The Mayor Of Canterlot

With the moon rising on the horizon the party in the castle went into full swing with every mayor present enjoying the music, dancing, laughing and toasting for another year of prosperity throughout the land. Even the princesses got a piece of the action, dancing with abandon on the dance floor much to Mark’s amusement. He certainly didn't let that opportunity pass to take turns to dance with not only the princesses but any other mare that was close by. The fun everypony was having was so great that nobody realized how easy it was becoming to abandon decorum. The night started to become a blur for the human as he kept boisterously toasting virtually everything.

"No, I'm telling you, this guy and I were this close to becoming pincushions by a prickle of porcupines! Heh...prickle." Ocellus finished, retelling the story to Mark while hugging a royal guard griffin decked out in golden armor who shared her laugh.

"The Everfree forest, man, not even hedgehogs are safe to approach." The griffin commented.

"Oh Gallus, you’re always so funny!" Ocellus giggled, then started getting frisky, "Now, what do you say you share some love for your mayor."

She tried to kiss him but he pushed her away. "Ok, Ocellus, I think you’re drunk."

"Aw, come on Gallus, are y’gonna leave your friend hungry? Here you go, missy," Mark said, also slightly tipsy. Then he planted a strong kiss on the lips of the changeling who started laughing uncontrollably.

"There, and tell me if you need dessert," Mark declared as Ocellus kept laughing.

"You just jumped to the top of my celebrities list!" she told him.

Leaving them alone to their devices, Mark lost himself in the party once more until he was dancing closely with Spectral while hugging her from behind,

"Be honest Specty, are you genuinely intrigued, or do you really love to tease?" Mark asked her with a smirk.

"Will that change anything?" She enquired with some heat on her face, clearly drunk.

"Not really, I always had a thing for wings like yours." Mark pressed closer to examine them, "You don't have any idea how much I would like to caress these leather wings. I bet they’re softer than silk."

"Why don't you touch one and see?" She whispered back at him, blowing air into his ear as they both shivered and then laughed while staring into each other's eyes.

When the music changed Mark realized he was using the lap of Tree Hugger to rest his head.

"So Ms. Hugger, what does the aura on the dance floor look like now?” Mark asked her, “does it match the lights?"

"Oh no, the lights aren't as strong." Tree Hugger answered while looking down at him, the bodice of her dress partially blocking their shared gaze. Shaking his head and chuckling, Mark sat up.

"You poor thing; probably going blind right now if it’s that intense."

"Oh I'm fine, I'm used to them by now." Tree Hugger dismissed.

They shared a drink before leaning closer to one another.

"Tell me more about this soul-bonding deal. Is it exclusive to just two?" Mark asked her.

"Not at all, it can be with as many participants as you like," Tree Hugger replied, as she grabbed his hands, "My preference is when several females are circled around one single male."

"Something tells me I would love that experience." Mark asserted with a grin.

It was not long after that Mark was feeling the fatigue of the evening settling on him. He had progressively greater difficulty keeping track of who was in front of him as he currently conversed with 3 tall mares with wings.

"It always made me sad thinking how many nights you spend alone when I recall the story, you know…" Mark started to get bolder and took hold of a dark blue hand, hearing a feminine giggle from a blushing face, "...If you let me, I would be more than happy to keep you company."

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Stumbling up to his house, Mark virtually kicked the front door open before he and a mare entered. Without even pausing their make-out session he closed the door and they tongue-wrestled their way into the bedroom.

"By the stars, this is wrong!" The mare told him but didn’t slow down as she hugged his face and continued kissing.

"So wrong!" Mark agreed while pinning her against the wall and lifting her up, grabbing hold of her soft flanks as she starts to moan.

"We should stop, we need to stop before it's too late. If somepony were to see us now…..."

"Yeah…scandalous would be an understatement," Mark concluded and then started to kiss her neck.

"Oh yes, that would be…that would be putting it lightly, we could get in so much trouble."

"Huge consequences here!"

"By all the gods, that’s what makes this so hot!" The mare yelled with complete abandon as she helped Mark remove her dress before helping him do the same with his shirt. Said articles of clothing got tossed onto the bed. Exploring each other's tongues, Mark removed his pants and was in the process of doing the same with his boxers when the mare stopped him.

"No! Let me…"

She sat him done on the bed and then knelt in front of him. She grabbed both ends of the elastic before deliberately and slowly removing the garment, taking a whiff of his erect mástil, ready for action, "...Oh… yes."

"You don't have to pretend," Mark murmured in a moment of self-consciousness and looked away in embarrassment, "I'm more than sure it's a dwarf compared to other StaAAAAALIons..."

He was surprised when the mare took hold of his dick and balls and started sucking and playing with them like a starving beast until she let go with a loud wet pop.

"Don't sell yourself short, honey. It's perfect, it's delicious and right now it's all mine!" She assured him and resumed her work, sucking with greater intensity and making Mark groan and hold the sheet to try not to scream. She then started to bobble her head up and down, alternating between her mouth and hand and even using her breasts to drive him over the edge.

"You like that, don't you?" she challenged him, "Yeah, you love my girls. Say it! Say you like them and come for me!"

"Oh, sweet merciful god! You're a goddess!" Mark yelled, unable to hold himself back anymore. He exploded over her face as she opened wide, taking a good chunk of his load over her teeth and tongue.

"Mmm, delicious!" she complimented him

Catching his breath he smirked at her, "Yeah, I bet you would say that, wouldn't you…bitch!" Getting lost in his lust he grabbed hold of her head and pushed it down on his crotch again.

"You enjoy blowing me right? You naughty mare, now clean it!" he demanded.

To his surprise the mare obeyed and when he grabbed a handful of her hair Mark heard her moan. Her tongue swirled around his shaft like the spin cycle of a washing machine. Mark pulled back on her hair, lifting her head slowly off his dick, and when she released it the shaft was completely clean and wet.

"Good girl!" He praised her before pulling her up onto the bed beside him. Laying her on her back he knelt down to return the favor.

"Your turn now!" He promised/threatened and grabbed hold of her panties. Licking his lips in anticipation he began to land soft kisses on her belly as he made his way south, earning small flinches and gasps from the mare.

She whimpered when her panties were removed and two fingers entered and opened her folds.

"Oh…o…OH! Wh-What are you doing? Oh Mark, no other stallion AGH!" she lost her voice as Mark began to feast on her petals.

"Wow, someone is this wet already, such a dirty mare you are. Like a whore in heat!" Mark taunted. Her walls immediately became wetter, making Mark chuckle, "Oh? Would you look at that, someone likes dirty talk, doesn't she!?"

He showed her his finger, completely drenched.

"Yeah you do, if your ponies could see you now,” Mark continued to tease her, both verbally and physically, “seeing such a proper and refined lady moaning like a wild animal from just being told how much of a cum dumpster she is in secret!"

She moaned as he started eating her out, one hand holding his head between her thighs while the other bunched up the sheets in a fist. Mark held his breath and dove deeper with his tongue, slashing relentlessly until he had to come up for air.

"By all that is sacred! Fuck me already!" she half shouted, half demanding with hearts in her eyes as Mark growled and pounced on the frantic mare, kissing her aggressively as she hugged his frame. He used his free hand to line up his dick while she spread her pussy for him. Maintaining the kiss, they stared into each other’s eyes and moan into each other’s mouths as Mark pushed inside of her. Rolling around like two wrestling beasts, Mark and the mare keep exchanging positions with complete abandon and no sign of wanting to slow down.

Slapping her ass, Mark licked his lips, getting more and more turned on with each moan the mare emitted.

"Even this turns you on? My god, you’re a pervert! Say it, say you like to be slapped!" he crowed.

"Y-Yes! Yes, slap me! Slap me harder, I'm a degenerate, I'm your personal cum dumpster, just please...Don't stop!!!" She cried out.

Mark lent down to suck on her massive breasts, enjoying the reward of her milk as she tenderly stroked his hair.

"Do I taste good?” she asked, “I always wondered how my milk would taste."

Smiling he grabbed the back of her neck and forced another strong kiss. She moaned as her eyes rolled back as she tasted herself on his lips.

He was quick to assure the mare of the quality, "It's sublime, I might get addicted to it if I'm not careful."

He grabbed one of her boobs, declaring, "But I can't stop, these soft pillows are just calling to me, begging me to drink, wanting me to play with them, pinch them, bite them."

He smirked at the mare, who shivered and then nodded in permission. Mark kissed her neck in thanks and gives her a strong hickey before taking another sip.

"Yes, yes grab me by my tail, give it a good yank! I have been such a bad mare!"

"You are whore,"

"Yes!"

"You are a bad mare,"

"Oh, I'm the worst!"

"You are such a dirty little bitch!"

"I'm the queen of bitches!"

The mare kept yelling obscenities as Mark took her doggy style, enjoying playing with her body, finding more and more places to tease, each bringing her to yet another orgasm. They both lost count of how many times they came, and the rest of the night turned into a giant blur filled with moans, screams, and wet slapping.

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The next morning…

With a sigh, Mark slowly started to wake up and was about to hug the mare he spent the night with only to find nopony with him on his bed. Confused, he stared at the empty space beside him.

“Did I dream that?” He wondered out loud.

Realizing he was still naked and that his room was a mess with his clothes scattered everywhere the human got all the evidence that he needed. “Definitely not a dream and by god, what a woman!”

Sighing with pride and exhaustion, he lay in bed and took a moment to enjoy a sense of satisfaction before climbing out to start cleaning/looking around, hoping to find the mysterious mare, a letter, or something that would help him feel like last night wasn't some sort of mistake and he didn't take advantage of some innocent intoxicated mare.

Worse, as much as he tried to recall, all the mares he interacted with were mixing together, making it impossible to pinpoint exactly who was the lucky mare he brought home. Was it Spectral? Tree Hugger? One of the tall pegasus? Aagh! For all he knew, it could have been Ocellus turning into all of them!

For all his searching he could only find an earring left behind as his only lead, which he put into his jacket pocket to consider later, after work. Sighing in defeat, he accepted that the mystery would not be solved this morning and he hurried out of his home and off to work.

Reaching town hall, Drusilla was once again waiting for him with her trusty clipboard in hand.

"Good morning sir, how was your meeting last…?" She suddenly stopped talking and sniffed the air, confused. Mark was too depressed at the moment to notice.

"It went well, Drusy. Everything that one would have expected; a bunch of mayors discussing the usual stuff, the princesses bringing up important subjects, and a light party to lighten the mood. The usual." Mark told her nonchalantly.

"Oh ho ho, nice try, sir!" Drusilla suddenly appeared in front of him with a smirk, "You can't fool the nose of a mare!"

"What? Wha-What are you saying Drusy?"

Mark started to back away from the thestral as she advanced on him.

"I'm saying that a certain mayor really had fun last night," She accused.

"Wait what?! How did you know?! I took three showers this morning!" Mark exclaimed, sniffing his shirt.

"As I said, you can't fool a mare’s nose, sir," She taps her nose for emphasis, "And any stallion reeking of shampoo, perfume, or scented soap is more than a giveaway."

"I was wondering why so many ponies were high-fiving me on my way here…" Mark pondered in realization as Drusilla laughed and swept tears from her eyes.

"Such a rookie mistake. You need to treat mare pheromones like a skunk spray sir – only tomato juice and then a bath would cover your tracks." Drusilla helpfully explained to him.

He sighed in frustration, "And you’re just telling me this now," He muttered as he kept his head low and just approached his desk. He sat down in the faux leather chair with a gentle creak and stared at the desktop quietly. That was until he saw Drusilla on the other side of his desk with her elbows on it holding her excited face, "What?"

"Soo…who was the lucky mare? Should I be expecting a fruit basket soon, hmm?" She enquired teasingly.

"Come on Drusy, we’re on the clock." He reminded her with a deadpan look.

"Oh please, please, please! You can't let your best friend hang with something this juicy!" She begged before straightening up and pointing at him. "I told you how to get rid of the stench, you owe me at least a clue, sir!"

With a roll of his eyes, Mark let go of his breath.

"Fine one clue, the rest can wait till AFTER the job is done, deal?" he bargained.

"Deal!" Drusilla accepted and went back to her previous posture of looking at him with her elbows on the desk.

Smiling to himself, Mark looked away with a little blush, "She was a beast on the sheets."

"Ohhhh!?"

"This doesn't leave the office Drusy, I mean it. I'm telling you only because you’re my best friend, but…she was really into dirty talk."

"Oh ho ho, this is getting steamy! What else?"

He crossed his arms and gave her a deadpan look.

"What?! That is it!" Drusilla demanded.

Mark raised an eyebrow at her and with a smile pointed at her desk.

"After work." he declared.

"Sir, you are such a tease!" She sighed in defeat and returned to her paperwork in frustration.

"Said the mare that flashes me with her panties every other Tuesday," Mark mumbled to himself as he organized some zoning forms.

"I heard that!" Drusilla yelled from the other room.

Once Mark was settled, he picked up the earnings and pondered who the mysterious mare he was with last night was, why she left so soon, and the biggest question of all – wondering if he should or shouldn't seek her out. At the very least, return the earrings and thank her for an unforgettable night.