Destiny of a Lover

"Mmmm." The somewhat raspy voice of Derpy Hooves called out in the early morning, melding with the songs of birds. In her warm embrace was a human woman, kneading the joints of Derpy's wings and rib cage. In the blissful calm of erotic wing-play, the mare relaxed her muscles, content to let Cynthia's ministrations to a heap of fur and feathers.

"Hey, do you mind if I, you know... gnaw?" Cynthia asked the near-oblivious mare. "Sure. I trust you. I know you'll be gentle." came the reply. Derpy didn't mind.

The human female called Cynthia might have had her quirks, but she had adapted to life in Equestria, mastering the concepts of magical summons and transformations. She had managed to figure out recently turn a what she called a male appendage(that she had been born with, apparently) into its female counterpart(which she called a... homologous organ?). She had summoned useful objects to the pony world, never failing to go to agonizing lengths to make sure the 'mistakes' of her former home would no be repeated here.

Just what mistakes, Derpy didn't know.

Cynthia had finished her massage of Derpy's ribs and wings, moving downward as she continued to administer her love to her lover's body.

Pausing at the navel, she pulled away. Staring at the small round hole before her, Cynthia wondered what the mare's parents had been like in person. She had asked, but had never received more than a look of pained memories from Derpy Hooves. Derpy, like Cynthia, had always struggled to even accept herself, reasoning that that was the only way anypony would ever be her friend. Carrot Top had been there for a spell, but she had been experimenting with her own life. In the end, Derpy Hooves and her filly, Dinky, had been the most adorable of guinea pigs. Cynthia was her match, and they both felt it.

Continuing to wonder at the survivor of an inner cultural war before her, Cynthia dove in. Taking in the scent of Derpy's relaxed fur, she kissed a small circle around the equine's only remaining physical tie to her parents. Kneading a pattern into the fur, Cynthia tickled her marefriend.

In time, her mouth and hands moved a little southward, pausing every so often to return to Derpy's warm belly, full of the contentedness of acceptance and an early human-style breakfast.

At the top of the pubis mons, Cynthia changed directions. Moving instead to the legs, Cynthia stroked the outside and insides of the powerful equine thighs. Paying attention to the dense hardened muscle in between the joints, she heard Derpy's soft moan of pleasure, and felt her wings guide Cynthia back to the mare's sex.

Smiling to herself, Cynthia looked at the pert little set of lips. Interesting that something so small, could be the focal point of so much pleasure. Idly, Cynthia wondered what Derpy had felt with the stallion that had chosen to take her innocence. Pain? Pleasure? Both? Maybe she's not so unlike the last female I was with. The trim lips were starting to glisten with physical evidence of what Cynthia had gotten used to smelling whenever they were together. She stroked the vulva surrounding the delicate hole, and moved up to eye level with Derpy.

Sensing her lover change positions suddenly, Derpy's eyes fluttered open. Look at her, Cynthia thought to herself, She thinks she's the only one who knows what she wants. The mare's big eyes stared at Cynthia, and simultaneously at the ceiling. Giggling, Cynthia closed the gap between their faces, locking their lips in a kiss of passion and happy fulfillment.

Positioning her legs in between Derpy's, Cynthia brought her body to contact along the whole length, making sure to mash her voluptuous breasts into Derpy's chest. Squealing happily, the equine's forehoof shanks came up to the sides to Cynthia's torso.

"Cyn," she said,, "I'm so glad I found you. I just can't believe-" Cynthia clamped their lips together again, understanding loneliness and it's only cure.

Grinding her sex into the mare's, Cynthia gave her lover a feeling of love and closeness only two females could know. Their vulvas soft from each other's soft touch, they stared into each other's eyes as they pressed themselves ever closer, tighter.

Laying in each other's arms, the two lovers thought of their future together. Their thoughts needed no words; they were closer than somepony might think of their brother or sister.

I'll figure it out, someday. And then we can live together, and we can love each other. All together. Someday

Picking herself up from Derpy's embrace, Cynthia began to think of what her day would entail, while she attended to the attention her nature as a transwoman demanded