bearing pillars. Her mind registered each touch - couch, desk, or wall - dully as a gentle press, her brain lost in a haze of Twilight’s scent and salty cum. Then, as she filled out the first floor altogether, the two of them began to rise, buoyed up by the rising tide of Twilight’s cum in the Mayor’s belly.

It was only a little thing for Twilight, of course. Filling a building out was hardly even worth mentioning in between bending over dark queens and replacing whole lakes with bubbling cum… but it was a good start to the morning.

“Now that I’m also Mayor,” she said, more to herself than to the cum-balloon below her. “I think, by right, that Town Hall would belong to me. But I already have myself a castle, so-ooo… What to do, what to do with the place.”

The Mayor burbled, bubbles of salty cum escaping what little space there was between her lips and Twilight’s cock. Her eyes darted fearfully out the window, to where that damned sign still stood, taunting her now harder than ever before:

PRINCESS TWILIGHT’S FRIENDSHIP FACTORY!

(COMING SOON)

“Hm?” Twilight glanced out the window, too. “Oh, what a great idea!” She gave Mayor Mare another pat on the head. “I’ll bulldoze it and make an expansion to the Factory! That way, it can come even sooner. You’ll help, won’t you?”

To Mayor Mare, there was already more than enough cumming her way! But she could hardly protest as the gushes of white stuff streaming down her throat doubled, then doubled again in intensity. Twilight’s hips thrust harder and harder, faster and faster, until Mayor Mare feared her own neck might snap from the strain!

“Thanks for your assistance!” Twilight chimed in cheerily. She shuddered in pleasure, and the building around them shuddered with an ominous creaking noise. “You have no idea how much this is helping!”

Out in Ponyville proper, the streets had been filling up for some time. 9 AM had crept onwards to 10 AM, Celestia's sun rising higher and higher in the sky. The town was a-bustle with ponies coming and going, a crowd brewing around Town Hall to ogle the Friendship Factory's construction site and wonder what sort of products it would produce. And how sweet and thick and creamy they would taste.

But such ruminations were abruptly interrupted by a great KER-SPLOOGE! from behind them, bursting from the depths of the Mayor's Office.

First, the windows on both floors cracked, one by one, as a foamy white substance poured up against them, rising to the ceiling. Then, again in rapid succession, the glass and frames burst all at once! Window after window exploded, littering the streets with broken pieces of wood and glass, soon to be followed by fountains of off-white sludge! Gushing and gushing and splattering all over the road, soaking the grass and ponies alike!

...Then the walls themselves began to creak and bulge, perhaps preparing for the same treatment. Within the depths of the Mayor's Office, Mayor Mare's voice was heard to rise in a keening wail...!

"Here we go!" came Princess Twilight’s voice.

And then, with a deafening explosion, all four walls burst at once, either tumbling outwards intact or bursting into huge chunks of brick and steel. A couch went shooting across the street and lodged itself in the side of a house. An entire kitchenette was blasted into the air by a gush of spunk that would put Canterlot's grandest fountains to shame.

And in every direction, the distended bulging midsection of Mayor Mare crept, bloating and widening across the length of the road, boughing up against buildings on either side... growing, growing, growing... with a maniacally-laughing purple dot straddled atop it. Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship! And now Mayor of Ponyville, too. She whooped and cheered as she turned Town Hall into a crater more befitting its new stature beneath her, a footnote in the long history of Twilight Sparkle’s self-aggrandizing antics, and the humiliating punishment wrought upon Mayor Mare and her assistant!

Of course, with Town Hall gone, Mayor Mare she was no longer ‘Mayor’ in any possible sense.

“Phew!” Princess Mayor Twilight Sparkle let out a great heaving sigh, pulling her finally-softening cock from Miss Mare’s thoroughly abused mouth. She stood atop the water-bed of that vast belly, surveying her work. The scattered remnants of Town Hall (and the gallons of leaked cum besides!) would need a whole crew to clean up, the two bloated forms of the former Mayor and her secretary dominating the skyline. “What a morning!”

Satisfied with her handiwork, Twilight leaned down to Miss Mare’s head, and gave a little clap to wake her up.

“A-buh?” Miss Mare stirred, ever so slightly, her mouth already unused to life without Twilight’s cock filling it. “Huh? Whadda you want?”

“Oh, nothing,” Twilight said, wiping a drop of errant cum from Miss Mare’s lips. “I just wanted to tell you that, while you’ve been a great help with my projects, you’re technically trespassing on private property.” She waved a hand out over the remnants of Town Hall. Or, rather, the new expansion to Princess Twilight’s Friendship Factory. “By town law, you’ll have to file a report with the property’s owner for that.”

Miss Mare’s eyes widened. “Oh, no…”

“Oh, yes!” Twilight’s smile was bright as the morning sun. “So get some rest; I’ll be expecting your papers tomorrow morning.”