From Within

The Mayor was not pleased.

Ponyville was normally a very simple town to look over. Not a huge amount of citizens, not very many bureaucratic problems, and the only headaches Mayor Mare tended to experience were the semi-common magical disasters. Even with all the monsters, gods, demons, and maniacal sorcerers that seemed to gravitate towards the small town for whatever reason, Mayor Mare didn’t worry, because her town was home to the Spirits of Harmony, and things typically worked out just fine.

Yet, somehow, things had slowly and silently begun to go off the rails. Everything seemed to be moving more slowly than usual, and required a lot more oversight from the mare in charge. Paperwork wasn't coming in on time, which meant she had to spend more of her time waiting around instead of making things run smoothly. And just today, the Mayor had to fire her help after catching her new bulky intern and a secretary going at it in the storage closet. It was a shame, as far as she was concerned. The intern was just talking about how excited he was to celebrate his anniversary with his boyfriend, and here he is having a workplace affair (with a mare, no less) just a week later.

"Pah. Men…" snorted the Mayor as she recalled the incident. Even as she derided the opposite sex, she begrudgingly found herself craving one’s touch; Her estrus had snuck up on her seemingly overnight, at the worst possible time. "Pigs, all of them… Kid made good coffee, though…"

In fact, that good coffee was the only thing keeping Mayor Mare from going off the deep end entirely. It was somehow both energizing and soothing, filling the Mayor with vigor and also keeping her from being too jittery. It tasted excellent, as well, a perfect blend of nutty and fruity notes, and was supremely smooth. She only hoped there would be some of that fantastic coffee leftover. It was likely that she’d need it, because the Mayor foresaw this trip to the post office being very tiring, indeed.

Mayor Mare frowned as she approached the post office, which should have been as bustling as ever. Yet, for some reason, the place seemed deserted, without even staff coming in and out to handle deliveries. That would certainly explain the Mayor’s current predicament: A letter was meant to arrive from Canterlot several days ago, permission to continue on with her proposed increase on the vendor’s license tax, and yet, it never arrived at her office. The only explanation the Mayor had was some sort of hold up with the post, and the secretary she sent to look into it was the one getting railed by her intern. As such, the Mayor had no choice but to investigate for herself.

“This damn mail mare…” grumbled the Mayor as she approached the post office. She grabbed the door and pulled, encountering the resistance of a lock. Her lips curled down, but the Mayor tried again, with equally disappointing results. “Oh, for Celestia’s sake… Can’t just one thing go right for me this week?” The Mayor firmly rapped her hoof against the glass door of the post office before growing frustrated and rattled the door handle yet again. “Where is that idiotic postmare? I swear, the moment I can find a replacement…”

“Lookin’ for somepony?”

The Mayor nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden voice from behind her, a series of angry, startled swears just barely contained behind a thin veil of professional decorum. Once the Mayor had stilled her beating heart, she turned to meet the “idiotic postmare” that she had just a second ago complained about. Derpy tilted her head and smiled, apparently unbothered by the Mayor’s somewhat incendiary comments, if she heard them at all.

“Ms. Hooves, just the mare I was looking for.” The Mayor frowned at the apparent nonchalance that Derpy was treating the situation with. She really shouldn’t have been so bright and bubbly, considering the situation. “Respectfully, ma’am, I’d like to know just why you think it’s acceptable to leave our town’s only post office unattended during operating hours?”

“Oh, well, ya see, there was an incident yesterday in the mailroom earlier, so I had to clear the place out and talk to some folks about it.” Derpy wiped her brow, shaking her head in disbelief. “Wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it myself! I’m only just getting back, and let me tell ya, Mayor, it’s been a day so far!”

“What could have been so disrupting that you needed to close the entire post office?”

“Er… I had three visitors sneak into the mailroom with some of my post mares to, eh… Handle some business, if you know what I mean.” Derpy chuckled, shaking her head yet again. “Looks like estrus week is comin’ early this year for some folks. Anyway, how’s about you, Mayor?”

“Excuse me?!” scoffed the Mayor, blooming bright red. “My heat cycle is none of your business!”

“Eh… I meant your day… You’re normally too busy to come get your own mail, so I thought maybe something was goin’ on?”

“Oh. Yes, of course.” Mayor Mare cleared her throat, then did what any decent politician would do when faced with an embarrassing, uncomfortable situation; She ignored it completely. “I’ve been expecting a very important letter from Canterlot days ago and I still haven’t received it.”

“Yeah, that’s been a problem lately. Our mail wasn’t being organized properly!” said Derpy. “Guess those post mares must’ve been ‘getting to know’ visitors for a while now, cause they sure haven’t been sorting letters!” Derpy hoofed her forehead, then quickly dug through her saddlebag to retrieve the key to the front door. “I just remembered, I pulled all of your letters aside once I realized things weren’t being sorted. I should be able to find your Canterlot letter in no time!”

“Finally…” The Mayor rolled her eyes, but kept the brunt of her annoyance to herself. There was no need to be frustrated. All she needed to do was focus, get the letter, get back to her office, and start looking for a new secretary. “Right behind you, Ms. Hooves.”

“Just need to get this darn key in… These locks are always sticking, been a pain in my flank for ages now…”

Derpy was supremely focused on unlocking the door, seemingly oblivious to the Mayor’s growing impatience. Finally, after about a minute of quiet jingling and fidgeting with the lock, Derpy finally opened the post office, and led the way for a growingly irate Mayor Mare. The building was dead quiet, almost eerily so, and the somewhat haunting aura was in no way abated by the quiet creaking of the front door as Derpy gently pushed it shut.

“Your letters should be in the breakroom. I’ll get those out for you lickety-split, Ms. Mayor!” Derpy sauntered deeper into the post office, past the front desk, but paused before she disappeared through the hallway to the back of the facility. “Would you like to join me for some coffee, Ms. Mayor? My boyfriend just got some really nice imported stuff that I save for special guests.”

“Mm… You know, I could go for some coffee…” The Mayor felt her entire body jump and twitch at the offer, such jittering perhaps indicating that she should refrain from any more coffee that morning. Yet, despite knowing that she was in danger of a caffeine overload, Mayor Mare couldn’t resist the siren’s call of a hot cup of joe. “Today had a rough start, I could really use a kick in the pants to get me going.”

“Then follow me!”

The Mayor did just that, and trotted close behind Derpy towards the breakroom. With each step forward, the enticing scent of coffee grew stronger and more intoxicating, nearly clouding the Mayor’s vision with its earthy, roasty, saccharine aroma. She needed this more than she initially realized, so much so that her body seemed to be tingling with desire. Was the smell of coffee turning her on, she wondered? Or was her ill-timed estrus just especially strong just then?

“Here ya go, Ms. Mayor!”

The Mayor blinked and, all of a sudden, she found herself at a table in the breakroom, with a steamy mug of coffee placed in front of her muzzle. Strangely, the Mayor did not remember quite making it out of the hallway. She shook herself firmly, eventually deciding that she had lost focus for a bit during the walk from the front of the post office. Apparently, she needed this coffee more than she initially anticipated.

“I… Thank you.” The Mayor slowly brought the coffee to her lips, preparing for the worst. If Derpy couldn’t manage to get clearly marked envelopes where they needed to go, Mayor Mare had very low hopes on her ability to make coffee; To her surprise, the drink was perfect. Smooth, bold, with a lot of body and lacking an ounce of bitterness. A perfect cup of coffee. “Oh my… This is amazing.”

“Fresh ground beans, no cream, two sugars. Just the way you like it,” reported Derpy with a smile. She set the coffee pot on the table, nudging it towards the Mayor. “Only the best for our Mayor.”

“I appreciate… Wait a moment…” The Mayor looked over to Derpy inquisitively, but could not resist taking another sip. The coffee sent waves of warmth throughout her, leaving her tingling all over, nowhere more so than her winking, eager marehood. “How do you know how I like my coffee?”

“Musta read it in the paper somewhere.” Derpy shrugged, never once losing her cheerful grin. “I’ll be right back, Ms. Mayor. Just gotta fetch your letters.”

“Take your time.”

The Mayor sipped her coffee idly, not even looking up as Derpy departed. She could feel herself grow hotter with each sip, the smooth java sending a buzzing sensation throughout her core. It was a bizarre sensation, the tingling and yearning between her legs growing with each gulp, and yet she couldn’t stop herself from drinking more and more. By the time she had finished her cup, she could barely sit still, but not for the caffeine she consumed; She rubbed her legs together, her thighs sticky with the juices from her needy, drippy cunt.

“Damned estrus…” The Mayor glanced over her shoulder and, when she was certain she was still alone, slipped a hoof between her legs. Her body erupted into pleasured shivers from the moment her hoof brushed her lower lips, and the Mayor needed to bite her lip in order to stifle a moan. The Mayor blushed, more than a bit embarrassed by just how good that little touch felt. Unable to resist, she rubbed herself some more, her hoof gently gliding up and down her hot, wet slit, each motion bringing with it more pleasure than the last.

“Must be some coffee, huh?”

The Mayor jumped in surprise, very quickly snatching her hoof from her greedy pussy. Even still, she knew she hadn’t been quick enough; Derpy smirked as she entered the room, carrying a stack of papers on her back, which she off-loaded onto the table. Despite catching the Mayor of Ponyville jilling her sloppy cunt like some sort of needy pervert, Derpy didn’t have much to say about the situation. She simply sat down across from the Mayor and began rifling through the stack of letters in search of the proper documents.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account, Ms. Mayor,” said Derpy. She pulled a letter from the stack and used it to start a new pile. She seemed primarily focused on sorting the mail she had uncovered, barely even acknowledging that her guest had been touching herself. “I know how hard heat can be, believe you me, so I don’t blame you for needing to blow off a little steam.”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” remarked the Mayor. Even as she spoke, she felt that burning, tingling, unwavering desire in her loins, and her hoof dragged itself between her legs once again. “I just… need my blasted mail…”

“Gee, I dunno, Ms. Mayor. Seems to me like you need more than just a couple of letters." Derpy refilled the Mayor's mug and, almost before she pulled the coffee pot away, the Mayor had already begun gulping down the delicious beverage. “Ya know… My boyfriend is always out of town, for work, you see, so when he ordered that coffee for me, he also got me a little something to help me with heat. I could lend you one, if you want?”

“Excuse me? Did you just offer to let me borrow a sex toy?” Despite the way The Mayor scoffed, ostensibly in disgust, she still let her wayward hoof slide between her legs to rub her pussy. “Honestly, Ms. Hooves, if we could have just a bit of professional behavior…”

“It’s not really a toy, and I was gonna give you one, to keep. It’s really gonna help scratch that itch that’s bothering you. But, if you wanna deal with your estrus the old-fashioned way…” Derpy smirked, as if she knew something that The Mayor did not, and gently nudged the coffee forward. “Can I get you another refill, Ms. Mayor?”

“I… I shouldn’t…” murmured The Mayor. Her breathing hitched, and she rubbed her cunt faster, each flick of her wrist driving stakes of pleasure and desire throughout The Mayor’s body. She couldn’t seem to control herself, and she soon found herself openly touching herself with no attempt made to conceal her actions. “Damn it… Yes, I’ll take another coffee…”

“C’mon, Ms. Mayor, just give this thing a try,” said Derpy, as she poured The Mayor yet another coffee. The Mayor polished off the drink in a flash before slumping in her seat to masturbate with even more fervor. "I promise, you won't regret it!"

"Grr… F-fine. I'll play along," relented Mayor Mare. "What is it that we're talking about, anyway? A pill? Potion?”

“Just stand up for a second. It’s easier if I just show you,” said Derpy. The Mayor stood up, rubbing her hindlegs together in sexual frustration. “Good. Now turn around, and lean on your chair.”

Just as before, The Mayor did as she was told without much in the way of thought or hesitation; She all but presented herself to Derpy, clambering up into her chair and facing away from the mailmare. Now, with her target clear, Derpy began to mount her mare. She shuddered with pleasure as her ovipositor revealed itself, sliding from her folds, perpetually slick and oozing addictive precum from its tip. With a lick of her lips, Derpy scooted up close behind The Mayor and slid her slippery appendage up to The Mayor’s tight tailhole. She gave The Mayor a little prod and, when she returned no resistance, Derpy slowly forced herself into her mare.

The Mayor’s eye twitched, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she sat paralyzed by the overwhelming pleasure that struck her from just one stroke. After drinking so much coffee (or, more importantly, the aphrodisiac precum Derpy used to spike the pot), The Mayor was a powder keg, ready to blow at any little disturbance. Any thoughts of resistance or surprise were lost in a haze of pleasure just as soon as they materialized. The Mayor moaned without shame or restraint, and quickly began wriggling her hips back to impale herself on Derpy’s shaft.

The pleasure The Mayor felt may have been intense, but it was a drop in the bucket compared to the electric feeling that arced through Derpy. She felt like she was cumming just from sliding into The Mayor’s tight pucker, but nothing came out of her ovipositor. Were she more sound of mind, she may have noticed that the pleasure was more than just from the physical stimulation; The Mayor was a very important pony in Ponyville, and therefore an extremely valuable target. The changelings needed a pony like The Mayor, and this seemingly endless state of orgasmic bliss was a reward from the hivemind to their loyal drone for such excellent performance. A tight, wet hole was nice, but the praise of countless changelings flooding through one’s own brain was an incomparable sensation.

Derpy grabbed The Mayor by her distinguished-looking grey tail and pulled her back as she worked her hips, burying every inch of her ovipositor into The Mayor's snug ass. With each thrust, Derpy felt a new wave of mind-numbing delight rock her body, new worlds of pleasure revealing themselves to her. Just as she penetrated The Mayor, she could feel the pleasure penetrate her brain, with The Hive's praise fucking her mind just as hard as she fucked the tight piece of flank before her.

The Mayor didn’t realize it was happening until, all of a sudden, she was twitching, her cunt constricting around nothing as she came hard. Never before had Mayor Mare ever taken a stallion (or anything, for that matter) up her ass, nor did she ever expect she would enjoy such a thing. Were she able to string together a complete thought, she would attribute this orgasm to her estrus. In the end, it didn’t matter why she enjoyed it so much. All that mattered was that the pleasure kept up, that Derpy held her in place to fuck her ass to pieces.

"F-fuck…" moaned The Mayor. She didn't know how long she had been getting fucked, or where she even was anymore. All she knew for sure was that this feeling, being spread by Derpy’s slick, firm, powerful appendage, was the greatest sensation she had ever experienced, and it was unlikely to ever be topped.

Or, so she thought. Just as she was brought to the edge once again, she felt Derpy's ovipositor flare inside of her, signaling the arrival of a stream of thick, viscous green liquid. The egg swam through the stream and into The Mayor. The egg hatched as it shimmied forth, and the newborn parasite used a leap of magic to make its way to The Mayor’s brain. With flash after flash of powerful magic, the parasite rewired The Mayor’s brain, each electric charge sending another spike of orgasmic pleasure into her core. Her eyes flashed green, as did Derpy’s, and with one last shrieking, twisting, winding moan of sheer, blinding delight, The Mayor collapsed.

“Ooh, I found it!”

The Mayor blinked, her emerald eyes slowly fading back to their usual cold, powerful shade of blue. By then, she was standing again, struggling to remember where she was or why she was there. She found herself accepting a stack of papers and leaned in to inspect them. A letter from Canterlot, hoofwritten by the enemy herself; Celestia had signed off on The Mayor’s proposal to increase the tax on certain vendor licenses, specifically vendors who dealt in luxury goods.

“Hmph. Idiot,” snorted The Mayor, her brain buzzing with approval from The Hive. “She’s so trusting…”

“Is this all you need, Ms. Mayor?” asked Derpy, the green just barely faded from her eyes. The Mayor nodded. “Excellent! Well, I’ve gotta get back to work, and I’m sure you’re plenty busy, yourself. Don’t be a stranger! For the glory of The Hive.”

“For the glory of The Hive.”

The Mayor gave a polite nod in Derpy’s direction before securing the documents and heading off. Even as she made her way out of the post office, she could still feel Derpy inside her, the thick appendage drilling her to her core, and her new, one true love attach itself to her brain. The one thing that would always be there for her, that would never leave or cheat. With each memory or thought it obstructed and replaced with orders, a shockwave of joy followed. The Mayor could feel herself growing more and more excited as The Hive stole any useful memories or ideas to add to the hivemind, and it whispered to her their secrets, plans of their victory. The Mayor could hardly wait to begin her part in the downfall of Equestria, and her enthusiasm to betray her own kind was rewarded with more pleasure from the hivemind.

The Mayor couldn’t help but smile, the buzzing from her parasite coming together with the low, constant roar of the hivemind encouraging and instructing her to create a warm, tingly, satisfying sensation that carried her throughout the streets of Ponyville, all the way until she arrived at City Hall. She waved to the office worker that was waiting for her at the doors, a mare whose name escaped The Mayor just then.

“Ms. Mayor, welcome back!” she said. The Mayor just nodded, walking past her to enter the building. The Assistant didn’t seem to mind, and she merely broke out into a little jog to catch up. “Er… I’ve been scrambling all morning to replace Jenna and Burke the intern, and I’ve found a few suitable candi—”

“Replace? Why are we replacing those two?” asked The Mayor. She came to a stop outside of her office, tilting her head in confusion. “They were good, weren’t they? That Burke kid makes excellent coffee.”

“Er… You caught them… Ahem… clowning around on office time,” the Assistant said. The Mayor’s confusion didn’t wane, so she elaborated. “In the closet? Just this morning? You could hear them… finish up from the lobby…”

“Oh. Oh, of course. Well, it was just one mistake, we shouldn’t hold it against them forever,” said The Mayor dismissively. “Go track them down, I want them back by the end of the day.”

“Are… Are you sure about that? With all due respect, Ms. Mayor, it’s going to be a tough sell if anyone finds out why they were initially fired to begin with.”

“Let me worry about the selling. You just get them back in the office.”

“Okay… I’ll get right on that.” The Assistant was confused, but couldn’t dream of disobeying The Mayor. “Oh, and you have a stack of forms on your desk. License renewal requests and whatnot.”

“Shouldn’t be too long for that. Thank you, I’ll see to that at once.” The Mayor smiled as she let herself into her office, swinging it closed before her Assistant could respond. Sure enough, a stack of papers sat on her desk, which she quickly investigated. She looked it over once and smirked, the Hive’s influence sending tingles of excitement and amusement through her loins. “Well, isn’t that just perfect?”

The Mayor took the license renewal application and set it aside as she produced an ink stamp from her desk. She took the crimson-inked stamp and pressed it down onto the sheet of parchment, grinning as The Hive gifted her with another shock of betrayal-fueled pleasure upon seeing that the name “Rarity” was now obscured with two simple, scarlet words.

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