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

Written by: DarkPhoenix
Contains: M/F, Foreplay

The night was waning, the sun having long ago slipped beyond the horizon. With only the streetlights to guide them, they stumbled up to the doorstep, laughing too hard to bother walking straight.

He glanced up at her as she stood on her doorstep, fishing a key out of her small saddlebag. He already knew how this night was going to end, they always ended the same way. She would smile at him, they would wrap up whatever conversation they were in the middle of, share a kiss, and then she would go inside, leaving him to make his way home.

They had been dating for almost three months at this point, and she was still a bit shy around him. When he first moved into town, he was ashamed to admit that he never even noticed her, despite seeing her almost everyday.

Then one day he had finally seen her. She had come into the shop he was working at, looking to make a purchase. As soon as he saw her, he had thought her to be beautiful, easily the most beautiful mare in town.

He had followed her around the store with his eyes, making sure to never leave the counter unless it looked like she needed help. The way she moved, how she effortlessly put her desired items into her shopping bag as she wandered the store, she was a pony who screamed grace.

When she was satisfied with her items, she made for the counter. Quickly he made sure his mane was flat and his breath smelled alright.

“Hello,” he greeted her.

“Hello,” she said, her voice quiet. She set her bag on the counter. “I’d like to purchase these, please.” Despite barely being able to hear her, he could pick out a musical quality to her voice.

“Of course,” he responded. He took a look at what she had in the bag, even though he already knew it from watching her. Running some tallies in his head, he arrived at a number. Taking a closer look at her, how her mane hung over and slightly hid her left eye, how her right eye shifted around nervously, he made a few subtractions from that number.

“That’ll be twenty five bits, please, ma’am.”

Her eyes widened, allowing him to see their bright color. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Indeed. We have some specials and sales going on today.”

She looked around at the store. “I don’t see anything saying that.”

He faltered. “Um, well... We’re keeping them secret so we make sure to... Um... Make sure we have enough stock for everypony.”

She was quiet for a moment, and he thought he had been caught. But without saying anything, she opened her saddlebag and removed the requisite coins, handing them over.

He deposited the money into the register. “Be sure to come back often, you never know when we might be having another sale.”

She nodded, her muzzle breaking out into a smile. “Okay, thanks.” She left the store, taking her new items with her.

As soon as she was out of sight, he sighed. Taking out his own money, he paid off the rest of her bill. This way his boss wouldn’t miss anything. “Worth it just to see her smile,” he said.

He had seen her in the store again on several occasions; each time his heart fluttered. He loved to watch her as she browsed, to hear her voice as she spoke to him. On her third visit he gathered the courage to leave the counter and approach her, attempting to strike up a conversation. A mostly one-sided conversation as it turned out, as she didn’t have much to say.

On her fifth visit, the conversation was more two-way. He delighted in her voice, trying to give her as many opportunities to speak just so he could hear it as much as possible. By the time her ninth visit rolled around, they were conversing easily.

It wasn’t until her fourteenth visit that he allowed himself to give in to his heart’s desire. “So I have a question for you,” he said.

She looked at him expectantly, forgetting about her shopping for the moment.

“Wouldyouliketogotodinnerwithme?” he asked, the words tripping over themselves in their haste to get out.

Her looked quickly morphed into one of confusion. “Excuse me?” she said.

He paused, drawing in a strengthening breath. “Would you like to go to dinner with me?”

Her eyes widened, once more allowing him to gaze into their depths. He imagined he could jump into those deep pools and get lost forever. Her carefully carried bag fell to the floor, somehow staying upright.

When she didn’t answer, he hurried to retract his question. “I’m sorry, that was wrong of me to ask. Here, let me get that for you.” He made to grab her bag, but was stopped when he felt a hoof on his own.

He looked down, following the hoof to its owner. Never before had they touched. Her coat felt so smooth, so soft on his. Vaguely he became aware that he was staring, but he didn’t care.

“Yes,” she said. “I would like to go to dinner with you.”

Even knowing it was impossible, he tried to suppress the grin that broke out on his face. “Great! I get off at six, so how about I pick you up at six-thirty?”

She nodded. “Yes, that works for me.” She told him where she lived and together they simply finished her shopping.

After she left, he pumped a hoof in the air, dancing around behind the counter. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” he said. He was still dancing several minutes later when another customer entered the store.

The date had gone well that night, and as he dropped her off, she surprised him by leaning over and placing a very small, very light kiss on his muzzle. “Thank you for tonight, I had fun,” she said. Turning around and opening her door, she paused. “Goodnight.”

Somehow his brain managed to convince his voice to spit out the word, “Goodnight.” She closed her door, leaving him standing on her doorstep.

He licked his lips. The first thing he tasted was what he had for dinner, but the second was a hint of strawberries, something that was lacking from the meal. “Wow,” was all he could say before heading home, floating all the way on cloud nine.

That was three months ago. They had gone on more dates since then and grown closer to each other. But now his focus was on the gorgeous mare standing on her doorstep.

“I really had fun tonight, thank you,” she said. Her voice was still quiet, even after getting used to being around him.

He smiled at her. “You’re welcome, I had fun too.” He waited, expecting her to lean forward and give him a kiss. While it was true that their goodbye kisses had been growing a bit more passionate lately, they were still nothing more than kisses.

She shuffled her hooves, as if debating something. He felt his heart leap up, but quickly quashed it, not wanting to give himself hope.

“Would you...” her voice trailed off for a moment before coming back. “Would you like to come inside?”

His mind froze, not expecting to hear that. Even in his wildest dreams he couldn’t imagine her asking this.

Not trusting his voice, he nodded. She gave him a smile and opened her door, stepping in and aside, allowing him entry.

He made his way inside, managing to not trip over himself in his haste. Once inside, he looked around. Even after three months of dating, he’d never been inside her house. All he knew of it was what he could see from when she opened the door to come or go.

It was a cozy house, with scattered furniture. As befit her personality, it was clean, with no trash or detritus scattered around. She led him over to a couch sitting across from a small fireplace. Without being asked to, he sat on the couch.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No, thank you. I’m fine.”

Her face fell. “Oh,” she said.

Before he could say anything else, she got up on the couch and sat next to him, her body snuggling up against his. He twirled one foreleg around hers, holding her hoof. He still delighted on how her coat felt, always so smooth, so soft. She always had a pleasant scent of strawberries around her. Not overpowering, noticeable yet subtle.

They sat in silence, neither of them seeming to know what to say. Distantly voices could be heard, other ponies walking past, but inside the house, there was only quiet.

So-” they both spoke up at the same time.

“You first,” they said in unison once more.

They giggled like schoolfoals. “Go on.” He gestured for her to speak.

She smiled. “I really did have a good time tonight. The food was delicious and the music was good.”

“Thank you,” he replied. He’d been planning this date for two weeks, making reservations and getting tickets.

“You’ve been so nice to me,” she continued. “Always paying for everything, being the perfect gentlecolt. I know you don’t make much working at that store, which makes this all the more special.”

He shook his head. “You’re worth it,” was all he said.

Her smile was fading, being replaced with a nervous look. The joy in his heart faded slightly, being replaced with apprehension. Where was this line of conversation going?

“I know I say thank you a lot, but those are just words.” She drew in a deep breath, as if steeling herself for something. “So I wanted to show you my thanks.”

He was confused for a brief moment, until her lips met his. At first he forgot to kiss her back, but soon he was giving just as much as he was receiving.

They had kissed before, but this one felt different to him. Even in their most passionate kisses, he could feel some lingering shyness from her. It wasn’t hesitation or anything, she wanted to kiss him, but something in her seemed to hold back just a little bit.

Not tonight, though. Tonight he couldn’t sense anything being held back. She was kissing him with all of her passion, with a fervor she’d never shown before. And he loved it; it excited him. He kissed her back all the more passionately.

After a few moments, a new sensation came over him. He could feel something soft and fine rubbing along his chest. He dare not break their lips apart to see what it was, but his guess was her hoof.

This was new as well. She loved to hold hooves, even in public once she got over the embarrassment she saw in it. But she never took it further than that, even the few times he’d dared to run a hoof across her back. It was most certainly a welcome experience.

She broke the kiss, pulling back. The feeling on his chest remained, and he stole a glance down to find her hoof there, tracing patterns in his coat.

“Wow. That’s one way to express your thanks,” was all he could say.

She smiled at him, a smile without any nervousness in it. The only place he could see a hint of it was in her eyes. “I’m not done yet,” she said.

His eyes widened. What could she possibly mean by that?

His question was answered when she leaned back in, only instead of kissing his lips, she lay light kisses on his cheek, trailing down to his neck.

Pleasure radiated out from her every touch. He leaned back in the cushion, his body relaxing out of his control. Her touches and kisses were light, but each one was placed without hesitation.

She continued to kiss his neck, pausing in spots to give it a quick suck. His coat was getting wet from her attention, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was her and what she was doing to him.

His own hoof reached out, sliding through her mane and down the back of her neck, stroking her. He had found out one night that she loved having her head stroked, to feel his hoof running through her mane. So he tried to reciprocate what she was doing to him.

His other hoof he used to rub her side. This earned him a small gasp as he did so. When she didn’t stop kissing him, he figured it was a gasp of either surprise or pleasure. Based on how she started kissing him quicker and harder, he pegged it as the latter.

He was in heaven, and time had no meaning right then. They’d never gone this far before, and he had no idea what brought this on, but he was going to enjoy it. Occasionally a slight moan would leave his lips. When the first one came out, he sucked in his breath and held it, fearing she would stop. But she only continued with an even more renewed pace.

When she pulled back finally, he moaned again, only this time in frustration. He’d been enjoying it so much.

She gave him another smile. This time even her eyes were clear of anything nervous or hesitant. “Do you like that?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you want more?”

He hesitated, his brain thinking this might be a trick question. If he answered yes then she would slap him and call him a pervert. If he answered no, she’d cry and think she failed.

When he didn’t answer due to a stalled thought process, she answered for him. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before moving down again. This time going even lower, past his neck, trailing kisses all along his chest, hinting towards his stomach.

Her hooves ran along his sides, making him shudder at her touch. She noticed and redoubled her efforts, rubbing up and down him, all the while kissing his chest.

He groaned, the sound escaping his lips despite a tremendous effort to keep it in. He felt her pause for a moment before she continued, this time moving down even lower to his stomach.

This time he was able to stifle his response, a giggle. Her feather-light kisses tickled at first, but soon he grew used to it and the ticklishness was replaced with pleasure.

Still pleasure radiated out from her every touch. It felt like waves in a pond when somepony tossed a stone in. Only this pony had a handful of stones and was tossing them one at a time.

She kept kissing him, feeling him, caressing him. He was too lost in his world of pleasure to do the same to her, though she didn’t seem to care.

It was only when he felt a hoof trail down his side to caress his cutie mark briefly before continuing on, across his hind leg and towards somewhere very private that his brain screeched to a halt.

With a firm but gentle movement, he lifted up her head. “You don’t have to do that to thank me,” he said. She’d always shirked the topic of sex when it came up. Her usual reaction was to go red in the face and stammer something out. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re being pressured into something.” He’d never brought up the topic of them having sex, simply preferring to wait until she was ready.

“You’re not pressuring me. I want to do this.” As if to emphasize her point, her hoof brushed across his soft length.

Despite himself, he gasped, then let it out as a moan. This was new, and very, very bold of her. He had always imagined the first time she touched him there to be full of shyness and stammering, plus some very cute blushing on her part.

While she did have a blush, she wasn’t stammering. “Do you want it?” she stroked him again.

“Yes,” he said, the word coming out as a hiss. He didn’t even think about it, it was just an automatic response.

Her hoof trailed up and down him, her touch containing her usual nervousness at first. But upon hearing his moans, she quickly grew confident.

If he had thought he was in heaven before, now he fully expected to see Celestia manifest and lead him away, because surely he had died. Or even worse would be to see Luna, because then this would all just be a dream. Her touch, still light, felt amazing. Already he could feel himself getting hard, something she noticed too.

She kissed his cutie mark while stroking him, sucking on it. He groaned out her name, feeling himself melting into the couch.

Her other hoof joined the first, both of them working in tandem. Her lips traveled to his other cutie mark, planting more forceful kisses there.

“Oh sweet Celestia...” he said.

She giggled. “I’m not Celestia.”

He laughed. “Indeed you’re not.”

His length was about halfway to full, sticking out over him. She stopped kissing his cutie mark and pulled back, looking at it while she stroked it.

Never before had he felt so self-conscious. It felt like he was being analyzed and scrutinized. She was silent, studying him. He waited for her to say something, anything.

As her deep eyes stared at him, he felt himself getting even harder. Her gaze only served to hasten the inevitable.

Her response came not in the form of words, but a gesture. She smiled. Not a smile of laughter, but one of enjoyment. Her hooves doubled their effort, quickly bringing him to full hardness.

He looked down at her, past his swaying length. Her eyes met his and they paused for a moment. He was unsure where this was going to go, and what the result would be. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want more, but he still didn’t want to pressure her or force her into doing something she didn’t want to do. If she stopped here, he’d be okay. He’d go home and relieve himself, but he would bear that burden for her.

Finally showing signs of her former hesitance, she leaned forward, her tongue poking out of her lips.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

She nodded. “I am.”

Slowly she approached. When her tongue met his length, he cried out her name louder than ever before. She drew her tongue up it, from bottom to top. Pausing only a moment, she worked her way back down.

If this night went any further, his definition of heaven was going to change again. Her smooth tongue running up and down him, her licks hesitant but still sure, he loved it. He loved her.

“I love you,” he said. He’d never told her that, fearing her reaction. In truth he fell for her from the moment he first saw her when she walked into the store the first time. But he didn’t want to scare or frighten her by expressing it, until now.

She stopped, giving the tip a quick kiss. “I love you too.” Her voice came out as a whisper, but it carried from her lips straight to his heart.

Without any preamble, she took the tip of his length into her mouth. He couldn’t help his response, which was to tighten his hind legs and let out a wordless cry of pleasure.

Her mouth was so wet, so warm. Her tongue licked him inside her. His brain waved a white flag and stopped functioning. The only thing he could concentrate on was her. Her eyes stared up at him for a moment before her head sank lower.

The warmth that enveloped him caused shivers to violently run down his spine. She bobbed her head, her actions overloading the pleasure centers in his brain.

He called out her name. “Oh, I love you,” he said. His hips bucked of their own accord, trying to bury himself deeper into her mouth. When she gagged, he sat bolt upright. “Oh Celestia, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m just... I’ve never done anything like this before.”

He reached out, cupping her cheek with his hoof. “I love you, and this is wonderful. You’re wonderful. If you want to stop here, I’m okay with it.”

She shook her head. “No, I want to continue.” She lightly tapped his chest, causing him to lean back again. Just as before, she took him in her mouth.

This time he made sure to curb his body’s natural response, forcing his hips to stay still. He didn’t want to hurt her, or make her regret doing this.

She bobbed her head, sliding him in and out. Her eyes stayed wide open, looking up at him even as her mane fell down over her face, her actions causing it to become a little disheveled.

He was lost in the pleasure, letting it take over him. His brain was only able to focus on just that. Everything else beyond the pleasure was prevented from registering. Celestia herself could’ve burst into the room and he’d never notice or care.

The pleasure was mounting in him. She bobbed her head even faster, letting more of him into her mouth as she got used to it. Her tongue, at first mostly still, started licking him, drawing out even more pleasure.

Soon he could feel himself inching towards the point of no return. As much as he wanted to cross that threshold, he couldn’t. She came first, and despite her being willing to go this far, he didn’t think she would want him to finish inside her.

With great reluctance, he grabbed her head, stopping her and pulling her off him. She looked up. “What is it?” she asked.

“I’m close,” he said. She looked puzzled for a moment before enlightenment shone forth.

“Then go,” was all she said before pulling her head out of his grasp and returning to his length.

He had warned her, and she knew what was coming, at least he hoped she did. If she wanted to continue, he wasn’t going to stop her again.

The excitement mounted, his release drawing closer and closer. Within a minute, he was letting loose a constant stream of cries, some wordless, though most containing her name.

With a less than graceful tumble, he fell over the cliff and into pleasure. He screamed her name into the ceiling, letting her know what was coming. It was his last act before conscious thought became unattainable.

Dimly he was aware of what was happening. He could feel her as she stopped, her muzzle just at his tip. Waves of fire started deep inside him, traveling up his length and out the tip, into the warm wetness beyond.

It felt good, great, terrific. It was the single greatest moment of pleasure he had ever experienced. Nothing before this, none of those moments spent in his room servicing himself came even close. He had nothing to compare it to beyond that.

The ceiling above him blurred as his vision went fuzzy and his eyes rolled upwards. His breath hitched in his chest, refusing to be released except as a wordless moan of pleasure. He could feel his muscles tense all across his body..

As the fire died down, awareness seeped back in. His length was still inside something warm and wet. He was breathing hard, panting like he’d just run a circuit around town. Slowly the feeling of pleasure died down.

She was still on him, her eyes gazing up at him. As soon as she was aware that he was watching, she pulled off. Her muzzle remained closed, until with an audible gulp she swallowed.

As soon as she did, a look of distaste came over her face. “Bitter.”

“Oh sweet Celestia, that was amazing,” he said around his panting.

Her face lost the distasteful look and gained a smile. “I’m glad you thought so.”

She settled herself next to him again, leaning her head on his chest.

“So what brought all this up?” he asked. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

He could only see the back of her head, but even then he got the feeling that she blushed. “You’re always so nice to me,” she said. “You’ve gone out of your way to take care of me. I wanted to give you something.”

“You never have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m just happy being together.”

“I know. But I wanted to.” She turned her head to regard him. “Even when we first met you were being nice. And you never asked for anything in return.”

He looked confused. “What are you talking about?”

Her eyes narrowed. “The first time I came to the store. The sales and specials that you made up.”

His muzzle fell open. “You know about that?”

She giggled. “I do. I asked around after awhile of getting special discounts. Nopony else knew about anything like that at the store.”

He groaned, falling back into the couch. “Now I feel stupid”

He felt her lips press against his, a quick kiss. “Don’t. I thought it was sweet.” She paused a moment. “I admit after I found out I was nervous, but you still never asked for anything in return. At least until you asked me out.”

He gazed down at her, meeting her wonderful eyes with his own. “You know what?” She shook her head. “The day I asked you out is the best day of my life.”

He captured her lips with his, drawing her close to him, wrapping his hooves around her. Her hooves laid themselves on his shoulders.

They broke apart, still gazing at each other. “I love you,” he said.

“And I love you,” she replied.

Together they sat on the couch, content to just embrace each other. Tonight had been a very special night for the both of them. They’d finally admitted their love for each other, taken that next step in their relationship.

He looked down at her, her eyes were closed and she was breathing easily. Planting a kiss on the top of her head, he made it up in his mind to return the favor she had given him. The next time, he would turn the tables on her and give back to her exactly what she’d done to him. But until then, he would just sit here with her, enjoying the moment.

THE END...?