Town Hall-idays (2025 Mayor Mare Christmas foot story)

 

The crowd of ponies cheered. Party poppers went off, toasts were made. Mares and stallions kissed under the mistletoe hung on the walls. The large flaming heart atop the pine tree flared up, flooding the town hall with warmth and love.

 

In the distance, you could have sworn you picked up a pained howl.

 

Serves them right.

 

The ponies began to file out of the town hall, with many thank-yous given to Mayor Mare for the lovely event for those with nowhere else to go. A bit unfortunate that the mess that had been made was becoming more and more apparent as the room emptied, but as your Mayor's secretary, you intended to clean it all up duteously.

 

Not like YOU had anywhere to go either.

 

When the last pony shuffled their way out into the icy cold outdoors, Mayor Mare closed and locked the door, heaving a huge sigh of relief, a satisfied smile on her face.

 

"And then there were two..." she said. "Anonymous, dear, thank you. None of this would have been possible without your expertise. The wrapping of presents, the lighting, the treats! This old mare couldn't handle even half of it!"

 

You shook your head, shrugging. "Oh, it was nothing, Mayor. And...old? Come now, don't sell yourself short. Political paperwork is no joke. I mean, that's why you brought me on board, right?"

 

A soft redness began to fill the face of your boss. "Ohhhh, Anonymous. Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear. Though, I'm a little unsure if it'd get you through the blizzard to make it home...Still, you can't let a silly storm keep you from your home, your family, right?"

 

And then the politician suddenly realised she slipped up.

 

"No no, Anonymous, I didn't mean it like..." she started.

 

You sat on one of the plastic chairs and helped yourself to a leftover cupcake, your thoughts turning to your folks and whether or not they assume you've kicked the bucket. "Nah...it's alright. I'm a little sad, sure, but I guess for me, falling into dimensional tears is a way of life. I can't really go home."

 

"But on a day like this? Don't you have anyone at all to spend such a night with?" she asked, sadly, placing one of her hands on your shoulder.

 

Leaning back and relaxing yourself at your boss's kind words, you shook your head. "Well, I'm sure you noticed by now how I never take days off. I'm always working overtime. I really don't have too much of a social life outside the office."

 

She sighed and sat next to you, sipping a cup of mulled cider in silence.

 

"Wait, what are you even still doing here yourself? Don't you have family you have to get home to at least?" you asked. "Sorry, it's just that all this time I've been here, and I never asked anything personal about my superior."

 

Mayor Mare frowned, putting down her cup of cider. "Anon, dear, a Mayor's work is never done."

 

"Are you sure it's because of work, and not...?"

 

"Oh, who am I kidding, Anon, dear. I'm far too old to still have any family around. I'd go and spend the holiday with Chif-Sorry, I mean, Mrs. Cake, but they have their little ones to deal with. I just planned to spend the night here and get ahead with my work..." she said, her head in her hands.

 

You scooted closer to your boss, shaking your head sadly. "Looks like we're in the same boat, huh? No family, barely any friends? But seriously, Mayor, you worked yourself to the bone for this event. You kept things running smoothly for all Hearth's Warming Eve. Surely you deserve to enjoy it a little?"

 

She leaned back in her chair, giving you a weak smile. "Anon, dear, it sounds like you have an idea."

 

"Do you...want to spend the holidays together? Since we're both alone?" you proposed, cautiously. "I promise I'll still be your helpful secretary the whole way through."

 

The mayor's frown turned upside down, as she indulged you in the little side-hug she gave whenever you did a good job. You loved it more than you'd care to admit, but you're not quite sure how something like that would look in the tabloids.

 

"Really...? With me? I mean...Anon, dear, I would love nothing more than to have company for Hearth's Warming," she replied, "It's...rather chilly out there."

 

Gladdened at your Mayor's response, you stood up out of your seat and offered her your hand. "Then what are we waiting for? We have the whole town hall to ourselves. And I agree, it certainly IS quite the night to bundle up."

 

She closed her eyes and looked down for a moment, but then reached up and took your hand to stand up herself. "Anon, dear, your hands are so warm on these old bones..."

 

You laughed and squeezed it tighter in response. "Again with this old stuff. Where are the wrinkles? The crow's feet? The creakiness? You and I both know you don't wear makeup. You're one hundred percent naturally beautiful."

 

Mayor Mare cleared her throat, unable to meet your eyes. She was, consciously or subconsciously, checking her mane, as well as the rest of her body in that festive red and white dress of hers. But you could see it in her expression. The schoolfilly-like giddiness. The pride she was taking in your words.

 

"Anonymous," she replied, barely able to contain her high spirits, "What did I ever do to deserve you literally falling out of the sky to come meet me?"

 

Locking your fingers with your Mayor's, you chose your words carefully, but uttered them with confidence. "Miss Mayor, I'm left just as in the dark as you are, but at least I'm able to spend time in the presence of the only real light in my life now."

 

By the open-jawed, surprised expression on your superior's face, and the rosy cheeks of hers, you were reassured that for once in your life, you managed to say the right thing.

 

"Anon...dear," your boss said, recovering from her little shock and loosening her little necktie, "My office. Do you feel like...bundling up in there? I have blankets."

 

Just when you thought you knew your superior in her entirety.

 

"Blankets? In your office?" you said, slightly amused.

 

"Do you see any roaring fireplaces in here, Anon, darling? We have the system, but I can't squander Ponyville's tax bits on central heating here."

 

Not wanting a potential scandal for overspending on your Mayor's plate, you just smiled and nodded, without letting go of her hand. "Alright, I get it. Come, Mayor, let's go get you warm and cozy."

 

You led the way to the Mayor's dark office with her in tow. You were promptly hit by the smell of old metal filing cabinets, combined with the aroma of fresh parchment. A scent you'd grown quite used to, and fond of, over the time you'd been in Ponyville.

 

While Mayor Mare was lighting a couple of candles, and then taking two large woollen blankets out of one of the cabinets, you suddenly heard the distinct sound of the wind outside picking up, along with the gentle creaking sound of the old building being pummelled by said frigid gales.

 

The temperature in the room began to drop, further and further. Even you, who was blessed with the blood (and body) of a winterzilla began to shiver, thanking Faust when your Mayor brought over one of her blankets for you.

 

"Brrr, sounds like the storm's getting stronger! Maybe I misread the pegasi's forecast..." Mayor Mare said, pulling up an extra chair to her large wooden desk. "Come on, Anonymous! Before you catch a cold!"

 

You happily took the blanket, wrapping it around yourself and sitting next to your Mayor, who had her blanket tightly held around her delicate body.

 

"My apologies, dear. I hope I lit enough candles to get some heat, at least," she said, bringing the edge of her blanket over her muzzle.

 

Truth be told, you had been quite chilly yourself for some time. The candles were doing precious little to shield one from such bitterly cold air, let alone two. At least the blanket was doing well. You tightened up the grip of the woollen blanket around yourself, sighing and closing your eyes.

 

For some time, the only things audible to you were the steady, soft breaths of your Mayor, and the sound of the raging storm outside. You allowed yourself to smile and sink further into your chair, just enjoying the moment in the dimly lit room.

 

From your side, you heard Mayor Mare's high heels that she was always wearing, rain or snow, fall to the floor off her feet. You opened one eye and looked over at her to see what was up, noticing that her blanketed feet were propped up on her desk, the toes visibly curling below the wool.

 

Soon, you felt your boss tap you on the shoulder, and you gave her your full and undivided attention, as a good secretary should. "Anonymous, darling, would you be ok with fetching my fuzzy socks for me, please? I know it's quite cold, but your body heat is much stronger than my feet."

 

"Oh, yes, of course, Mayor...right away," you said, with ever so slightly too much enthusiasm. Tossing your blanket off and exposing yourself to the windigo breath that could barely qualify as 'air', you marched over to Mayor Mare's massive filing cabinets. "I assume they're in one of these drawers, too...?"

 

Your Mayor crossed her blanketed feet over one another, the indication of them visibly rubbing together for warmth becoming apparent. "Yes. Row three, cabinet H. All the way to the right."

 

Cabinet H. You didn't remember ever going in that specific one, but you did see your Mayor pulling the blankets from the drawer below. Not wanting to keep your superior's feet waiting any longer, you opened up the drawer and retrieved a pair of thick pink fuzzy socks, with snowflakes stitched into the ankle areas.

 

You made your way back to your Mayor, and sat next to her once again, offering her the socks. "Did you choose your natural mane colour on purpose? These would suit you," you chuckled.

 

Mayor Mare gently batted at your arm, giggling. "Dear, you KNOW you're never supposed to mention my secret here at work!"

 

"Sorry, sorry," you sheepishly said, scratching the back of your head and placing the socks in her hands, "No more mentioning that which shall never be named."

 

"I will accept your sincere apology, Anon, darling, IF you'd be kind enough to trouble yourself to put my socks on for me," she said, curling her toes beneath the wool and handing her socks back to you, "It's far too cold out there for my delicate constitution."

 

That got your attention right away. "Put your...socks on for you? Are you sure?"

 

"Would you, darling? When I was a little filly, my mother would always put my softest, fuzziest socks on, and bring me earl grey tea, when I stayed home from school, sick in bed. I would always snuggle up, dreaming about sitting in the Gift Givers' laps, telling them everything I wanted for Hearth's Warming..." she explained, an expression that longed for days gone by on her face.

 

Cautiously, you nodded at your Mayor's request, peeling back the blanket. Her coffee-hued feet immediately began to rub themselves together once again, exposed to the freezing air and the flickering light of the candles.

 

Sitting on top of her desk, taking things rather slow when you know you should not have been, you at last got to place your hands on Mayor Mare's extremely soft feet, your fingers gently digging into the soft arches. Predictably, the curvy, appealing soles were absolutely freezing.

 

"Oh...I can certainly feel it, Mayor..." you murmured, more to yourself than to her. Her toes scrunched tightly, splaying outwards while her feet continued to rub together in your grasp.

 

As you lifted both of her perfectly-sculpted feet onto one of your legs, perhaps enjoying the view of her chilly soles a little too much, your Mayor cleared her throat, looking up at where your eyes were, how unintentionally sensual your hands were being with them.

 

"While I do very much appreciate the warmth and touch of your hands, dear, perhaps you'd instead prefer to put my socks on?" she asked, pointing with her big toe to the pink socks.

 

"You...you do?" you responded, telling both your beating heart and your hands to be still.

 

The Mayor blushed, barely visible in the dim lighting. The two of you stared into one another's eyes, until your own wandered downwards once again to her feet in your hands.

 

"Anonymous, if it's not an issue on your end...I would actually prefer you to warm them yourself. I cannot demand something like that of you, but..." she trailed off.

 

Since she asked so nicely...

 

Reluctantly releasing the objects of affection from your hands, you made your way back to your comfortable chair, scooting it closer to Mayor Mare, and pointed to an area in your blanketed lap. "Mayor, please. I'm here for you, to see to your every need. You think I'm the best thing for your pretty feet? Then that's what I'll be."

 

With a flustered giggle and eyes drawn to your lap, your superior pulled her feet off her desk, crossing her legs and laid her angel-soft feet directly on the area you pointed out. Her toes curled tightly, and were met by the grasp of your rather eager fingers. "Pretty? Oh, Anon, you're making me think it's Hearts and Hooves Day!"

 

"Not JUST pretty, Mayor..." you began, deciding you'd go further than just holding them. You began to rub. Your thumbs carefully pressed into her heels, each foot occupied by one hand.

 

"Soft..." you continued, inching your hands upwards towards the centres, where the sole yielded the most. You applied extra pressure to such delicate areas, working the tension out from earlier in the night.

 

Mayor Mare, on the other hand, began to lose her awkwardness, her tension. You noticed that her eyes were closed once again, and her body was much less tense.

 

"Silky..." you murmured, holding her right foot by the back, running the back of your other hand up and down the curve of her coffee-coloured sole with such ease. You didn't think there existed a smoother surface.

 

Your superior readjusted herself, humming in delight as her feet steadily became warmer to the touch.

 

"And the toes of an alicorn," you finished, locking your fingers between each digit. You felt them curl in your grasp, Mayor Mare pushing her feet forward to you ever so slightly as she rested her head in her hand.

 

You continued to lovingly massage her feet, much to your Mayor's delight. The massage then eased in strength, giving way to simple stroking, but with no less focus involved. It slowly became difficult to think of anything but the way they looked in your grasp, how they consistently rubbed against each other, encased in her heels or otherwise, how well your Mayor kept them.

 

With how deeply your gaze was fixated on the tender surfaces, you had realised just how hard you'd fallen for them. For the mare herself too, you supposed.

 

What you didn't realise in the moment was your superior staring at you curiously, outside your field of vision. That was, until you felt one of her sufficiently-warmed soles slide down out of your hands, and press down into the blanket between your legs.

 

You didn't realise how much the blanket was bulging until that very moment, and you let out a soft gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure.

 

The two of you stared at each other in silence for a moment, until Mayor Mare's bare foot began to move back and forth against the bulge. Slowly. Deliberately.

 

"So...all that gushing earlier...was not just you being...polite, Anon, dear...?" the unfathomably beautiful Mayor before you said.

 

"I...I..." you stammered, but all you were able to do in that moment was rest a hand on the top of her left foot, while her right pushed even further between your legs.

 

"As you remember, Anonymous," Mayor Mare began, in almost a sing-song kind of voice, "When I was a little filly...I'd always wanted to get in the Gift Givers' laps, and tell them what I wanted for Hearth's Warming, and I never really got the chance..."

 

She pulled your blanket down your legs, using the grip of her toes, until it fell off your lap. Her other foot slid right up between your legs and more firmly pushed against the straining tent in your pants.

 

"I guess your lap will have to do," she giggled.

 

As her curvy coffee sole steadily ground back and forth against the fabric, a sticky spot appearing at the peak of the bulge, you gasped out, "Mayor...you'd let me...you know...?"

 

While the ache and the tightness between your legs continually increased, your Mayor opened up a drawer in her desk, taking out a bunch of familiar-looking white berries and leaves. She placed the plant between her big and second toes on her free foot, raising the bottom of her foot to an inch away from your heated face.

 

Mistletoe.

 

"You know the rules, Anon, darling...I might let you, if you give me a kiss first..." she said, her hands already reaching for your button and zipper. Your superior pivoted her foot back and forth, the mistletoe attached shaking slightly.

 

Her hypnotic motions were working on you. Her foot was calling out for affection, and you weren't one to disregard the rules of the mistletoe.

 

And thus, while your Mayor pulled off your slacks as well as what was underneath, exposing your legs to the frigid air, you leaned down and closed your eyes. You laid your lips, politely and respectfully, atop her warmed up foot. Peppering it with kisses and causing Mayor Mare to bite her lip to keep from squirming, you steadily made your way from the top of her foot towards the bottom, the lusciously curvy sole.

 

You heard your superior let out an audible "Oh!" as you locked lips with her arch. Unable to help yourself, you decided that holding back and being gentle was no longer in the cards. Thus, your tongue firmly swirled in circles around the tender centre of her sole, and you were rewarded with a strained chortle as well as her other foot weighing down on your twitching cock.

 

Letting out a moan of extreme pleasure, which was barely audible against the smooth skin of your Mayor's sole, you greedily and hungrily began to drag your tongue from her heel to her toes. Over and over, you lapped at the bottom of her beautiful foot, leaving a kiss on each toe every time you made your way up there.

 

"Dear, I ahahasked for just a kiss...p-please, be careful!" Mayor Mare stuttered through brief bouts of laughter. She responded to your ferocity by pressing her soft sole directly on your tip, holding your member between two of her toes. Her sole dragged all the way down to the base, your precum making the motion smooth, slick.

 

As Mayor Mare dragged her big toe back upwards on your length, teasing your tip ever so gently, you grabbed her foot with both hands and opened up wide, engulfing each and every one of her toes between your lips. You could tell your boss was becoming a little shaky when your tongue started to lavish each toe space with attention, but you knew her better than to give up in the face of hardship.

 

And in regards to hardship, all of her toes were grasping onto your shaft tightly. Clever as your Mayor always was, she chose carefully when and where to pump you in that fashion, not missing a drop of the pearlescent liquid leaking onto each digit. lt had become spectacularly clear that she knew how to properly, and maddeningly slowly, work you over. Each time all five of her toes squeezed your member, ran up to the tip and down to the hilt, was spreading the fluid evenly.

 

Just as you were losing oxygen to your brain from making out with her slickened, shiny sole for too long, you felt her slide it out of your grasp. You could see the glint of your passionate session all over her curvy sole, as well as just a hint of her sweat from the ticklishness of it all.

 

Tossing the mistletoe to the side, Mayor Mare gave you a sultry, playful grin. Before you could protest the loss of the exquisite flavour and smooth texture on your tongue, you felt the bottom of your superior's foot ever so slowly drag its way down your chest, your stomach...and just to the right position for your cock to be tightly sandwiched between her well-loved soles.

 

"Shh, Anon. Just sit back. Let me make this the best Hearth's Warming Eve for you, ever," your Mayor quietly whispered.

 

Your whole body was heating up, completely disregarding the terrible cold the storm outside was bringing. You could barely bring yourself to endure the moment that Mayor Mare's soles began to glide easily, in tandem, up and down your member.

 

Your eyes weren't able to focus on the beautiful face of your superior. All you could think about, all you were able to see, were the hypnotic, expertly-smooth motions of her feet moving up and down your shaft. When they moved up, the tip would be squished gently between the arches. When they moved down, she would move them in circles, as if pedaling a bicycle, thereby squeezing you more tightly and driving you closer and closer to the edge.

 

As Mayor Mare's feet pulled backwards, all ten of her flexible toes grabbing onto your member and causing you to lean your head back in barely-contained bliss, she leaned in and murmured, "Go ahead, Anon, darling. I love you. Happy Hearth's Warming."

 

The snug embrace of her curved arches swiftly returned to your aching shaft, squeezing you more tightly than ever before. Combined with the slickness of both of her soles, her effortless, skilled footjob became too much for you to handle.

 

Your hips involuntarily bucked, your hands rested on the tops of your loving Mayor's perfectly shapely feet. Grunting in a haze of heavenly pleasure, your first spurt landed on the side of her left foot. Another on her right big toe, lewdly leaking down to her other four. The extremely soft space between her soles became victims of the third, the fourth, the fifth...which went on until both of your superior's amazing feet were dripping white down every inch.

 

At last, you were spent, more so than you had ever thought possible. Mayor Mare could definitely see the weakness on your face, and to say she looked proud of herself would have been an understatement. Gently, she rubbed her oozing, white-splattered feet together for you to enjoy, curling and splaying her toes with a smile on her face.

 

Licking her lips, your loving Mayor giggled and scooted herself over from her own chair into yours, abandoning her own blanket in favour of joining you in yours. She picked up the warm woolly blanket off the floor, bundling both of you up tightly.

 

You felt...warm. Not just physically. You felt it in your soul.

 

"Anon, dear...I got everything I wanted this Hearth's Warming Eve," she said, softly, leaning her head on your shoulder. You could smell the strawberry shampoo she used. You could feel the softness of her mane. You could even spy a brief hint of pink, when your hand travelled up her body and fingers combed through.

 

To say you felt happy with what you got this most wonderful of nights would not be enough.

 

"I...Thank you, Mayor Mare. I...hope your feet are nice and toasty now," you panted, "I had nothing on my list this year. But what I got...I got to have...that," you laughed softly.

 

Your Mayor kissed your neck in response, both of her arms wrapped around you.

 

"I got someone to spend the night with," you continued, regaining your bearings and wrapping your arms around her in turn, "But most of all...I got someone who loves me."

 

The two of you then closed your eyes, buried within the blankets and simply enjoying one anothers' company.

 

"I don't think I'll ever ask you to fetch my fuzzy socks again," Mayor Mare asked, giggling while her messy soles rubbed together.

 

You happily tossed the pink socks away, weakly grinning at the thought of your new, more...intimate responsibility to your Mayor. Your thoughts of finding a way home, your troubles, were soon to be out of sight, lost in the joy of this Hearth's Warming Eve.