House of Parker

Featured Characters - Derpy and Peter Parker

Rating - T

Chapter Thirteen “Number One Fan”

Derpy hummed to herself as she folded the last of the laundry. Fortunately, there wasn’t much to do, and the task took only an hour to complete. She organized the clothing, leaving each pile under the appropriate label. Derpy furrowed her brow at a black latex outfit, her crossed irises scanning the attire for several moments. It was quite troublesome differentiating Felicia’s choices of clothing from Rarity’s, but both mares were lenient, usually understanding the mix-ups.

Derpy took her chances, leaving the outfit in Rarity’s pile. The mare let out a sigh of relief. She was practically done, seeing as the washroom had been tidied back into decent condition, and there was only one piece of clothing left to attend to at the bottom of the basket. Derpy giggled, her golden gaze softened at the pair of crimson and blue tights. The mare lifted it gently, gazing at the black spider emblem before holding it near her muzzle. She inhaled deeply, sighing afterwards.Although the washing powder had cleansed the odors, Peter’s crisp scent was still emanating from within the suit. The stallion wore the Spider-Mane suit dutifully, more often than any piece of clothing in his possession. It was a part of him, his essence, and Derpy loved every ounce of the stallion, from the soft-spoken Peter Pony Parker to the reckless abandon of Spider-Mane. The mare planted her lips against the spider emblem before proceeding to fold the attire, but Derpy paused, gazing upon the costume further.“I wonder what it’s like?” she whispered, stretching the sleeves before doing the same to the body. Despite being in a relationship with Peter, the pegasus still considered herself to be Spidey’s number one fan. Derpy bit down on her lip. She looked back at the door before hesitantly returning her gaze to the costume. Peter was special, on a global scale, and Derpy was so average, recognized only for her constant blunders. Her ears lowered, disappearing into her mane. She wanted to be special for him, at least for a moment. Derpy nodded, her face flushing and ears perking. “I’ll do it… just this once.”Derpy slid her frame into the costume, losing her balance on several occasions. The Spandex hugged her body tightly, gripping at every region of her body. Her breathing grew shallow. It was a bit invading and restrictive as the mare managed to pull it over her shoulders and folded her wings underneath. Derpy frowned, her mind thinking back to Peter. He was graceful and majestic, maneuvering with the greatest of ease. How did he manage to move about so freely in this outfit?Slowly but surely, the costume settled into place and lightened its hold, allowing the mare’s muscles to relax. Derpy stared at herself, her face burning. It was a perfect fit, yet she felt small, unable to fill this space. Being Spider-Mane was not something just anypony could do. It was a gift, something a klutz like herself could never live up to. Derpy sighed, ready to remove the costume from her being, but the mare froze, her muscles locking against her will once she noticed the stallion standing by the door near the back of the room with a grin on his face.Peter chuckled as he closed the distance between himself and the mare. “This is a surprise. It’s not too often when a pony gets home and finds his marefriend trying on his clothes.”Once they were inches apart, the stallion stopped in his tracks. His hazel eyes remained locked on the blonde, and his brow lowered as his analysis continued. Derpy could only maintain eye contact for a few seconds before her gaze fell to the ground shamefully. Her hooves trembled, the temperature in her face continuing to rise, but her trepidation dissipated once Peter grinned, lowering his head until his lips pressed against Derpy’s.He pulled away, his smile intact. “The tights look great on you. It really shows off your curves.” The stallion edged over, his mouth landing on the mare’s ear before he nibbled on it playfully. Derpy’s eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head, but she allowed herself to melt in Peter’s grasp. He paused, allowing his hot breath to brush against her fur. “I’m easily your number one fan.”Derpy squirmed underneath the stallion, whining. “Don’t say such things! I’m not…” Her lips betrayed her initial shyness, curling into a sheepish smile. She hesitantly broke away from Peter’s hold, instead choosing to sit by his side. He obliged, allowing the mare to rest her head on his shoulder after he took a seat as well. Derpy raised a hoof and held it across from her face. “Peter. What’s it like being a hero? I only tried on your costume to see what it felt like, but--” she trailed off, her face flushing as her free hoof traveled to where her tail rested. Shifting in place, the mare turned back, dismayed. “Really, it only gave me a wedgie. How do you do it?”Peter chuckled. “I get the wedgies, too. It takes some getting used to, especially when it rides up the crotch.”Derpy giggled. “I’m serious, Peter.”Peter sobered, directing his stern gaze to the ceiling. “Really. Anypony can be a hero. Ponies say I’m a hero because I can punch things really hard and lift heavy stuff, but there are heroes all around right in the open. The knights of Canterlot never get the credit they deserve. Luna stays up every night and loses out on sleep to make sure we’re all safe. Twilight, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie have saved the world more times than I have. Cheerilee teaches the fillies so much. Zecora provides a voice of reason for our house. It’s really just about everypony doing what they can. You’re a hero too, Derpy.”The mare’s eyes widened. “Me? What did I do? I’m not a hero.”Peter placed his hoof over Derpy’s shoulder. “It’s true. You’re an amazing mother to Dinky. You’re giving her everything that you have to offer, even when some of the villagers give you a hard time during a few of your missteps. It really makes me to just want to be there for you. You’re always so supportive. It’s high time somepony gives you a little back.” The stallion nodded, kissing the mare’s cheek. “You are a hero, to me and Dinky.”Derpy found herself nodding, her eyes moist. “Oh. Thank you, Peter. That means so much,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she nestled her head into the stallion’s chest. Peter brushed his hooves through her golden mane, prompting the mare to snuggle against his body further. “I love you.”“I love you, too,” Peter grinned, kissing the top of Derpy’s head. They sat in a comfortable silence for several moments, but the stallion’s mind wandered, as did his eyes. Peter’s face burned, his thoughts lingering on a certain matter. He freed his gaze from the mare’s tail and sighed. “Hey, Derpy? Would you mind wearing the costume tonight?”Derpy furrowed her brow. “Huh? Why?” Peter was silent, alternating his gaze between Derpy and her tail. The mare’s eyes slowly widened and ears perked, her mind registering what the stallion was implying. Though her face was a fair shade of crimson, Derpy smiled mischievously and rubbed her flank against Peter’s. “I don’t see why not. We still have time before everypony comes back.”Peter smiled, gently placing the mare on her back and positioning his body over hers. “We’d better make the most of it then.”