Mayor Mare and Anonymous

>Thursday
>Be Mayor Mare
>Be incredibly fudging stressed
>Be this insane town's only hope to prevent it from descending into absolute chaos and turmoil
>Honestly, the amount of nonsense that happens here is ridiculous
>You're starting to think you only keep getting re-elected because no one wants to handle this position
>But there's one special thing that makes it all worth it
>A sweet little green-faced creature called Anonymous
>"Miss Mayor?"
>When he arrived here, he had no idea what was happening, he was so timid
>So vulnerable
>He was obviously young and impressionable, too, considering this general demeanor, although you don't know much about his kind's aging process
>With a body like his, though, you had a hard time believing he's even fully grown
>And because of this, you decided to give him a job to support himself and maybe build some self confidence in your world
>"M- uh- Miss Mayor?"
>Miss Mayor
>Adorable
>No one else calls you that but him
>And you like it so much, you figure you'll make sure it stays that way

>"Miss mayor?"
Oh! Ah... Hm? What do you need?
>"You called me in here, your office...?"
Oh, yes. I sure did! This is my office..
>You are so smooth that you could grease a baking pan with your ass
>"...Yes, it's a, um, nice office."
>Oh man you are nailing it
I... ah, needed you to get something out of that file cabinet behind you, Anonymous.
>"...You needed me for that?"
Uh, yes. I've been a bit tired lately from the workload an--
>"Oh goodness, Miss Mayor, you can't overwork yourself so hard! You're so important to this town and me an-"
Anonymous, I'm fine, just search for the V-505 documents near the bottom.
>"Y-yes, Ma'am.."
>As Anon complies, you can only internally squeal at how the little sugarlump just said that you're important to him
>And now for a little show to go with your dinner of sweetness, you get to scope anon's choipce ASS as he searches for a file that doesn't exist in the lowest part of your legendary, disorganized, giant file cabinet: "The Catacombs"
>He'd move his butt left
>He'd wiggle tush right
>He'd shift his pelvis in ways that make you think he's doing some kind of softcore photoshoot
>You grin and bite you lower lip
>"I can't seem to find it."
>He shifts his tight ass again
>You slide your tongue across your upper teeth
Oh, it by all rights should be in here, just keep looking.
>At this point, you're lightly touching yourself
>Not masturbating
>just
>lightly touching and massaging the area around your genitals
>"Um, are you sure, Miss Mayor?"
>God you love it when he says that
Oh yeah.. Just search a little bit more, I THINK it's in there.
>You'd like SOMETHING in THERE if you know what you mean
>"I'm RIGHT in 'V' here, and I don't see what I need.."
>Him and you both
>You're almost over the edge when he stands up and turns around
>You whip your hoof away from your lower half so fast it smashes against the underside of your desk
>Fight through the pain, old girl
Gnch! Well! I guess I was wrong.
>You grin sheepishly
>Anon only looks confused, but also understanding
>"Ookay, Miss Mayor. If you need anything else, I'll be at the front desk."
>He smiles softly as he turns and exits your office
>Naturally you take that last chance to check out his butt
>He makes you feel like a young filly again

>Friday
>You slept like a log
>You might need to burn your mattress
>But that's not important right now
>What IS important is that you died your hair a little bit pinker like it used to be
>And you were finally going to make your move on that alien monkey man from another dimension
>You do your mane especially careful today, it's gotta be perfect
>An itty bitty spritz of your best perfume, it's sweet, which you heard stallions like, and you're off
>You trot with a bounce in your step to city hall, where your office is located
>You make sure to be late, so that Anonymous is sitting in front row as to see you make your beautiful and triumphant entrance
>And enter you do
>You swing the door open and strike a pose to accentuate yourself to the world
>"Good morning, Miss Mayor."
>..You were sort of hoping for more of a response, but can't let that slip up your cougar game
How are you this morning, Anon?
>He's taken aback the slightest bit at your abbreviated usage of his name
"I'm good,thank you. And yourself?"
I'm at 100% myself.
"That's good to hear. Well, I'll let you get to work."
>Okay that went luke warm
>But that's okay! You got a few more tricks up your non-existant sleeve.
>The rest of the day is filled with extended eye contact when you get the chance, brushing against him when you walk past, wiggling your ass when you walk by, and various playful flirting
>To absolutely no avail
>And now it's at the end of the work day on a friday and you haven't so much as gotten a single sign out of Anonymous
>Your last resort is now initializing as you both gear up to head out
Alright, TCIF, huh Anonymous? Got any plans for the weekend?
>"No, not really."
Would you like to be a part of mine?
>You are smashing open a can of your A-game here
>You crack your slyest smile
>Half lid your eyes and and look him in his
>Make the tone in your voice ever-so-slightly seductive
>Angle your face so that your good side shows to him
>Now we can only wait for him to say that magic word
>"Uhm, no, thank you though."
...
>...
>"Well, bye, Miss Mayor, see you Monday."
>PANIC
>This was supposed to go differently!
>This wasn't the happy ending you deserved
>This was supposed to be an awkward romcom about our intrepid heroine finally getting some dick
>This isn't fair
>You can't let it happen this way
Anonymous!
>You grab his long leg as he attempts to escape the awkwardness through the front office door
Please! Just a cup of coffee at my place or something!
>"N-no, I'm fine with a weekend alone, Miss Mayor!"
>Your penis hunger is getting in the way of your better judgement at this point
>He's trying his best not to make you feel embarassed, while also trying to shuffle his way toward the door with his mayoral ankle-bracelet
>His softness to you only makes the whole scenario sting moreso
>You understand how he feels and let go of him.
>"I-I'll, um... Bye, Miss Mayor!"
>That name only hurts now
>He darts out and shuts the door behind him, and you're left behind, in the office, in a puddle of your own shame and self-pity
>Of course he'd refuse, what were you thinking!? You're old and it must show, even to such a foreign being like Anon.
>Your eyes grow misty
>You're just one of those mares that had and squandered their chance at love long ago
>You curl up into a little ball, you barely feel the strength to make it back to your own house
>Despite that, you manage to lock up and make it home
>You don't have enough wine and tissues for the weekend

>Monday
>The clock resets and you're back in your honorable municipal seat stamping your signature on a bunch of land deeds or other
>You look like you've been drinking and crying all weekend
>Which you have
>You didn't really feel like putting forth a lot of effort toward your physical appearance this morning, either
>Hair's a mess, and makeup was just slapped on
>You hear the door open and shut, signaling Anonymous' arrival
>"Good morning, Miss Mayor."
Mm.
>"..."
>You can't see from your office, but he's probably fidgeting around like he normally does in tense situations
>He walks into your office doorway
>"C-can I get you anything, Miss Mayor? Some Coffee?"
>His body language is frailer than usual
I'll call you if I do.
>you don't even give him a glance up from your work as you say that
>"..."
>You continue with the stamping
>"..About Friday.."
>You try to play it cool but your ears flatten slightly like a scolded child at the mere thought of what happened
There's nothing to say about friday.
>"I'm still sorry I reacted that way.."
It's fine, Anonymous.
>"It just felt weird with the way I feel about you."
>You stop stamping
>Your eyes widen
>THAT piques your interest
>For the first time this morning, you look up directly at Anonymous
>"I mean, since I got here, you've been like a mother to me and youuuuvvvvue;lajksdf--..."
>You've been like a mother to me
>like a mother to me
>a mother
>MOTHER
>You hear nothing but radio static and that horrible word
>You feel like you just swallowed a mouthful of broken glass
>"Miss Mayor!?"
Wha- hm?
>You awake from your momentary trance to see that you have smashed your inkwell under your hoof, ink is everywhere
>You look down and briefly before going back to staring wide-eyed at Anonymous
>He looks more concerned now than he ever has
>Of course he would
>any colt would be concerned about his MOTHER in this situation
>You compose yourself despite it all
..You know, I think I will take that cup of coffee, Nonny.
>You bear a warm smile at him, your overt calmness is creepy at this point
>He slowly leaves before gunning it to the breakroom
>You patiently wait with your smile while processing being Mommy-zoned

>Anonymous returns minutes later with your coffee, just the way you liked it
>"Here you go, ma'am.."
>He gently places it in front of you
>You serenely look at him
Thank you, Anon.
>"Do you want anything else, Miss Mayor?"
No, everything's perfect.
>He nods and quietly turns to leave
>One step
>Two steps
>Three steps
>Four steps
Anonymous.
>He turns again
This coffee tastes very strange.
>"It does? I didn't do anything different this time."
Taste it yourself, I need to see if this problem is with me.
>He pauses as if considering making the situation awkward again by refusing
>Anonymous chooses the path of least resistance and complies
>He lifts the cup to his lips, sips the coffee, and tastes very attentively
>"Hm. It does taste a little funny. But that's strange, I didn't put anything into it."
>He stares up into space and then shakes his head
>"..May I sit down.?"
Of course.
>He seats himself in one of your visitor chairs in front of your desk
>"...I.. shink thur wuz shomething.. in the coffeeee..."
>You rise off of your own seat and approach Anonymous
>"Missss muhyur.. Do youhh need shomething?"
>You climb up onto his lap and straddle him
>The kid is definitely out of it.
>Good thing you slipped some powerful male enhancement drug in that coffee too
Oh why yes, Anonymous, I needs your help with a few things.
>"hmyess miss mare...?"

Firstly, call me mommy.