Feminine Hell

Their room, which it could only be called in the most generous sense, was really more of a box less than two meters by two meters. Nothing adorned the tiny space save for a collection of ratty, old mats and discarded carpet and a single, soot blackened blanket Jaxy had been generous to share with the little filly who rested on his back. There was no door to close, only a curtain to draw. And that was a luxury Jaxy had insisted on that most of the other children had never bothered with, most never having known any shame or desire for privacy in their lives. Even Cinders had thought it was unnecessary at first, but had slowly come to appreciate the fact that her cuddling with Jaxy could occur without prying eyes.

So it was that Cinders was the one to draw the curtain closed and hop down onto the soft center of the mats. She looked at Jaxy hesitantly for a moment before shifting her weight off her hooves and sliding to her back. From there, she rubbed her face and mane in an awkward and completely futile attempt to clean some of the soot off her figure. Realizing that she was getting nothing done, she sighed and asked softly, "So. Will ya do it?"

"Do what?" Jaxy asked, staring down at her skeptically.

"Rut me of course!" she whispered in loud annoyance, louder than she had intended. Her face shifting back and forth between a scowling glare and a hopeful pout, she pressed softly, "P-please?"

Jaxy frowned and looked down at her for a long moment, taking in the entirety of her already familiar figure. Had fate been kinder to her and her cutie mark had been something other than a chimney sweep's broom, she might have been a pretty little filly. To Jaxy, she was almost precious despite the fact that she was about the furthest thing from a princess any mare or stallion could come in both appearance and demeanor. "Still," he mused to himself, "I'd be lying if I didn't admit her offer was somewhat tempting."

Just as Cinders began to twitch and twist her long, thin body in anticipation, Jaxy stepped above her and suddenly lowered his chest to hers, laying the brunt of his weight on top of her. The movement caused a curt cry followed by the rude declaration, "Get off me, ya fat ass. Yer heavy!"

Instead of relieving the weight, Jaxy cupped her head in his hooves and stared intensely into her eyes. He pressed his forehead to hers and held it their until he'd gotten her full attention, interrupted only by her slight gasps for air. "Does it hurt?" he asked breathily.

Taken aback by the seeming coldness of his tone, the young filly nodded and grunted, "Y-yes. Why won't ya get off me?"

"Because," he answered her, "stallions get on top of mares to make love to them. If you can't even handle me being on top of you, then there's no way you'd be able to handle me inside of you." He stood, still looking down at her and stated, "The only thing I'd do is hurt you. You wouldn't enjoy it at all. And I don't want to hurt you, Cinders. Not now. Not ever."

Cinders hung her head sadly, a bit of moisture escaping the corner of her eye. She whispered, "Okay. Ah understand. Ah just wish Ah coulda tried it just once. Ya know? Ah hear it makes ya feel so good that ya forget the whole world exists. And yer all cozy and comfortable and warm. And smiling!" She rolled over angrily to her side, pressing her face into the mats, and swore, "Celestia forbid Ah ever get ta fuckin smile fer a change."

She was not the only one seeping bitter tears. Jaxy turned his face from her for a moment, stifling a very real urge to scream as loud as he could in frustration and anger. He clenched his jaw and grit his teeth, not knowing what to do. After a moment of internal conflict, Jaxy stated emphatically, "No. It's not fair. It's not fair at all."

The stallion reached down and lifted one of her hind hooves in the air. Cinders looked up at him in confusion and asked, "What are ya doin, Jaxy?"

With a sigh, he said, "I'm trying to get you to smile." He bent down again. This time however, he did not put his weight down on her, instead reaching his face lower towards her hips. He saw her grey eyes go wide as she held her breath, unsure of what was happening. Jaxy gave a soft, reassuring smile. Then, with open deliberateness, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, pressing it firmly against her thin, soot covered slit.

She gasped and began trembling slightly, furrowing her brow and noting dumbly, "Yer lickin me!" She clenched her eyes shut as Jaxy began sliding his tongue up and down her small, unopened hole. She couldn't quite place the sensation she was feeling as it was unlike any she'd ever felt before. Having not even reached her first heat, sexual desire was new to her. At least, the feeling of it was unknown. She'd seen desire in others. It wasn't uncommon to hear fillies moaning in sexual bliss as the night crept over and the mismatched herd of street urchins chose common quarters in pairs or small groups. Seeing and hearing the act was one thing. But nothing could have prepared her for the awkward, terrifying, and exhilarating pleasure of her best and only friend gently licking her most private parts, tasting her and making her insides churn with intense warmth.

Jaxy took little pleasure from what he was doing to her. She tasted filthy as he'd expected she would. Thankfully, she was too young to stink too bad. Though the act was not pleasing to him, the idea of the act at least was. Hearing her moans and knowing that he was the cause of them was enough to cause his loins to tremor and grow erect. At the same time however, any libido he felt was sullied by the familial nature of their relationship. She was more than just his friend. She was like a little sister to him, so much so that, even though his stomach turned and heaved with inward disgust for both the fact of his actions as well as the fact that the filly he touch was hardly half his age, he continued to lick her and even did her the courtesy of expressing eagerness, swirling up and down, all around, before finally parting her lips and penetrating ever so slightly.

"Aaaahh~" she cried, gradually clenching her hips around his head so as not to lose the moisture and heat of his mouth. She started rocking her hips, panting now as the fire inside her grew, extending outward from her abdomen until it encompassed her entire body. "Jaxy!" she squealed, "it feels so good." She grabbed his head with her hooves and began humping against his face, seeking even more friction between them.

At hearing her cries, Jaxy found his actions just a little less repulsive. The pleasure he was giving her was gradually growing mutual, and he did not shudder to press as much of his tongue into her as he could, causing himself to marvel how it was that soot suddenly tasted good.

His wonder did not last very long. His penetration of her undid her. She groaned and grunted, hugging his head close to her slit, as her body rolled and shivered with her first forbidden orgasm. She felt him continuing to lick as it rolled through her, making her weak and warm. As it took its course, she found herself exhausted, falling backwards into a sort of dazed oblivion. Thoughts failed to form coherently as she looked up at the dark, dirty ceiling of their room.

Jaxy pulled his face away from her and wiped it with the back of his hoof. For a moment, he laid on his belly, looking at her and admiring the utter contentedness in her eyes. He saw no pain there as she basked in afterglow. It was as she had hoped. Their union had brought her just enough happiness to bend a smile on her otherwise downcast face. Taking pleasure in at least that fact, Jaxy crawled up beside her, clutched her gaunt frame to his chest, and nuzzled her affectionately. Sighing heavily, he whispered into her ear, "I love you, Cinders."

The filly shivered at the heat of his breath and pressed closely into him, whispering, "Ah love ya too, Jaxy."

For a brief while, they laid together without exchanging a word or a sigh. For the moment, they were content to be with each other. And it was out of that contentedness that the moment was brought to an end. With premeditated conviction, Cinders spoke, saying with certainty what she had been certain she would not say just an hour before, "Ah'm goin with ya, Jaxy."

The statement took the stallion by surprise. He bent his gaze to hers and asked, "Really? Are you sure? I thought you didn't want to die of hunger."

Kissing his chin, she stated, "You'd let yerself starve 'fore ya let me starve. The way Ah figure it, I'm certain to die if Ah stay here. Ah'm only most likely gonna die if Ah go with ya. And 'tween the two, Ah'mma get more fun outta bein with you. 'Specially if yer gonna make me feel good like that."

Jaxy's chest swelled with heat and relief. He squeezed her close, thankful to no end that he would not have to face the terrifying world alone. The future suddenly seemed a little brighter as though there might be something in it aside from pain or misery. With a real smile, he whispered, "Thank you, Cinders. I won't let you down."

"Ya better not," she countered immediately, "otherwise Ah'mma have ta kick yer ass and ya know Ah'd beat ya any day of the week!"

Her words made the stallion laugh and rustle her mane. He looked down into her grey eyes with endearment, and kissed her lips tenderly, lingering longer than he'd ever done before. As their lips parted, he smiled sweetly and whispered, "Goodnight, Cinders."

She pressed her face into his neck and whispered with soft mirth, "Goodnight, Jaxy."