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

Written by: bobdat
Contains: F/F, Foreplay, Dildo playNervously tucking a strand of yellow mane behind her ear, Dainty Dove chewed her lip. The receptionist had been nothing but courteous and friendly, but Dainty never felt safe in this situation. It only took one pony who recognised her from the business pages of The Equestrian and her career would be ruined. Her life would be ruined, since she had nothing except her job.

“Just hoof-print here and I can give you your key,” the receptionist said, sliding a piece of pink paper across the glossy counter. Dainty hoof-stamped it rather harder than was necessary before giving it back.

“Here’s your key. Please enjoy your stay at the Grand Eagle.”

Briefcase in hand, Dainty used the lift to reach the top floor. She’d only brought a change of clothes, which she had managed to stash inside her usual work case. The tricky part was over - in a few moments, she’d be safely inside the room and nopony could disturb her.

The plastic key slid into the lock and the green light came on, so Dainty pushed inside. It looked like any other hotel room. The businesspony always rotated which hotel she went to, in case somepony noticed a pattern or she got recognised. The Grand Eagle was a first, but it looked comfortable enough.

It only took five minutes for there to be a knock at the door. Dainty hastened to open it. She’d put her briefcase in the wardrobe and slipped off her jacket then spent the remaining time freshening up.

“Who is it?” she said quietly, her muzzle inches from the door.

“You know,” a breathless voice said. Dainty opened the heavy door, allowing the pony in. The pony in question was Ginger Gold, a junior bank teller in the South Manehatten division of her bank.

“I took the stairs so nopony would work out which floor I was going to,” Ginger explained, getting her breath back. Instead of carrying a sleek briefcase, she was clutching a pair of tatty saddlebags.

“That’s okay. Nopony recognised you?” Dainty asked, unable to keep the nerves out of her voice.

Ginger’s face softened. “Of course not, honey.”

The yellow-maned pony nodded. “You can wash your face in the bathroom if you like. I’ve just been in there.”

Ginger shut herself in the en suite, taking deep breaths to steady herself. A small cosmetics case slid out of a saddlebag and she re-applied her make-up. She’d been waiting in the bar, drinking virgin cocktails, waiting for her boss to arrive. She’d worn a smart dress, but it was nothing in comparison to the tuxedos and evening gowns of the ponies staying at the hotel. Ginger vowed to one day have enough to stay in a posh hotel herself, before tucking her curls into place and going back into the room.

The other mare was lying on the bed, idly flicking through the television channels. She was staring at the stocks and shares, looking uninterested, when Ginger placed a hoof on her bare shoulder.

“Oh, honey,” Ginger said softly when Dainty jumped. “You need to relax. Here, let me.” Dainty kept the share indices on while Ginger straddled her back and began one of her special backrubs. Dainty didn’t need to know that she’d perfected them on the pigs back on her parents’ farm.

It usually only took a couple of minutes for Dainty to start moaning softly, but she seemed to be wound extra-tight today. Ginger put some more effort into it and fantasized about being the owner of a huge apple orchard, yellow apples hanging from every bough. This was all just part of that dream; she’d told herself she’d do whatever it took. Nothing could take the smell of fallen leaves and the feel of the wind from her.

“Mmm...” Dainty said, flicking the television off. “You’re so good...”

“Sshh. Just lie there and let me take care of you,” the yellow-coated mare replied in her most honeyed voice, her hooves sliding across the back of Dainty’s shoulders.

Ginger climbed off to get the massage oil from her bag. Dainty sighed happily and took a smug satisfaction from what the block-headed stallions in her office would think about this. Their boss, the inflexible bitch, lying underneath a smouldering young mare with massage oil on her hooves...

The sudden weight of Ginger on her back made Dainty breathe out quickly. Ginger giggled and poked her playfully. “Hey, I’m not that heavy, am I?”

“You’re just perfect,” Dainty replied, pulling her mane across her shoulders to give Ginger better access.

The oil was warm and soothing, and Ginger’s hooves were expert, so Dainty quickly drifted into a light sleep, enjoying the sensations and the respite from her high-powered office lifestyle. The nerves from earlier in the day melted away into the soft bedclothes, and the vice-president of Chater Holdings & Investments Incorporated resigned herself to a blissful weekend of relaxation.

“Oh yeah...” she whispered, Ginger’s hooves roaming across the broad of her back, occasionally sliding down to her sides. This was what she lived for.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” Ginger whispered directly into Dainty’s ear. Her boss had fallen asleep, of course, so Ginger had finished the massage. Now she needed to do the front. “I’ve got something special for you.”

“Hmm?” Dainty asked, rolling onto her back. They hadn’t put a towel down, but who cared. These weren’t her bedclothes, and she was too relaxed to bother with annoying towels.

“Yeah, a special massage...” the other pony replied. Her lips met Dainty’s neck, sending a shiver down the businesspony’s back.

“Be... gentle,” Dainty breathed, her eyes fluttering closed again. She wanted to focus on the sensations with her entire being.

Ginger smiled. “Of course, honey. Just let me take good care of you.” She went back to kissing, nibbling quickly on the line of Dainty’s jaw before leaving a winding trail of kisses down to the tip of her hoof. She felt the white pony shiver again and suppressed a smile, working her way back up her leg and finally meeting her mouth.

The white pony responded with a flash of tongue, enough to be tantalising but not enough to be passionate... yet. Ginger pressed her, spreading kisses around her face and finishing with one on her nose. There was a romantic pause before Ginger moved in for another kiss, this time their tongues meeting. A moan escaped from Ginger, and she could feel the familiar sensations of arousal coursing through her. Dainty’s hooves wrapped around her back, pulling her harder into the kiss, turning it into a sudden rush of heat. Ginger was reminded of their first rendezvous and the pure excitement of the encounter.

Dainty wanted to kiss her partner for as long as possible, but her need was urging her to take action. Almost unconsciously she moved her hooves to Ginger’s shoulders, applying a little downward pressure. Ginger had felt it enough times to know what Dainty wanted, and she kissed lazily down to Dainty’s midsection. Every kiss felt like a firework, sending a jolt directly through her. “Ohhh,” the businesspony moaned, arching her back and shifting her legs apart invitingly.

Ginger didn’t fall for the gesture immediately. Her lips and hooves carefully teased a leg, then another, then her midsection again. Dainty was going wild, squirming as if Ginger was tickling her. But Ginger knew what she was doing, and gradually increasing her partner’s arousal step by step was a tactic that had never failed. It had taken many happy hours of practice in college, whiling away Saturday nights in her room-mate’s bed, for her to gain skills. As with everything, practice made perfect. And perfect was so, so good.

The gentle smell of perfume, which Dainty had applied moments before Ginger had knocked, were slowly giving way to her particular smell. The first few moments of it were enough to drive the younger mare crazy, and she gave in to her instincts. The next trail of kisses led directly to Dainty, and a loud moan left the white pony’s lips. Daisy felt her head being pulled closer, so she simply closed her eyes and slipped into her special technique. She didn’t even need to do much; her careful foreplay had left Dainty so worked up that those tell-tale signs of release were appearing after only a few seconds.

“Not so soon...” Ginger teased, breathing over Dainty’s sex with a measured tone. The older mare just moaned in ecstasy and pulled Ginger back to her, eliciting a small giggle.

“Oh yes...” Dainty said, her voice rising steadily to a squeak. Ginger found the perfect spot and she shuddered, feeling the oncoming train of her orgasm. “Yes...”

Being a skilled lover, Ginger didn’t let up, letting Dainty ride the waves of her pleasure and yet making even bigger ones for the future. Dainty’s grip relaxed, and Ginger gave her a few long, slow licks.

“Mmm,” Dainty said, smiling as Ginger sat up. “Wow.”

Ginger blushed. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, honey, there’s plenty more for you.”

“My turn first,” the older mare said, gently pushing the yellow pony onto her back and peppering her with kisses.

“If you insist...” Ginger replied, laying back and looking at the ceiling. This was her favourite part, and her body had been building up to it every minute since she had last seen Dainty. “Oh. Yeah.”

Dainty might not have been world-class, but she had a gift, and Ginger could feel the ripples going through her. This was simply divine. As if on cue, Dainty’s tongue darted inside, giving her a jolt, but then slid inside with the utmost gentleness. A long moan escaped the younger mare, her legs spreading further. She needed it deeper... more of it. It was just too good. “That’s it, honey... oh yeah that’s it.”

The older mare had nothing like as much practice as her partner, but she knew what pushed her buttons. She snaked her tongue forwards again, teasing every inch she could get to, and Ginger thrashed her forehooves. Dainty shifted her chin, pressing into Ginger, and sliding her tongue as deep as she could. Another moan and the white mare pulled back, concentrating her butterfly kisses on her partner, maintaining a steady pace and pressing hard. It only took a few minutes of her ministrations for Ginger to suddenly go rigid and scream, biting down on a pillow.

Once she’d calmed down, Ginger kissed Dainty carefully, still feeling sensitive. “That was incredible,” the yellow pony said, starting to kiss back down Dainty’s neck.

The white pony smiled in return, but she still wasn’t satisfied. She needed more from this session. She reached into her briefcase and pulled out a black harness, which Ginger stared at uncomfortably.

“Come on, just for me,” Dainty pleaded. “It’ll be fun.”

“I told you last time...” Ginger replied warily. “It’s not so fun for me.”

Dainty pouted. “I’ll be gentle...”

Resigning herself, Ginger rolled onto her front and sighed. Victory assured, Dainty attached the dildo to the harness and slid it around her hips, making sure it sat flush against her for maximum pleasure. She couldn’t understand why Ginger didn’t enjoy it more, being that she was the bisexual one who enjoyed penetration.

Ginger didn’t make a sound as Dainty rubbed the tip of the toy across her lips, but she took it into her mouth when Dainty moaned slightly. Blowjobs had always turned her off, but Dainty liked it and it was probably a good chance to practice.

Sliding in and out of Ginger’s mouth, Dainty placed a hoof gently on one side of the yellow mare’s head, using the leverage to gently push more and more of her length inside. Ginger didn’t object, so the speed increased. The power trip gave Dainty a rush, and she found herself pulling the toy out of her partner’s mouth and positioning herself to penetrate Ginger.

“Go slow at first,” Ginger said, her voice betraying a mechanical tone. Dainty didn’t like upsetting her, but she was a slave to her desires. The toy inched its way inside, passing resistance and sliding home with a satisfying moan from Ginger.

Of course, the yellow mare had been with her fair share of inept boyfriends back home. She’d got used to staring at the ceiling as they fumbled around, and Dainty was just the same. The length pushing into her, stretching her just perfectly... that felt good. But the thrusting behind it was amateurish and she occasionally felt bursts of slight pain. Not the good kind.

“Slow down,” she snapped when Dainty pushed hard and the toy went in at an angle.

“Sorry,” Dainty replied. The power trip was disappearing, being replaced with a feeling of belittlement.

But there was one way of getting that back. She gently withdrew the toy, and Ginger began to roll onto her back, glad the ordeal was over. But Dainty thrusted forwards, the toy pressing up against Ginger’s rear passage. Just the act made Dainty moan with anticipation, but Ginger didn’t agree.

“Not today, sugar,” she said, completing the roll onto her back and pushing the toy away. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Please? Everything’s ready...” Dainty replied, suddenly feeling a flash of guilt.

“No,” Ginger said simply, sitting up. “Sorry.”

Dainty wasn’t used to being told what to do. She was the boss, not some little upstart teller who was only here because her boss was paying. “Please, Ginger? I really want it,” she replied sharply.

“If you keep pushing me, I’ll leave.”

“Well what good is you staying here if you’re not in the mood?” It was a heat of the moment phrase and Dainty instantly regretted it, but Ginger was already hurt. Jumping up, she grabbed her bag, ignoring Dainty’s apologies.

“If you can’t respect me, I don’t want to fuck you,” Ginger said once she was dressed, pushing past the ridiculous-looking businesspony and heading for the door.

“Can I call you?” Dainty said, but Ginger didn’t look back and slammed the door behind her. Tears formed on Dainty’s face as she sank onto the bed, her lingering arousal fading into abject guilt. She’d allowed her career to come into the bedroom and it had betrayed her in a big way. A blissful day of lovemaking was ruined and she might never even see Ginger again.

Their relationship had originally been one of mutual benefit, but Dainty realised she’d grown attached to the yellow mare. The sex was amazing, but she’d liked the companionship too. Maybe there wasn’t a serious relationship there, but there was a feeling that she’d lost a friend. Sobbing, she made her way into the en suite and tried to clean her ruined make-up with a tissue.

Ginger didn’t even care who saw her as she stormed out of the hotel, hailing a taxi to take her home. She’d thought that Dainty at least cared about her as a pony, but she sounded like she only wanted sex. Her words hadn’t hurt because of the insult, but because of the way they made her feel dirty. Like she was a whore and was only there at Dainty’s whim. There had always been a fine line between sleeping with ponies to get ahead in her career and whoring herself out, but Dainty had made it obvious which side she was on.

There was no way Dainty would fire her for this, but she realised that it would probably hurt her chances of future promotions. No money meant no farm and no dream. In the back of the cab, she held up her forehooves. Two options. The left hoof meant calling Dainty, apologising and setting up another meeting. More time spent lying there with her eyes on the ceiling. Right hoof meant quitting her job and trying to find another position. Hours of trawling newspapers and waiting outside offices.

She sighed and rested her head on both the left and right hooves. She didn’t want to see Dainty after what she’d said, but the white mare might be her only chance for a happy career. Waitressing didn’t suit her grand ambitions. But was her dignity worth that? The apologetic phone call would erase any shreds of it that remained, and it would only be a month before the awful toy would be poking her there again. And this time she’d have to say yes. The cab rumbled onwards and she just stared out of the window, wishing for a different life where she could achieve her dreams.