Down-Ballot

“And that is why I’m happy to have your support for the final push, Ponyville!”

Spoiled Rich’s heart thrummed. Her husband always had a way of coming alive during competitions. The luster in his mane would shine, his eyes would sparkle, his can-do attitude that’d first caught her fancy metamorphosing into raw charisma. As he wrapped up his final vote-pushing speech for the position of Ponyville Mayor, who Spoiled’s heart went out to was obvious.

Her forehooves, however, moved to the direction of a different mare - the current mayor next to her, in fact. And just as the crowd in the packed Town Hall cheered over Filthy Rich’s words at this breakfast, one of Mayor Mare’s hooves drove into her backdoor at the same furious pace.

The limb was deep enough that she could finally hit Spoiled’s prostate, and her blitzing nerves threatened to give her away. Spoiled’s mouth opened in a tilt most of the ponies a stage away from her would think was a sigh.

The thickness of the tablecloth she was seated behind kept their tawdriness from being seen by the crowd. So did Filthy's position on the podium far from her table. And her previous history of turning up her nose at the gathered crowd kept them too dismayed to look further down, and see Mayor Mare roughly serving her the real reason for it turning up; to hide the tears of bliss leaking down her face.

Thank Celestia she’d gone without mascara in favor of the spa. Though that might mean it’d be Aloe who’d have a fit instead of Rarity.

“You may not know this, folks, but I’ve been a competitive juggernaut; from my very first race for superintendent of the Ponyville Trade Commission!”

Spoiled took the last hunk of sunflower cake and jammed it into her maw at Filthy’s next line. Fluffy bread and chocolate cream melted around her muzzle fast enough to mask her moans as Mayor Mare plunged harder against that bundle of nerves. Leave it to Sugarcube Corner to make something both nutritious and noise-canceling.

Oh, how easy it was for her to be so subtle! It wasn’t like Mayor Mare had ever sweat like it was a Sisterhooves Social every time she saw her. She had power, power gained from her own hooves and her town’s seemingly-endless approval. Spoiled couldn’t let her know that she envied her. No one but Filthy could know why she’d really been called Spoiled Milk in a past life.

They had to move fast. Filthy Rich’s speeches always ended quickly; he never wasted time or bits. Mayor Mare’s forehoof drove into her ass with short bursts, the other busy waving to the crowd. She lifted a chunk of hay burger to her flaxen maw, biting in a way that would please the crowd but which Spoiled knew would also force the mushrooms in it into her cheek until they could be deposited in the napkin later. She had a figure to maintain, after all. Mushrooms Fluttershy harvested were rich in taste and calories.

“Umph!” The shock going through Spoiled turned to a heady buzz as the Mayor’s pointed hoof hit her nerve-clusters again. And through it all, neither of their eyes left the crowd, soaking them in just like the seat below Spoiled’s ravaged rump soaked through.

Spoiled’s thoughts turned to what she could collect while like this - like both of the ponies in her life. One was a financial titan, one a political titan - and the latter was further involved in her life than she’d thought possible. But Filthy had been so considerate - so open about how he cared for her and of her.

Yet here she was, getting rimmed by his political opponent in the middle of a breakfast rally. And it thrilled her, doing something so naughty within feet of a pony who’d been so understanding of her. Though that could apply to them both.

Had she changed? Even with Filthy, had this insatiable libido of hers actually been-

“In fact, of the two hundred ballot battles I’ve had since, I’ve only been beaten once!”

The actual answer was ‘To Mayor Mare herself, in the previous elections.’ “By the ugly stick?” was the one Scootaloo gave at the head of the crowd, before her hooves slapped shut over her maw. Sweetie Belle thrust an elbow into the side of her fellow Crusader, seconds too late. Apple Bloom would have followed suit, but was too busy trying to stifle a laugh and blame it on seeds caught in her throat when Applejack raised an eyebrow at her.

Food for thought, Spoiled whispered before intelligible thought was snatched from her again by another lewd flick of Mayor Mare’s forehoof. Apologies followed from the other Crusaders for the snipe at her husband, ones Filthy Rich heartily accepted.

Normally, such disparagement would have gotten Spoiled down that aisle to wring a louder apology from the mischievous Scootaloo. But she’d resolved to everypony that she’d be more... approachable, since the chaos of the last race. Besides, Spoiled would have her time to wrench out pleas from the Mayor soon, anyway. “Harder…” she dared the Mayor, hips flicking back to meet Mayor Mare’s illicit thrusts.

They risked being found out if Spoiled’s hips kept bucking against her this hard. But she didn’t care. Her loins swirled around that feeling of fullness Mayor Mare slammed into her with each thrust. That swelling river at her loins was about to burst its banks. And at that moment, she remembered why she did this. It was her way of looking out for those too complacent to look out for themselves; and those who did so much to look out for her.

Spoiled knew Filthy had married her for love; but why would he keep her? Her doubts had plagued her all throughout the marriage; how she looked, whether Diamond would succeed in school, whether she’d want to succeed her. Another chunk of hay fries was chewed up by Spoiled, and both her lips crushed around the amazing sensation.

And Mayor Mare. Since the time they’d started this arrangement… she’d grown more and more daring as their romps went on, so much so that Spoiled wondered if the amber mare wouldn't bust out an explorer's cap and wings soon. She wondered what drove her - besides the promise of maintaining their Zap Apple Jam monopoly.

Why the Mayor so repeatedly obliged the Rich family still escaped Spoiled. She had the large house all to herself, the town eating out of her hoof, the wife of her only competition romping with her in the middle of their campaigns. Most ponies with her status stopped caring to make these gestures earlier; what made Mayor Mare such a different breed?

Certainly her forehooves had become more adventurous in public. The one formerly occupied with stuffing her face full of fries to clutch at her nutsack. Two churning tests stiffened and swelled at the Mayor's touch, and Spoiled reached for her plate, needing to stuff her face before her climax came.

She was barely fast enough.

“Fuck yeeeess~!” Spoiled hissed around a bubbling mix of zap-apple syrup and soggy pancakes as she came. Her forkful of food was an electrifying cap-off to her orgasm, thighs clenching shut as her sticky release splattered under the table's edge. Spoiled quickly gave thanks to Celestia for making the day so humid as to cover the musk pouring from her thighs much like her cum, her endlessly flowing cum, did.

That she could with her mind twitching in pleasure was a testament to how often they’d gotten each other off like this. But it was a mutually beneficial partnership; like Filthy had always suggested she pursue.

“And with your help, Ponyville, you’ll all know how well you can thrive with the guiding hoof of a natural-born winner behind you!” Filthy’s speech finished to a crescendo of cheers from the crowd.

And yet, there was that sinfully coy Mayor, looking like she hadn’t just heard her primary opponent close out to a rousing crowd. She flicked her hoof free of Spoiled pleasurably abused plothole and caught a dollop of her cum. Slipping it into her maw, she pondered over the taste. “Hmm. Looks like a real box-stuffer this year, Miss Rich.” And she left without another word.

Spoiled knew the Mayor would go through with the rest of this. Could she?

The Crusaders were next to arrive at her table, and Spoiled pulled in her seat further. The batch of cum cooling on her thighs would not do for anypony else to see, let alone fillies. Apple Bloom was the first to speak to her as she hunched over the table. “Scoots is real sorry, Miss Rich. We remembered how rough everythin' got the first go ‘round this election cycle. But... you've both been keepin’ it fair-like today. We can... get over this lil’ mishap, right?”

“C-certainly. Now r-run along.”

Even Apple Bloom seemed shocked at the response, and she’d tried to evoke it! Sweetie Belle, after a second of her jaw gaping, pulled a pocketful of bits from her saddlebags and slapped it into Scootaloo’s outstretched hoof. Whispering out another apology, Scootaloo rushed back to her seat, blushing furiously.

Crisis averted, Spoiled contemplated why they’d gone out of their way to personally apologize to her. Surely the mischievous fillies hadn’t suddenly turned a year’s worth of snideness to her and her family overnight. Had they mistaken her low, unheard moan of orgasm as some restrained show of her anger (she had gritted her teeth quite hard) and come to defuse it? Had Apple Bloom worried about retaliation against the Apple Family farm and thrown herself at her mercy?

Nevertheless, that barb against her husband was repaid, and so were they. Nothing more to con- whoa were her hooves shaky as she tried to rise from the table. She could focus on other matters.

Like the last flick of Mayor Mare’s flagging tail as it disappeared behind the curtain. Most of the ponies in front were dispersing, too. The snack bar was outside of the Hall and this place was just outside of the Town market.

Greenlighting Filthy to continue wooing the crowd outside, Spoiled gave him a quick kiss for luck. Her seat cushion was soon soaked again with delight at the light in his eyes. Then she looked down to her half-finished plate.... then past her barrel at the unconcealed sheath within.

It was her secret shame and serenade all in one.

No. Shame was for the past. Now it was her turn to re-secure her family’s future. Besides, Mayor Mare’s speech would come after the intermission. She had time to reclaim a lot of ground in this battlefield race today.

Spoiled pulled back the curtain in the opposite direction Filthy was heading - and deeper into the divided Town Hall.