Civic Duty

by GalleyPass

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Mayor Mare, Original Character, Porn, Sex
Length: 7548

Mayor Mare has never broken a campaign promise. Her big mouth may have gotten her into a sticky situation, but it may just get her out as well...

Mayor Mare has never lost an election since her political career began. The reason behind her success: she has never made a promise she hasn't kept. So when she makes a throwaway comment about how she'd suck her rival's cock if the new Ponyville bridge was not still standing by the time she was up for re-election in one year's time, she naturally thinks nothing of it.

That is, until it collapses the night before the vote.

Now, faced with the dilema of breaking her first mayoral promise right before the most important day of her career, or utterly degrading herself for all of Ponyville to see, she soon learns that small-town politics isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Published 2022-12-30 18:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-12-30 18:00:00 UTC

Public Servant

The mayor sat at her desk, sweat pouring down her face. Her breath was erratic, and her pupils couldn't sit still. She hunched over the paperwork before her, files and dossiers scattered messily over the wooden surface. She was a paper-pusher by career, and she was damn good at her job. Normally, the sight of a messy desk would invigorate her, heralding the beginning of a long, fulfilling day, but today, it was having the opposite effect. Despite the seemingly daunting mountain of papers before her, the workload was not the subject playing on her mind: indeed, only one document was troubling her.

A single note, hastily scrawled, containing four words. Four simple words that spelled the end of her reputation.

Time to pay up.

Underneath the cryptic message was a crudely-drawn image of a stallion's penis.

The note had been left in the center of her desk, placed with clear purpose.

It taunted her. Angered her. It was the last mocking message of an opponent who knew that they had won.

Slumping down, head in her hooves, the mayor steadied her breath and swallowed in anticipation of what was to come. What was expected of her. She downed the remainder of some nondescript bottle of spirit, before deflating onto her desk entirely, staring at her clock. Still a few minutes to go, it seems. Not long enough to matter, though.

The mare couldn't help but recall the events that had led her to this situation in the first place. She just had to run her big mouth.

This all started with a pony named Fifth Column, her would-be challenger for Ponyville mayorship last year. Column had charisma, but was reckless and wet behind the ears, this being his first mayoral race. Mayor Mare had seen upstarts come and go, and she had put the end to many otherwise promising premierships with her own earthy charm and lightning-quick wit over the years. Political challengers saw better than to put up much of a real fight against her, as her popularity rating had remaining consistently high since her first victory many many years ago.

But before her tact and flattery, before her drive and determination, before all other attributes, she owed her political career to one facet of her personality: honesty.

Mayor Mare had never broken a campaign promise. This was because she made promises that were big enough to generate press-coverage and positive electoral momentum, but that were also small enough to keep. She had seen a few close calls here and there; a few sprints to reach deadlines, a few deals narrowly eked out, but ultimately, her word was worth its weight in gold.

Enter Fifth Column.

Brash, arrogant, but slick in a used-cart salespony sort of way, Fifth Column had his eyes on the ultimate prize. The mayor had thought little of it at first - after all, many ponies had tried, but she was the only one to wear this particular badge of office for as long as anypony could remember. It wasn't long, however, before he started to gain something of a cult following, and this momentum built fast. He made friends in high places, and there were talks of shady under the table deals being made, but nothing was ever proven. He also knew how to play ponies off each other to get what he wanted; that in particular had always rubbed the mayor the wrong way. One moment he was advocating for a closer relationship with our pegasi friends in Cloudsdale, the next he was reasserting that Ponyville's heritage was as an earth pony town, the next he was taking campaing funds from some rich unicorn nobles in Canterlot. Speaking of funds, he certainly loved to splash the bits to win a vote or two. Every day it was tax cut this, stimulus that - absolute pandering with no regard for long-term financial recourse, in the mayor's good view.

Long story short: his politics stink. Stink of corruption, of greed, and certainly of the kind of thinking that has led to trouble in the past. But while his particular brand of sleaze had won him some favor with the public, the mayor still had him beat in all polls. They jousted in many a debate, but she had always held her own against the knave. Things would come to a head, however, in one particular public forum regarding the congestion of Ponyville's public footpaths and walkways. She had proposed a bridge on the south side of town to divert hoof-traffic away from the already bustling town center. A sturdy but scenic stone bridge by the next quarter. Fifth Column had soon copied her tact, but had switched things up, suggesting that wood was the only material suitable for such a project. A transparent money-grubbing approach that the mayor saw right through, and saw fit to call out publicly in their debate.

"A wooden bridge built that quickly with that many ponies crossing it daily wouldn't last a month," she had said. "Or perhaps my rival thinks the good citizens of Ponyville would rather use their hard-earned bits to swim across town?"

This had resulted in a healthy tittering echoed through town square where the two candidates sparred, the crowd clearly amused by the mayor's jab.

The aqua-colored earth pony on the podium to her left had stroked his navy blue beard with a ponderous expression, before retorting.

"Stone bridges simply aren't all they're cracked up to be, dear Mayor. The materials alone rack up three times the price of my planned bridge, and the durability of such a structure would-"

"Maybe ponies can go paddiling with your bridge once it falls into the banks of the river?" the mayor continued, loving that she was fully in control of the conversation.

Murmurs of agreement and some more chuckling reverberated from the faceless crowd.

"Listen here, you two-bit whor-" Column began to snarl, before realizing his error and clasping his hooves over his mouth, eyes wide with shock. The crowd drew silent at the gaffe, before the mayor, seizing the opportunity, chimed in once more.

"Well, I think I've done rather well in my career for a two-bit whore, don't you?" she mocked, not at all moved by the insult. "If my opponent thinks I'm such a whore, I'll have it on record right now that if I am elected, and my own stone bridge is not still standing gracefully over our serene river, serving ponies dutifully as they go about their day one year from now when our next election is upon us, then I'll suck his cock right here on stage for all to see".

That had done it. Cacophonous laughter erupted from the square, and the mayor smirked under the troubled gaze of her rival. It looked as though this year was her's for the taking once again.

And so it was.

The mayor had done a lot of good in her latest year in office. Most ponies thought that being a good mayor meant just showing up for election days to shake hooves and kiss babies, but she had grafted and given her all to her role, as always, to ensure several new public works projects were concluded.

Including her new bridge.

The funny thing was, she was right. It had eased conjestion in the town, and despite seeing heavy use, it had shown no signs of even the slightest ware. And then, on what had started as a fine sunny morning, her bridge, along with the mayor's own mental state, had all come crashing down at once.

She had forgotten the comment she'd made. That was the worst thing. Fifth Column had challenged her for her title again this year and, remebering the trouncing she gave him last time, Ponyville's darling mayor had thought nothing of his opposition.

That was, until she had been stopped by her secretary outside her office first thing this morning.

"Mayor, it's urgent!" her employee had yelled.

"What is it now?" the mayor had enquired. "Run out of fliers? Spill coffee on my office chair again? Come now, I've got a victory speech to-"

"It's the bridge!" the secretary had screeched.

Suddenly, the mayor had a sinking feeling in her stomach that she couldn't quite explain. "What... what about the bridge?"

"In the night, it just sort of... collapsed! No warning, nothing. Just gone. Obliterated. Kaput..."

The pony droned on, but all sound shortly left the mayor's ears. Her form stiffened, and suddenly it all came back to her. Certain... promises that were made. What she had said. What she would be expected to... no. She wouldn't go down without a fight. Not like this.

"Get a team on it then, silly filly! I want every builder this side of Equestria working on that bridge if it costs me every last bit in the town coffers."

The mayor had been confident in doling out her instructions, but her secretary's face remained sheepish. She bent her legs a bit, lowering herself in a futile attempt to escape her boss' gaze.

"Well, um, t-the thing is... um... everypony has the day off to vote. It's election day, remember?"

No. Nononononono.

"You couldn't rangle together a few volunteers? Pay them double if you need to, just get it done!"

"Um..." the now shaky secretary began, "Actualllly... Fifth Column has paid off all the construction ponies we could get a hold of. And your pre-election speech is in an hour. Even if we could get together a few ponies, there isn't time to build a whole bridge before then. And, um, ballots are being cast at noon," she meekly observed. The secretary's face betrayed a fear that matched the mayor's own, but the mayor was apparently to blame for that. She didn't feel like a pony to be feared right now.

Seemingly feeling that this was not enough, the timid pony added one final "...Sorry," before scuttering into the town hall.

It was over. She was over.

She solemnly ambled up the stairs to town hall, and with a limp foreleg, reached for the door for what would probably be the last time. Meandering through the halls to her own office, she sat, downcast, at her desk to think things over.

Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe he didn't even remember.

And that's when she looked down. That's when she saw it. The message that signalled her doom.

Time to pay up.

Celestia help me, thought the mayor. And then she began drinking.

So that's about it. The story of how one mayor's absentminded hubris had landed her in this situation.

There was obviously foul play involved, of course. Bridges don't just collapse like that. Not on her watch. But proving that would be impossible, and she knew, deep in her heart, that nopony would care.

That's the thing about the public. They're fickle. A lifetime of service to her town, the town where she had grown up. The wrinkles under her aging eyes and the disheveled mane she now sported were the only thing she had taken from this role, and she had given just about everything. She sacrificed the chance at a normal family life, put her own public image on the line, and even turned down bigger career opportunities like a role in Canterlot court - all for one stupid mare's love of her home town.

And now that town, that she had doted on for so very long, now they would betray her. Now they were no doubt only imaging her in one particular role. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

"Mayor..." her secretary called from the ajar door behind her. She hadn't heard her approach. "It's... time to go out now."

Welp, she thought, best just get this over with.

The walk from the town hall to the stage in the square where this 'oral debate' was to be held was a short one, but it might as well have been a lifetime. As Mayor Mare approached, however, one thing became abundantly clear: this was definitely a planned 'accident'.

Posters had been put up all around the square by Fifth Column's team. They depicted the silhouette of a mare presenting some kind of long, straight object, like a ruler, in her hoof. Only the mare depicted clearly resembled her, and the 'object' was clearly phallic in nature. Ugh, she thought, it even kind of looks like I'm nuzzling the shaft. No doubt Column had been vague with his imagery to avoid opening himself up to any kind of legal action, but the intent was crystal clear.

Ponies gave out quiet gasps as she drew closer. Some pointed hooves, whispering to their friends. Most looked shocked, disbelieving almost, like they doubted she would really do it. Maybe she had misjudged Ponyville after all, she pondered. Maybe they still had faith she had a trick up her sleeve.

Mayor Mare gulped as she took the left side of the stage, the two enemies standing on opposite podiums from where they had been exactly one year ago.

As she scanned the crowd, she noted they almost had a nervous disposition about them, like they were waiting to see how this would all shake out, and the anticipation was just festering in them. Gripped by the sudden onsent of a droplet of confidence, the mayor decided that if push came to shove, she simply wouldn't do it. Let Column have his fun joking at her expense all he wants, she would not degrade herself life this, and if it costs her her clean track record, and her office, so be it.

Column himself was grinning ear-to-ear as he shot her sidelong glances. She spotted her own team at the rear of the mass gathering, looking distraught and apologetic. She wasn't surprised they hadn't come in. She wondered if her secretary swung by town hall to warn her out of a sense of duty, or because she drew the short straw. Judging by her disposition, probably the latter.

Before much hesitation, Fifth Column tapped the mic on his podium twice with purpose. "Fillies and gentlecolts," he began, "Now that both candidates have arrived, I think it's only right and proper that we begin this final debate before you, the good ponies of this town, shall cast your vote for one of us to be your mayor. As per tradition, the challenger has the floor to begin, so I'll continue without much further ado."

His voice was dripping with smugness, even though things had barely begun yet. Well, good for you, thought the mayor. I shan't be lowering myself for you, and there's no way these good ponies would seriously expect me to do something like that in the middle of town.

"The main topic I would like to focus on for this debate is public services," he continued, "Mayor Mare: is it not true that one year ago, you promised our good citizens a fine bridge to ease congestion in our increasingly busy town?"

She hesitated, but could see no choice but to respond bluntly and truthfully for now. "Yes," she said.

"And is it not true that you directed that this bridge, suiting the needs of our town, should be made of stone, at a great expense to the good-"

Political instincts kicking in, the mayor seized on the weakness in the opposition's statement. "The bridge was no great expense as far as such matters go, and in fact the quotes we got for construction were quite reasonable for such a project. We even finished ahead of schedule."

Despite having the upper hoof for a second, the mare's heartbeat only continued to get more erratic. She dabbed at her forehead with a handkerchief to quell the sweating she was now acutely aware of.

"Ah, but I do believe my proposal of a wooden bridge could have been built faster at a much reduced burden to the taxpayer, isn't that correct?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"And on what grounds did you object to my plans? Do you recall?" he asked, venom on every word. The earth pony's movements had become more exagerrated, making grand gestures with his hooves like some sort of circus ringmaster. Clearly he was building up the crowd for what they expected to see. The mayor looked him up and down, from his wavy blue mane to the tacky gold horseshoes he wore.

"..." the mayor's words caught in her throat.

"What's that? I couldn't quite hear you," teased Fifth Column, brining a hoof to his right ear in a performative manner.

"Durability. It was durability," she spat out.

"Oh, that's right," he replied, feigning forgetfulness, "As a matter of fact, I do believe you said that my bridge wouldn't last one month. Isn't that right?"

The tense mare gave a nod so swift and tentative that it was invisible to the ponies looking on from below. Her words failed her again, but this time her newfound nemesis did not wait for her to respond before continuing.

"And you said that yours would last no problem. Why, I do think you made some sort of pledge about your bridge remaining standing strong until our next election. Do you remember that, mayor?"

"Y... Yes," she gave weakly.

"And I do think you put forth some kind of... wager, was it, about the whole affair? A small matter for such high politics, of course, but out of curiosity, do you remember what you said, mayor?"

She stood stock still and stared straight ahead at the crowd, but she didn't really see them. A fire was beginning to build inside her; her whole body felt flushed and her knees were shaky. Her tail twitched nervously.

"...'s," she whispered.

"What was that? Please speak up, mayor. A lady of your standing should know how to address their town by now," he mocked.

Still, she could not speak. Her eyes scanned her surroundings as if looking for some escape, but her hooves were glued to the floor.

"Come now, mayor. Don't keep us all waiting."

"Yes," she managed at last.

"Well, that is good to hear," said Column, beginning another tirade, "It is ever so reassuring to hear such confidence from our mayor in matters concerning the convinience and safety of our little ponies. But, pray tell, I wonder, could you confirm the status of your bridge now, mayor?"

The mare's eyes looked past the crowd, over the horizon. The bridge would be a little beyond, but even craning her neck forward, she could not see it. It didn't matter anymore.

"Well... I..."

She was almost on the verge of tears now, looking down in shame, unable to meet the eyes of Fifth Column or the waiting crowd.

"I can answer this one for you if you like, mayor", said Column. "I do believe that the bridge sadly succumbed to the damage of its repeated use last night, and collapsed. I'm sure many of you walked past it on the way here. Or maybe you swam across," he said, referencing the mayor's own remarks at their head-to-head last year. She had forgotten that little detail, too, until just now.

"I do hope I'm not boring you all with this," he continued, gesturing at the crowd, "But there simply is one more thing I must know. Do you, Mayor Mare, recall what you said you would do if your bridge wasn't still operational by this exact date?"

Well, the ball was in her court, now. But the fidgeting mayor didn't know what to do. It was hopeless. She was too fraught with emotion to think up a plan, not that there was much room to wriggle out of this one.

She looked up once more at the crowd, her head feeling as heavy as lead. She held her muzzle to the mic, but nothing would come out. Despite her last minute resolution to address the issue, refuse this stupid penalty, and move on, she couldn't bring herself to tackle the topic head on like this with everypony watching.

"Don't look so shy, dear mayor," the pony jeered opposite her, "Here, I'll say it with you if you want. Ready? Three, two, one..."

"I will suck his cock," the two sounded out in unison. The mayor recoiled a bit at her own words, saying them automatically. Now they belonged to her.

"...On stage for all to see, if I recall. But we do have official transcriptions of the debate if you-"

"No," she challenged, working up a little nerve, "Those were my words. I said them."

The crowd were wide-eyed. Some ponies gaped in bewliderment. Of course, thanks to Column's little campaign this morning, everypony had been reminded of her words well before this forum. The poor mayor herself may well have been the last in town to know.

"I feel so reassured that your memory remains sharp as ever even as you're getting up there in years, mayor," Column said to a few chuckles from the crowd. Most of the town was still in a state of clear shock, hanging on every word.

"And I am glad that you're a mare of action, not to mention a mare of your word."

The mayor noticed movement off to her side, turning to face her opponent. Fifth Column had taken a few paces from his podium toward the center of the stage, remaining at a slight diagonal angle. Then, he did something the mayor, against her better judgement, did not expect.

His hind right leg lifted up at almost a ninety degree angle, like a dog about to relieve itself against a lamppost, to reveal a his stallionhood for the mayor and all the town to see. It black, contrasting with his lighter coat, and more noticably, massive, standing already erect and extending nearly the whole length of his barrel.

"I... I..." the mare started, but there was a lump in her throat. She was sweating bullets now, the liquid pouring off her face, and her heart raced ever faster, threatening to burst out of her chest.

"Well..." Column said, waggling his eyebrows twice while looking her in the eye. "I'm waiting."

Before she could process anything, the mayor found her hooves acting of their own free will. Nervously, but with distinct purpose, the mare trotted over to meet her rival toward his side of the stage. Arriving before him, she looked down once more at his package, gawking blatantly at the specimen she had pledged to service.

"Please, I know I'm a sight for sore eyes, but it's rude to stare, mayor," he said, earning some laughter from the assembled town.

This is it. Career on the line.

She raised her right foreleg a little, before placing it back on the wooden stage floor. Looking back and forth between the crowd and her waiting opponent, she wavered.

"I can't," she said.

"What's that, mayor? I thought you had never broken a campaign promise before," Column mocked, chuckling to himself. "Well, to prove myself the better pony, I will pledge this. Fulfil your little bargain here, and I will withdraw from the mayoral race. Hoof on heart."

The mayor's face lit up. Could it really be true? She didn't trust Fifth Column one bit under the best of circumstances, but his campaign had been pretty lacklustre all the way up to now. Could it be that he entered the election again just to humiliate her? Just to get his comeuppance? It wouldn't be entirely out of character for such a self-serving pony. And although the prospect of following through on her word still filled her with dread, this may offer her a way out. A way to salvage her career and a little of her reputation.

"And let it be known," he went on, crossing his chest with his left hoof in dramatic fashion, "That Fifth Column never breaks a promise."

The crowd all cheered, and Mayor Mare paused. She looked over the roaring crowd, before glancing at her own staff, many of whom looked dumbfounded. One mare wearing a 'Mayor Mare for mayor' badge shrugged.

She took two steps forward to be in range of Column's podium mic, addressing the crowd.

"My little ponies," she began. It was the most statesmare-like she had been since this whole affair began, speaking with resolute authority and conviction. "What I'm about to do before you today, I do in the interest of showing you all that my word means everything to me. You have all trusted me for so many years with running this town, and I've always had my heart set on meeting your expectations. To this end, I have never broken a promise made in any of my prior speeches. And I don't intend to today."

The cheering crowd erupted again, and despite her bizarre and, frankly, humiliating circumstances, the mayor felt a wave of pride wash over her, relishing the support from her beloved citizens even in such vexing times.

"Good choice, mayor," Fifth Column chimed in once more, raising his rear leg again after he had stood aside to let the mare make her speech. "Now get to it."

Despite rationalizing her choice, it was now dawning on the mare exactly what she had just agreed to. Tentatively, she took position behind Column and sat on her haunches, head level with his body. Bending over a little, she eyed his member, still firm and at attention against the morning breeze. Letting out a small inaudible sigh, the mare scooted closer on her rear, prodding the stallionhood with a hoof quizzically.

Mayor Mare stuck out her thick equine tongue, before taking the cock in her mouth side-on about half-way up the shaft. From where she sat, she still faced the crowd. Not exactly a traditional position for such a task, but she thought to herself that perhaps she could build up to it. After all, the quicker this is over with, the better.

The crowd, for their part, once lively and rife with noise, now stood dead silent. You could have heard a pin drop in the normally raucous town square.

The mayor scrunched her face a little, no doubt looking ridiculous with the penis parting her lips. She briskly swished her head up along the length of the shaft, over the head and off, an audible 'pop' being heard as her mouth emptied itself of Fifth Column.

"Very amusing, mayor, but when we said 'you will suck my cock', we all knew that that meant to completion. You have a ways to go," the earth pony interjected from above her. Celestia, it was so demeaing just being underneath him like this, to say nothing of the task she was performing.

Shuffling around a little so that she was in front of the stallion, this time she met her target head on - literally. She took Column's flared cock in her maw, struggling to fit the thing in her mouth. She lingered there for a few seconds before sputtering and spitting him out.

Oh dear Celestia, she thought, what if I can't take him? Don't let me degrade myself like this if I can't even get him to hold up his end of the deal...

She gave an uncertain glance upward at the large stallion.

"I must say, you aren't very good at this, mayor," he said.

"You would know, I suppose," she said, filling the square with laughter once again.

Fifth Column scowled but said nothing. Working the crowd like that did gave the mare another burst of confidence, though, as she darted back down to envelop the stallion's head with her mouth.

Newly invigorated and with an idea of what to expect this time, the mayor found the head's entrance into her mouth a lot smoother this time, and pressing on, she lurched forward, taking in a bit of the upper shaft.

At this, Fifth Column actually grunted a little, and though she could not see it, his face contorted, as he raised a foreleg in pleasure.

I can see why they call him Fifth Column, she mused, he's bucking huge!

Bobbing up and down a little, the mare serviced the tip of the fleshy organ before her. Her nerves had gotten the better of her for a while, but this wasn't her first rodeo. Despite his size, she was confident she would be able to take most of his length before long. Fluids dripped from the corners of her mouth, soaking the shaft and dripping onto the stage. She also felt a slight quivering in her rear legs, likely still a bit shaken up by the preceeding events, but the mayor fought past it valiantly for now.

Taking him a bit deeper, the mare gasped for breath. Lingering underneath the colt's form with her face buried in his cock had left her able to inhale only his musky scent. She hated herself for thinking so, but it was actually quite pleasant. And oh was it strong. The wafting musk spurred her on futher, stretching her throat as she made her way further down his length before reaching her limit, still a little ways from his base.

Steadying herself, the mayor launched an all-out attack, retracting her head all the way to the tip, before lunging forward again, repeating the motion.

"Ah~" came a voice above her.

She picked up the pace, desparate to finish this quickly, and at the rate she was going, this would all be over soon. The quivering in her rear legs worked its way down to her more tender areas, as the mare felt a pang of guilty pleasure well up inside her. No matter, she would be done before long.

However, as she shot ahead again, taking about three-quarters of the stallion's length in her tender mouth, it happened. She felt a flaring in her throat. Oh no.

The excitement had made Column flare so much that his head had now expanded further still, burying itself in the mayor's windpipe. It made her throat bulge noticably, and the mare was stuck, unable to move, so she endured, leaning under the heaving stallion and taking in the scents brought out in his own flesh and her saliva. She felt a wetness pooling underneath her, and she realized her marehood must have started leaking a little. She was glad that between the raised stage and her own seated position the crowd would be unable to see this particular detail.

The seconds passed, but they felt like minutes, as she sat unable to dislodge the stallion from within her.

"What's the matter, mayor? Cock got your tongue?" Column teased.

Eyes narrowing, the mayor knew that for the second time that day, her rival had her stuck. Her spit was gushing out now, having nowhere to go. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

She raised a hoof and began cupping the stallion's balls. Immediately he went rigid, stomping his raised hoof on the floor. This'll do, she thought. If she could spur him on a bit, she might be able to get him to cum. She began playing with his sack, feeling the weight of each testicle. It wasn't enough. She needed both hooves.

Reaching out with her other leg, the mayor aimed for her prize, but it was beyond reach. From the way she was angled, she was left tantalizingly close, but unable to work him with her free appendage. Pressing on, the mayor inched forward, taking in yet more of the stallion's mound as she did so, against all odds, until finally she was far enough forward that she could reach him with both hooves.

Massaging his balls, whilst trying to shuffle her face up and down even the tiniest bit to tease his length, she continued. She felt her own tail begin to climb behind her, a sign of her growing arousal, coupled with the increasing wetness from her nethers, the scent of which mixed with Column's in a divine blend.

She felt him twitch inside her, a reward for her efforts. Yes. Yesyesyesyesyes.

Another throb. Above her, Column turned his head to one side, eyes closed. The audience was now dead silent, watching intently.

She felt him convulse from within her, flared head twitching. This was her chance. She pulled herself back in one seamless motion, uncoupling herself from him and coating him in her juices. As her lips curled over the head, she sucked his tip ferociously as if her very life depended on it. Raising her hind legs, she stood proud, showing off her skill. As her soft tongue lapped at his member, she felt a sudden onslaught of liquid pouring from the organ. The force was too much for her to keep her grip around the head, Column's now-soaking penis barely in the mare's mouth, and so large swathes of cum coated her around her muzzle and chin. Eventually, when the torrent showed no immediate signs of slowing, she pulled back completely, allowing him to cover her entire face and a good deal of her chest as well.

Panting, the mayor's heartbeat steadied a little, relatively speaking, and she smiled for the first time that morning. The stallion's hearty mound shrank but stood somewhat firm, remaining at over half size. Hearing the roaring cheers from the crowd, the mayor decided to have a little fun with the situation and went in for a few final teasing licks as Fifth Column huffed. She shimmied in place, adopting a half-standing half-laying pose with her front two hooves stood properly and her rear hooves limp on the floor. The underside of her barrel faced the crowd, and in the rush of excitement, she brought a front hoof down to her needy sex. She hadn't realized exactly how worked up she'd gotten.

Some in the crowd let out a gasp, seeing the mayor's pert teats and dripping pussy.

The mayor's eyes went wide for a moment and she caught herself, pulling away from the stallion a little and standing upright again. The feeling of Fifth Column throbbing in her throat, the deep musk she had been inhaling, and the stomping applause from the crowd that had broken out when she finished him off had all set her going. A fire in her loins was growing.

As she looked up at Fifth Column, able now to study his face for the first time since she began 'servicing' him, he looked content, and a small grin adorned his face.

In all their time battling as challengers for the same prize, a title she held and which he coveted, she had never given much thought to his appearance before, but he was actually kind of handsome. He was well-defined for a politician, certainly, with some distinct muscle showing, and his impressive stallionhood certainly earned him a few bonus points. Come to think of it, she never noticed how supple his flanks looked before, eyeing them from behind him.

The mayor was suddenly acutely aware of some growing whispering within the crowd. She looked their way once more, searching for the whatever it was that had drawn their attention. She hesitated for a moment, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, before she saw movement in the corner of her eye. She had brought her own hoof down to her marehood again, rubbing herself flagrantly on stage.

She looked back at Fifth Column. His cock had sprung back into action, grown back to its full size, and he just shot her a look. Maybe it was... flirtatious? It was definitely a knowing look. She soon found her gaze wandering past his head and toward his rear once more. Supple, supple flanks.

Wearing an uncertain expression, the mayor shot one last quick glance at the crowd before moving slightly to the pony's side. She had seen his cutie mark before, of course - an ancient temple supported by five columns. It looked rather governmental, so it was no surprise that she had met him in her career as mayor. But now, it suddenly took on a newfound meaning to the mayor, a more primal one. She moved in, giving his cutie mark a big kiss. Then a lick. Then another lick.

She could hear more sounds from the crowd, but she mentally tuned them out. Her hoof slid inbetween her folds once more.

Suddenly, the pony she doted on spoke up once more. "Well, looks like the mayor hasn't had enough!" he decreed. "What do you say, folks? Want to see her do the back end?"

Yes yes yes yes.

Despite trying to suppress the noise of the crowd now, the mayor was faintly aware of a commotion behind her. It was probably... cheering? She didn't care. She shuffled along, positioning herself at the stallion's rear. They were still side-on to the audience, who got a full view of everything. The mayor didn't even wait for Column to order her, she dove right in, pressing her face right into his puckered anus, nose first.

Inhaling, she filled herself with his scent, and oh it made her feel alive. The fire in her loins was an inferno now, and her own clopping sped up. Moving her face down his backside, she stuck out her tongue, meeting the stallion's heaving, sweaty sack, before drawing her tongue up the length of it, back to his asshole. Once there, she buried her tongue deep within, sloshing it around wildly, feeling out the stallion's insides.

Column said something, but the mayor didn't hear it. It sounded smug, she thought. Hehe, his arrogance was kind of cute, actually. Cute and sexy.

She swirled around inside his ass for a good few mintues, furiously rubbing herself all the while. The routine was appealing to her, but to her dismay she found it broken when she felt Column pull away. She sat on her hind legs in frustration as he walked a few steps away, before he turned to face the crowd directly.

"Well folks, let it be said that our town is truly a bastion of democracy..."

Where was he going with this?

"And as a democracy, I think it's for the best of all of us that I put this decision to the public. Our dearest, sweet mayor is clearly a pony in need, and it would only be right and fitting that I, as a public official myself, offer her relief."

Was he saying what she thought he was saying? The audience, once again, hooped and hollered. Confetti was thrown, and the mayor noticed a few ponies near the front had begun pleasuring themselves.

"So, I'll put it to a simple vote. Who wants me to put it in her pussy?"

The town heaved with noise, ponies cheering and jeering, screeching their lungs out in unabashed enthusiasm.

"A strong showing, a strong showing indeed."

Well, thought the mayor gladly, that's a win for the yes vote for sure. She eagerly began to move into position, when Column held up a hoof to her chest, stopping her. Was he not done? Clearly this was going to happen. So much for a stallion of the ponies, she pouted.

"And..." he continued, "who wants me to put it in her ass?"

If the mayor thought the previous question had elicited a response, she had been mistaken. It was carnage out there. Stands selling confections were knocked over, ponies pounded the pavement with their hooves, and the noise would have been enough to make her wince were it not for the excitement. This was happening.

She quickly bounded over the the center of the stage, crouching before the pony she had once thought of as her lesser.

"No," he said plainly in response, motioning to the podium on the left. Her podium.

She wasted no time in heading over, leaning her form against the stand as she watched his twitching dick in the corner of her eye.

Fifth Column made his way over slowly and deliberately. The mayor's head felt dizzy. She just needed some sweet sweet relief.

Taking up position behind the mayor, Column placed a hoof on her left flank. She shivered.

Her tail was high above her head at this point, and soon she felt a slight poking at her rear, before Column's other hoof found her remaining flank.

Slowly, he entered her, eliciting a moan from the mayor right into the mic. She closed her eyes as if the pleasure may seep out from them otherwise.

Column picked up the pace, using only around half of his length for now, but picking up a good rhythm as he thrust into the mayor. She bit her hood to suppress another moan.

He pounded away at her plot without mercy, and she soon felt his medial ring push against her hole. Offering no resistance, she took him deeper.

"Ooh, buck! Ooooh," she whimpered.

He leaned over her, supporting his full weight on the mare's body, propped up by the podium. His pace quickened still.

Leaning his head forward slightly toward the mic, he spoke with composure. "Well mayor, I must retract my comment from last year. You're no two-bit whore. Turns out you don't charge a thing."

"Ayahhh~!" was all she could cry out in response.

"So mayor... do you still want me to withdraw?" he asked.

The mayor's mind raced and she ignored his question, unable to process anything but the intense feeling overwhelming her.

"Want me to back out?" he tried again, pulling his length out of the mayor beneath him to punctuate his point. This drew another moan from the panting mare, but when he held position, refusing to penetrate her, she realized that he had just been speaking to her.

"N-no..." she managed.

"You sure?" Column challenged in a sing-song voice, placing his tip against her needy ass once again but not entering the desparate mare.

"BUCK NO!" she screamed, as the town took in lewd the sight before their eyes.

Column entered her again, cramming himself in until the mayor's hole kissed his hilt. He pounded away at her, drawing moan after moan. The mare's hooves went to jelly and only the podium kept her somewhat upright now. She wanted it. She needed it.

"Well mayor, if I'm to win, I may still find a position to appoint you. Chief Cum Taster, perhaps?"

An open-mouthed whimper from the mare that morphed into a chuckle half-way through was his only response.

Finally she felt him tense, and he let loose inside of her. She reeled from the pleasure, feeling him coat her tight inner walls. Her ass clenched in response, milking him for every last drop. When he stopped spurting, the mayor slammed her head down on the podium, knocking over the mic, and the world went dark.

Fifth Column sat at his new desk, scanning over the documents before him while sipping from a mug of hot coffee. Before him sat a pony in a hard hat, timidly hunched over in the seat on the other side of the desk.

"Well sir, like I said, we couldn't actually determine the cause of the bridge's collapse. I know you and Mayor Mare had your differences, but she should have been right: by all accounts, that structure was made of sturdy stone and seemed strong as ever before, well..."

Fifth Column leaned back slightly with a contented smile.

"Yes, well, no point dwelling on these things, my good pony. Have the wooden replacement built right away and we'll be back to business as usual in no time."

"Yes, sir," the construction pony responded, before hesitantly adding "and sir?"

"Hm?"

"Well, it's just that, we found this at the site of the incident," the pony said, producing a stone brick from the floor and placing it on Column's desk with a thud. In the center was a charred rune of some kind, burnt almost beyond recognition. "It looks like the marking is fairly fresh. I'm no magical expert, sir, but from my reckoning, it could be that somepony placed this here with intent to sabotage-"

Column waved his hoof dismissively. "Nonesense, chap. This was a terrible accident of nature, nothing more. Next you'll be saying I coated my stallionhood in liquid aphrodisiac before I got on stage at this morning's debate!" he laughed.

"Um... no, sir. That would be ridiculous," the pony replied, unsure of himself.

"Right," Column replied.

He sat back a little in his chair, before feeling a tongue work its way up the length of his shaft below the desk. Looking down, he watched as Mayor Mare, now mayor no longer, worked her mouth over his member like some sex-crazed maniac.

It was good to be mayor.

"No, if you believe that, my friend, well... I've got a bridge to sell you."

Author's Note

Um... hi. Kind of new to this site, and more-or-less to writing in general, so if you got this far, great! Any sort of feedback is greatly appreciated. I won't normally make a habit of leaving notes and the end of these, but I just wanted to say thanks for reading. Maybe I'll write more. It may be a while, I had no idea it took this long.
-Galley