The Mayor Of Canterlot

After saying goodbye to his friends and leaving to attend a special meeting, the mares tried to enjoy the rest of the festivities as best as they could, yet the princess of friendship couldn't shake the feeling that something felt off. It was weird enough that Mark deny her or Drusilla to follow him but then she start to notice that gradually there were fewer and fewer stallions on the street and now it looked like the place was filled with nothing but mares.

"Kind of creepy, isn't it?" Twilight snap to attention as she saw Drusilla looking around too. "A whole food festival, and not a single stallion in sight. But well that is how these meetings go, I suppose." She explained with a shrug.

"Meeting? You mean the same meeting Mark said he was going and for some reason, neither of us could go with him, despite being one of his tasks as mayor?"

She nods once "The same, I still say they are going overboard with the security but well, better safe than sorry."

"Yeah, considering how dangerous heat week can get, I say the stallions have their right to be as cautious as they want." Saffron joins in the conversation as she hands some free samples of sour candy.

"Wait all of this is because heat week is coming soon?" Twilight asks perplexed making the mares around her blink a couple of times.

"The stallions on Ponyville don't have meetings for this?" Golden asks in behave of the other mares as Twilight shakes her head.

"No, sure it's hard but there is nothing a cooler, a buddy system and time schedule for stallions to come out at certain hours to ensure they don't sweat too much can't fix. Worst-case scenario, a mare or mares just need to put a flower at their door and seclude themselves until the urges pass. You are saying you do things differently here?"

"JA, Princess you have no idea." Drusilla smiled and roll her eyes as she shake her head.

"An unfortunate consequence of a life of keeping yourself collective, calm, and refined at all time." Saffron explains "Yeah even I'm guilty on follow the trends there. It is even curious how the same happens to the lower class come to think about it" She looks up deep in thought.

"Eh I say it's more of a collective mind syndrome, but yeah Princess because the large majority of mares in the city are so used to basically keeping our emotions in check and not be as open with them like in other towns when the heat comes, it does HARD." The mares all nod in embarrassment in front of the princess.

"Almost like the only thing we can retain in our heads is sex and hunt down a dick to mount" Sash confesses with some heat on her cheeks.

"Add to that, how we have a school for gifted unicorns and many Wonderbolts lived here and well. You don't need to be a genius to know how dangerous of a combination can result."

"But what about the Royal Guard? Can't they help?"

"There are mares on their ranks too, Princess," Drusilla replies right away.
"Besides they already have their hand full preventing well-trained and armed mares from harming civilians" She shivered a little "I dread to imagine what they have to do to contain both them AND the royal sisters."

The other mares nod in understanding.

"Yeah that explains, come to think of it, right about this time mom and dad always made me and Shining visit my aunt Comet in Fillidelfia, and...ew, ew, ew! I just figure it out!" She shake her head and turn green when she pieced together what they were doing. Making all the mares laugh.

"Yep it's a whole ordeal, one could only think what those guys will be plotting as we speak" Golden look up into the sky as a shooting star was passing announcing the start of the night.

Meanwhile, deep inside the mountain a gathering of stallions enter throw a secret door hidden between two rocks, before a cloaked figure dashes toward them once the door closes. Knocking three times a slide in the door opened revealing a pair of eyes.

"Password?"

"Dark Souls" The figure reply

"Who killed the dragons?"

"The alliance of humanity"

The slide close and soon the door opens revealing a Gallus on the other side "This way, hurry"

The figure rushes inside into a dark room with a smirk on her face. Guided by the griffin as he helps it take a seat. "Wait here."

The figure nods and waits patiently until the lights turn on and someone pulls her cloak revealing a light pink unicorn sitting with chains on her hoofs on a circle as a banner that says "Time Out" was placed. Around her, there were other mares that had the same idea of sneaking in.

"NO!" She trashes and screams alongside the other mares

"We would release you once the meeting is over," Gallus mentions as he closes the door, and resume guarding the entrance for the real stallions.

"Who killed the dragons?"

"Sid the Scaless" A group give the right answer and they were guided into a deeper room where all the stallions of Canterlot were chatting with some snacks and drinks with a stage at the end of the room with a podium in the middle of it, as Mark made his way toward say podium and address the audience.

"Are those the last ones Gallus?" He questions and once the griffin nods Mark clears his throat and addresses the audience using a court gable.

"Attention everyone! We are about to begin, please take a seat!" He orders and after some chatting the stallions all do as told and keep quiet. "I hereby start the A.P meeting" He hit the gable one more time before using a clicker and starts his PowerPoint presentation showing a calendar painted blue minus the first 3 days. "As you all know preening season is 3 days away. Which means we all only have one month left to prepare for heat week."

Changing images he shows next month with the first week painted intense red and the following two light pink. "It might look like we still have time but unfortunately it appears the season arrived earlier" He shows them a pie chart "According to the royal guard, the Wonderbolts, and my own analyses more than 45% of the pegasus population is starting to molt, and 10% of the entire mare population are showing clues of early or mirage heat"

The room gets tense as some stallions start to look at one another "It ok everyone, there is still too early for the real heat to strike"

"Should we start moving migrating to the save heavens now?" A stallion in the audience asks/suggest "Maybe just a small portion at the very least. The stallions that are in more imminent danger I mean. My marefriend brought her mother and 5 sisters to spend two weeks with us and I swear 2 of her siblings and her mother are starting to give me bedroom eyes. The last one is an ex-royal, one is a judo instructor and the other is part of the ponyse corps, for Celestia's sake! They could snap me in half!"

Other stallions start to yell in fear sharing similar situations and demanding a quick solution until Mark starts to hit the gable repeatedly demanding silence.

"Order! Order!" Once relax he continues "I hear your concern and I'm aware of how the dangers might be..."

Suddenly the changing images of the Princesses with bedroom eyes and holding a comb came to Mark as she extend the item toward him asking her to help her get rid of loose feathers before starting to take off her shirt. That was enough to make him shiver before snapping back to reality.

"...closer than what we could imagine, but the last thing we need is to panic and make a tense situation even worse. That is why as a prevention measure I propose the establishment of the buddy system, the emergency exit spells triggered by female pheromones a.k.a, either a kiss, rub off their crotch, or strong tail movement, and male royal guards patrolling in case of the worst-case scenario. All in favor?"

Right away everyone raised their hand and he bang the gable "The motion pass, Gallus think you can mobilize enough guards for patrolling?"

"I can spare 20 or so but any more and the city security would stretch too thin, I can't guarantee 24/7 safety either."

"It's better than nothing, and the spell can aid too. If things result in that then you can escape to the tunnels" He changes the image again "Witch brings us to the next topic, our escape routes. Mr. Pants if you please."

Fancy Pants stand up "All five save heaves have been equipped with food, clothing, and living arrangements to last the full 3 weeks, and the entrance has been enchanted to only be granted by male species. Remember the routes are organized as a maze to fool any chasers and are color arrange to avoid getting lost. Used the blue squares to banish into adjacent routes and follow the red, red, orange, yellow, white arrows to be teleported away."

"Do your best in memorizing that, and do NOT leave any paper trait of them, unless you want to be a volunteer as the release corps next year," Mark mentions with a stern glare making the stallions in the group flinch and nod rapidly.

"Speaking of which Jet Set" Everyone looks at him as Mark sees some papers on the podium "Care to explain how did your wife know where we were holding the meeting?"

"M-Mayor I swear I didn't say anything!" He starts to beg sweating bullets as he keeps staring at him with neutrality. "I-I might have let it slip we would be gathering underground but that's all!"

"And care to explain how she knew the password too?"
"Only the fake one!"

"Which I disclose one day before to ensure no mare would try to sneak in." Some of the guards start to approach the crowd targeting other stallions that clue the rest of the mares that tried to sneak into the meeting and even knew the password.

"P-Please! Don't act like you are not thinking about it! A free pass? A chance of a fling with supermodels! With royals guards! With...with another stallion's wife! No string attaché! Are you telling me none of you even consider it at least once!?" Jet Set finally snaps and looks at everyone in the room moments before being restrained.

With a disappointed sigh, Mark could only shake his head "You are right Jet Set I have thought about it." The stallions look at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity, some even crossing their arms and raising an eyebrow at him.

"Let us not fool ourselves here people, we all have! We are not made of stone, of course, the idea of indulging ourselves in some form of the shape of depravity sounds both wrong and enticing, heck maybe it IS enticing because it is wrong in the first place. But that is no excuse or a pretext for what it will be in the end. Rape, plain and simple!" He slams his fist on the podium making everyone flinch as his tone turns more aggressive.

"Heat week is something that escapes the control of any mare once it reaches adulthood. It is embarrassing enough to have a whole week dedicated to their special time of the year, but the pain most of them are suffering...The insatiable craving that virtually is overrunning their minds...we can only shiver at the idea of how hard and painful it must be for them to have to endure it each and every year. And yes Jet Set I say the risk of pregnancies is a huge string attached that no one should be taken lightly. They have no control over it, so it falls on us to support them, help them get past throw it as smoothly as possible and NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE of them!"

He punctuated each point "This meeting is to help all of Canterlot overcome a difficult time, not an excuse to indulge in an erotic fantasy of yours if you wish to pursue it? Fine by me, that is your private life, but if I find out that any stallion decided to use the excuse of the heat to go chase after pussies like some sort of animal. I personally would make sure there is a dungeon cell with your name on it, do I make myself clear!?"

"Y-Yes" They all reply slightly frighten by his tone, once calm he resumes the meeting

"Good, then with all that said, we should move into the last subject of the night, the release corps volunteer."

"And there it is Gentlestallion! The hypocrisy!" A unicorn noble suddenly stands up and points at Mark. Like any others, he was wearing a typical black and blue formal suit with a red scarf "Going on a rant about not taking advantage of mares, and then picking a bunch of us to do just that."

"That is not the purpose of the release corps and you know it Mr. Pennyworth and you know it," Mark answered with a stern gaze.

"How so? Because by their definition they sound like the lucky bastards that can go around screwing with as many mares as they want without risking breeding while the rest hide! How is that different than what Jet Set was proposing."

He points at the unicorn in question who at the time was brought into the corner alongside the other stallions that reveal their location. "Furthermore how is this a punishment, in the first place?"

"Because unlike what you are thinking the release corpse purpose function is no different than be a living cooler for the more aggressive of mares going throw this time of the year. Mares without control who could easily break their partner's pelvis and keep going not realizing or/and in some cases, caring for what he had to say." The answer manages to silence the stallion.

"Plus those mares aren't selected by the stallion in question and rather assigned to them throw various factors and levels of danger if her behavior takes a turn for the worse. They are in no way, volunteering to indulge in some bizarre fantasy, but you don't need to believe me Pennyworth, if you wish for proof, I invite you to volunteer for this year's corps."

"Your attempts of intimidation would not work this time Mayor, the rest might have not to piece it together but I know exactly what you are plotting"

"And what would that be?" Mark raised an eyebrow at Pennyworth.

"To have your way with our princesses." The room erupts in comments as the audience starts to agree or disagree with him "Don't you find very convenient how our noble and steam mayor got attacked days before the preening season started? Then made a miracle recovery? and then right after, to ensure his safety he is by law required to live on the castle indefinitely? It's a lot of coincidences if you ask me."

The arguments start to get heated and Mark is forced to bang his gable to try to recover the control of the meeting as Pennyworth keeps pointing an accusing finger at him.

"It would be so easy to excuse his actions by simply joining the corps and using the pretext of aiding them when in reality he just wants to live his own fantasy. At the very least Jet Set came clean and say it. Confess Mayor Mark, there wasn't even an attack in the first place, was it?"

The room exploits in euphoria and fills with arguments making it impossible for the human to be heard. Turning to Gallus for help the griffin nodded and made the notion for him to cover his ears. Once he did the captain release a screech so strong that all the stallions present froze and cover their own ears in pain, returning the room to silence.

"ENOUGH!" Mark bangs his gable once more to gain their attention as everyone turns to him. "I'll not stand by and let anyone accuse me of such crimes! Or let this gathering derail from its objective, to discuss the subject of my attackers. I would only say this, yes like the years before as an act of good faith and with the duty of aiding the mares in need I myself would be part of the relief corps. Do I take pleasure in doing so? Yes, like stated before I'm not made of rocks, the idea of laying with a beautiful mare is incredible but finding pleasure or not is irrelevant, my primary and only goal is to help my city. I don't get to choose what mare do I help, either as no one here is about the law."

He stop them before more complaints could be heard "As for the idea of helping the princess? Even if my living arrangements have been changed by law, I'll never take advantage in their most vulnerable moment. I would spend the entire week bunker in my home before that ever happen. That I would swear." He promise and the stallions remain quiet some were still not convinced but regardless decided to hold their tongues.

Signing in exhaustion he continues "If there isn't anything else to say let resume, me, the royal guards, and the Wonderbolts are in. As well as those that need a reminder on why these meetings must remain confidential" He takes a stern glare at Jet Set and the other stallions that spill the beans.

"Other than that, is there any more volunteer for this year's corps? Remember forming part, would mean obligatory self-defense, disarmament, and not lethal restraining lesson. As well as temporary infertility spells and around-the-clock shifts. If any of that doesn't present an issue then please I ask, would any of you want to help the female population?"

The stallions look a bit unsure as well as one another as some brave ones slowly raised their hands and ask questions like if they can take care of the less aggressive mares and if they will ensure they don't end up paired with a blood relative which they answered and explain further how it would work as they fill the list of volunteer.

"Ok ponies with that, we have filled everything that needed to be discussed. Meeting Adjourn" Mark hit the gable one last time "Gallus, you can let the mares go now."

Soon everyone started to disperse and make preparation for the upcoming month ahead them. At the time there the city was so divided between the festival and the meeting that not a single soul was able to witness the sparks of fire gaining force, on a residential district until it was too late.