One is the Loneliest Number
ONE IS THE LONELIEST NUMBER
The clock read 6:30 when the radio switched itself on, the sound of Elfin Fawn filling the darkened room. The very feminine figure on the bed stirred as the music pierced her sleep until she finally opened her eyes and looked at the clock. Even without her glasses, her bleary eyes, still gummed with sleep from the Sandmare, could make out the extra large numbers burning their red digits into her foggy brain. For half a second, Mare considered staying in bed, but knew that she would get up regardless of her ultimate desire to return to the wonderful dream she had been having before being so rudely awakened by reality.
She stretched her arms above her and pulled her leg muscles taut, luxuriating in the exquisite feeling of her large, warm bed. Looking to the opposite side of the bed, she sadly noted the wide, empty expanse. With a sigh, she sat up and swung her legs over the side. Fitting her hooves into the slippers to combat the cold parquetry, the tan mare stood and covered her mouth to stifle a yawn so wide, she felt her jaw pop. As she shuffled across the floor towards the bathroom, she hitched up the back of the stallion's button up shirt she wore to bed in order to scratch at the itch on her naked rear, continuing her scratch to the front, going over the beribboned scroll which was her cutie mark on her hip.
When she reached the bathroom, she leaned over the counter to get a good look at her face. She poked at the slight bags under her eyes, and glared at the tiny crows feet that could just barely be made out. Well, I suppose I had a pretty good run before they showed up, she thought to herself. She stepped back and took off the shirt which hung to just below her pudendum, exposing her body to the mirror and turned this way and that. She ran her hands up and down her smooth belly. Hmm... getting a bit of flab there. What happened to those abs I used to be so proud of? Yeah, you weren't going to wash your laundry on them, but I used to be in better shape than this. Mare sighed, then ran her hands up and cupped her generous breasts. The mayor hefted them up, noting with satisfaction that there was still no extra sag to them that hadn't been present since they stopped growing in her early twenties. At least these haven't betrayed me, yet. She rolled her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, relishing the shiver of pleasure that raced through her. She ran her hands down her sides again, this time roaming around to roughly grab at her butt cheeks, which brought a smile to her lips for the first time that day. Still firm and fully packed. Maybe today's the day? She gave a wry snort and looked away from the mirror, her hands dropping away, and her shoulders slumping.
Before she could get herself any more down than she already was, she turned on the shower with a SQUEAK and left her hand under the running water. The cold woke her more fully, then the water turned warm enough for her to step into the stall. Her morning ablutions were quick and perfunctory. Little care was taken beyond making sure she washed away the smells accumulated the previous day, and making sure her mane and tail were presentable. She examined them as she dried herself, making sure no sign of her natural pink was beginning to show. Likewise, her breakfast of two slices of toast and a cup of coffee was merely groundwork to help her face the day... and her ponies. She sat naked at her kitchen table, mindlessly consuming the meager meal and went over her projected schedule in her head.
“Projected” was the only way to really describe her schedule. Ever since a certain unicorn-turned-alicorn came down from Canterlot to stay, the number of times that schedule had been turned on its head greatly increased. She didn't blame the filly; not really. More often than not, it was the result of things beyond her control, and the times it was her fault, she was truly sorry and did her best to correct her mistakes. Besides, she was just so Light blessed cute, that the mayor couldn't help but indulge the little minx.
Breakfast finished, she rose to get dressed, but was stopped as a sudden twinge in her knee almost made her collapse back in the chair. She gasped and clutched the offended knee. “Alright, Father Time. I get it. Forty-seven is not the new twenty. Everypony already knows you're in charge. Now, may I please get up?” She gingerly rose to her hooves, feeling her knee CLICK and the pain left as suddenly as it came. She limped over to her bedroom, and was walking normally by the time she reached her closet. Donning her usual blazer over a white blouse and matching skirt that she jokingly referred to as her armor, the mare tied on her cravat and gave herself a final once over in the floor length mirror, and nodded in approval. The final piece of her armor, her smile, worked its way onto her face, and she left out the front door to face another day as Ponyville's mayor.
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Out in public, it was like she was a whole other pony. Mare's public face had been perfected over the course of more than two and a half decades of civil service, and she was well acquainted with how to work a crowd. She gave a small wave to Davenport as she passed, and almost like clockwork, met her personal assistant, Ink Well, who fell into step just behind and to the right of her. “Good morning, Ink.”
“Good morning, Mayor,” the off white earth pony replied. “Your first appointment is with Princess Twilight at eight, but I've left a little wriggle room just in case she comes in early.”
“Like she always does?” Mare asked, without looking back. She still had some of her constituency who just had to greet her as she walked past, after all.
Ink Well smirked without any malice. “Well, I didn't want to be the one to say it. She's bringing along several plans for a new public library, but I already have three designs drawn up by different architect firms, one from Manehattan, just to keep the locals under budget, to counter her expected extravagance.” She handed over three rolls of blueprints to the mayor, who gave each a cursory examination while continuing their walk to the town hall.
“Hmm... This first is still way over our budget allowance for a building that is practically a princess' vanity project. If it weren't for Miss Cheerilee, the old one wouldn't have gotten used at all, except by the retirement home as a spare bingo hall.” She handed it back to Ink Well, who rolled it up, then looked over the second proposal. “Much better. More modest in size, but still a modern design that might attract some attention from the architect buffs. Is it- Ah, yes. I see the Manehattan Architect Firm logo on the bottom. Acceptable.” She again, handed it off to her assistant and looked at the final plan. “Not bad... A bit plain and traditional so it would go over well with the more conservative ponies on the council, but I doubt it would attract any more customers than the old library. If the Princess doesn't have anything better to offer, we'll go with the Manehattan firm's proposal.”
Ink Well nodded as she rolled up the plans together in the same order. “That was my thinking as well. It will be nice to see what she comes up with after that shock you gave her when you told her the town's budget for the new library.”
Mare chuckled and shook her head. “I don't think I'll ever forget the look on her face.” They finally reached their destination, thankfully with no princess waiting for them. Mare unlocked the door, and her mood became more somber and a bit nervous as she said, “Did you... did you give any more thought to my own proposal?”
Ink Well froze, then slowly turned to look at the mayor. “Um, I did, and uh, if it's all the same to you-”
Mare held up a hand, stopping her mid-sentence. “Say no more. You body language says it all. Think no more of it. Just an idle fancy, really. Your job and virtue are perfectly safe around me. If however, you change your mind...”
The assistant actually bowed to her. “Thank you, Your Honor. This job means a lot to me, and I'm not really ready for...”
Smiling fondly, Mare waved off her concern. “I understand. I was a lot like you when I got my first civil service position. Just... don't wait too long to find your special somepony. You may find that your opportunity has slipped by without you even noticing.”
Ink Well worried at her bottom lip as she sadly watched the older mare go up the stairs to her office, back ramrod straight.
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With a sigh of relief, Mayor Mare set the last of the completed paperwork into her “OUT” basket and leaned back in her chair. There was a knock at the door before it opened, and Ink Well poked her head in.
“Mayor, I was about to go get lunch. Do you have any preferences, today?”
Mare tapped quill against her lip in thought as she considered her options. “Not really in the mood for apples today... Feel like stopping at that salad bar?”
A slight moue of disappointment flashed across Ink Well's face so fast, that Mare wasn't sure she even saw it. “Well, I have been wanting to try their new house salad- the one with strawberries in it,” she replied as she stepped into the office.
Mare nodded. “It does sound delish-” A knock at the door frame interrupted her decision, and she had to hold back a sigh of annoyance as a royal guard peeked around the open doorway.
“Madam Mayor? Message from Princess Celestia.” The guard walked in, and handed her a scroll rolled up with a red ribbon and sealed with a glob of golden wax, then stood at attention.
Mare knew from past experience that he was not about to leave without her reply to whatever was on the scroll, so she looked to Ink Well. “Better go ahead without me. On your way back, could you get me one of those salads? Here's the bits for it.” She handed a small bag to her assistant and waved her away.
Ink Well nodded silently and walked out, leaving the Mayor with the guard. Mare broke the seal with a thumbnail and unrolled the parchment. She silently read , her eyes going from slightly annoyed to wide, then resigned. “So, a birthday party for the newest princess, huh? I suppose we have that in the party budget. Looks like she wants something fairly simple, but with enough food for the whole town. I just hope she's not sick of apples.”
She pulled out a sheet of parchment and began writing out her reply. After a few lines, she got stuck on the desired verbiage and leaned back in her chair again. Her eyes fell on the rather handsome guard, and noted the hard muscles that showed around his light pegasus armor, as well as the large, powerful wings which he kept tucked in so as to not become a problem in the relatively small room. He bore several scars, mostly on his large arms, but if anything, they enhanced his tough, attractive aura. I bet those arms could easily hold me off the ground long enough to plow this furrow. Unbeknownst to her, the Mayor's eyes drooped to a half-lidded state as she examined the stallion. Her dexterous lips played with the end of the quill's feather absentmindedly. In her mind, she could picture the stallion picking her up and pushing her against the wall as his long, hard cock-
“Ahem.”
The guard cleared his throat, breaking the mare from her daydream. A blush formed on both ponies, and the guard shuffled minutely while the mayor returned to writing her letter. She wrapped it up quickly and rolled the scroll, heedless of the still drying ink. She held it out to him, but didn't let go when he grabbed the other end. “You don't happen to have any time to help an old mare out, do you?” She looked up at him as she said this in a husky voice, and batted her eyelashes at him.
The stallion's face took on a desperate look as his eyes cast about for an escape. “Er, I'm afraid not, Your Honor. The Princess-”
Mare stood up and leaned over her desk, thrusting her large breasts between her arms to emphasize them. With a pout, she asked, “Are you sure you have to leave so soon? I'll make it worth your while.” Her tongue poked out just enough to wet her lips seductively.
Sweat started beading up on the stallion's forehead as his eyes took in those weighty breasts. “Um, yes. Besides, my fillyfriend is waiting to take me to lunch and, I don't want to disappoint her.”
“Are you sure?” Mare asked. She reached out with one hand to run a finger along the bottom edge of the cuirass, where it met the tasset, getting close to his unprotected groin. “We could make it a... group lunch.”
He nodded, almost dislodging his helmet. “Quite sure. She doesn't like to share her... uh, food.”
“Shame,” Mare said as she released the scroll. As the relieved stallion turned to leave, she added, “Perhaps you should ask your fillyfriend. She may actually want to try something different for lunch. Just some... food for thought.”
She turned to the window so she could watch him fly off back to Canterlot. As she had suspected, his wings were indeed quite a sight to see as they propelled him into the air with more than a little unseemly haste. She growled in frustration as he grew too distant to make out, and threw herself into her chair. She pulled her black panties to the side and furiously rubbed her button and roughly thrust two fingers into her moist box, trying desperately to get off.
Several small orgasms later, she was spent, but no less horny. Hot tears of frustration and sadness trailed down her cheeks, smearing her light make up. She didn't even bother to lick her fingers clean like she usually did, but instead, laid her head down on her arms on top of her desk. Within seconds, she was asleep, dreaming about an androgynous knight in shining armor, whose rough and ready form made her feel like a princess.
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Mare shuffled a small sheaf of papers until they were neatly stacked and placed them into a file folder. She rose and filed them in a cabinet next to the door, then walked into the outer office where Ink Well worked. “Time to knock off for the day, Ink. You don't get paid more for overtime, you know.”
The off-white mare looked up at her boss. “I know. Just finishing up those requests for the treasurer for the party.”
Mare waved the matter off as unimportant. “Just finish it tomorrow. The treasurer has already gone home, so you'd have to give her the forms then, and she doesn't come in before noon, anyway. A perk of being on the town council... and eighty-three.”
Ink Well nodded, then put the papers in her desk, locking the drawers.
Mare continued her trip out the door. “Be sure to lock up, will you?” She didn't turn back as she left, so she missed the sad look the younger earth pony gave her. The Mayor stepped out into the early evening air and breathed deeply. I suppose I could reheat that leftover eggplant Parmesan in the fridge, tonight. She nodded to a few ponies on their own way home, and her eye was caught by a familiar flashing neon sign.
The Vineyard.
She bit her lower lip as she stared at the sign, debating whether or not to go in. Just a drink or two couldn't hurt. And it's not like I have anyone waiting for me back home... Nah. Shaking her head, she walked past the bar, and had almost gone past three buildings before turning back and walking in.
As usual, Berry Punch was washing a glass mug at the bar, and happily greeted her as she came in. “Evening, Mayor! The usual?”
Mare nodded as she took a seat at the bar next to a wood column. She put her purse on the bar and placed six bits on it.
Berry slid the coins off the edge and into her apron pocket before placing two foaming pints of amber liquid in front of her sole customer. One look at her face was enough to tell her that this was going to be one of those nights. “Bad day?”
Rather than answer right away, Mare drained half a mug of mead in one go, before gently setting it back down. “Day? Week? Year? Life? What's the difference?” She took another pull. “You know that new mare in my office, Ink Well?”
“Oh, tell me you didn't...”
“Oh, I did. And was shot down- rather politely, I might add.” Mare used a hand to imitate a crashing plane, complete with sound effects. “Neeeeyower Boom! Fire. Screaming, much gnashing of teeth. The works. To make matters worse, this fine specimen of a stallion came to the office today. Royal messenger. Muscles on top of muscles. Just enough scars to be fascinating without detracting from his oh, so rugged good looks. And... intensely loyal to his fillyfriend. Didn't even want to consider a threesome.” She drained the first mug and set it gently on the counter, pushing it over to Berry Punch.
Berry nodded and set the mug into a bin under the counter. “Been there, done that.”
Mare took a sip of her second mug. “That's not even really the worst of it. Seeing Ink reminded me of my misspent youth. She's so devoted to the job, so career-minded, that she thinks she's not ready for somepony special. That was the reason she gave me, you know. If I hadn't just left her at the office still working diligently against my advice, I'd think it was just an excuse she gave me.” She heaved a great sigh. “I see so much of myself in her. I hope if nothing else, that she takes me as an example of what not to do.”
She looked at herself in the mirror behind the bar and took off her glasses so she wouldn't have to see the looming depression on her face. “When did it happen, Berry? When did I get too old for the young bucks and does? There was a time that I had my pick of them, but now, I'm lucky if any of them give me a first glance, let alone a second.”
Berry rested a hand on her arm. “Do... do you want to...”
Mare patted her hand, then moved it off. “I appreciate the offer, but I can't keep running to you when I have a bad day, or I'll never... Besides, you have a foal to look after.”
They were interrupted by a group of stallions and mares barging in loudly. The mares were loud, giggly and insipid, and the stallions were louder, demanding cider, and just as insipid. Mare turned away so she wouldn't have to look at them, while Berry went to go serve them at their table. Looking in the mirror, her blurry vision could make out a couple of the mares sitting on the stallions' laps, while one sat on the table between two stallions, who each had a hand on either leg.
She averted her attention, and was so surprised to find a stallion in the seat next to hers, she almost jumped. “Oh!”
The stallion, a mountain of a earth pony calmly nodded to her and removed his engineer's cap, setting it on the bar. “Evening,” he said in a rich, baritone.
Mare blushed a little as she felt the voice rumble in her chest. She took in his brown coat and light blonde mane, noted the enormous muscles which put to shame the royal guard she had seen this morning. His blue striped overalls and red kerchief signaled to all his railroad profession. Her keen nose caught the scent of sweat, but also an undertone of cologne, the same brand her own father used, which had gone out of favor with the mares lately. Her brain took a while for to register that he had been speaking to her. “Um, evening,” she replied, licking her lips.
Berry Punch finally came back, and noticed the large stallion. Her eyes flicked over to Mare, who shook her head. With a barely perceptible nod, she asked the stallion, “What'll it be?”
He took a moment to answer as if the question were one of the toughest ever asked of him. “Do you have any mead? Sunny Clover, if you got it.”
A smile found its way onto Berry's mouth. “You're in luck. Not many ponies here have the taste for that brand. Just you and the Mayor, here.” She popped open a bottle and poured it into a glass mug. “Here you go. You behave, you hear? I got my hands full with your friends over there,” she said, nodding towards the boisterous group that had come in. “Oi! What did I say about sitting on the table?” Berry stomped over, leaving the two ponies more or less alone.
The stallion shook his head. “Sorry.”
Mare was startled and blinked a few times before asking, “For what?”
He nodded over to his friends. “They're not usually like this. We just got paid.”
Mare squirmed in her seat. Light! I swear I can feel his voice in my whole body! She looked over to the table, where Berry playfully slapped a hand away from her rump, eliciting a laugh from everyone there. “So long as we don't need to call the constables, it's fine.” She eyed him as he sipped on his mead. “Didn't want to sit with them?”
“Prefer the quiet here. Prettier company, too.”
Her first instinct to blush was tempered by suspicion. “Say that to all the fillies, do you?”
“Nope.”
Mare's thighs rubbed together, and an imperceptible whimper squeaked through her throat. She held out her hand. “Mayor Mare,” she said.
The stallion engulfed it with his own meaty hook, shaking it with obvious care. “Caboose,” he replied.
Mare's sense of touch centered on that contact. She could feel the iron bands of muscles under the calloused skin, sending her heart to fluttering. They stared into each others' eyes, noting that they shared the same color there, too. It was almost a full minute before she said, “Um... my hand?”
Caboose actually blushed and released her. “Sorry. Pretty fillies make me go a bit... loopy.”
Mare put her glasses back on and arched an eyebrow at him. “You don't have to say that, you know.”
He tilted his head at her questioningly. “But you are. Pretty, that is.”
Mare smiled sadly and took a sip of her drink. “Mister Caboose, how old are you?” she asked almost casually.
“Twenty-two.”
She almost choked on her mead. “M- Caboose, I'm old enough to be your mother.”
He rested a massive hand on hers and looked deeply into her grass green eyes. “A beautiful mare is still a beautiful mare, no matter her age.”
Mare's heart was thudding so hard in her chest, that she wondered if he could hear it. She put her hand on top of his, sandwiching it between hers. Her thumb gently rubbed back and forth across it, following the contours of the rough terrain. Her eyes shimmered a bit as she said, “Do... do you mean it, Caboose?”
A tremulous smile finally made its way to the stallion's face. “I never lie about a beautiful mare.”
A loud explosion of laughter from the table, where Berry Punch had just downed an entire pint of beer faster than all the stallions there, shattered their tiny, peaceful world. Mare looked over to them. She caught her friend's eye and nodded, receiving a wink in return. She turned back to Caboose, and said, “It's getting a bit noisy in here. Would you like to go somewhere quieter? Perhaps have a home cooked meal?”
Caboose's smile grew stronger. “I'd like that.”
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Mare was surprised at the restraint shown by Caboose on the way to her house. A part of her wondered if he was having second thoughts, or if the change of lighting had shown him a side of her the dim ambiance of Berry's bar had hidden. However, his great hand holding hers was a reassuring presence. They stepped into her home, and she led him over to her sofa. She gently pushed him onto it and smiled. “Give me a few moments, and dinner will be ready.” She then sashayed into the kitchen, swinging her hips seductively. She knew he was watching, because she saw his reflection in the glass of a picture frame.
In the privacy of the kitchen, a grin appeared on her face. She started humming as she pulled out the leftover eggplant parmesan, and put it in the oven to warm up. Knowing that wouldn't be enough for the both of them, she tossed together a quick salad and topped it with a vinaigrette dressing and set the small table for them. The mare then pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and popped them open as she walked back to the living room with her waiting guest.
In a rather daring move, she sat on his lap and handed him one of the bottles before putting that arm around his broad shoulders. “I'm just warming up some leftovers, I hope that's okay with you.”
Caboose breathed deeply, causing a shiver down Mare's back from the sight. “It smells great. Haven't had a good eggplant since I left home three years ago.”
Mare's hand toyed with his mane. “Well, it's pretty good eggplant, if I do say so myself. So... how long are you in town?”
He looked a little sad, but perked up when he saw the fondness in her face. “Just tonight, but I'll be back again soon.”
“I take it you work for the railroad,” Mare said.
He nodded and slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her closer. “Just been assigned the Ponyville-Appleoosa run, so I'll be back three times a week. I don't suppose you would know of a good hostel, do you?”
Mare idly ran a finger across his chest and smiled. “Oh, I think we can do a lot better than a stinky, old hostel for you.” She leaned in close, hesitating just inches from his face. Luckily for her, he took the hint and met her the rest of the way and met her lips with his own. Mare seemed to melt against him, totally forgetting about her beer, letting it drop to the floor with a dull THUNK. She shifted around so that she was straddling his lap and deepened the kiss.
Caboose stuffed his bottle between the seat cushions to free both of his hands, which roamed across the lithe body rubbing up against him. His hands roamed down to her rear, one squeezing a cheek, while the other roughly grabbed her tail by the dock and gave it a couple of swift yanks that had the mare groaning in delight.
Mare broke the kiss to stare into his green eyes. “Buck the food. Everything I need is right here.”
Caboose grunted his agreement and rose from the couch, Mare still clinging to him like a limpet. As he brought her to the wall, her legs crossed behind him, locking her in place. He slammed her back against the wall, rattling the pictures hanging from it, but neither paid them any mind. Their lips found one another once more, and tongues intertwined in a duel for dominance.
Mare's hands ran across his broad back, taking delight in the interplay of his muscles as he thrust his still clothed hips against hers. Caboose's hands were still busy with her derrière and tail, not wanting to relinquish their hold of the precious property they had claimed. Though disinclined to do so, the hand grabbing her tail did let go in order to work down the zipper on the side of her skirt. Sadly, their positions would only allow the zipper so much leeway, and none at all for the skirt itself.
Mare gently pushed back her lover's shoulders and smirked. “I think we're going to have to separate- at least long enough to get out of these restrictive clothes.” She sniffed the familiar scent of burning food, and added, “And turn off the oven. Don't want the house burning down, now do we?”
With great reluctance, he set her down on her hooves, but never removed his hands from her person. Standing like this, the top of her head barely reached his chin, leaving her to gaze up at him longingly. Suddenly hesitant to part, Mare said, “I... I better go turn it off before it turns to charcoal...” Without taking her eyes off of his, she nodded towards the hallway. “Why don't you go on to the bedroom and make yourself at home. I'll join you shortly. It's the last door on the right”
Caboose nodded and trundled off down the hall, taking off his overalls as he went. Mare watched him until he turned to enter the bedroom, and shivered. She let out a shivering breath and hurried into the kitchen and turned off the oven. She pulled out the casserole, and was pleased to see that the food was only slightly overdone, and was still salvageable. grabbing a potholder, she put the dish on top of the stove before running off to the bedroom.
Just before reaching the door, she stopped to compose herself and walked around the corner, only to stop and gasp. Caboose had indeed made himself at home. His clothes were all neatly draped over the pouffe where she sat to do her makeup. As for the stallion himself, he was stretched out on her bed, naked as the day he was born. His hands were behind his head, displaying the impressive musculature that working for the railroad had granted him, as well as the occasional scar marring the perfect surface. But what really caused her to gasp was the tool laying stretched out in the valley between his legs. While it wasn't the largest she had ever seen, it was much larger than any she had seen in person. Even soft, it went halfway down his thigh, and was almost as thick as her wrist. Mare unconsciously licked her lips at the sight of that rod, eager to get her hands on it.
She had to repress the urge to jump on it and impale herself right away, and instead strutted to the hoof of the bed and stretched with her arms above her head. She let out a moan of pleasure as she brought her arms down to run her hands along her sides, allowing her fingers to catch on the waist of her skirt. Ever so slowly, the skirt was dragged down with the mare bending over at the wait to conceal her panties, which at this point, wouldn't have needed any elastic to stay on her body. The skirt pooled at her hooves, and she stepped out of it, flicking it off to the side with a hoof.
The blazer was next, its two buttons quickly parting with their respective holes. Mare turned to present her back and looked over her shoulder at the captivated stallion who could not tear his eyes from her. With a shrug, the blazer exposed one shoulder, then more of her back and arm as it slowly made its way down until the arm was free and fully outstretched. That same arm came back in to her body and grabbed the hem of the opposite sleeve, and with agonizing languidness, pulled the jacket free of her entirely, only to throw it at the stallion's face.
Caboose breathed in the scent of the coat before dragging it off his face to be greeted by the sight of Mare wearing nothing but her blouse and undergarments, her hands on her hips as she struck a seductive pose. Instantly, his cock responded, coming almost to half-mast, impressing the mare.
Mare crawled onto the bed from the hoof, running a hand up first one leg, then the other as she went. She nosed the cock, letting its scent drown out all others in her mind. She couldn't help herself. Her tongue slipped out, stroked along its length until she reached the head, where she lapped up a drop of precum. The flavor lingered on her tongue for but a moment, urging her to dive back in. This time, Mare zeroed in on the balls hanging loosely in the sack below. With a power that surprised Caboose, she sucked one of the balls into her mouth and swished it around before letting it drop with a wet PLOP to the bed.
She rose up to meet his still surprised face with a smirk. Still not touching his dick with her hands, she crawled forward until when she sat down, his organ was nestled against the cleft of her cunny, separated only by the thin material of her black, lace panties. Mare planted her hands on his abdomen, lightly stroking his muscles there as she rocked back and forth along his growing length. She took particular delight every time she ran over his medial ring which sent a wave of pleasure throughout her body.
Caboose finally found his own pace, and rocked along with her. His hands reached up and with a skill that surprised Mare, removed her cravat and tossed it to the ground with a carelessness that inflamed her passion. She often saw that cravat as a badge of office, and to see someone dismiss it in favor of her body, was just oh, so arousing. His surprisingly nimble fingers went to work on her blouse, and it wasn't long at all until he had undone the last button, allowing the garment to hang open. Done with that task, they went to worn on her lush breasts, massaging roughly through the lace bra.
Mare groaned in pleasure and placed her hands on top of his, pushing them down harder and guiding them in the pattern she liked when she did it to herself. “C- Caboose... I... I need it. I need it in me...”
The stallion needed no further prompting, and deftly unhooked the shoulder straps, removing the bra while leaving her blouse on, before moving on down to her panties. He grasped the left side with both hands and in one swift motion, ripped the side, then repeated the action on the other side. Though they were one of Mare's favorite pairs of panties, she heartily agreed with the action, and lifted her hips up to allow the now, fully erect penis to rise to the occasion. She was surprised to find that she had to almost rise to standing in order to allow the cock to be positioned under her dripping pussy. She wasn't surprised to find that she took almost the entirety of the massive length in a single stroke when she sat down on it. That was soon remedied with a few bounces. Within seconds, she was riding with his entire length enclosed within her hot slot.
To the surprise of them both, they came simultaneously, and much more quickly than either had anticipated. As they came down from their high, Mare was surprised to feel that Caboose had yet to go soft, and was still ready to go. She blushed at the implicit compliment and straightened her glasses that had somehow stayed on during all of this. “My, my... You wouldn't believe how hard it is to find stallions who are into older mares,” she said as she began rocking on the hard pole again.
Caboose pulled her down until they were nose to nose and rolled her over onto her back. “I think there'd be more stallions into older mares if they all looked as good as you,” he replied. He didn't give her a chance to reply, and began pounding her hard. As if by automatic, her legs came up and wrapped around his waist, giving him deeper access. Words became impossible after that, being replaced with grunts and moans of ecstasy. After almost a minute of this, the position wasn't enough, and Caboose reached back for her legs and pushed them forward until they were sandwiched between her breasts and his broad shoulders. Her hooves hit the headboard with a CLOP at every thrust that both of them would have found humorous had their minds not been otherwise occupied.
Once more, his cum splashed against her vaginal walls, sparking off her own orgasm, but he still wasn't finished. Holding on to her right leg, Caboose let her other flop back to the bed as if spring-loaded, and turned her onto her side. This position didn't last long, as he couldn't get as deep without putting her leg in a quite painful location, so her rolled her fully onto her stomach, and finished off pounding her into a stupor from behind. When he finally orgasmed for the third and final time, Mare had already lost count of her own, and wore a silly, blissed out expression that was partially hidden by the pillow. Oh, how sore she would be come morning, but Light, was it worth it. As she lost consciousness, she felt the gentle weight of her lover settling down on top of her while working an arm under and around her waist. It had been a long time since she had went to sleep this happy.
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Mare opened her eyes to see the alarm clock on the nightstand from across the wide expanse of her lonely bed. The sheets and blankets were still in disarray from her night of passion, and the odor of sex lingered in the air. The faint scent of Caboose hung in the air as well, but his absence brought a tear to the mayor's eyes. I know I should be happy for what we shared, but I just can't help wanting just one more moment with him.
She was startled by the sound of her bathroom door opening, and Caboose walking out naked, drying his mane with a towel. “I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your shower, but I have to be going soon,” he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed still looking at her. He smiled and added, “I hope this won't be a one time thing. I'll be back in a couple of days, and I'd like to make more of this than just a one night stand with a stunningly beautiful mare.”
The tears came on stronger as Mare sat up, put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. When they finally parted, she breathed out, “I'd like that. I'd like it a lot.”
Author's Note
Sssooo... Yeah, kinda got inspired by that picture, and just had to write this. Sorry if it gets a bit mopey, but that's just what my muse wanted to write this time around.
