[SEQUEL SUNDAY] Anonymous - Sex Bomb pt2

>Day Trauma in Equestria
>Wake up in your office again
>You wince and gently put a hoof to your head
>A bandage envelops your noggin
>Frown and stagger over to the office door
>Limp down the hallway to your secretary's office
>Push open the door
>She's sat behind her own desk filing her hoof
>Does she even do any work around here...?
>Clear your throat
>She looks up and throws the hooffile over her shoulder
>"Hello, Ma'am! How are you feeling?"
Dizzy. Confused. The usual. What happened?
>She smirks
>"You got trampled by half of Ponyville after they jumped onto a straw that Anon was sipping from"
...Huh
>You turn and go to walk out the door, still a bit dazed
>"Wait! Ma'am!"
>Slowly turn back around
>"Are you sure you're ok? You look a bit beaten up"
I was just trampled, Notework. Trampled. Yes I feel beaten up.
>Notework's ears flatten and she looks sympathetically at you
>"Would you like me to walk you home or...?"
No.
>Turn around
>Turn back around
Yes.

1/?

>Notework escorts you out of the Town Hall and towards your house
>She fusses over you
>You just want to ask her one thing
Why am I not in hospital?
>She freezes
>"O-oh. Uhh, well it was easier to patch you up in the Town Hall"
And then leave me on the floor of my office, I see...
>She solemnly looks at the ground as she walks alongside you
>"I'm sorry... Ma'am..."
>Pat her on the back and smile
It's ok, Notework. I've been through worse.
>On the first day of office you had a fight with a bear
>It was the talk of the town for months afterwards
>Tourism profits were boosted by 340%
>It was advised that you fight bears more often, but you declined for obvious reasons
>There weren't that many bears to beat up
>You grin to yourself
>Your younger years were filled with crazy nonsense like fighting bears
>Father was an undercity cage fighter
>Not a very well-known fact, that.
>But he was a good stallion. He raised you well, fought to pay for your education. Supported you every step of the way through law school.
>Sigh
>You missed father at times...
>"Ma'am? Everything alright?"
What? Oh, yes. I'm fine. Just thinking of my younger years.
>Notework laughs softly
>"Younger years, Ma'am?"
Yes... I used to wrestle bears you know!
>"So I've heard, Ma'am. But I was just a filly back then. So I don't really remember."
Psssh. Come now, you're not that young, are you?
>"I'm afraid so, Ma'am. I'm 20."

2/?

>Stare at her
20? Really?
>"Yes, Ma'am"
>Look ahead, the cogs in your head turning
>Your own secretary was just a foal when you were running the town
>Time flies...
>A great sadness fills you as you near your house
>Notework catches onto this
>"Something wrong, Ma'am?"
I...
>Sigh and unlock your door, before stepping inside and turning to face her, still stood outside with a confused look on her face
I feel old, Notework. I'm 47 this year.
>She frowns at you
>"That's not so old, Ma'am. You look good for your age."
>Smile weakly
Thank you, Notework. That means a lot.
>Ponder for a second
Take the rest of the day off. My treat.
>She brightens up
>"Really? Oh, thank you, Ma'am!"
>She turns to leave
Wait! Just uhh. Just one thing, Notework... If you don't mind.
>She faces you again, her face glowing with happiness
>"Anything, Ma'am."
>Take a deep breath
Have you ahh, done anything with Anonymous?
>She gives you a sly grin
>"I might have done, Ma'am. Why do you ask?"
Oh n-no reason. You enjoy the rest of your day, Notework.
>Slam the door shut a little bit too hard

3/?

>Sink to the floor and stare at the hallway rug for a while, thinking.
>When was the last time -you- ever had it off with a stallion?
>Thinking, you can't remember.
>Your daughter was 19 now, and your husband died from Whooping Clop a few months after she was born.
>So that equates to...
>19 years. It's been 19 years since you last got laid.
>It can't have been that long. You've had stallions since then!
>You think back on your life.
>All those drunken work parties
>All those inebriated bouts in your office
>All that time spent-
>You sigh
Alone...
>You drag your hooves upstairs and walk into the bathroom
>A full body mirror is affixed to the wall
>Blink and smush your face with a hoof
>You're not that bad, are you?
>To say that you've been Mayor of the most exciting town in Equestria for the last 15 years, you'd say that you looked pretty good.
>Prod your face again
>Your fur is smooth, and your skin is plushy. Only a couple of stress-related wrinkles can be seen around your eyes, and they're barely noticeable unless you peer closely
>Frown
>Your face scrunches up and more wrinkles appear
>You immediately stop frowning
>Look around, nervously, even though your house is only occupied by you.
>...As it has been for 19 long years
>Focus, Mayor. Don't let those thoughts drag you down. You've led this town through dragons and demi-gods. You can handle your own sex life.

4/?

>You slowly turn and look at your own flanks
>They're quite plump
>Massage one with a hoof
>Look around again
>Look back at the mirror
>Slap it
>Watch as it jiggles a bit
>Smirk
>Yeah, you've still got a great ass after all these years
>You stand before the mirror and look at yourself in the eyes
>You're still hot. You've still got it!
>And just because you've spent the last 19 years getting drunk and masturbating in your office doesn't mean you've lost the knack of picking up stallions!
>You think about who you could focus on
>You don't get out that much, considering all the strictly business work you do
>Practically all of the stallions in town are taken as well, due to the hilariously unbalanced gender ratios in Equestria
>Then who?
>Tap your chin with a hoof, you see your face in the mirror scrunch up in thought
>You can't go for Anonymous... He's slept with everyone.
>Except Fluttershy
>Giggle to yourself
>...
>You and Fluttershy are the only ponies in town he hasn't screwed yet.
>By Luna he's even slept with all the stallions.
>You're not as bad as Fluttershy, are you?
>You think about the mare
>She was a model, and is one of the most beautiful mares in town. So why hasn't Anon slept with her yet? Surely she's... Alluring?

5/?

>Thinking back, you realise just how off-the-wall that pony really is
>You've seen her set herself on fire, dress in latex, smear herself with olive oil, masturbate with a dildo the size of your foreleg in public, and even organise musical numbers
>Yet Anon has never given in
>You admire his tenacity
>So if Fluttershy can do all that, and still not get him, what chance do you have?
>You look at the floor, feeling miserable.
>All you want is to get in the sack with an alien life form who's had more sexual partners than you've had months in office...
>Is that really too much to ask?
>...
>No, you WILL get him.
>You have the style, the resources, the wit, the strength of will-
>You slap your flank again so hard you accidently moan
>And you sure as hell have the body.
>Raise a hoof to the ceiling and proclaim to the heavens
I swear in Celestia's name, I WILL have sex with Anonymous!
>"Good luck, Ms Mayor!"
>You look to the side
>Your window cleaner is grinning at you
>How long as he been there.
>Stare at him
>He grins back toothily, then carries on whistling and smearing soapy water all over your window

6/?

>Later that day, you head back to the office
>You're going to need to plan this out carefully
>Push open your office door and trot over to your trusty desk
>Been here as long as you have, this one.
>Pat it
I'll get him, desk.
>Look towards the framed picture of you and Anon on the wall
I'll get him.
>First of all, his address
>Well you already know where he lives, having gone over there to berate him for damaging the town countless times. So no problems there.
>Next, his habits
>He usually spends all day running around causing trouble or trying to get some extra bits
>If you carefully plant yourself in his path, then lay on the moves, you're sure to have him in the palm of your hoof!
>Do ponies even have palms?
>Doesn't matter. All that matters is Anonymous.
>You giggle at the thought of seduction
>It's been ever so long
>But Anon can't last long against a mare of authority!
>You spend the next 30 minutes plotting and scheming, giggling to yourself and drawing little doodles on tax forms
>You haven't felt this excited in a while
>A knock on the office door snaps you out of your frenzied planning session
>You freeze and stuff all the drawings of you in lewd poses with Anon in the top drawer next to your Gin
>Compose yourself
>You're still the Mayor, dammit. You have to keep up appearances.
Enter?

7/?

>Anon pokes his head around the door
>Oh.
>This was rather unexpected
>"Heey, Mayor. Heard about what happened with the riot. Sorry about that."
>This is it. Time to be suave
>You bat your eyelids at him and bite your lower bit, resting your head on a hoof while looking at him
No problem at all... Anonymous...
>He stares at you
>You maintain the pose
>He looks over his shoulder then back at you
>"Are you ok?"
Of course, just hanging around here, alone in my office... Shame there's no one here to 'assist' me.
>Anon rubs the back of his head
>"Well uhh. Alright then. What do you need help with?"
>YES! HE FELL FOR IT!
>You're on the homestretch, Mayor.
>Grin at him and bat your eyelids again
Ohh, you know... Just some ahh, 'paperwork'.
>He shuffles nervously
>"Sounds reasonable, I guess."
>You're so close! This was so much easier than you thought!
>Nothing could POSSIBLY go wrong now!

8/?

>15 minutes later you and Anonymous are sat side by side filling out taxes and discussing the town's economy
>"I'm just saying, this town could benefit from a better health care system. Ponies are having to pay far too much for simple injuries"
I'll agree that the health care is flawed, but the doctors aren't going to pay themselves. They need that money to live
>"But how much is needed? Doctors are getting paid huge sums of money, money that the people shouldn't have to pay. A health care system where the doctor's next pay-cheque is dependent on their patients getting injured is terrible"
This town has had the same system in place for 9 years, and ponies have never complained to me!
>"Maybe not, but I've seem good ponies shell out way too many bits for broken bones. A simple checkup costs 25 bits! Where's the sense in that? We're just a small town, Mayor. The ponies around here aren't exactly swimming in money."
I'll look over the health care system tonight and get back to you. But I still think it’s fine, as it encourages ponies to be more careful in the workplace so that they don't have to worry about the medical bill!
>"But that doesn't cover unforeseen accidents, Mayor. And they happen a lot. So what's an old pony going to do if he falls downstairs and breaks a hip? He can't be expected to pay for something that wasn't his fault!"
Ahh, but that's where the pensioner fund comes in!
>You both spend the next 2 hours talking and debating about economics
>By the end of it, you agree to reform the health care plan and Anonymous leaves a happy human
>Sigh happily
>Another day, another problem addressed and solved.
>Stare into space and think to yourself for a while in the silence of your office
>Weren't you supposed to be doing something today?
>...
SON OF A B-

9/?

>Day Legal in Equestria
>Yesterday was a trial run. Anonymous is a tougher opponent than expected
>But today you know what you're going to do.
>You haven't run this town for 15 years to be beaten by an ape with a silver tongue!
>March right up to his house
>Bang on the front door
>He opens it, dressed only in boxers and looking pissed off
>"Fuck's sake, Fluttershy, what is it this ti- Oh, Ms Mayor. What can I do for you?"
You... Uhh.
>Crap. What was the plan?
>THINKTHINKTHINK
>TAXES
>YES, PERFECT.
Taxes!
>"What about them."
You uhh, missed your last payment on your house.
>"But I no longer have a mortgage. I paid it all off 4 months ago."
Oh.
>He peers down at you and narrows his eyes
>"Are you alright, Mayor? You seem... off."
>Of course you're not alright.
>You spent all last night in your office getting drunk and pleasuring yourself to the thought of Anon humping you and reciting the Health and Safety act of 1995.
>You blush a little bit
>"You look a bit red, actually. Want to come in?"
Y-yes, please.
>You walk past him and into his house
>He shuts the door behind you and follows you
>Walk into his living room and sit on his sofa
>He leans on the doorway and frowns
>"So what's up?"
Uhhh. I just thought I would umm... Pay you a visit!
>COME ON, MAYOR. YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS! YOU'RE IN HIS HOUSE! PUT ON THE MOVES!
>You stretch out and sprawl yourself across his sofa
I just... Wanted to 'talk'
>Flash him a grin
>He gives you a deadpan look

10/?

>Rub a hoof along your inner flank
>Bob your eyebrows at him, while giving him a half lidded stare
>He cocks his head slightly
>"You're sure you haven't taken anything? No drugs or whatever?"
>How is he so oblivious to your advances?! What kind of intense mental training did this human undergo to become so adept at dismissing a mare of your physique?!
Well... I'm certainly on a drug, Anonymous
>"Called?"
Anonymous.
>He groans
>"Oh my god that was just... Horrible. Has that line EVER worked?"
W-well, why don't you step over here and find out?
>[Writer's note: It's fucking painful envisioning this kind of spaghetti in my head]
>"Just stop, Mayor. Please."
>You close your legs and frown at him
Why? What's wrong?
>"What are you even trying to do?"
I'm...
>You sit up and look away from him
I don't know, Anonymous.
>You clear your throat and get up off the sofa
>Straighten your neck scarf thing
I'm sorry about this little misunderstanding, and hope that we can move past it.
>You extend a hoof
>Anon shakes it
>"Thanks, I guess. You sure you don't want to stay for coffee?"
No no, I'm quite alright.
>You trot out the door and back to the office
>Anon watches you go
>He sighs, and takes note of how shapely your rear is as you go
>"That pony..."
>He looks to the left
>Fluttershy is smiling at him
>She holds up a cucumber and some Vaseline

11/?

>Get back to the office and sit in your seat
>Stare at your hooves
>You're not very good at this whole seduction thing, you'll admit.
>Why are you even bothering? Anonymous isn't just going to kick down the door and rut you on the desk...
>You glance up at the door, a hopeful look on your face
>Nothing happens, and you sigh.
>Reach towards the top drawer and pull out the gin
>Screw looking after the town, you have issues to deal with.
>Before you place the bottle to your lips, your secretary pops her head around the door
>"Ms Mayor? Are you ok?"
>She sees you about to neck an entire bottle of gin
>Slowly put it down and smile at her
Yes, Notework. I'm fine.
>"You don't look fine. You look kinda haggard. Did you get any sleep last night?"
>The area between your legs twitches at the mention of last night
Of course! I suppose it's just one of those days, you know?
>Notework frowns at you
>"Well, Ma'am, if you're sure..."
>She leaves and you reach towards the gin again, gulping down a large amount and slamming the bottle back on the desk
>Get off your chair and walk to the window
>Look out at Ponyville, watching your citizens walk around, happy and sexually satisfied.
>Oh how you envy them
>You feel almost depressed at the recent revelations in your life
>You'd never stopped to think about your sex life since you came into office. It was just booze, your hoof, and those tubes they use to store rolls of parchment in
>Something catches your eye

12/?

>Watch with longing as Anonymous sprints through down, Fluttershy chasing him with a cucumber and a tub of vaseline
>He trips up and goes down
>Watch as Fluttershy smears vaseline all over him and tries to cram the cucumber up his ass
>May as well help the guy out
>You exit the town hall and trot up to the two of them
>Clear your throat
>They both freeze, Fluttershy in the middle of greasing up Anon's bare chest after she tore off he shirt
>"Y-yes?"
Fluttershy. Please leave.
>"No"
I'll rephrase that, leave now, or I'll call the police. As I should have done many times before.
>She squeals and flies off
>You look down at Anonymous, who is naked and covered in slime
>Smile
Want to come with me and clean up?
>"Y-yeah, okay..."
>You help him up and he follows you into the town hall
>You show him the bathroom and he cleans himself up using copious amounts of paper towel
>After a while, you're sat in your office, playing with the bottle of gin and staring at the pictures on the wall
>A knock on the door brings you back to the real world
Come in.
>Anonymous walks in
>"Thanks for the help back there, Mayor. I really appreciate it."
No problem.
>You look back at the pictures. Your gung-ho attitude gone.
>What's the point?
>"So uhh, wanna bang?"
>Nod slowly
Wait. What?

13/?

>Anon is smiling at you
>"Wanna bang? It's the least I could do."
>You gape at him
Seriously?
>"Well yeah, I mean you helped me ou-"
No no no, I was putting on the moves! I did everything right! My body is hot!
>You stand up and slap your ass, looking at him desperately
>He looks back, a bemused expression his face
>"Well no, not really. I don't think "The moves" would even work in a porn flick"
>He chuckles
>"All you needed to do was ask. Everyone else did."
>He motions to the bottle of gin on the desk
>"That helps as well"
>You're just staring at him
But... But Fluttershy! Why haven't you done Fluttershy?!
>He looks back, a cheery look on his face
>"She doesn't wash, Mayor. But I notice that you d-"
>You tackle that human so hard you think you might have broken his rib
>Lock the door
>Pull the curtains shut
>And don't leave the office for the rest of the day
>Several times he tries to escape, but you just drag him back inside the office

>7 hours later
>Anon is led on the floor, staring at the ceiling, a distant look in his eyes
>You sit on his belly and drink from your bottle of gin, wiping your mouth with a hoof
>Look down at the "Sexual Dynamo" who slept with all of Ponyville
>Shrug
>He was ok.
>You'd give him a 7/10 for stamina and managing to keep it up with you.
>Smile and take a swig of gin
>Anon groans again
>"My dick hurts..."
>Chuckle
You still got it, Mayor.

14/14
The End