The Bubbly Mare

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"Hot Night"

“I actually had a lot of fun today,” said Thunderlane as he opened the door to Derpy’s house. “I can’t believe that hot air balloons don’t actually use helium, but real hot air.”

“It is pretty neat,” Derpy said, stepping inside and stretching.

“The night is young,” Thunderlane said in a sly, sing-songy tone, giving Derpy a peck on the cheek. “Do you have to be up early tomorrow morning?”

“Nope!” Derpy giggled. “I know you like to sleep in Sundays… so, do you want to stay a couple of hours and snuggle with me?”

Thunderlane put his hoof on Derpy’s shoulder.

“Derpy, I’d love to! Heck, I’d even be open to the idea of sleeping with you.”

The blonde Pegasus blushed furiously.

“Oh, my goodness! Do you mean-“

Thunderlane nodded.

“Yeah. All you have to do is say yes and we’ll go to your room and just do what comes naturally. How ‘bout it, kiddo?”

Derpy was still blushing, if anything, redder than before. Her mind flitted to the idea of herself and her Thundie, snuggling under the covers, so warm and happy. He’d bite her ear, maybe hold her down and nibble on her neck. Then he would rub up against her and tickle her thighs, and… suddenly her mind went into a completely different direction.

Thunderlane had never mentioned sleeping together before, but there was a separate time where she had to decline having him in her room for one reason alone: diapers. Her room smelled of old foal powder because her trash hadn’t been taken out. Plus, sleeping together meant sleeping together… and that meant she’d have to wear a diaper. Suddenly she felt very queasy. Plus her trash needed changing again.

“I….” she began, half off in the good and bad parts of her fantasy. “I, uh… maybe tomorrow. Okay?”

“Oh, is something wrong?” Thunderlane leaned against the wall. “Not feeling well? Nervous? Afraid? Please don’t be… I’m gentle as a foal and you know it.”

“It’s not that…” Derpy sighed. “Actually, maybe it is.”

“Well, then speak up. Tell me about it..." The mare remained silent, to which Thunderlane sighed. "You might just be killing the mood, you know. “

“Well, I don’t want to do that,” Derpy said, slyly, proving once again she could hold her own over what seemed like his overly-aggressive flirting. She kissed him. “We can always snuggle on my couch for a bit.”

“Works for me.”

Thunderlane sat on his marefriend’s couch, as she sat down right beside him. He put his hoof around her shoulder first thing, and she fell into his chest. He kissed her cheek. She looked up, kissing him on the lips. Both of his hooves went up to touch her head, as she wrapped her forehooves around his tight muscular body. Together they made out on her couch, Thunderlane’s weight gradually shifting off the cushions. His rump finally hit the floor, and Derpy was above him laughing.

“You silly stallion-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence.

He started kissing her tummy, towards her boobies. She laid back and let him kiss her all over. It felt really nice and tickly. He started sucking on them, like a foal would… this was the first time he ever did anything like this to her and it felt really good. Every single nerve-ending in Derpy’s lower body was on fire with a warm, snuggly sensation. Last time he tried something like this she told him to stop, but this wasn’t a hoof, this was soft lips and tongue… it felt a lot better.

She felt herself start to “pop out” as she liked to call it… Thunderlane would have called it "winking". He popped out in his own way, after all.

With both forelegs he held Derpy’s hind legs open and began to lick her tummy and boobies. Lower and lower he went, until he was just starting to lick the top of the where she was “popping out,” of course. His grip tightened on her legs as he licked every time it popped out. He felt the whole muscle flex.

He stood back up, standing as he normally would in front of the couch.

“Wha… why’d you stop?”

He smiled.

“You’ll see.” He focused his eyes on the target as he moved his hindlegs into position.

Derpy wasn’t experienced, but she still knew what that body language meant. He was about to mount her. She braced herself for the collision, wincing. To say she was nervous would be an understatement, but she was still completely trusting of her Thundie. This was her first time, not his, and though she was nervous… the rest of her was excited.

Thunderlane threw his entire body weight on Derpy. He had enough time to thrust twice, neither thrust squarely finding its mark.

*CRASH!*

The couch seemed to flip over on to its back. Neither pony saw it coming. Derpy was compressed into the soft cushions under her boyfriend’s weight while Thunderlane toppled onto the hard wood floor. Both laughed once they realized what had happened, though Thunderlane took most of the impact when his skull hit the floor. He was seeing stars well after he got up, wobbling from side to side. He suffered no permanent damage, merely swaying on his hooves for the first five minutes.

“Are you alright?” Derpy asked, trying to look back as her punch drunk boyfriend rose from the cushions.

“I, uh, think so.” Thunderlane replied, attempting to walk a straight line back to the couch.

Derpy got up, helping him over to the couch so he could lean on it.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” she said, comfortingly.

Standing against the couch, he shook away the remaining stars. His excitement downstairs faded faster than the bright lights around him, his ego a tad bruised. The world finally stopped spinning as he focused on Derpy’s smiling face.

“Can you help me put the couch back up?” she asked.

“Heh,” the stallion laughed, still a bit loopy from the fall. “I’ll do it myself if you want.”

Derpy was too focused on her couch, already trying to turn it back over by herself:

“No thanks. I just have a really hard time doing it myself.”

“Oh.” Thunderlane grabbed an edge with one hoof. “This shouldn’t be too hard.”

They easily propped the couch back up together. Thunderlane was the first to release it.

“Hey!” The heavy piece of furniture started to fall back, pulling the unprepared Derpy along with it.

The black stallion reached, but he was too slow. The piece of furniture fell flat on its back again, Derpy having bonked her head on its soft cushion. She looked up, annoyed.

“I think you broke it,” she said flatly, as Thunderlane took a sudden interest in his hooves. She poked what felt like broken by the back leg to be sure.

He didn’t say anything. He blushed, slowly nodding his head in agreement.

“This couch was the one thing me and Mommy kept from Manhattan.” Derpy lowered her head. “Even if it gets fixed now, it’s been damaged… it’s not going to be as valuable anymore.”

Again, Thunderlane said nothing. He looked up at Derpy and sighed, turning towards the door:

"Maybe I should go..."

“It’s okay!” Derpy assured Thunderlane, motioning for him and giving him a hug.. “Besides, I can’t stay mad at somepony as cute as you. I can ask Applejack tomorrow to help me fix it if you don’t know how.”

“I don’t have a clue, Derpy. I really think I'd better, okay?”

“That’s okay! I guess, then... I’ll see you tomorrow." She let out a sigh. "I kinda just wanna go to bed now. I’m annoyed about the couch, not at you.”

“It’s fine.” Thunderlane turned back towards the door, glancing back one final time at his girlfriend and her couch. "Look, I'm sorry. Okay?"

Derpy smiled.

"I know that, Thundie. It was an accident."

He smiled back, then turned back and left... the door creaking shut.

Derpy looked over at her now overturned, broken loveseat. She took a deep breath, and rubbed her eyes.

"It's okay," she said, her eyes a bit wet. "You didn't want to sell it anyway."

Only the second half of that statement was true.