Taking a break from checking his schedule for the day, Mark put down his papers and stared at the grandfather clock on the wall to check the time. He donned an expression of worry before looking at the empty desk of his secretary.

He then took out his scroll and looked into his list of contacts until he found Drusilla’s name. He was ready to press the speed dial when suddenly the front doors burst open and from it a panting Drusilla marched in with a slightly rushed and wrinkled formal suit.

"So, so sorry. Got caught in the middle of reforming the prisoners and didn't notice the clock until it was too late." She cleared her throat and tightened her suit a little, doing her best to recover some professionalism. "But I'm here and ready to start our day, Mr. Mayor."

Sighing in relief Mark smirked. Then he detected a familiar scent and decided to play with his friend a little. "So glad for you to join us Ms. Dracul, I was about to call you actually." He stood up with a calm smile, "Don't worry, we all have lost track of time at one point or another, and luckily it doesn't seem like today would be a particularly busy day."

"Thank Celestia!" She let go a deep breath of relief as Mark advanced toward her.

"But before we begin, just one small question." keeping his smirk he got closer to her and whispered, "Why are you smelling like a hospital?"

Going stiff Drusilla’s fur grew pale as she started to giggle nervously and sweat a little. Mark’s smirk grew wider as he raised an eyebrow while crossing his arms.

"Well...the thing is that...ah time and work...and being diligent with the lube and the whipping and the suppository's and..."

"You left them unconscious, didn't you?" He scowled at her like a disappointed father as she shrunk beneath his gaze and played with her fingers.

"A tiny bit?"

Sighing Mark shook his head, "Drusy I told you, you need to pace yourself."

"I did! I swear and this time it wasn't dehydration, and it was only one. I swear."

"What happen?"

"When I was working on Thunder balls with my nail high heel’s I tripped on Devil semen and well...I kind of nailed him a bit too deep."

Mark physically shivered and cringed at the mental image alone. "Oh. The horror."

"He is ok! He is ok!" She quickly added. "I sent him to the emergency center right away, and they patched him up right away. They said he would make a full recovery and his organs didn't suffer any lasting damage...but for some months it will hurt to pee a tiny bit."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Well at least you acted quickly and the contract covered unforeseen accidents if immediate response are taken, so he can't sue the government. But just to be considerate we will have to issue a small compensation and the opportunity to be excused of the program."

"Consider it done." She saluted and got to work on just that. "Will take it out of my own paycheck too."

"What? No! Drusy that was..."

"It’s the rules sir...not to mention the Dom code. I hurt my partner, I must compensate accordingly, and no one is about rules." She reminded him, "So this must be the proper procedure."

"Right." He nodded, slightly saddened she had to cut part of her payment. But he couldn't argue with her logic.

"Let’s change the subject, everything is fine and taken care anyway." She suddenly smirked and started rubbing her hands in anticipation. "Not to mention I have been DYING to hear how things went, Marky. Don't think for a second I don't smell the faint scent of tomato on you."

The mayor could only blush and look away knowing he was pretty much busted as Drusilla got closer, floated a little from the excitement. Her tail was moving uncontrollably as it whipped about. "Soooooo?...who was it in the end? Who is the lucky princess I will have to start calling MISS Mayor?"

"Drusy, as a public figure and member of the government, you know very well why I can't disclose that kind of information." He then matched her smirk and leaned forward "But as a best friend, man of my word, and a very proud man. I too have been dying to share/gloat my accomplishment with the best secretary/confidant in the world. Can I trust you to keep this between us?"

"I would be insulted if you ever thought otherwise."

"In that case, Drusy. I got the freaking jackpot, no better yet, I got triple the answer I was waiting for!"

"Triple? How can...? NO!" Realization quickly dawned and her eyes went wide in shock. He smiled and nodded with pride.

"All three of them...At the same time!" Mark had a hard time containing his voice and excitement. "I had my fingers crossed that Celly would agree but, I was blindsided when Twily and Lulu confessed as well and showed me their naughty sides."

"Oh dear Celestia, so many questions! So many juicy gossips! What do I ask first?!" Drusy needed a moment to calm down while sitting in her chair as she held her head and thought it through before she remembered something, "And all of them were ok with...you know?" She whips the air making the whip-crack sound effect as Mark nodded.

"Turns out that got them even more on the mood!"

"And they were ok when you suggested making a herd?"

"It was their idea. Oh, Drusy you can't imagine how freaky they are. It was glorious and we matched in so many ways. I really want to see where this relationship goes."

Smiling more calmly she nodded once, "I'm so happy to hear that sir, you are virtually glowing! Oh please, please, please! Let me at least tell one small gossip to Inkwell!" She begged, putting her hands together as he thought about it. With he smile he nodded.

"Fine but only if it’s mine. You will have to ask my marefriends if they don't mind one vague one of them later. For now, you can tell your friend this.’ The mayor really likes to discipline his mares."

"Not exactly what I was thinking but that is very noble of you Mark, respecting their privacy and what not. Can't wait to talk with them, and thank you so much for trusting me with the secret."

"Of course, Drusy. You’re my best and closest friend. If I can trust you with my life, of course I can trust you with keeping a secret. Even more so when we might have a problem on our hands." He suddenly got worried.

"What is it? Mark, it has only been one day, and heat week already passed. You couldn't have impregnated any of them...right?"

"I wish it was that simple, no this is far more complicated."

"More than that? Ok now I'm interested."

"Cadence is in town."

"With Flurry, Shining Armor or a squad of guards?"

He shook his head, "Neither, she came alone."

Drusy gasped in alarm, "May the stars protect us! She came as matchmaker Cadence."

"Yep, and her new target seems to be Celly."

"Oh no! And I know what that means. It’s blind date season for the poor Princess and those near her." Drusy shivered at the memory, "I still remember when Inkwell was her latest project. I ended up being drag into that mess and tricked into eleven blind dates, in one week! I can't go through that circus again sir, I just can't." She warned him with panic in her voice.

"Nobody is going through match maker season. She is only staying a couple of days." He tried to calm her down and then himself from having to endure her latest plan. "The princesses would only have to soldier on and go on maybe one or two dates tops."

"Yeah right, I give Princess Cadence two days before saying that something happened here or at the Crystal Kingdom so she has to stay longer." Drusy countered with an unimpressed look and making air quotes for the ordeal.

"Yeah she is free to try, that is never gonna work on my ladies."

"Sir!"

"Sorry, sorry. The Royal Princesses. Back to the issue. I trust them and know that they will manage to send her off, before things get out of hand. Me on the other hand, well turns out that she is still trying to set me up so I might need you to pretend to be my marefriend for some days. Nothing different from our usual plan mind you, we just need to up the flirting act until she gets out off our backs for good. Don't worry Luna already knows, and I'm sure Celly and Twily would understand once we explain why we’re doing this."

"Yeeeeeeah, about that. I don't think that is gonna work with Cadence sir." She looked away in embarrassment and started playing with her fingers again. "She kind of knows we are pretending."

"Come again?"

"She put me in a tough place, ok? Actually, you...you were going to be my first option for a date. When I said no, she kept insisting on knowing why, and I ended up confessing. I'm sorry Mark, but that mare was relentless and used those princess mind tricks on me. I try to hide it as much as I can, but she simply broke me."

For his part the mayor sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, I figured that much, Mi Amore can be unstoppable when it comes to this subject. It’s ok, we can think of something else. We will return to this later, for now, let’s just focus. What is in the agenda Ms. Drusilla?" Mark asked in a more serious tone, deciding to focus on the job.

Nodding Drusilla followed his example and looked at her clipboard. "Seems like we will be having most of the day overlooking the post heat clean-up of the city. We need to pick the list of red annulments for rush engagements and luckily the regular list isn't as big this year...oh yeah and I have 5 good options for a present for Miss Pie, baby shower tomorrow."

"Pinkie baby shower!" He hit his forehead in realization, "How did I forget? Drusy is...?"

"Everything organized and ready sir, train tickets, suit, invitation. The only thing missing is the present."

"You are a life saver Drusy." He nodded and picked up his own clipboard, "Ok let’s get to the clean-up then. There is still plenty to get done."

Nodding the two exited town hall and began the clean-up process throughout the city. The damage of the heat even if minimum was still visible to everyone. Strong lingering musk, the discarded sexual toy or underwear laying on the street and of course the almost parade like march of shame of both genders going from and to everywhere in the city. Needless to say, clean up and organization was needed and until the streets where back to their usual self, children below 12 were strictly forbidden to leave their homes and in particular,not to traverse to the most compromised sections in town.

Yes, just like the name implied the post heat clean-up was quite literally cleaning up the streets of the previous activities, and more importantly was the only acceptable time for the mayor, local police and a substantial chunk of the medical corps to visit the red district, since the ponies working there always take the bulk of the heat and were at the biggest risk of injury and legal shenanigans of all type.

Reaching a particular tall prench style red and purple mansion. The mayor couldn’t help but sigh from fatigue before entering with the secretary while mares dressed in loose elegant dresses or scandalously tight and erotic maid outfits were constantly calling out for them or other guards and doctors trying to do their jobs as they were attending injured clients/ employees or filling up reports of various crimes.

"It never changes, doesn't it Ms. Drusilla?"

"There is no use in fighting it sir, this is Lust Town." She replied immediately as the two stopped, having reached a particular big set of wooden double doors, where a sculpture of a mare spreading her legs in front of them was present.

"Dear god this door." He shook his head. "I’ve said it before, and I will continue to say it. Madame Ménage REALLY needs to change this door. If possible, with something that leave something to the imagination." He complained out loud, knocking on the door, turning his head as he tried to ignore exactly what it was that he was knocking on.

"~Enter~" A deep femininely and prench accented voice called from the other side as the door slowly opened to let the two inside a very spacious office where ponies and other species of different genders where laying there, with barely concealing togas or nothing at all until they took notice of who was walking inside. And with a startle picked up what they could and left in a hurry, minus a couple of ladies that just remained and got comfortable in nearby couches eyeing the visitors, clearly employees as well.

"Sorry to interrupt your activities ladies, we will try to be as brief as possible"

"Nonsense." A hippogriff wearing a belly dancer outfit with a light purple transparent shirt showing her perky and petite breasts got in front of them and stopped the mayor by placing her claw on Mark’s chest. She had vibrant green fur, with two different color types for her wings. With yellow on the right wing and red on the other giving her an almost parrot-like appearance. "By all means Mr. Mayor, stay as long as you want." she leaned forward with half lidded eyes, "Why the rush?"

"A schedule actually." Mark replied immediately and gently grabbed and pushed her claw and body away from him, "Which we can't delay unfortunately, but thanks for the offer, Lady Pearly."

They tried to advance again but a new worker approached, and this one managed to get a reaction from the mayor who had to turn away. "Come on Mr. Mayor, loosen up a little, you barely visit, you barely call and when you do it’s all about the job." Standing in front of them was none other than Cadence herself, wearing a priest outfit decked out completely in white with a veil covering her eyes. Said outfit was barely holding her voluptuously big breast. She was exposing a great deal of her legs and a hole in the chest revealed a chain most likely connected to a pair of nipple piercings on them.

"At the very least let us sign your cast." She slowly approached him with a gentle smile and got closer to his suspended arm. "You know, many of us really wish you could visit more. The reforms and laws to protect sex workers and grant us free medical care has put us in a very thankful..."

"Ms. Marieta! I have no issue with your choice of disguises, but I implore you. Please stop looking like that mare in particular. There is some bad blood between us at the moment, and the last thing I want is to project said anger on you." Mark interrupted her with barely contained rage, which she quickly detected and she got confused as she took a step back to return to normal.

Turning back, the human was happy to find a yellow changeling with black stripes making her resemble a bee blinking at him in confusion, as he sighed in relief. "Thanks, and I'm sorry." He looked at her in pity, "I respect you and your line of work but this isn't exactly the place for me."

"Aww, is there really no way we could change your mind?" Marieta asked now using her real voice which had a scottish accent.

"Non, Marieta." A prench accented voice called from behind her, "What do we do when ze client say no?"

Startled, both workers turned to the source and stepped aside so the mayor could approach an ovitaurs, who had been staring at them from the start with hands on her chin as she leaned on her desk. "Unless zere iz a safe word, we stop and stand back." She informed as the very embarrassed changeling nodded and kept her head down.

It was clear the ovitaur in question was the one in charge of the place. She had cute short ram horns, vibrant blue ringlet styled long hair that matched her blue shepherd costume, which was a size two short, barely containing her huge breasts. Her bust was exposed so much the two could see the very tip of her nipples. Vibrant white wool with blue edges at the hole in her chest to expose more her dark pink chest, a dark purple necklace, and a long blue hat with a ribbon on the back. She had on some blue lipstick and eye shadow to accentuated her alluring appearance as her line type pupil stared directly at that the mayor.

"So sorry Mesie Mark, Marieta ere is just one of many fans of yours."

"No need for apologies Madame Ménage." Mark shook his head and took a seat on the other side of his desk, with Drusilla standing next to him, making more apparent how Ménage was a bit shorter than the two. "And like always you look as delightful and beautiful as ever Madame Ménage."

She giggled cutely at the compliment "You tease."

“As for Mariete, I'm very flattered and honored but as enticing as all of you are, I'm here for business."

"Direct to ze point then, such a shame. Ms. Drizzle as told me ow much ze misses er priced pupils, wouldn't you like to at ze very least walk pass ‘er studio and say i?"

They exchanged glances before looking back at her, "We may, for now do you have the papers?"

She sighed in disappointment and rolled her eyes. "Talk about killing ze mood." She stood back and opened one of her desk doors before retrieving a small stack of papers that were neatly organized.

"ere you go, ze list of annulments, and zis year’s lingering eat madams." She then smirked and looked at Drusilla. "Would ze remaining Mesiers be ready to perform?"

"I said I was sorry, and yes. They are ready." Drusilla quickly picked up the stash of paper. "And thanks for the list, we will get right on it"

"I still find ard to understand why you bother with ze trouble Mesie, why ze formalities and paperwork?" Ménage asked with a raised eyebrow and an extended arm for effect.

"We have been over this Madame. Safety precautions. I want to make the red district as secure and comfortable as possible for all who are involved in it, but to do so we need to have organization, establish rules and secure privacy."

"Miss Menage, aren't you done yet? When are we going to start the heat baaaaaaaaaa....." Fancy Pants step out of a curtain behind her wearing what looked like a thong with a stuffed sheep covering his genitals. He froze and started his best imitation of a sheep the second he saw Mark and Drusilla talking with the ovitaurs in question. For his part the human didn't react and only pointed at him.

"Case in point. Remember the old days? The abuse? The killings? The drug dealers, and those that wanted to look for dirt? My system may be tedious but it gets results, protects everyone involved and ensures that, THAT and whatever is happening behind that curtain doesn't leave this district. Heck it will not leave this room," He turned to Fancy Pants, "Just go back Pants, I'm almost done here. I'm just going to pretend that your WIFE is behind that curtain as well." He emphasized with a small glare at the startled stallion.

The still frozen Fancy only nodded and returned back to the curtains.

Ménage couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head at the whole ordeal. "Oh Mesie, one of zis days, I would make you blush."

"Maybe, but today is not going to be the day." They stood up and prepared to leave but Mark stopped and started pondering something, confusing Drusilla and gaining the interest of Ménage.

"Ms Ménage."

"Oui?"

"...Nevermind. I need to process the idea first."

"O, o, o. Now my interest iz piqued, Mesie Mayor you tease! You better tell me zoon."

"Will try, oh! And just so you know. Cadence is in town...and she came along."

Immediately all the colors of her face drain and her eyes turn to dinner plates. "O dear Starz! She is on the prowl again?"

"Yep, so better be careful ladies, less you want to end up like her kingdoms red district, which at this point I think is more like a match maker enterprise...district."

The notion is enough to make all the mares present shiver and nod rapidly at his warnings.

"Want to tell me what that was?" Drusilla whispered once they were far away from the mansion.

"An option to get rid of Cadence, I will explain once we are in private"

Author's Note

Special Thanks to MorbiusGreen for inspire me into using the sheep creature idea