Collab Cage Mini-Monthly May (A) -- Fiery Hearts and Sensual Stories

Written by: Admiral Biscuit
Contains: M/F, SexDerpy sighed, hanging her hooves over the edge of a cloud. School had been out all week, and she was bored. She was used to the normal bustle of Cloudsdale, but her parents had been sent to Ponyville to supplement the local weather patrol. It wasn’t unexpected—she’d moved around a few times already as a filly—but it was still annoying. She’d quickly made friends here, although she’d been teased a few times at school because of her eyes and because she was a year behind the other ponies. The new Ponyville school teacher seemed to feel that everypony should know all about Equestrian history, but Derpy didn’t really think like the Ponic Wars were worth remembering and had a hard time paying attention in class, especially since she’d graduate in a few short months.

The ponies had just finished Winter Wrap-Up, and although she’d been looking forward to participating since she was a little filly, she’d found herself unable to focus at all. She’d been on a team with a group of younger fillies—most of them just barely flying—and their instructor had muttered something about herding cats. Nevertheless, they managed to eventually clear their assigned patch of sky, grouping the clouds and handing them off to the experienced pegasi on the weather team.

At first, the feeling of bucking a cloud apart had been thrilling, but the excitement had quickly worn off into tedium. She was a pretty strong flier, but she’d had to slow her pace to avoid leaving the younger pegasi behind. Her attention had been drawn to a unicorn stallion on the ground, who was patiently drawing a plow. Derpy’d never really paid much attention to stallions before, but there was something about the way his muscles moved that caught her eye. She’d seen the sweat glistening on his coat and found herself admiring his tenacity. Everypony knew that unicorns weren’t really strong enough for farm labor, yet there he was....

She flexed her wings. They were aching, which she attributed to her long periods of flight yesterday. It still seemed odd, since she spent a lot of time in the air. Her father had told her that if she wanted to be a good flyer that she had to practice all the time—but she remembered that her teacher had told her that working clouds drew on a pegasus’ magic, so maybe that was why she was so tired. She felt hot and achey, too. Maybe she was coming down with feather flu.

She flicked her tail impatiently. It wouldn’t hurt to glide for a bit. She could fly towards the lake, maybe roll around in the shallows a little bit and relax her muscles.

She wasn’t the only pony with that thought in mind. There were dozens of fillies and colts sunning themselves on the beach under the watchful eyes of their mothers, and a few brave souls splashed each other in the shallows. She wondered why there weren’t more ponies in the water—until she belly-flopped in herself. Too late, she remembered that the lake had been covered in ice until yesterday, and the water had hardly warmed above the freezing point. With a startled yelp, she jumped back out of the water, earning her a few chuckles from the beach.

Derpy flopped down on the sand, holding her wings out to dry, and settled on ponywatching. She was unsurprised to feel the eyes of the other ponies on her—there weren’t any other pegasi on the beach. In fact, it seemed an exclusive earth pony enclave. Seeing a couple of adults whispering to each other after her show, her ears reddened, but she didn’t let that stop her from preening. Let them gossip. They might as well get used to pegasi. I’m going to spend a lot of my free time at this beach.

Finally, off to the side, she noticed a trio of unicorns come down to the beach. The mare looked kind of familiar—she was a bright lemon-yellow with three blue gems as a cutie mark. Derpy was sure she’d seen her around before.

She was accompanied by two unicorn stallions, one walking right next to her, while the second—the one she’d been watching plow—trailed behind. He was a beautiful steel blue color. A gloriously curly grey and white mane flowed down his back, like foam on a wave. She couldn’t help watching as he moved around the beach, the muscles in his rump and withers flexing as he walked.

The couple sat down on the beach side-by-side and began rubbing noses. Her unicorn paced around, trying to ignore the other two. He said something to the other stallion, and then slowly trudged off the beach, back in the direction of Ponyville. She watched him slowly walk away—and it was a sight worth watching. She’d never really paid attention to how a stallion’s hindquarters swayed when he walked, with the tail swishing in a countermotion. She licked her lips. She was getting really hot on the beach and needed to find some shade, or something.

She followed him towards town. Normally, she would have been admiring the newly-budding trees, or listening to the birds—spirit cousins to the pegasi. Not today. Derpy found herself wondering where the unicorn lived, what he did, what his name was. He had an hourglass cutie mark, but what did that mean?

Lost in her thoughts, she went around a bend in the road and discovered he had vanished.

Frustrated, she took wing, searching for a sign of the stallion. There weren’t any houses around her. so where had he gone?

She finally found him sitting under a willow tree. Derpy circled around before landing behind the stallion. He tilted his muzzle up in the air as she approached, flicking an ear in her direction. When he turned and saw her, he looked quite interested.

“Hi, my name’s Ditzy but everypony calls me Derpy ‘cause I run into stuff a lot because of my eyes,” she began brightly. She’d always been a friendly pony. “I saw you plowing a field a couple of days ago, then I saw you at the beach. I don’t see too many unicorns around here.” She paused in thought. Sometimes, ponies didn’t like a whole lot of conversation all at once, but he still seemed interested.

“I was kind of heading into town, because it was too hot at the beach. Which is funny because it’s so early in the spring. I saw you were, too, but then you went off the path and I found you here. What are you doing here?” She shifted around on her hooves. Her skin felt all tingly, like when she got too close to a cloud that had lightning in it.

“I—um—I came here to relax.” He looked at her flank curiously. She proudly wiggled it for him, showing off her relatively new cutie mark. It had appeared just before her last growth spurt. She’d come up with a clever explanation to her parents—which she’d since forgotten—but the truth was she had just been soaring around on thermals, feeling the gentle play of air currents around her, when she suddenly felt a warm sensation on her hips, and there it was. Too many ponies put too much faith in them anyways, thinking they were some kind of destiny or something. Who cared if she had bubbles on her butt, or something else? She was who she was, and no mark was going to change that.

“Mmm, me too.” She moved closer to him. There was something about him that was almost magnetic. Maybe it was the way that his eyes kept running over her body. Nopony had ever looked at her with such—such interest before.

“You’re cute.” Derpy nuzzled his cheek, which earned a slight cough from him. He seemed tense. “You smell nice, too,” she added.

He shifted away from her, moving a few steps back. “Don’t you think you’re being a little forward?”

She swished her tail back and forth impatiently. “Nope, I don’t think so.” Celestia, it was hot. She felt like she was burning up. She wondered if she should fly back to the lake again. Still, she’d rather stay here. With him. He was sweating a little, too, she noticed. “Are you all right?”

“I—maybe I should—I don’t know if now is a good time.” He was awkwardly backing away from her, which was not what she wanted.

“It does seem hot,” Derpy conceded, moving towards him. “But I like being here with you. I like it a lot.”

“It’s just—I . . . ” his voice trailed off, and she noticed that he was blushing.

“There’s nothing to be scared of.” She reached a wing out and gently bumped the tip of his nose. “I won’t hurt you.”

“That’s not what . . . oh, to Tartarus with it.” He leaned forward and kissed her.

Derpy felt her face flush. She hadn’t kissed a stallion before, but it felt . . . really good. It felt like such a perfect thing to be doing, out here in the woods, where they were all alone.

He finally broke the kiss and stepped back, hanging his head as if he were ashamed. She suddenly noticed that he was unsheathed. She unconsciously licked her lips. “Do you have to pee? That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. There’s nopony else here to—um.” His face turned even redder when he realized she was staring.

She felt a flash of heat pass through her body. It was as if the temperature had just shot up a couple of dozen degrees. Her tail just wouldn’t stay still, and now her ears were twitching, too.

“I just want . . . " She looked at him, licking her lips again. “I want you. Now.”

“Are you—are you serious?” He looked uncomfortable.

Familiar sensations were filling her mind. Before, they’d been something she could take care of herself, with a hoof or—if she was feeling particularly adventurous—a wingtip. This time, that wasn’t going to do. Her whole body was crying out for this stallion.

She lifted her tail and wiggled her rump a little. She’d heard the older fillies say that this drove stallions wild, although she couldn’t imagine why. It wasn’t like she’d never seen—well, those parts—on another mare, and it hadn’t done anything for her.

But maybe they knew something she didn’t, because aside from a short flicker of indecision on his face, he came trotting right over, his penis bouncing around stiffly.

She’d heard gossip about how much stallions liked it when mares used their mouths, but she wasn’t really sure how to go about doing it. Should she kiss the tip? Lick it? She could put it in her mouth—she was pretty sure she’d heard Sassaflash say something about that—but he’d have to lie on his back, and what if he didn’t like it? He might lose interest if she did it wrong. There had been those issues of Playmare that Raindrops had, but there were only close-ups, so it was hard to judge the overall mechanics of the act.

But she didn’t really have time to think about it any more, because he had already climbed up on her back, and she could feel him gently pushing on her, and then he was moving inside. It wasn’t quite as romantic as she’d imagined, especially as he tried to get a good angle and his hoof bumped into her head.

He started off slowly, much to her relief. As immediate and vital as the act seemed, she’d tensed when she first felt him enter, so it kind of hurt, but it was a good hurt. The two of them finally managed to establish a rhythm, and as the pleasure grew she wanted him deeper and deeper inside. He leaned his head forwards and began gently nibbling on her ear, which elicited a deep moan.

Unexpectedly, he changed his tactic to quick, deep strokes. She could feel him brushing against her incredibly sensitive clitoris at the apex of every thrust, and she locked up her legs, feeling as if she were drawing her pleasure from the earth itself. Her wings were stretched so tight she wondered if they could rip off her body.

He tensed, gave one more thrust, and held it for what seemed like forever, before letting out a long shaky breath that blew her mane into her eyes. He pulled back, and she wondered if that was it. She thought she’d heard Sassaflash say that stallions did that when they came, but she wasn’t sure. It hadn’t been a conversation meant for her ears; she’d just heard part of it while they were showering after a long day at flight camp.

When she felt him begin to move again—this time with less urgency—it dispelled her thoughts. Her stallion managed to regain his earlier tempo, but this time she wasn’t moving at all, save for her front hooves slowly sliding against the grass with each thrust. She could feel the climax building, but when it came, it was with a quickness and primal ferocity she’d never felt before. Her knees buckled and she slid down on the ground, wondering if it was possible to die from pleasure.

She felt him stumble and shift his weight on her back, accidentally brushing a hoof across her extremely sensitive wing. He slipped out of her and tried to put it back in, but the angle just wasn’t right any more. He brushed against her rump, slid off the left side of her tail, and then ejaculated across her back. She didn’t care. She was still coming down from her orgasm and just now remembering to breathe.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean—”

“It’s ok.” She stretched out on the grass. She’d never really noticed how comfortable grass was. It was harder than a cloud—that was indisputable—but it smelled so nice. She rubbed her muzzle on the ground, closed her eyes, and in a few minutes was sound asleep.

She woke up long after sunset. The moon was high in the cloudless sky. There was a warm weight pressing up against her left side, and for a moment she wondered what—or who—it was, and why there was a strip of fur on her back that felt like it’d been glued down, but it all came back to her in a flash.

She bounded to her hooves, feeling more alive than ever before. Normally, she’d have been scared waking up after dark in an unfamiliar place, but this time everything seemed just perfect. She looked over at the sleeping stallion and smiled. There was something right about the scene. The mare in the moon looked serenely down upon the two lovers, casting everything in a gentle half-light. While the actual act hadn’t been what she’d imagined, this post-coital scene was so perfect, she couldn’t disturb it right away. Instead, she watched the slow rise and fall of his barrel as he slept.He jerked awake and looked around guiltily.

“Do you want me to walk you home? Do you live in Ponyville?”

He shook his head. “I’m from Canterlot. I’m staying with my older brother for the week. My parents wanted . . . um, I can find my own way home. I’ll be—it’s less—I mean, I won’t, er, I’ll be fine on my own. Just fine.”

“Ok,” she said cheerfully. “I’ll see you around maybe?”

“Um, yeah. Sure, I’ll be around.” He half-heartedly waved a hoof at her, before walking back towards the path.

Derpy watched him leave, deep in thought. She wondered why he was acting so weird. Were all stallions like that after sex? Maybe he was mad because she hadn’t put it in her mouth. She should probably ask an older mare who knew stuff like that. Still, it didn’t spoil her earlier mood.

She stretched her wings and looked up at the sky. She was going to have to get home and get cleaned up. At least both her parents were on night duty, so they’d never know when she got back home. She giggled. They’d never know what she’d been up to.

“What do you mean, she’s pregnant? How does that even happen?” Her mom’s shrill voice echoed throughout the house. She hadn’t wanted to go see the doctor, but her father had insisted. The occasional vomiting in the morning had been an unpleasant surprise and had been what had prompted her father to take her in. The doctor had revealed—to her total lack of surprise—that she was pregnant. She’d come to the conclusion on her own, but wanted to wait for a good time to bring it up. Never would have been the best time to broach the subject, but of course she’d start showing eventually.

“A unicorn! Your daughter is pregnant with a unicorn?” Until that moment, she hadn’t realized that her mother’s voice could get shrill enough to break glass, but it suddenly seemed possible. Ears flattened, she imagined the scene in her parent’s room. Her father would probably be cowering in the corner, waiting for her mother to begin throwing things.

She’d read Withering Heights in school, and she always remembered the scene when the poor stallion was crouched in his chambers, listening to the hooffalls of his tormentor growing closer and closer. In a cloud house, she didn’t even get that much warning before her mother flew into her room, fluttering around angrily.

“Who was it?” she demanded. “Where did you meet him?”

“I don’t know.” Derpy hung her head. “He lives in Canterlot. I don’t know his name.”

“You let some stallion knock you up and you don’t even know his name?” She stomped over and lifted Derpy’s head. “How are you supposed to raise a unicorn in a cloud house? I bet you didn’t even think of that, did you?”

“Everypony says you can’t get pregnant the first time,” Derpy muttered miserably. “I didn’t know—I mean, it’s not like I planned this.”

“Obviously not.” Her mom glared at her. “I’m not going to move to a house on the ground, like some common mudpony. There’s only one solution, and let me tell you, young lady, the cost of the abortion spell is coming out of your allowance, and you’re grounded for the rest of your life.”

As if in protest, Depry felt her foal buck inside of her. She winced, but it was with new resolution that she looked back at her mother. “What if I don’t?”

Her mother’s gaze bore into her. “You’ve already made one mistake, young lady; don’t go making another. There’s only room in this house for one lead mare, and you’re not it.” She stormed out of the room like a wrathful god.

Derpy lay curled up in the hospital bed. The unicorn doctor had told her it wouldn’t hurt, but he’d lied. It hurt a lot. She’d mistakenly believed that she’d feel some sort of relief after it was over, but that wasn’t true, either. All she felt was pain and a vast emptiness inside.

Her mother had made good on her threats, kicking Derpy out of the house. She’d stayed with Soarin and Blaze, who were sharing a tiny cloudominium. It was really crowded for two ponies and nearly untenable for three; besides, she’d have to find a ground home before her foal was born. Her pitiful savings had vanished like a gem in front of a hungry dragon, and she finally had to make her decision. By this point, her mother was so disgusted with her that she didn’t even come along. Her father did, which was nice, even if he had to wait in another room.

The nurse finally came back into the room, bearing a small bundle. She gently placed it next to Derpy’s head, pulling the swaddling cloth back so that Derpy could get a good look at her new daughter.

“She’s beautiful.” Derpy gently nuzzled her, eyes drawn to the tiny horn protruding above her forehead. All the pain of the birth, of being ejected from her home, of her mother’s wrath—they all vanished in an instant, replaced by the tiny face of her newborn foal and the tiny, trusting eyes that looked into her own golden eyes. It was the greatest thing she’d ever made; that it had been an accident mattered not one whit.

Instinctively, she shifted around, moving her hind legs so that the foal could get to her nipples. “I bet you’re hungry, little muffin. You put up quite the struggle. You’re going to be a real fighter some day.”

She was blissfully watching her daughter suckle when her father walked into the room. He looked uncomfortable, judging by the way he was fluffing his wings. Finally he cleared his throat.

“Ditzy, I know—well, mother’s quite strong-willed. She’ll come around, eventually, but it’s going to take some time. But she loves you, in her own way, and she only wants what’s best for you. I guess we both do.”

“Father, we are not going to have this discussion now,” she hissed. “She’s mine and I’m going to keep her, no matter what the cost. I’ll find a way. I’ve made myself perfectly clear.”

“Yes. You have.” He sighed. “Look—this whole thing—it’s been, well. I guess, what I want to say, you know mother controls the purse strings, but I’ve some bits put aside. Not a lot, mind, but enough to get you by, at least for a time, until you could get a job. I was hoping—never mind. I found a house here in Ponyville that you could rent, since you want to keep the foal.”

“Really?” Derpy’s eyes lit up. “You—you’d do that? For me? Even after I went and—”

“Ssh.” He moved closer to her, his earlier awkwardness forgotten. “A healthy foal is a gift. Some say a blessing from Celestia Herself.” He hugged her tightly. “I see in your eyes the same love I felt the moment I first saw you. Maybe this was meant to be. You’ve always been so friendly, so—so bubbly. Maybe your love is just too big to keep up in the clouds.”

He moved over to her foal and nuzzled her tiny cheek, eliciting a small happy squeak before she went back to nursing.

“It’s going to be hard to raise a foal by yourself, and you’re going to have to get a job, so you’ll need a foalsitter, too. I guess your old da still remembers a thing or two about foals, and I’ll be glad to help whenever I can.” He sighed again. “Even if mother doesn’t understand.”