Derpy Is A Good Pony

>She comes home in the early afternoon
>She's a mailmare after all, and work is done early
>You're just waiting for her on the couch, reading a book and missing TV and internet.
>You can both live off her salary, and the other ponies in town are happy that she has someone to take care of her now
>"Hi! I'm home!"
>She announces, as though it weren't obvious
>she lays across your lap like usual
>rolls over onto her back
>"Is today a day to rub my belly?"
"Sure, Derpy."
>She smiles brightly, as if all her dreams just came true
>you run your hand over her soft belly, and pet her fur
>she relaxes instantly, content with just being touched and feeling loved
>her legs twitch a little as she lays back, mouth hanging open and completely lost in the belly rub
>you keep reading, petting her without paying attention
>After a moment you notice her squirming a little
>you look down, and find your hand has wandered lower than usual
>her teats are warm, and pinker than the gray of her fur
>she doesn't protest or anything
>you rub her teats like you were still on her belly, and she squirms again, her hind legs kicking a little.
>"My tummy feels more different than rubbing."
"Does it?"
>"Uh... I don't know?"
>Typical answer.
>Poor stupid, confused pony.
>you keep rubbing, looking at your book but not really reading anymore
>Derpy squirms, and her nipples get hard under your rubbing
>She makes a little squeaking noise, somewhere between a moan and a whimper
"You like belly rubs, don't you?"
>"Yeah..."
>She sounds unsure.
>you rest your hand on top of her warm teats
"We can stop doing them if you want to."
>A sudden panic in her eyes
>she puts her front hoof on your hand to keep you from pulling it away
>"No! I want rubs! I'm good! You said!"
"Yeah, you're a good pony, Derpy."
>she lifts her hoof, and you keep rubbing
>she's squirming a little, but stopping herself each time she starts
>teats still hard under your hand, and her little noises starting to get a little higher pitch
>her hind legs kick a little, and her tail flicks against the couch
>you slowly let your hand slip farther down, past her teats
>Derpy freezes, her eyes wide and uncertain, uncomprehending
>you let your fingers rub slowly over her slickened pussy
>you keep your eyes on the book, as though it's nothing new or special
>she's hot below, slick and wet.
>She obviously likes her belly rub, at least in some way.
>but she's not moving now, other than just shaking and shivering
"Do you want me to stop?"
>"It's a secret place. Ma said."
"But aren't we best friends? Don't you want more belly rubs?"
>She squirms again, giving something that's more whimper than moan
>"Best friends..."
"Do you want me to stop giving you belly rubs?"
>She doesn't say anything, but she doesn't pull away.
>You rub her slowly, and then push two fingers into her
>she squirms again, and looks up at you
>her eyes point slightly apart, but are brimming with confusion and worry
>you thrust your fingers slowly in and out
>her pussy is tight, wet, and warm
>her whimpering changes tone, and her pussy starts squeezing a little
>you put your book down, and rub her belly with your other hand
>you keep pushing your fingers into her, and pulling them out to rub at her winking clit
>Derpy squirms again, making quiet, incoherent noises
>she doesn't know what to say, or how to say it
>the room is silent other than the squishing and squelching as you finger her
>and her confused moaning
>"Nn... Uhn... it... nn... belly, and... "
"Do you want to stop?"
>She hesitates, looking torn
>you pull your hands away from her
>she whimpers, and her hind legs squeeze together
>she fidgets and squirms
>"I want... I like belly rubs. I'll be good! I'm good, like you said."
>you undo your pants, wet fingers slipping a little on the button
>you pull them down just enough to let your cock out
>she stares at it, worried and knowing something is wrong
>"More belly rub? Please?"
"You're a good pony, aren't you?"
>She nods, looking up at you hopefully
>You take her muzzle in your clean hand, and rub it against your hard cock
>She looks confused, and then opens her mouth uncertainly
>you push yourself in, just enough to feel her tongue and lips
"No teeth, don't bite."
>"Uoaugh, oot ony?"
"Yeah, you're a good pony."
>your hand finds its way back to her pussy
>she tenses up at first, but she's still wet and winking
>you use your other hand to guide her muzzle
>working her lips slowly back and forth on your cock
>she doesn't know what's happening, or why it's happening
>her cheeks are a little moist, her eyes watering from her confusion and all the new feelings
>you keep rubbing her pussy
>and using her mouth
>she whimpers around your cock, and chokes a little when you push too far
>you try to hold back enough that she doesn't cough
>her strangled moans and choking noises push you farther and farther
>finally your fingering and rubbing pushes her over the edge she didn't know existed
>she moans incoherently and squirms, her hind legs kicking out and her pussy squeezing around your fingers as she orgasms
>she makes a mess on the couch, squirting out over it
>the wetness on your hand and the moaning vibrations around your cock make you cum too
>you coat the inside of her mouth and it dribbles out the side as her eyes widen in surprise
"Just swallow it, Derpy."
>you pull her muzzle off of you, and she closes her lips and swallows
>and then again, coughing a little after
>"I... what just... and you were rubbing and..."
"It was just a belly rub."
>She looks confused, adn then nods slowly
>Nope, she doesn't get it.
>After a few seconds of recovery, she speaks again, in a quiet, confused voice.
>A voice desperate for validation.
>"I'm... sorry I peed on the couch. Did I do it good? Am I still a good pony? Your favorite like you said?"
>You look down at her
>She looks up at you with desperate eyes, and a cum-glistening muzzle
"Yeah, you're my favorite, Derpy. You're a good pony. Let's go have a bath."
>She smiles a little, still confused, but knowing she needs the bath now.
>She comes home in the early afternoon
>She's a mailmare after all, and work is done early
>You're just waiting for her on the couch, reading a book and missing TV and internet.
>She announces herself like usual.
>"Hi! I'm home again!"
"Hi, Derpy."
>She lays down across your lap, and rolls onto her back.
>"Can I have a rubbed belly?"
"Sure."
>You rub her belly again, just like usual, keeping it above the waist
>If ponies had waists.
>She blissfully lays there and enjoys it for a few minutes
>but then she opens her eyes
>one of them looks up at your face
>"Can it be like last time?"
>She opens her mouth wide, and turns toward your pants
"Sure, Derpy."
>"I'm a good pony."
"You sure are."
End.