Females are Crazy

The buckles clicked into place. She knew she could get out of them, they were meant for hooves, not for hands and legs, and the way they pinned her hands next to the buckles for her legs made her completely confident that she could just unclip herself at any time.

But at the same time, they were strong... heavy duty, leather, big metal buckles, made for ponies, probably capable of holding back an earth pony with all of their strength... although, maybe not Pinkie, she could get out of anything if it was funny at the time.

Having clipped her knees into the ones meant for back hooves, she leant herself forward until her breasts threatened to simply slide out of her improvised dress onto the floor and her forehead was resting on the raised pillow-brace, obviously there for both a support and a blindfold for ponies, but was simply a support for her flatter face, and slipped her hands into the inner sleeves of the brace. She twisted her fingers just a little, and the clasps clicked shut.

She shivered. Her knees were spread, held to the floor, her body was pulled forward and down, her arms now held straight down between her knees, her head was comfortable, but the forehead rest was angled to make sure her mouth lined up with her throat, and the taught stretch of her arms turned her breasts into a mounded udder beneath her lowered chest.

The most delicious thrill, however, was the way her tied-sheet dress had slipped forward, hanging over her hips like a raised tail, and her entire rump was exposed to the air.

Moonlight shone through the window, casting her shadow off to the side, showing her a silhouette of herself, displayed for the empty room, while the mirror on the wall picked her out in detail, just to heighten the sense of decadent depravity.

Then the door clicked, swinging open slowly, and a soft, feminine voice drew breath sharply, and then let it out again in a long, low 'hmmmmmmmm'.

* * *

The Mane 6, as fans called them, were a trial unto themselves. Twilight wouldn't stop asking questions, Rarity had been asked to provide her some clothes and wouldn't stop measuring her and tutting, Rainbow Dash was torn between bored and suspicious the entire time, Fluttershy was completely silent despite her fascination with a new creature, Applejack was more interested in keeping Dash in line, and Pinkie scared the life out of her.

It's all very well to laugh at their antics in the show, especially Pinkie, but the pony was nearly impossible to deal with in person.

Nonetheless, against all acts of Pinkie to the contrary, she had done it. She'd left the hospital and explored Ponyville, in the company of six well-known ponies of course, so that everypony didn't panic and so she could be introduced to a few of them who could be trusted to spread the right kind of word. Even if she was dressed in a sheet that had been folded, tied and then belted with itself to look like a strapless sun dress. Thank goddess for the internet, that trick had saved her a couple of times before.

And finally they were here, the library, Twilight's sanctum and somewhere she'd wanted to visit for two years. The door was tricky, she was a good two feet taller than these ponies at least. Pinkie's hair added a bit, but from their ear tips, none of them were as tall as her hips...

But that was when the most amazing thing of that amazing morning happened, and that's including hot lesbian pony sex on that list, because Princess Celestia was waiting calmly for them to arrive, relaxing on an oversized floor cushion, at the table in the middle of the room.

"We got her, your highness-ness!" Pinkie carolled happily, "All cleaned up and ready to party!"

"Thankyou for bringing her, my little ponies," She began, and Char stared at the wonderful, waving solar mane, "would you all please allow me some time to speak with our guest?"

"Of course, Princess," Twilight answered her, respectful, if a little disappointed to be left out quite so soon. They filed, and bounced, out the front door again, and Char felt a little guilty about kicking Twilight out of her library.

She was breathtaking in real life, Char marvelled, perfect white coat, long, slender legs, demurely folded wings, and when she stood to make a formal greeting, the sun princess was taller than the human by a few inches plus the length of her horn. That amazing mane really did cover one eye though, so she wasn't sure what was going on in the other half of Celestia's face.

Well, time to be British, she thought to herself, here's a princess, you know about royalty! "Your Highness." She dropped a curtsey with the light blue hospital sheet dress. What a time to be going commando...

Celestia inclined her head regally, "Thankyou, Charlotte Lilley, it is good to meet you at last. Twilight has told me a lot in her letters, but I find that sitting down for a cup of tea is the best way to get to know somepony, or somecreature in this case."

"I'd love to, your highness." She was still on best behaviour, feeling 'breezy' in front of royalty would do that to you. Dropping to her knees on the pillow provided, only after Celestia had resumed her seat first, manners, Char reached for the cup that had been set for her.

"Tell me, my little human, why are you here?"

Oh, one of the tricky ones, "Accident? Your Highness? I honestly don't know. Last thing I know, I was sitting in my apartment, then something hit me in the head really hard, and I wake up here in hospital. It's not the way I'd have chosen."

Celestia chuckled, "I guess not. And yet you seem quite at ease with these events, Twilight also mentioned that you seem to know a bit about Equestria already."

Eesh, another tricky one... "We... that is, some people in my world made up stories about Equestria and its inhabitants. It wasn't very popular for a long while, I enjoyed it but it was very... would it be foalish? I guess. But then a new group of people took over and started telling stories about Equestria as it stands now, with you as its ruler, about Twilight and the Elements of Harmony, your sister, about little things like Applejack and Rarity's sisters searching for their cutie marks and getting into trouble instead... the kind of stories about normal, happy life that make people feel good to hear them. I was a big follower of those. But... we thought it was all imaginary, that it was all made up, and so we used to make up our own stories, about what would happen if we went to Equestria ourselves, that kind of thing. I don't know how much is true and how much is just... idle fantasy, but waking up here is a bit of a dream come true."

Celestia sipped her tea and thought for a few moments before she answered, "It's strange, but at the same time, so very like my little ponies. They too dream and imagine themselves in new places, and they do come up with some of the most wonderful stories, but why would you want to be so far from home? Why would coming here like this make you happy?"

Honesty was the best policy, "Because I wasn't, Your Highness, happy, I mean... I didn't have a bad life, I'd say, but I wasn't happy."

"Then does being here make you happy?" The diarch asked, pointedly,

"I think it might, Your Highness," She replied with a thoughtful twist of her expression, "I haven't been here very long, but... I think, if you'll give me the chance to stay, that this just might be where my life really begins to be happy." She offered a hopeful smile to her prospective pony overlord. When she looked back down she realised that somewhere along the line she'd drunk her tea. Not any kind she knew, but a lovely brew.

Celestia let out a short short breath, and nodded to herself, then stood up once more, "Charlotte, would you truly wish to stay in Equestria?" Her tone of voice made it clear that this was a far more formal question than the previous, so Char stood up with her and faced her nearly eye to eye.

"Your Highness, I wouldn't pass this up for the world. Please, I would do anything to stay." And she meant it.

"Then I think it's time we let in those ponies who're listening at the door, so one of them can throw you a party. Welcome to Equestria, Miss Charlotte."

"OH MY GOSH THIS IS THE MOST BESTEST PARTY REASON EVER!!" Pinkie barrelled into the room over the top of her friends who, sure enough, had been leaning their ears against the door, "I mean we've had welcome parties before, and I love welcome parties, almost as much as I love birthday parties, but well who doesn't love birthday parties? And we've had welcome to Ponyville parties for everypony that's arrived in Ponyville, but how often is it that you get to throw a welcome party for somepony who's never even been in Equestria before?! NURSE! I NEED ONE PARTY CANNON AND FORTY CHARGES OF FESTIVITIES! STAT!!"

And with that, she was gone. Char didn't even see her leave.

There was a deep pause, before Celestia cleared her throat, "As you may have heard, I have agreed to allow Charlotte to stay. Twilight, will you please take her to talk to Mayor Mare about some temporary accommodation? I'm also quite sure that any help you can give her as to settling in and finding herself a place in the community would be very much appreciated."

"Of course, Princess, I'd be happy to." The student smiled, eyes closing as she did... damn that was cute...

"And Charlotte, whatever the results, I hope you find your happiness and friendship here in Equestria." With that, the regal alicorn began to leave.

"Don't worry, your highness, we'll take good care of 'er." Applejack assured her, tipping her hat.

With a round of goodbyes, Celestia stepped up and into her golden sky carriage (of awesomeness) and departed.

* * *

"It's been a true pleasure to meet you, Charlotte," The Mayor's smile was brilliant against the dim hallway, "please feel free to use the guest rooms here at Town Hall until you have your hooves under you. We don't really have the means to accommodate you in any of our lodging establishments around Ponyville, but there should be more than enough space for you here for a few days. And if you need any help with job seeking or just want to chat, I'm right down the passage there." A tan hoof gestured to the hallway in question.

It was mid afternoon, and Town Hall was, un-surprisingly, one of the few places where Char could walk through the doors upright, obviously made to allow their Princess to enter, should she wish to, thus the Mayor had graciously allowed her to stay, rather than impose on one of the residents.

She allowed the silver-maned mare to show her around, since the series had never really been inside Town Hall, least of all the upstairs and offices. She remembered that Nightmare Moon had made her appearance here, on one of the balconies, but since the destruction headed up by Derpy in series two, it had obviously had to be a little remodelled. Come to think about it, maybe that's why the Mayor had been so keen to get the Hall restored, since besides a meeting place, she also used the rooms herself on occasion. They arrived back in the main atrium with convenient timing.

"Mail call!" An enthusiastic, but slightly androgynous, voice reverberated into the open space.

It was... the background pony of all background ponies! Char couldn't help it, her hands balled up in front of her chin, her toes bounced on the smooth hardwood floor, and she did the 'Eeeeee' dance as she turned to see none other than-

"Thank you Derpy, and thank you for remembering the door this time." Mayor Mare trotted back to the open door.

"Another package to sign for Miss Mayor!" The pegasus' was completely chipper, and she looked absolutely angelic as she smiled so wide her big eyes closed.

A quick squiggle with the quill later and the mail mare dropped the clip-board into one saddlebag and reached back into the other for... It was a parcel, wrapped in brown paper, tied with string and marked with the correct stamps, but it was... interestingly shaped... long, cylindrical, and it wobbled gently in the grey mare's grip. The mayor's whole body tensed, only relaxing enough to take the package from Derpy carefully, and deliberately not letting it wobble.

"Sorry about the packaging, Miss Mayor, there was an accident at the sorting office and I had to re-wrap it."

Again, that whole-body tense, then she burbled out a forced laugh, "That's, uh, no problem, Derpy. At least it arrived here in one piece."

"Oh it's no problem at all Miss Mayor, I have one myself." And with a cheery wave, she flitted off the porch, narrowly avoiding one of the support pillars.

Mayor Mare didn't turn around, she barely un-tensed, "I'll, ah, just put this away, Miss Charlotte, and be right back. Feel free to look around!" The false brightness in her voice... she knew she'd been caught out with something. Now Char just had to find out what in particular she'd been caught out with.

Curiosity killed the cat, it's said, but Char's curiosity would have killed it, skinned it, tied it up in a sack, dropped the sack off the bridge with a brick and sold the skin on to a man in an alleyway who liked fur.

Waiting for the mayor to make it a little way down the corridor towards her office, thanked her luck for bare feet, and padded quickly after her.

* * *

That night, after trying and failing to get to sleep in the slightly-too-small bed that the mayor's helpers had set out in a spare room, she realised that the idea of what she'd seen was just too... exciting.

That fleeting glimpse inside what should have been a simple storage cupboard in the mayor's office. Inside was, well, let's just say Miss Mayor could have written a certain book about so many shades of something-or-other.

The funny thing was, though, that everything in there was... it looked brand new, shiny and well maintained. Then she'd fled, slipping out of the office door and returning to the main atrium ahead of the sound of returning hooves. She'd played innocent for the rest of the day, but couldn't help but cast eyes over her host while they sipped tea and discussed the foibles of being mayor in a town that had so many interesting residents.

And now... now she wanted a closer look.

Pulling on the blue sheet, going through the practiced motions of folding and belting that turned a single sheet into an almost-sundress, and then walking carefully to her door. The rugs on the floor muffled the sound of her steps and she was so very grateful that her soles were softer than hooves, it meant that compared to any pony walking down these halls, she was almost totally silent.

There was a key to the 'play room' inside the mayor's desk, in a thin drawer that slid out of the very front. She saw why it wouldn't have been noticed by any person before her when she was was confronted only by the carefully carved edge of the desk top, but a light tug revealed the hidden drawer slid straight out of the lower half of the carvings.

The key opened the door, the door opened for Char, and the playroom was lit by the moon with almost dream-like clarity.

Now it wasn't large, certainly not as large as she'd hoped, in fact it was almost intimate in proportions. Large windows were set high up in the wall, angled so that no casual observer would be able to see in, but the bright moonlight pooled over everything. A set of shelves lined the back wall, gleaming with metal and the ruddy sheen of plastic and rubber, the wall to her left had a simple set of five, heavy rings set in convenient distances off the floor, the one to her right held a large mirror. And in the middle of the floor, a simple board had been placed... with four relatively simple restraints, and a padded H-frame brace jutting up from one end. That one got her attention in a way that wasn't quite healthy.

Pony... sex toys? It didn't seem quite... oh but the idea made her shiver with expectation. She'd read that set of books, she'd thought about what it might be like to just... submit, no matter how grudgingly, or whether she even could.

And the straight-laced, gentle voiced mayor? Doing those things to her? No, that would... wouldn't... maybe. She gave in to the idea that it would feel incredible, but there would need to be an out.

Looking at the brace on the floor, she noticed something about the buckles; they were made for hooves or teeth, big, simple catches that popped open if you pressed the other side of them.

Okay, she had to know if they were as easy to open as that... if so, she could have a little... test, and be on her way with nobody the wiser.

Her breathing coming a little heavier now, she knelt down on the board.

* * *

She stopped breathing. Literally holding her breath out of panic, waiting for something, anything, beyond that long 'hmm' to say who was there. Okay, probably a silly question.

Hooves moved on the wooden floor and Char flinched as one touched the skin of her butt, a gentle press into the left cheek. The mirror on the wall showed a sharply shadowed face, glasses glinting in the moonlight, expression unreadable with a single hoof outstretched.

"Hmm. Soft. Very soft. I think I know what to do with you." The mayor's voice was low and completely detached, as if discussing a policy she'd been reading through.

"Miss... Miss Mayor?" Char asked, a little desperately, because she wasn't sure she wanted this all that much anymore, her fingers started to twist towards the clasps.

In response, the mare laughed softly and warmly, but a hoof stilled her fingers, "Calm down, Miss Charlotte, I'm not angry, how could I be?" Oddly, that was reassuring.

"Then..." Char couldn't finish the sentence.

"This is unexpected, I must say, but I have a little confession to make. This room has never been used, not once." She said it like it was a mint-condition NRFB (never removed from box) collector's item. Some of these probably were... "It was originally my aim to have it used on me, not use it on others, most of the toys, on their own... well, they're easy enough to practice with. The room I started on to try and get rid of some stress, but I've never had time to find somepony who would share this kind of interest with me. Nopony I trusted, you see."

She sighed, and Char found the odd weight of the mayor leaning over her back, and a look to the side let her meet the mare's eyes, she had propped her chin on a hoof (which wasn't possible in regular pony anatomy) and was examining the reflection contemplatively.

"But you... well, I can see you have an interest, and I know I should just let you up, dust you down and send you back to bed, but..."

"I don't think either of us want that." Char regained a little confidence, not to mention the spark of that shivery sensation from before.

"No," The Mayor "but that doesn't mean that this has to go as far as... all this." She waved a hoof at the room.

Char hit the release on the buckles and began to sit up, leaving her knees in place, but gently tipping the mare off her back and onto her hooves again. The silver-haired mare looked surprised as the girl wiggled her fingers a little at the mirror image, and then turned her attention to the shelves. "Where's that one you got today?"

Tan coat blushed through bright red, and the mare stepped around the kneeling girl, "That's, uh, here." She indicated the lowest shelf off to one side, everywhere else had something to display already.

It was a Mac... wait, technically it was a 'Chance', but she knew other people online who'd given them new names. About the same size, the same colours as she'd got hers, and if she remembered the wobble while it was in the wrapping, only a little firmer than hers too.

"I... had to get a slightly reduced one," chuckled the mayor, a little embarrassed, "I'm not as... able as other mares."

R... reduced? She remembered how hers would stretch her, and as good as that felt, had been saving up for something larger, something... possibly blunter too, and realised that this was considered a little below average for toys like this. Would that mean that some ponies might be bigger? Her mind immediately spun to the largest ponies she knew, Mac, Shining Armour, and Fancy Pants... wow...

"Oh but, I wouldn't dream of-" Char's hand flew out and pressed fingers to the mayor's lips.

Char drew the mare's head around and looked into her eyes. She let a smile creep into the corners of her mouth and then, very deliberately, while the mayor watched every move, bent down and slid herself back into the restraints, resting her forehead into the padded brace once more. Then, with a wiggle of her hips, made her dress slide down her back and leave herself open to the moonlight once more.

The mirror showed everything, the way the mare's eyes sparked, and a thick tongue came out to lick her lips in a slow, unconscious motion. "I, ah, I'll just... Oh, Miss Charlotte!" The exclamation was as soft as all their conversation had been, but was heavy with desire.

With no more words, the mayor stepped along her shelves and pulled down something that clinked slightly. In the mirror Char watched the, now smiling, tan mare fumble slightly with a collection of straps and buckles. She shuffled her hooves a little, grasped a strap with her teeth, and then pulled upwards, rearing up as she did. The human stared a little as she watched not one, but two smallish phalluses wobble a little before sliding up between her legs and, with a shift and a grunt, sank even further until the straps slid snug against the mare's coat.

She caught Char's wide-eyed expression and giggled a little, slightly giddy with both the situation, and her newly donned gear, "I said I'd practiced." She giggled a little more and turned around while she tightened and buckled the straps.

Her rump was now presented to the mirror and that silver tail whisked to the side playfully, showing Char the results; two big round bases, easily several inches in diameter, protruded from her holes, held in place by the silvered d-rings from which the straps radiated. The idea of somebody just... taking something, with only a wiggle and a small grunt as they did, turned her tingle into a drip. One she felt land on her wrists, strapped between her knees as they were.

Char was now intensely aware of her exposed butt. Her whole body forced into the pose of a submissive mare, and now dripping wet to the point of thin drips ticking from her slit every few seconds.

She hadn't realised, but at the noise of hooves on wood, the mayor was now walking back around from the shelves towards Char's all-too-willing nethers. As the mare rounded her rear, the mirror showed her that the toy from earlier was now firmly fixed into the crotch of her second pony lover. It wobbled a little, but the curve was just strong enough to stop it from bouncing against the floor. It was almost as long as the mare's leg! A quick staccato patter came from the wrist restraints as Char's body told her it was time to get extra, extra juicy for that.

"Oh, Miss Charlotte, I must say I'm very surprised." The mayor blinked, "You certainly don't waste time."

Char's eyes shut, involuntarily, as the mayor examined her. For the second time in twenty four hours, here she was with a mare's muzzle within inches of her- she gasped as that long tongue took a taste. Just a flick of the tongue, and then an 'mmm' from the mare.

"You taste... different." She commented, and dipped back in.

Unlike Redheart, Mayor Mare was taking her time, she flicked her tongue over the lips, which were flushed with heat and presented so openly that they were spreading under their own volition. Char's eyes couldn't stay closed, no matter how many times the sensations drove them to shut, and she watched the mirror with intense fascination.

There, bathed in moonlight, the mayor stood behind her. A fake cock as thick as Char's wrist, and long enough to brush the floor, waving gently between her legs, and her head was down, muzzle almost touching her, with her tongue crossing the gap in little, kitten licks. The sight, with the little teasing sensations, and the anticipation was making her shake.

She'd been with a man, she'd been with a woman, with both, and now she'd been with a pony, but in all of those times she'd never been taken. Never let somebody do as they wanted without finding something she could do in return. A flurry of licks accompanied the feeling of her inner walls trying to clench onto something, obviously sending a little wave of moisture onto the mare's tongue.

"Well," her tan lover stood back, sounding satisfied, "you're almost there. Now, we'll try something a little new." Her hooves clopped jauntily as she circled back around to the shelves and grasped something in her mouth and returning. Setting it down briefly to speak, the mayor said, "hold out those hands of yours, nice and flat." and picked whatever it was back up again.

Char complied, still feeling the infrequent patter of her own liquids dripping onto her wrist-straps. Then something cold and slimy fell onto her hands, liquid... lubrication! She didn't know she'd been tense about that before, but suddenly it was like a little spring had unwound inside her, and she actually smiled as the mayor murmured "Goood," into the silence, "let's make this nice and ready for you."

The weight of the fake pony cock fell into her hands, and immediately she gripped it, the lube smearing and following her grasping fingers. Up top, the mayor placed her hooves against Char's rump for balance, squatting her legs and slowly thrusting the phallus into the greased hands. There was a moment when Char forgot herself, hands stilled momentarily as she once more felt tongue along her body, long, slow licks to her flesh, to her lips, to her suddenly very sensitive ring, but she recovered enough to resume slathering as much of the mottled rubber penis with eager, lubricated fingers.

The tongue stopped and Mayor Mare patted her rump gently, leaning back to see the results of Char's work, "Yes, that will be quite enough." She nodded to Char's red-faced, slightly breathless expression in the mirror.

She stood, she reared, and those oddly warm hooves came down once more on Char's skin. Both hooves were on her tailbone, pressing down to keep balance, while that greased pole wavered around slightly as she watched. She was watching herself about to be penetrated by her new lover, watching that huge thing approach in little swings as the mare above her concentrated on getting it lined up. Her knees and arms wanted to twitch, to shift herself towards it and capture it a little early, but the straps held firm.

Char moaned slightly and then... contact. The blunt head of the strap on rested against her eager lower lips, and the shifting of the mare's hooves ceased as she no longer had to check her progress. They paused, and listened to each other's breathing.

"Are you sure, Charlotte?" The mayor asked, "Are you really sure?"

"Do it." She replied, breathily.

Hips pressed, a solid pressure as the dong tried to find it's way in, bending a little before it did, and then the first stretch. Char didn't know how loud her first moan was, but it took all the air from her lungs.

She juddered a little as tremors wracked her hips. Not quite an orgasm, but she was so close that it was only a matter of moments either way. Or inches. There was more, and more, sliding in and filling her. The massive, blunt head of the replica was being crushed by her walls, but it was still coming in. She felt her outer lips being rippled back and forth as her lover ceased trying to sink inside in one stroke and instead started to rock a little back before thrusting in again.

All too soon, feeling like she'd taken a telephone pole inside her, Char felt the stretched discomfort of being full, not to the depths she'd explored with her toys before, just... full, but as she did, the sensation of soft coat pressing against her skin sent a wave of warmth across her.

"Oh Celestia!" The mayor grunted, her hooves slid from Charlotte's back and gripped her around the hips, then she started raining kisses down onto the girl's back, shoulders and neck. "This is the first time anypony's," kiss, "ever done this for me, you," kiss, "incredible creature!"

The girl rolled her shoulders in pleasure at the kisses, but was still stuck fast in the restraints. She turned her head again and saw exactly what she'd hoped to see. The mare's hips were resting flush against her skin, her body draped itself along the girl's back, and her face was a panting, wild-maned mess with her glasses slightly askew.

"Ready?" The panting mare prompted.

"Rut me until I faint!" Char managed to turn her head far enough that she could meet her lover's eye for a brief moment, and show her how much she meant it.

With a moan of happiness, the pony pulled back, slowly, just a couple of inches, and then back, impacting Char's flesh with a little judder. Again, a few inches, and then back, but more solidly this time. Both times, Char felt the edges of the head scrape her, pulling at her insides and dragging them with the motion, but slippery as she was, especially with the aid of all that she'd done with her hands, the rest of the length was like an oiled piston. And more little drags and thrusts as the mare built up some rhythm. There was another thick section to it, about half way down, and it massaged her walls smoothly, while the tip was a ridge that drew her back and forth and sent deep shudders through up her spine.

She thanked whatever goddess, Celestia or Luna even, that her lover was clinging to her so tightly, hugged into her back, because if she hadn't been, Char was sure that these shivers would have burst from her and escaped before they reached her head. Her head... was fading. She'd turned to the side to watch, watching was amazing. Watching made the feeling of it have context, have realism, made a fantasy into reality for her.

More now, Mayor was pulling further out, half way now, and that thick ring around the middle was playing with her lips on the way out and then again on the way back in. The head slid and dragged, forcing her open every time she clenched, letting her muscles contract again too soon after it left, it was numbing her. The changes were too sudden, from empty to full to empty, her muscles were confused and her flesh oversensitive from it, she was rising, her voice was rising too.

On her back, Mayor Mare was panting like a racehorse, breathing through her teeth as she felt the thudding joy of both rutting and being rutted, her straps leveraging the toys inside her with every thrust of the one inside her human. It still wasn't enough, she needed to ravage the girl, and while she didn't want to hurt her, the desire to just swing her hips harder and harder was impossible to ignore.

Harder and harder every time, more and more was withdrawn and then rammed back inside her with enough force to steal her breath. But it wasn't fast, that was what made her moan, that was what made her want to writhe against her restraints, it was even, solid and powerful. The speed the same from a few inches through to a whole eighteen. As she felt the blunt head nearly reach the inside of her lips Char realised that it took a full second and a half for that withdrawal to take place. And while the thrust was powerful, driving back into her and shuddering her flesh forcing her face into the brace, as she watched, she could see every inch of that fake cock slide out of her. All of it, inch after inch, pulling back as slowly as a rollercoaster gets cranked up to the top, before the release and the drop, the sudden surge of power that rattled her bones.

If nobody had ever done this for the mayor before, then she was all kinds of naturally gifted. Her cynicism took a dirt nap as she felt the tip playing through her folds once more, before slamming back into her depths. Every delicious pull of that head, every scrape, every rub of the central ring, and every inch of the smooth shaft, played across her depths in dizzying sequence. The mirror showed her something she'd always secretly wanted to see, ever since she first saw an oversized dildo, she wanted to see her stomach being stretched by taking a girth so deep it distended her. Sure enough, there it was, not painful, it'd need to be a lot bigger, but the ripple of tension ran forward and back along the profile of her abdomen, pushed and pulled by the head of that cock.

Her voice was nearly constant now, until she was forced to gasp as the head popped free.

It popped out and then rammed cleanly back in! She shuddered and jerked, tipped over the edge into her first orgasm of the night. Her toes curled and straightened in time with the pulses, her eyes stared at nothing for a moment. The mayor didn't seem to realise what she'd just done, because she did it again, while Char's insides were trying to milk the fake member of its own cum, the mare pulled it free and sent it smashing back through that tumult.

Char's scream of pleasure was cut in half, only to start again once the head reached full depth. She felt liquid drooling onto her wrists, and then again, another belt of pleasure clamped her down on the slowly retreating rod, her desperate tunnel trying to drag it back down inside to finish what it started. Two orgasms in a row! She rode it out, Mayor Mare pounding her again and again, forcing her blunt imitation cock through the clenching and spasming muscles.

Her vision was going funny, she was breathing in ragged bursts as her entire lower body clenched, her voice wouldn't come out and she hissed through her teeth. Her legs were numb, down to the toes, her hands clenched and unclenched, drenched in the last of the lubrication from before, and without realising it, she'd unclipped the restraints on her hands.

There was a sharp tug on her hair and she was dragged back against the leg restraints as her pony lover, too far gone in her own pleasure to care about anything but finishing what she started, despite having finished her human off twice already, jerked on the thick head of hair and pulled the girl's neck taught, using the grip to change her rhythm.

Mayor Mare abandoned power and let her hips have their fun, speeding up and thrusting faster, faster, faster... Char was forced to stare straight ahead, she couldn't turn, she could only feel the pounding, breaking through the last vestiges of her orgasm and driving her, thrust after thrust, towards a third.

But it wouldn't come, she couldn't, she needed to, but there was something... missing. With nothing left to lose, and everything to gain, it seemed, she found the clips of the straps around her knees and ripped them off. Fighting the numbness all down her legs, and moving slowly to not disconnect herself from that thrusting member, she straightened up.

Her lover gasped as she did, and Char twisted quickly, to snake an arm around the tan body just as her hair was released, catching the mare as she started falling backwards and keeping their hips pressed together.

With slow movements, the fake cock still thrusting sporadically in and out, Char twisted until she could lower the panting mare to the ground on her back. Then, with a spin of her hips and one leg raising up and over, she turned one-eighty on the pole, swivelling it inside her. They found themselves scissored together, Char still impaled on the now-upright member, and the human threaded her hands into the sweaty mane of her lover, raising that panting mouth up just high enough that, with a stretch, she could lock her lips in a kiss.

And while it held, she became overwhelmingly aware of the mare's need. With her weight on the penis between them, it was grinding into the mayor's clit, the flat, soft end making the mare whimper from the pressure.

So, with a grin, Char took over. She got her knees below her and, grasping her lover's leg for balance, started to hump for her final release. Tired muscles protested, but she didn't care, she threw her hips up and down the length, grinding from side to side, drawing figure-eights with each swirl and drop. Her mare's eyes started to glaze and her breath became as ragged as Char's the constant movement on her clit, coupled with the sudden role reversal, and the added internal pressure on the shafts within both her holes was getting the better of her.

Gasping, Char leaned forward once more and captured the mare's lips, and, with the last of her strength, slid herself to the very tip, letting the head's ridge play with her lips, and buried it inside herself once more to tip herself and her lover completely over.

They rode out the shudders of orgasm together, lips locked, eyes forced shut and breath hissing through their noses. And at last, Char let herself roll backwards and fall to the floor.

* * *

She woke up to the sensation of cold plastic being slid, carefully, a little awkwardly, out of her.

"Mmmm..." she protested, opening her eyes. It was dawn, a hazy, low-level light creeping across the ceiling.

The mayor appeared in her line of sight, smiling gently, mane a wreck, and placed a kiss onto her lips, which Char happily returned, "You should probably get up. As much as I'd like to keep you here for my very own, it wouldn't be very responsible of me, now, would it?"

"I'm kind of thinking that I wouldn't mind that either, but... you're right." She tried to sit up and needed to use both hands and stop once she got there for balance. She realised that between them they'd stained the floor, and that her poor, used and wilfully abused crotch had that sting that only came from sessions that were too frantic, too heavy, and left her oversensitive. Plus, she'd fainted with that thing inside her... with any luck, it had stretched her a little more and she wouldn't feel as full next time, if there was a next time.

She managed to get to her feet, then re-tied her sheet dress, wrinkled, but not stained, thankfully. Her hair was probably an even worse mess than the mayor's, but still she couldn't bring herself to feel anything but last vestiges of afterglow.

"Uh, Charlotte, I, well I wanted to say..." With a bashful look, the mare trailed off.

Despite her clearly protesting legs, she knelt down to get on level with her one-night-stand, "I had one of the best nights of my life last night, thank you." And she hugged the mare gently, but sincerely.

"I... Mmm." Mayor Mare gave in and sank into the embrace, nuzzling at the side of Char's neck, "Thank you, too, I never thought I'd get a chance to do something like that. If you ever need something in the future, just let me know."

Detaching herself and standing up, Char kept her smile as she slid open the door, allowing herself a slightly naughty look over her shoulder, "I'll be sure to 'pay' you in full for any favours, Miss Mayor."

And she snuck out through the office, keeping as quiet as she could in case some other pony was up at this hour too.