Sons and Loversby No RaisinChaptersStandard ProcedureThe Restless SleeperThe Lost WeekendThe Eternal MotherStandard ProcedureThere were three ponies in the sterile room, white-washed and yet vaguely gloomy. Two mares and a colt. Shining Armor, the colt, tried to sit still on the hospital bed but found it uncomfortable to keep his hind legs shut closed together. He wasn't having a good time. He had turned fourteen just three months prior, and squirmed slightly as he felt a peculiar pain all throughout his torso. He was a teenager. "So I understand this isn't a routine checkup?" said the nurse, one of the mares, who was half-busy with a dull pencil she had found captivating at the moment. Her light-brown mane shined under the lights of the hospital room. The nurse was about ten years younger than Twilight Velvet, the second mare, and indeed Velvet eyed the nurse with a glint of envy. I bet she doesn't even have a boyfriend. I remember when I didn't. Feels like ages ago. Velvet hadn't grown crow's feet yet, but she was well on her way to that point in her life. She was thirty-nine. Her fortieth birthday loomed on the horizon. Her friends liked to tease her about it, but she found none of it funny. "Well, no, I wanted to see a professional about my son here—" "I think I can speak for myself, mom." Shining didn't meet either of their gazes. His voice was unbearably soft, feeble, reserved for a boy of his age and stature. Velvet almost couldn't make out the words at first. "Yes, I know that, sweetie, but I brought you here, and I think it's important that the nice nurse and I get on equal terms," she replied, then turned to the bored nurse. "It isn't an emergency or anything, in case you were wondering." "Oh, I wasn't assuming that." The nurse dropped the pencil with her magic absentmindedly. "Doctor Bloodmoney gets called in for more serious appointments. Although..." She cocked an eyebrow. "How serious is this, exactly?" Velvet sucked on her upper lip before answering with: "Well, my son has been having difficulties with his, um..." "You can say it, mom," Shining said bitterly. "I think I've been embarrassed enough already." Not taking her eyes off the nurse, Velvet nevertheless acknowledged Shining's approval. "My son has been hurting a great deal in his—" choking for a moment before continuing— "lower region. He has had to take off a few days from school—not too many, but a considerable amount—and his father and I have been getting worried. So he told us about what hurts him, or at least gave us a general idea." The nurse's mouth gaped, but she didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then she said in a quick instant, "Oh! I think I know what you're referring to, Twilight Velvet. I can assure you, if it's what is most likely the case, you have not much to worry about. But I do need you out of the room while I inspect Shining's area of pain." Her attention had been completely diverted to the appointment now. Shining's eyes widened. "Uh, inspect me?" "Oh yes," the nurse replied. "It won't take long. but I'm afraid Velvet will have to leave the room." Velvet's head turned a tad and her mouth made nearly an 'O' shape. Is she going to put her hooves on my boy? But then again, this might well be necessary. Ugh... She dared not say a word for a time. She felt trapped in time. Frozen. Shining gave his mother an odd look. "Uhh, mom?" Whatever it was, Velvet snapped out of it with a blink of her eyes. "Oh, yes, right. I will do that." She turned and opened the door with her magic, turning back at the two momentarily. "Don't take too long now." "I'll let you know when you can come back in," the nurse said gently. After that final word, Velvet stepped out into the grey hallway and closed the door unceremoniously behind her. She let some hot air out of her lungs and made her way to the lobby. I could finish that one issue of "Trotter's Digest," I suppose. Shining was stuck in an uncomfortable scenario, but he couldn't deny himself the fact that the nurse was quite pretty. Her mane seemed to be long and flowing, but it was kept in a bun in the way most nurses wore their manes during work. She also had a delicate face that appeared as though it had been sculpted by a divine creator over the course of centuries, with subtle curves and bumps; it was the kind of face teddy bears wished they possessed. Her eyes were a hypnotic blue, as calming as the sky on a fine day. Still, Shining felt disturbed on the inside, like something wasn't sitting right. I wish she wouldn't look at me like that. He felt so small compared to her, despite being about the same height in actuality. And, of course, the nurse did look at him in 'that' way. She must've known it, too, but she would never say. She simply inched her way over to Shining's side with a serene grin. "Now, I'm going to need you to lie on your back, if you wouldn't mind too much. I need you in that position to get a good reading on your condition." She seemed so innocent. Shining gulped. "My condition? What exactly is that?" The nurse appeared unfazed. "Well, as we have to check your heart and lungs by feeling up your chest and back, I'll need to check your lower region to come to a conclusion about it." She then sniffed in a way that Shining found adorable. "It's standard procedure." A couple seconds passed until it hit Shining. "Oh, my..." His ears drooped. "Right..." "Don't worry," the nurse said. "We won't get accurate results if you're too stressed out. I'll try to be gentle about it." She fluttered her eyelashes in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, and Shining felt his cheeks get warmer than he'd like. "Okay, nurse." Shining then swung his hind legs up onto the bed and turned his torso so that his head would rest on the somewhat stiff pillow. "I think I trust you enough. I mean, even though you're a girl..." The nurse giggled as though Shining had made a joke. "If I wasn't a girl you would feel more comfortable?" "Well, I mean—" shutting his eyes in frustration— "I don't know! I've never had this done to me before. I'm not even quite sure what 'it' is!" Without thinking, Shining curled up his forelegs close to his barreled chest and spread his hind legs in the same way he would have if he was reading a good comic book in his bedroom. The context here was quite different. "I didn't even wanna tell my parents about it for a long time. And good grief if my sister found out. Twily would be scarred for life or something, and I can't deal with that sort of thing." Listening to Shining, the nurse pulled out a metal step on the slimmer side of the bed, where the colt's hind legs were. "Hmm," she uttered in mild interest. "I assure you, Shining, what you're experiencing right now is nothing special for a colt your age." A thought came to her and she paused. "How old are you? Thirteen, fourteen?" "F-fourteen, yeah." Shining gazed at the nurse between his legs, donning a nervous smile. His eyes were locked on hers. What the heck is she gonna do...? He tried desperately to not think about anything dirty. Anything that might expose him. It didn't take long, though. The nurse lifted a rather innocuous-looking feather from the nearby shelf with her magic and moved towards Shining's groin. His member was still in its sheath, although the poor colt was already having a hard time keeping it in. The nurse said, almost quickly, "Now, I'm wondering, are your reproductive organs working up to snuff?" She took the tip of the black-and-white feather and wiggled it across Shining's testicles, which were more-or-less huddled together due to the coolness of the room. What the...! Shining's eyes bugged out at the feather's delicate touch. It may have been only a second, or more likely a fraction of a second, before Shining's member started to poke out of its sheath. It was a odd-looking thing, surely; Shining's penis had a pinkness to it that contrasted with his white coat, and it also possessed a certain thickness to it. This all became apparent soon enough. "U-uhh!" Shining stuttered out. He wanted to hide his shame, but at the same time he didn't. He didn't know whether to look at the nurse, who in turn was looking at his growing erection, or to do what she was doing. Could there have been a hint of pride in his addled mind? He was certainly well-endowed for a colt his age, although there were boys at school who were even bigger. The nurse kept tickling Shining's balls, eyeing him with something that bordered on astonishment. "Alright, so at least I can't write you off as having an erectile problem." She whistled a little tune. "I would say that's a record-setter, actually." In spite of what may well have been a compliment, Shining groaned in agony. "It h-hurts..." "Oh, I'm sorry," the nurse said sincerely. "I should stop doing this, then." She moved away the feather and leaned in to get a better look at Shining's testicles. "Does it hurt there? One of them, or both?" "My r-right one." Shining would have felt utterly ashamed in any other situation, but instead he felt a small wave of warmth flow over his heart. I can't believe she wants to help me! And she's pretty! He opened his hind legs a little wider. Humming to herself, the nurse took out a washcloth from the shelf and turned on the room's sink. She set it to 'hot' and waited a bit before dipping the cloth in the running water. With her magic she squeezed the cloth of excess fluid and then lifted it towards Shining's balls. "Now, let me know if this hurts. I'm going to massage it, and it might feel weird at first." The nurse gently pressed the warm cloth against Shining's scrotum, and the colt let out a low moan. "Feel anything?" "Y-yeah... i think it's starting to go away. The pain." Shining cooed, staring at the ceiling as the nurse caressed his balls with the warm cloth. It was such a strange feeling, but it felt so good at the same time. The colt had started to ignore the fact that his erect member was in full view, and it wasn't going to falter any time soon. He almost felt like passing out. The nurse rubbed Shining's balls in a way not too dissimilar from how a painter made brush strokes in tight areas on a canvas. It was done with great care. Then, in a flash, the nurse got an idea. She began to rub higher on Shining's scrotum, millimeter by millimeter, until she reached the shaft of the colt's sizable penis. With her magic she wrapped the cloth about halfway around Shining's shaft and gripped it—but not too tightly. The effect was practically immediate. A gasp escaped Shining's lips and he stared down at what the nurse was doing. A reserved part of him wanted her to stop, but the vast majority of him couldn't help but shudder in immense pleasure as the nurse slid the cloth up and down his shaft. His mind wandered to a fantastic place where the nurse's soft lips were wrapped around his throbbing member, where she was bobbing her head up and down on his rock-hard penis and her ordered mane bobbed slightly with her motions. The pressure would build and build for eons until Shining came in her mouth and shot his hot semen down her throat. And she would smile, some of the white essence of Shining's being on her pretty pink lips. The image's lucidity gradually escaped him as the pressure in his penis mounted, but the feeling didn't lessen. It only grew. "Ahhhh..." The colt found himself unable to form words as the nurse stroked his member with the warm cloth, nearly reaching the tip of his quivering penis—wet with pre-cum—before rubbing back down towards his scrotum. This motion was repeated for who-knows-how-long. Shining was so unable to form words, in fact, that he couldn't warn the nurse that he was about to come. Then the moment came, and so did he. Shining's member throbbed as it spurted out sticky gobs of semen onto the colt's belly and chest, blending in with the whiteness of his coat. Shining laid his head back in relief at the drawn-out climax. At least it didn't hit me in the face. His cheeks were burning with redness, but he had long since stopped caring. He felt a delightful weightlessness in his body. The nurse kept her smile and nonchalantly wiped off the semen with the cloth. She gave the colt a sympathetic look. "Didn't want you returning home with blue balls, right?" She then tossed the soiled cloth in the sink and stepped down from the bed. Slowly, Shining sat up to meet the nurse's gaze, a bewildered smile manifesting on his face. "Right." Twilight Velvet had stopped focusing on the words a while back. Her eyelids felt heavy, and the magazine in her hooves felt weirdly heavy too. I could have sworn she said they wouldn't take long... She put the issue of "Trotter's Digest" aside and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She was the only one waiting in the lobby. It was a slow day. She felt old. Terribly old. Time swerved around her aging form. On the other hoof, Shining was on his way to becoming a lively stallion in due time. High school was tough for him, as it was for most colts, and the fact that he had a bookish side he didn't bother to hide also didn't help his case. He didn't have the body of a bookworm, though, unlike his sister. Little Twilight Sparkle appeared meek, even for a filly her age, but Velvet knew that Shining would turn out differently. It was only a matter of time. The door in the hallway creaked open, and the nurse poked her head out. "You can come back in, Mrs. Velvet." "Oh," Velvet said quietly to herself, "thank goodness." She got out of her seat and trotted over to the room where Shining was. It was much brighter in there than in the lobby, but Velvet didn't mind so long as she didn't have to stay there much longer. When Velvet entered, she saw that Shining was sitting upright like before, but something about him seemed different. He had this blank look on his face, although Velvet couldn't figure out the reason. Shining then turned his head, his lips curling upward. "Hi, mom. We've figured out what's wrong with me. Isn't that good news?" "Have you now?" Velvet cocked her head quizzically. "You sound like there wasn't much to it." "Oh, there wasn't," the nurse spoke up. "It's really quite simple, the thing your son has. You see—" clearing her throat— "at Shining's age, colts tend to experience a lot of—well... sexual awakening. During puberty there is this rush of hormones, and for colts especially it really takes a toll on the reproductive organs. Some handle it better than others. Shining here is just going through a great amount of sexual tension." "'Sexual tension'?" Velvet cocked her eyebrow. "Within himself," the nurse said coolly. "His loins have gone from zero to a hundred over the past couple of years, and he's still adjusting to this newfound sexual energy. Perfectly natural for a boy of his age, of course." Velvet stood still, and her brow furrowed. "'Perfectly natural'..." Shining appeared to get out of his funk before saying, "See, mom? Nothing too serious." His smile didn't go away. Defeated, Velvet didn't say anything for a while. I figured this would happen eventually. Now I have to deal with it. Author's Note The meat of the story has yet to come, I'm afraid. I plan for this thing to total about 12,000 words by the time I'm done with it. Expect a few more chapters, and for the Dark tag to get put to decent use. The Restless SleeperShining Armor's eyelids felt especially heavy in the morning. English class would end soon, but not soon enough. The classroom was quaint, and there were only a little over a dozen students contained within; Shining sat in the second row from the front, close enough to get a good look at the teacher—for she was indeed worth looking at—but just far enough away from the peak of attention, that being the first row. So really, the situation could have been much worse than it was. The teacher in question, Miss Sonnet, was a down-to-earth mare in her mid-thirties who, despite her apparent attempts to appear homely to the students, had garnered the one-sided affection of many a colt. Shining was one of them. As he sat in his ancient wooden chair, which no doubt had gone through a great number of rumps over the years, his mind shifted between gazing at Miss Sonnet, dressed in her surprisingly cute bow tie and horn-rimmed glasses, and sort of tapping the words of the book on his desk with his eyes. Why does this have to be so boring? I was expecting... I don't even know, but it should've been better than this! Shining, being a colt of his age, suffered a tendency to not focus on any particular thing for as long as he ought to have. "Now class," the teacher coughed, "can anypony tell me about the meaning of the rose that the titular character has been wearing in her mane throughout the most recent chapter? I assume you've read it, it's quite the page-turner." Miss Sonnet wiggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner at the colts in the front row, who were most definitely paying attention, if for the wrong reasons. "Ah, the scene where Lady Chrysanthemum finally gains the courage to spend her first night with the dashing but troubled Duke Bellington, what a sequence! Could you not sense the passion as the two consummated their love in the chapter's climax?" A few colts in the room raised their hooves, begging to be given attention like dogs, but Miss Sonnet only snorted. "Any fillies in the class who feel they want to contribute to the discussion?" Moments passed by painfully. No takers. But then a funny-looking filly who sat only a couple seats away from Shining raised her right hoof with great shyness. Her legs were too stocky, and her glasses were too big for her snout; Shining never had a fantasy about her. The filly also had braces on her otherwise whitened teeth, but some found this attractive. "U-Um, yes, well, the love scene was pretty nice. And I noticed that Chrys-anthemum—" for this filly said 'Chrys-' like 'Christ' without the 'T' at the end— "removed the rose from her mane when she and Bellington started the... thingy." Her cheeks took on a pinkish hue. Some of the students giggled. Miss Sonnet did not. She did, however, don a knowing smile. "Ah, and what do you think that means?" "It could mean—um, that the rose represented...?" The filly continued, but Shining had already begun to edit out her voice from the movie that was his mind's eye. He glanced down at his copy of the book, which was titled 'Lady Chrysanthemum's Lover.' It was a very old novel, written by a dirty old stallion who had written it over the course of several lonesome weekends to get his own rocks off. But since the dirty old stallion was good with prose, the novel was picked up by semi-intelligent readers who also ended up getting their rocks off to it. So, from this giant masturbatory session, the book became often cited as a literary classic. Maybe it was? Who knew? Who really cared? Shining scanned through several passages he found salvageable, and incidentally most of these passages came from the erotic scenes he had so far discovered in the book's dusty pages. The talking parts, of which there were many, were unforgivably dull and stuffy. The characters spoke too much of their emotions, as if unaware of how banal these things were. Lady Chrysanthemum? Chrys-an-the-mum? The mum? The mom? Is she a mom? I can't remember. Ugh, I wonder if Twily would know. The consideration left him about as quickly as it had arrived. No, come on, she's way too young for this sort of thing. Little Twilight Sparkle was ten years old. She would eventually find out about 'Lady Chrysanthemum's Lover' and enjoy it greatly, but she would never admit that to anypony. It was for the best. As Miss Sonnet and the kids around him conversed, keeping their attention off of him, Shining got lost in a particularly engrossing scene from the third chapter in spite of his overall distaste for the novel. The character of Duke Bellington was fascinating to the nerdy colt, since he was a firmly muscled and yet soft-spoken stallion who could have bedded any mare he wanted, and yet at the end of the day he had set his sights on a single mare he found to be so captivating in both body and personality that he could no longer hold back his lust for her after a time. The sentiment was naturally reciprocated. Shining rubbed his chin in a moment of contemplation. I wonder, will I ever find that special somepony? Maybe if she'd like me back, but what're the chances of that happening? Unless I joined the Royal Guard... "Shining Armor?" Miss Sonnet spoke kindly out of the fog of the colt's distraction. "Uhh, yes, ma'am?" he replied, now looking up, the beam between his eyes and the book broken. Miss Sonnet didn't appear irked. She simply said, "I understand it's a great book, but there are times for getting lost in it, and right now I need you to be part of the discussion." "O-Oh, yeah," Shining said, letting out a sheepish chuckle. "Sorry." None of the students around him laughed out loud, but devilish grins did manifest on their pubescent faces. It wasn't the best of days; it wasn't the worst of days. The breaks between classes were all too brief. The lunch breaks felt even more unjustly abridged, but then again they could never have lasted too long for the students. Lunch was split into three half-hour sections throughout the school day, and Shining got stuck with the first one. He was now at his locker, identical to the vast majority of its brethren, rummaging through the debris of his backpack as if digging for treasure. Did Mom forget to pack my lunch? Oh no... Shining felt some sweat form on his brow, but this was to be over nothing; his shiny box of assorted goods was buried deep at the bottom of his backpack. It was like a tin container for the ashes of the recently deceased, and was frankly too small, but Shining had never asked for a better one. Twilight Velvet had given it to him for his twelfth birthday, so it possessed some sentimental value. An alarming knock came upon the locker next to Shining's and the colt jumped with a start. He nearly banged his head on the top of his locker. With a grunt he reared his head to see who the culprit was. Shining's eyes met those of Willow Peak, a pudgy colt who looked like he could have been a member of the school's buckball team, and in fact he was trying out for a rookie position. The two colts stared at each other for what may have been a second too long. Then Shining said, "Hey, Willow." His eyes squinted. "Aren't you supposed to be in biology class right now?" "Ah, the good ol' instructor turned out to be sick!" he replied in a somewhat raspy voice. "Pretty crazy, eh? Never seems to happen often enough. Darn teachers always doing their jobs and such." "Shouldn't there be a substitute or something?" "Meh," Willow blurted out. "The subs don't care. They're not gettin' paid enough for that." The two colts started walking side by side down the hallway, which at this hour wasn't crowded enough to count as a life-threatening environment. Shining stood nearly a shoulder taller than Willow, but the latter seemed to be made of pretty dense material. Shining's beloved lunchbox was enveloped in his magic. "So how're the tryouts going, huh?" Shining said, leaning in a tad. "Ah well, ya know, it's a tough process. All these colts, half of 'em don't even understand how to do basic arithmetic, eh? I ain't even sure where they get these clowns from. Heck, I'm surprised you're not tryin' out for the team." "Well, yeah, I mean..." Shining cleared his throat. "I've been busy. With stuff. Really important stuff." As they passed down the hallway, a geeky colt turned from his locker and caught a glimpse of Shining. "Hey Shining, when're we good for that card game again? The one with the wizards and dragons?" "Saturday night at nine, my dude!" Shining then immediately turned back to Willow. "As I said, important stuff." "Uh-huh," Willow said, his eyebrow quirking, "like tryin' to get with that one filly? Ya know, what's 'er name." Before Shining could respond, they came to the nearest opening to the school cafeteria. The first lunch break was starting, and students entered and got thick plastic trays that were almost meant for prisoners. It wasn't a busy scene yet, but it wouldn't take long for the place to become overcrowded and overheated. Shining took in the relative emptiness of the cafeteria in this pre-invasion state. But then of course, as its occurrence was inevitable and essentially predestined, his eyes spotted her. Sitting at the far side of the cafeteria, taking up one end of a long table with several of her supposed friends, was Cadance. She was a junior, two years older than Shining, and she was a special sight to behold. She wore her flowing mane in a ponytail, and her legs must have been constructed to be as appealing as possible; she was also, for reasons nopony could explain, an alicorn. Really, though, the combination of it all made Cadance appear to be a swan that painters would obsess over, which ignited a certain passion in Shining's loins. His eyes widened, and he found he still couldn't come up with a reply. Why does this keep happening to me? "Come on, Shining," Willow said, nudging his friend's side, "ya gotta ask 'er out!" "N-No." Shining stepped into the cafeteria, trying to avoid gazing at Cadance. "She wouldn't like me." Willow followed him, determined as ever. "Come on. You're strong, you're awkward, you're into geeky stuff..." "I think only one of those was a compliment." "But I bet she likes all those things in a guy!" Willow tried whispering, but it wasn't working out for him. "She seems like the kinda girl to prey on the shy ones who're secretly hunks, and ya meet those requirements." Shining sat down at an empty table, as far away from Cadance as could be. He put down his lunchbox and cracked it open absentmindedly. "I don't think so. And besides, I'm a freshman. If a colt who's a junior or senior goes after a filly who's a freshman, it's creepy, but if a filly who's a junior or senior goes after a colt who's a freshman—well, that never happens, does it?" Willow grumbled and went to get in line for his meal. Shining sat by himself and took out a sandwich wrapped in plastic. He unpacked the sandwich and lifted it to his lips with his hooves, his mind already wandering to a place even he couldn't understand. Ah, peanut butter and jelly. Penis butter and jelly? The train screamed as it came to a stop at the station. It was a sunny day, although the weather was like that on most days anyway. Twilight Velvet never liked sunny weather that much; she had always preferred clouds and mild temperature. She was waiting with little Twilight at her side, the filly sticking close to her mother. "It's a shame you have to be away for the whole weekend," Velvet said to Night Light, her husband. "I know, dear, but when business calls, I have no choice but to answer it," he replied. Night had already turned forty, and like most stallions he handled the milestone with grace. He was a good-looking stallion, especially for his age, although he came off as unassuming to his coworkers due to his generally laid-back nature. He was a businesspony, though he rarely bothered to specify what kind. Shining stood next to Twilight, towering over the downcast filly. He glanced sideways at Velvet, who appeared stern. Velvet didn't reciprocate this glance; she had difficulty with looking at her son straight in the eye as of late. "Hmm," Velvet murmured. "Just make sure to send us a letter while you're in Trottingham. I always love to read what you write." She took a step forward and nuzzled Night's cheek with much affection. Night smiled and said softly enough so that little Twilight couldn't hear, "And I'm always eager to read you, dear." They giggled to each other, and while Twilight didn't hear what her father said, Shining did, and a very uncomfortable image began to form in his head. His face screwed up and he cocked his head to the side a little. In a flash Night picked up his bags with his magic and beamed at his children. "Bye, kids!" "Bye, Dad!" they both said simultaneously. Twilight's voice stuck out as it was quite squeaky. Night then winked at Shining. "You take good care of your sister now, Shining!" "Sure thing, Pop!" The colt smiled widely and awkwardly at his father. The gesture was endearing enough. As ponies started to board the train, Night turned to join them. Velvet gazed longingly at her husband as he departed and said loudly, "I'll miss you, honey!" She waved her hoof for emphasis. Indeed she was going to miss her husband, as the depths of her loins demanded she receive a good rutting at some point. "I'll miss you too, dear!" And after a short time, Night had left with the locomotive, the great metallic beast chugging westward. Velvet had to put away the book Twilight had been reading. The filly didn't look happy about it. "But Mooooom, it's not even that late out..." the filly said weakly. "It's late for somepony of your age, Twilight." Velvet sounded tired, but she persisted. Twilight's bedroom was incredibly well-organized, but her bookshelf stood out as an example of how unruly the filly could be. At ten she had already begun collecting books thin and thick, some of which were well outside her age group. Still, Velvet and Night enjoyed the fact that their daughter was such an avid reader. Twilight pulled the top of her blanket up, almost over her head, and made a quiet pfff sound with her lips. "But Mooooooom—" "Nope, none of that nonsense," Velvet said as sweetly as she could. "You go to bed and you like it, alright?" The bookish filly turned to her side, facing away from her mother. "Okay, Mom. But can I at least stay up later than usual for the weekend? I have some reading I really wanna catch up on." Velvet smiles nuzzled the back of Twilight's neck. "Okay, sweetie. I'm going to blow out the candle now." And so she did, the flame of the candle on Twilight's nightstand dying from the sudden gust of air. "Goodnight, Twilight." "Goodnight, Mom..." Twilight pressed the side of her face into her pillow, hoping it would lull her to sleep with softness. She didn't say another word after that; she was always good about getting a decent amount of sleep, once given the proper motivation. Velvet stepped out of her daughter's bedroom and closed the door behind her. I remember when I used to read a lot... when I had the time to. She sighed and blew a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. Of course, being an adult, Velvet hadn't grown tired yet. There were still some matters that had to be attended to. What happened in the dream I had that one midsummer night? That one felt amazing, but I can't remember for the life of me what happened in it now. Just the feeling. What a feeling it was! Velvet knew, in equal parts pride and shame, that she had hidden a special compartment behind one of the dressing cabinets in her bedroom; the compartment contained an assortment of toys which were not meant for children. Yet Velvet couldn't help but notice, on her way to her bedroom, that something was happening in Shining's. The candle in the colt's bedroom was still lit—the colt in question being old enough to stay up later than his sister—but that wasn't what caught Velvet's attention. There was creaking coming from the bedroom, as if Shining was tossing and turning in his bed. Maybe he was? Taking baby steps toward her son's room, Velvet began to consider what Shining was up to. Hmm, his door's still open, so he can't be... oh no, he better not be doing that sort of thing. Oh dear, to think of it, us tending our gardens at the same time, that would ruin my mood! Velvet frowned and tried pushing the thought away as she entered Shining's room, the colt seeming to not notice his mother's presence. The mare cast a shadow that reached out from the bedroom doorway like a ghastly hand. Shining didn't look at Velvet; his eyes were glued to whatever was under his covers. The creaking of his bed continued. Only the top of his head could be seen. He was... moaning? Groaning? Quietly as if not to be heard, but Velvet could make the noise out. Velvet, her brow now furrowed, pressed her hoof down on the foot of the bed, seeing if Shining would notice. He did. The colt looked up from under his covers and stared at Velvet's fiery gaze. Shining's eyes were like an owl's. "Oh, h-hi there, Mom." "'Hi there' yourself, Shining." The candle on Shining's nightstand made Velvet's eyes burn brightly, making her out to be like a tigress whose fearful symmetry was causing the young colt to stutter with fright. Are you really doing this to me now, my son? I couldn't have ignored you and gone off to enjoy myself? What do I have to do to make us both happy here? Shining pulled his front hooves out from under the covers and tried donning an innocent look. It would have worked, maybe, if not for the fact that the middle of his blanket was sticking up like the peak of a tent or a mountain. "I'm sorry, I-I..." Velvet released hot breath from her lips like a disgruntled dragon. "The least you could have done was close the door before you decided to play with yourself. You ought to be ashamed, doing it so out in the open. What would Twilight think?" She then used her magic to shut the door to the bedroom so that none of the candle's red luminescence escaped it. Now less nervous, Shining's mood shifted to a more grumpy mode. "And you weren't gonna do the same thing?" "Oh, well," Velvet pouted. "I was planning to be decent about it, if you must know. Unlike you, you pig." And to think I raised him to be a gentlecolt! The mother's gaze proceeded to match her son's, and the two silently regarded each other for a long moment. Shining sniffed deliberately and looked away from Velvet in passive aggression. "I'm not a pig..." Velvet shut her eyes tightly and sniffed as well. Good grief am I frustrated. I'm frustrated and horny now. How am I supposed to sleep like this? And how am I supposed to please myself with nonsense like this getting in the way? She eyed her son, who still refused to meet her gaze, and then—in a movement that felt so natural as to be unnatural—lowered her eyes down the bed to notice the mountain peak still present in the middle. Right where... Right where... "Let me see it," Velvet uttered suddenly. Something odd got caught in her throat in the moment immediately following her remark, and she worked to get it out of her system. Shining blinked hard a few times before turning back to look at his mother. "U-Uhh, see what now?" "Let me see what's under the covers." Velvet's stance didn't falter; rather she unconsciously moved a little closer to Shining's bedside. "Mom, I think you know what's under there, and I'm not ready to embarrass myself that much yet!" The fiery glow in Velvet's eyes seemed to only intensify. With her magic she pulled the covers right off Shining's bed in one quick motion, before the colt could respond in time. "Ah!" Shining squealed as he attempted to cover up his shame, but in his heart he knew it was of no use. His erect member, now free from the confines of the blanket, popped almost completely upright. It hasn't wavered an inch since Velvet had first entered the room. "Hmm." Velvet sucked in her lips and licked at them seductively. Not bad, come to think of it. And I see it's got some precum on the end too. He must have been going at it for a while. She then tilted her held as much to the side as she could to get a different angle. Shining had stopped trying to cover up his member, though his heart was racing now. "U-Um...!" Shining struggled to find words. He couldn't avert his eyes from his mother's form, and gradually he felt his hormones take hold of the most rational parts of his mind. Now more than at any other time in his life so far, Shining couldn't deny that he found Velvet to be quite an attractive mare; the thought wasn't exactly new to him, although he did try to keep it far away from the bulk of his conscience. As if in spite of her age, Velvet appeared to be the kind of mare Shining wanted to be dominated by, ever since he started seeing members of the female sex in a striking new light a few years prior. Velvet's face and mane lacked extravagance, but they served as parts of a well-oiled machine, not coming off as drop-dead gorgeous but at the same time radiating pleasantness. More importantly, however, Velvet's hips and rump were—to put it one way—appetizing as all heck. They were shapely, wide, a little plump, optimal for rearing foals. So what a shocking stimulation it must have been for Shining when, without him realizing it at first, Velvet had started licking at the tip of his penis. She had gotten onto the bed, her hind legs barely having enough room at the foot, and her head was between Shining's own hind legs. Shining's pupils shrank as he looked at Velvet do her work, grazing the very end of her slippery tongue along the head of his rock-hard member, gathering up what little precum there was and briefly retracting her tongue into her mouth to get a taste before resuming the licking. After a time she looked up from her work and gave Shining a peculiar look he had never seen in his mother before. "Oh, I'm sorry," Velvet said cheekily. "I should have asked first. Bad manners, I admit." "Oh," Shining parroted. "You can... you can keep doing that... something like that..." He felt like he was about fall into a coma, and yet he felt this desperate urge within his being to stay awake. This was, after all, just another ice cream dream he was having. Right? "Mmm," Velvet said quietly, as if pondering something. "I think I will." She then proceeded to duck her head back down to lick along Shining's shaft, making it glisten with her saliva. The rough texture of Velvet's tongue was diluted somewhat by the wetness she created. She moved down the shaft, dangerously near the scrotum, before slipping back up in a teasing fashion and swirling the tip of her tongue around the glistening head of her son's penis. Comprehending what was happening to him at last, Shining let raspy moans escape his mouth. He was caught in a hurricane of emotions and, being the inexperienced stallion that he was, he got this creeping feeling in his gut that he would come too soon to enjoy the immense sensual pleasure before him. "Hey, um, you can do more to it if you want. I-I think I'd appreciate that." Velvet met her son's gaze, a demon's grin appearing across her face. "Well, I can, but you'll have to do something for me as well." "Huh?" Shining blinked and felt his penis twitch with abstract anticipation. "Hang on, you'll see what I mean." Velvet moved up along Shining's figure and looked him in the eyes for a second before leaning in and pressing her lips against his. The action, though sloppy, was almost immediately reciprocated; Shining pressed his comparatively firm lips back against his mother's, and though he had kissed only one mare before, he came to the conclusion that this one felt much better. The two eventually parted and Velvet gazed lustily at Shining before unbending her legs and turning completely around, her rump now facing her son's face. Shining's eyes widened at the sight, now so up close, and could only stay still, waiting for Velvet's word. "Now, try to do what comes naturally," Velvet said, lovingly in a twisted way. "O-Okay," was all Shining managed to say, battling his own nerves. At the same time, his hormones begged him to take action. Velvet, in turn, was staring directly down the barrel of the gun that was Shining's member. She felt her own nethers quiver slightly with anxiety, the lips of her pinkish vagina puckering together. Shining noticed these movements and felt tempted to raise his head to meet these precious lips halfway, but Velvet ended up lowering her rear and pressing her eager pussy against Shining's muzzle before he could make his move. The scent of his mother's love hit him like the greatest thunderbolt to have ever existed. The pressure of Shining's muzzle against her folds made Velvet moan so low as to border on silence, and in that instant she knew she wanted her son to do all he could to make her come. In return, she descended her mouth upon the stiff and moistened member before her and took to accomplishing the same goal for him. The motion was seamless, the warmth of her mouth engulfing the thickness of Shining's member, slowly going down to where she had about half her son's shaft between her lips. The rugged upper side of Velvet's tongue slid side to side in tiny motions across the underside of the shaft, eliciting a rumbling moan from Shining. For his part, Shining figured he had to do something with this gift of flesh his muzzle had been buried in, and so he began to kiss the folds of his mother's love with unrelenting vigor, eventually taking to extending his tongue out and pressing the tip along the quivering lips. Velvet reacted accordingly, moaning into her son's shaft as she started bobbing her head up and down, taking in about half of Shining's member each down she descended, pulling out with just the slick head remaining in her mouth, and repeating. Saliva dripped down the remainder of Shining's shaft before gathering on his balls. Perhaps it was from a pure desire to venture into his mother's depths, but Shining—nearing orgasm as he was—pushed his broad tongue as deep into Velvet's tunnel as he could allow it, breathing hot air onto her sensitive pussy. Feeling a certain sensation build up within her own being, Velvet took to picking up speed as she sucked on Shining's throbbing member, her lips tightly wrapped around the shaft. There was no way his seed was going to escape her, assuming he was going to come inside her mouth—which was what ended up happening. They weren't in synchronization with each other. Not exactly. But not long after Shining shot gobs of his semen down Velvet's throat, the mare taking in as much as she could before letting some of the sticky fluid escape down both her lips and the head of Shining's penis, Velvet moaned uncontrollably as she felt her pussy lips tighten around Shining's tongue in what may have been the most exciting orgasm she had experienced in weeks. The sensation was utterly overwhelming. Catching her breath, Velvet turned her head as much as she could to look at Shining, who seemed to be breathing even harder than her. She then said, in as dignified a way as possible considering the semen running down her chin, "So... how was that, sweetie?" For a while, Shining said nothing. He then replied with glazed eyes, "Fantastic, Mom." The Lost WeekendThe scope of the castle made Twilight Velvet feel like a pygmy, which in reality was what she was. She was short in stature compared to the mare sitting in front of her, Princess Celestia, whose mane flowed supernaturally with radiant colors. On a calm day such as most Saturdays—and such a Saturday this was—Celestia rarely ventured far from her throne. So Velvet stood before a behemoth of a pony, trying not to let sweat form on her forehead. Their conversation shouldn't have dragged on as much as it did. "I must admit, my dear Twilight Velvet, your daughter has been performing better than practically all of her peers," said Celestia. "Oh, r-really? I was under the impression that she may have been underachieving," Velvet replied, cracking a nervous smile. "At least, by your standards, Your Highness, which no doubt must be very high." Celestia tapped her chin, her hoof armed with regalia. One of the Princess' servants, a kindly middle-aged mare not much older than Velvet, brought a cup of tea near enough for Celestia to grab it with her magic. "Hmm, thank you." She then took a sip in contemplation. "Well, I do think her social skills could use improvement, as I mentioned before, but I think on the whole she is quite a promising little filly. Given time and some much-needed experience with various ponies, she could even..." "Could even...?" Velvet cocked her head forward slightly. Oh, I wish Celestia made her messages clearer! I love her, but she's always too around-the-bush with what she means. Royalty, never telling the straight story. Another sip. Celestia took on a grin that would have unnerved most ponies, though it was much more kindhearted than Velvet suspected. "Twilight Velvet, I'm not sure if you have noticed, but... I have been awfully lonely for too long. I haven't taken a student under my personal wing since when you were a filly, I'm afraid. The time has come, I think, to start the ascension to royalty for somepony who is truly worthy of that kind of power." Through all this her grin never left; its persistence told many stories. "It won't come about today or tomorrow, but I can sense that its inception is not too far away from the present." As the words sunk their fangs into Velvet's flesh, she stood still as a statue. "Are you saying it's possible for... for my daughter to one day become royalty? But my husband and I, we're little more than commoners in Canterlot. It's such a high-strung city, and I'm not even sure if my son will have a much better existence than—" "Do not worry about Shining Armor too deeply, my little pony." Celestia's tone gentled with those last three words. "He is a good colt, although I can't help but wonder if he could also use more in the way of social interaction." "Well," Velvet said, "we may be a family of dorks, Your Highness. It must be something in our genes." I blame Night Light for this. He's the dorky one. She chuckled in the way ponies did at an unfunny joke. "Hmm," Celestia hummed. Another sip of tea, which was delightfully hot to her divine lips. "Perhaps it just comes with the territory? Nevertheless, I hope to see more of little Twilight Sparkle in the future. And your son too. They're both bright children. My sister would have loved to meet them in person." A semi-second of vulnerability glinted in Celestia's normally unreadable eyes. Velvet felt something most peculiar crawl down her spine as she caught that glint. "Well, t-thank you, Your Highness. I'm just glad that this meeting turned out to be accompanied by positive sentiment." "Try not to be too fancy with your choice of words, Twilight Velvet," Celestia said. "Canterlot may be riddled with ponies who tend to have their muzzles raised—I sure know of that fact!—but you also have to be aware that you have a reason to have yours raised. Unlike so many of those ponies, who are either born into or buy their way into wealth, you have earned yours thus far." "O-of course. We all work very hard, my family and I." "And it would be a shame if you were to lose all that you have earned," Celestia half-joked. "Yes, yes indeed. Well..." Velvet took a humble bow, as one always did when in the presence of the otherworldly, and turned on her hooves to leave the throne room. The ceiling is too high in this place. "Fare thee well, Your Highness." Celestia's eyes had reverted to a state of abstract benevolence. "Fare thee well, my little pony." "So what's going on with you and that filly, eh?" One of Shining's so-called friends was pestering an older student, a colt who seemed too big to be able to fit inside the claustrophobic basement where everypony was at. The place was dimly lit, save for the center where a game was going on; the players didn't care much about being in the center, as they were too caught up in their own strategies and ramblings. The basement really served, more than anything else, as a place for all the teens to chat with each other—and the game only served as the focus point. So Shining stood out for a few reasons, not the least of these being the fact that he was one of the few not wearing glasses. Anyway, the bulky colt whom Shining's so-called friend was bothering didn't have much to say in return. "Well, you know, she wants to be slow about it. But whatever." He squinted at the quartet of colts under the light. His eyes were too small for his head. "Whatever?" The so-called friend winked in an unsubtle fashion. "Yeah," the bulky colt grunted. The two didn't say another word to each other for the rest of the night. As for Shining, he was in the front row, only inches away from the action. He didn't play this role-playing game himself, but he really liked seeing all the arguing and bickering that came with the territory of such an activity. Even so, watching, Shining couldn't see much of anything with clarity; his mind had long ago abandoned the present situation and flown backwards into one special orgasm that his memory had captured in time. In the couple years since he first learned how to please himself in a sexual manner, Shining had imagined what a real blowjob would feel like—but he did not expect it to be as magical an experience as it turned out to be. The warm moistness of somepony's mouth enveloping his penis, almost as if wanting to detach it with how hard it sucked... Jeez! The thought of it was enough to harden Shining's member as he watched the game, although nopony noticed in a densely packed crowd such as this one. The filly with the over-sized glasses had decided to show up to tonight's game as well, apparently. She stood next to Shining, blissfully unaware that his hormones were conjuring a storm in his gut. She said, with a kind of forced loudness that clearly wasn't suited for her, "So what do ya like more, fantasy or science fiction?" "Huh?" Shining replied. "Like the genres?" "Yeah!" she yelled in his ear, which made Shining take one small step in the opposite direction. "Some ponies just put them under the umbrella of 'speculative fiction', but I think there's a pretty big difference between the two!" Shining looked at the ceiling for a second with contemplation, trying to think. "Uhh, science fiction. What is that, sci-fi?" "Me too!" The filly with the over-sized glasses laughed squeakily. "And yeah, it's sci-fi. But don't call it that in front of some ponies, they don't like that!" "Why not?" Shining had no interest—or rather, he was putting in the minimum amount. "It sounds silly, doesn't it? 'Sci-fi'? I don't mind it myself, but some ponies do." Shining, without looking at the filly with the over-sized glasses eye-to-eye, said, "Sounds reasonable!" Without another word out of his mouth he trudged through the crowd of nerds and started his ascent up the basement stairs, which were more rickety than he would have ever liked. He opened the door to the first floor, light shining down briefly, before leaving. He was done for the night. His penis had retreated into its sheath before he had reached the top—but that was a good thing. The afternoon sun shined on Velvet's household, an estate that stood on a hill in a figurative sense; one of the more recently constructed establishments in the city, it lied on the edge of the upper-class world. Velvet and her family weren't known for being socialites, and the connections Velvet and Night Light possessed were distant enough to catch nopony's interest. So it always struck a chord in Velvet's brain whenever mail more substantial than bills arrived in the family mailbox. Prior to the advent of the mailbox, carrier pigeons often delivered letters of even mild importance, and unbeknownst to most ponies the breath of a dragon would end up serving even more efficiently at delivering mail. In fact, it wouldn't be too long before little Twilight would make the make the grade—so to speak—by hatching a dragon egg all by herself. But that was all in the future, a species of time that Velvet could never decide concretely on how to treat; it was much like the air, in that she couldn't see it. At the moment she was opening an envelope in the household living room, and the radio had been turned on. A pop tune began playing, something with a bubblegum appeal that was easy to ignore. The envelope—slim, but with the signature grey-brown marking that Night enjoyed implementing—weighed a lot in Velvet's hooves. The roaring sound of the shower upstairs did little to calm her heart. Not to mention the fact that he was in it. Twilight, on the other hoof, was away for a tutoring session. She was not one to mind much about. Velvet tore open the envelope with the tiniest hint of savagery; a wad of hot coal known as guilt started to flare up in her gut. She retrieved the letter, which had been tucked away inside the envelope like a baby kangaroo curled up inside its mother's pouch. With her magic she unfolded the letter, and read it: Dear Velvet [hopefully the kids won't see this], Business has been booming, as always. Still hate my boss though, that lard of a stallion. Remember him, eh? He hasn't met the family in a long time, but you might remember a pretty round guy who introduced himself to you a few months back, during that party one of your girlfriends was having [what was her name?]. Well anyway, that's the boring stuff, and the point is that he's been giving me a real hard time, but don't tell him that the next time you see him—or at least make sure to say it jokingly. He likes jokes, especially his own. But he's been in quite the mood lately, and I might end up staying at my hotel for longer than I ever wanted. I was supposed to return home on Monday, but it looks like—well, with the way things are going—I can't until maybe Wednesday. This really sucks the big one, honey. Still, you know, maybe it'll be a good time for you and the kids to bond more? [Oh what am I saying, I should be the one bonding with them more! They need to see their dad every once in a while!] But... but... I guess it's still a waste of time, at least to me. Because I won't get to be with you for these lonesome, dreadful days. It's been so long, honey. You know what I'm talking about. We haven't done much of anything since February, and that's just not right. For either of us. I've been really wanting to feel you again, not just share the same bed, you know? We should really do something exciting, not just the old in-out. Something a little risque, yeah? Something we've been wanting to do but haven't tried yet, and I've got a few ideas in mind. How about you? I'd like to hear them when I get back. That would make quite the conversation between us. All this work, I think it's killing me. I want to feel alive again, and especially with you, honey. I'm not sure what else to write, to be perfectly honest. [I hope none of my scumbag coworkers catch this either, by the way.] I feel like I've been teasing you a whole lot and not paying up for it, and the strange thing is that I really do want to do things with you. Sometime soon, hopefully soon enough. I think about you waiting for me all the time, during these late hours, and I hope you want me like that. With love, Night Light It took Velvet a long time to absorb the words in the letter, and bit by bit she felt like she didn't want to read any more of it. She sucked her lips into her mouth and felt something awful burning behind her eyes. What kind of trickery is this? What...? Surely somepony had to be pulling a prank on her, this middle-aged mare who lived in the sunset years of her beauty, this loathsome creature who had—without uttering a word about it after the act—had both betrayed her husband and gained incredible pleasure from committing the deed with a colt who had come out of her womb many years prior. And yet it was possible, naturally, that Night Light—who could not have known of said act, having been in a different city altogether—had been so ignorant of Velvet's misconduct that he had composed his letter in unnerving earnest. Yes, it was in fact a high probability that bordered on a guarantee. Velvet eyed the letter before shutting her eyes so tightly that light could not enter nor escape. She ruined the letter, or rather she ripped it apart with all the haste of a criminal seeking to eliminate evidence at the last minute before being discovered. By whom? Did it really matter? Regardless, the piece of paper had been turned to a pile of little slips. Feeling mucus beginning to flow within her nostrils, Velvet sniffed hard and threw all the slips of paper into the living room trash bin with her magic before ascending the stairs. She wanted to be in her bedroom, alone. Shining Armor didn't think much of showers, except as a way of both cleaning oneself and releasing some stress. He didn't have much of the latter, what with the game from the previous night going about as splendidly as expected. Maybe even more so? On the inside, Shining felt like a different colt when he was with his pals, those other colts who appeared much more uncouth than him. It was as if Shining had experienced something he friend did not, which was probably true. After all, it had been surprisingly easy to treat his nighttime affair with his mother as an almost impossibly good dream; part of him hoped to never live through it again, for fear of invoking a kind of shame that would attach itself to his heart like a tumor, but then again it felt so great that the temptation to repeat this series of events—to even, just maybe, go further than before—took hold of Shining's loins with extreme prejudice. Either way he did not feel like the same colt from just a couple days ago. Something had changed. Hot water poured over Shining's glistening mane and down his somewhat muscled back. It was unwise, in times of heightened hormones, to take a hot shower, for the heat had a profound effects on one's body. Shining enjoyed it without remorse. This kinda reminds me of the warmth of her mouth. It feels similar, but there's something more to that other feeling. Similar enough, though? With this, Shining let out a heated sigh as his member came out of its sheath like a bear out of hibernation, growing and thickening at a steady rate. He rested his front hooves on the tiled wall and peered down between his legs. Yes, it was there. His lips slanted. Again? Shining shook his head, wiping away some of his hair that gotten in his eyes, and and lowered his right hoof to touch his slipper shaft. He kept it there, but refused to stroke himself like he had on so many occasions in the past. His eyes squinted. I'm in a dream, aren't I? This feels too different to be in the real world. But I was in the shower, wasn't I? I was taking a nice hot shower, just like this one. So which version of me is dreaming? If I should really wake up. Getting caught in the shower, all wet and stuff, passed out. Twily would be so—ugh... He shook his head again and slightly retracted his hoof from the side of his hardened penis. This is a pleasant dream, though. I don't wanna leave it just yet. I can try to stay for longer. So he did; he stood in the stall for another minute before turning the knob and grabbing the nearest towel to dry himself off. His hair, moistened, stuck out in many directions. There was no point in bothering to calm down his throbbing erection. This was all a dream. "Where are you...?" A sigh. Velvet rummaged through a secret compartment that lay in the back of her dresser drawer, concealed by shadow. The compartment was 'secret' in the sense that it was kept out of a passing gaze's field of vision; Night knew exactly where it was, so it was not a secret to him. Even so, Velvet made sure to keep the door to her bedroom shut as she reached inside the compartment to grab a certain toy of hers. She did, however, forget to lock. Not being aware of this fact herself, Velvet proceeded to take out a cylindrical object, about nine inches in length and three inches in width, that was clearly solid but possessed a minor degree of flexibility. The object was almost a fluorescent blue, and it had a bulbous head at the end that would go inside... well... Velvet turned the object over in her hooves. It was a dildo—although Velvet always found 'dildo' to be an ugly word, especially one to be applied to something that brought her an adequate amount of pleasure. So instead the dildo was a toy, and it was her toy, for she liked to play with it. Velvet rested the toy at the foot of her bed with her magic before head into the bathroom to grab a small bottle of lubricant. The toy was amazing, or at least felt so, but it was not one of those fancy self-lubricating toys the younger mares had begun to fool around with; Velvet had left that club some years ago, and now she was standing somewhere in the middle. Would it hurt to buy one, though? Oh, but at my age... Velvet wiped excess wetness from her eyes; she felt some stragglers trying to emerge. It felt good to cry sometimes, but at other times—such as trying to pleasure oneself—it was an inappropriate thing to do. So Velvet lied on her back and kept her hind legs spread enough so that she could see where she was pouring the lubricant. First on the upper half of the toy, around the area where the shaft and head would connect, then she gently squeezed some of the lubricant with her magic onto her vaginal folds. The feeling of the lubricant, which carried with it the faint smell of pineapples and bananas (a tropical mixture?), soaking the sensitive lips of her pussy always gave Velvet a delightful tingling sensation. Her breath left her body, the lips of her mouth parting slightly to let the hot air escape; her pussy lips glistened with a moment of restored vigor. Penetration was easy enough. There was very little friction at the instant of the slippery tip of the toy entering Velvet's vagina. "O-oh," she blurted out, almost giggling as she pushed the toy deeper inside her, and since it was a particularly thick toy it threatened to cause her pain—but didn't. The muscles in Velvet's flanks tensed as she, with both front hooves, gripped the toy just tightly enough so as to make sure it didn't venture too far inside her depths; it instead went a good length in, about six of its nine inches (Velvet was admittedly a tad shallow in her nether region. Six inches was all she could take comfortably, while most mares could take in seven or eight.) before stopping. Mechanically, since the movements came unconsciously to her, Velvet began to push the toy in and out of her moistened vagina with calm strokes. The girth of the toy made up for lack of speed, and each time Velvet pulled it inside her it hit a single spot deep within her depths that strongly tempted her to let out a moan. The air in the room was getting hotter; summer was drawing near. The tropical scent of the lubricant, combined with the natural odor of Velvet's coat, made for a slightly intoxicating atmosphere. But then... the bedroom door creaked open. Velvet didn't notice the door opening at first as she—in a moment of genuine happiness—failed to recognize anything outside of the immediate sphere of her pleasure; she continued to rut herself with the toy, her eyes closed. Shining had his towel draped over his shoulders when he entered the room. His mane was a mess, bordering on a kind of deranged geometry project, and yet he felt no need to comb it down. He stood there at the edge of the room, spectating what must have seemed to him his mother being a caught in a blissful trance. She wasn't going to notice his presence, at least until she opened her eyes. Cocking his head, Shining also couldn't help but see with stunning vividness the blue toy being sucked into Velvet's pussy over and over again. Shining's member throbbed with hunger; he couldn't look away, and he dared not question what his penis most desired. "Mom?" was all he could think of to say, and he had to make himself known somehow anyway. Velvet opened her eyes with a start and tilted her head to look at Shining sideways. "O=Oh, hi, sweetie." She continued to push the toy in and out of her quivering pussy, and one of her hind legs twitched. "I should have really remembered the lock the door, shouldn't I?" she asked herself lightheartedly. Despite being sober on paper, Velvet felt like she was high on a brand of painkiller; she couldn't muster the energy to get angry at her son, who no doubt was enjoying the sight of her masturbating. "You should've, I-I guess," Shining said quietly, cocking his head more to get a better view between Velvet's legs. "But, you know, if that's cool and all..." The towel on his shoulders haphazardly slid off and hit the ground; he felt naked in the strangest possible way, for his coat may as well no longer have existed. Still, Shining couldn't ignore how extremely hard his member was. Maybe just one more time wouldn't make things worse than they already are. Velvet sighed, and without much thought she used her magic to pull the thick toy out of her depths and rest it on top her dressing drawer. She sat on her hindquarters, turning to gaze into the youthful eyes of her beloved son. "I'm getting old, sweetie." Shining blinked. "I know." He corrected himself. "But you still look great, Mom." A smile appeared upon his lips. "I'm sorry I've been getting grouchy with you lately," Velvet said with the utmost softness, "but you can forgive me, right?" "I think so..." Shining slowly pushed the bedroom door closed with a hind hoof. Velvet conjured a smile that nearly matched her son's, and her eyes dimmed dreamily. "Would you like to make me feel young again?" "Yes," Shining said, redness invading his cheeks. A peculiar feeling of being dwarfed by somepony much bigger than him started to make him feel even younger than he really was—and yet at the same time this gave Shining a newfound aura of excitement, of an eagerness to satisfy. "Y-Yes, Mommy. I'll do anything." He took a step forward. Velvet's smile widened every so slightly, and she repositioned herself so that her hind legs spread and faced Shining; her tail did little to hide her winking pussy and puckered anus. "Come to me. Now." In spite of the command, Velvet didn't sound authoritative; her voice had become like that of a songbird's. It did not take long for Shining to heave his front hooves onto the bed and lean forward so that his muzzle drew close to Velvet's pussy. If there was a flash of hesitation, it passed before anypony could notice, and so Shining pressed his lips up against those of Velvet's moistened nethers. The smell was pleasant, unlike the previous attempt—which was simply unassuming; Shining took a hard sniff of his mother, stopping the movement of his snout to take in her scent. The sudden and firm kiss upon her vaginal lips caused Velvet to utter a light gasp. "That's good!" she said. "Keep going, sweetie!" Her hind legs spread more, and yet began to compress as if preparing to buck. But she didn't; she instead let out a long and drawn-out moan as Shining planted hard kisses on the outer folds of her pussy; she could swear he was using the tip of his tongue at times. Shining used his tongue like tentacle and wiggled past his mother's folds, digging deeper and deeper into her depths—about as far in as his relatively stubby tongue would allow. Up until somewhat recently he had been afraid of the prospect of one day eating out a female partner, considering the large room for error and disappointment, but now he felt like his physiology had been designed to carry out such a task. And so he did, with the kind of reckless abandon that was appropriate for his youth. After a short time, Velvet knew she wanted more from all this. The toy had done a fine job, and Shining's tongue was almost on an equal level with it in terms of bringing pleasure. Almost. But not quite. Through the moans, Velvet said, "Come up here, sweetie. P-Please." Without saying a word, Shining complied, and licked up the area just above Velvet's crotch before crawling upward so that his snout rubbed against the side of Velvet's soft neck. He felt his member, which at this point was starting to excrete precum from its tip, touch the fur of Velvet's lower region. Shining knew, without thinking too hard about it, that he was about to embark on something he had never before experienced. And yet even the feeling of the underside of his shaft rubbing between Velvet's thighs was almost enough to make him come then and there. Velvet wrapped her hind legs around Shining's dense torso, humming in cooled satisfaction as feeling his penis tease her now-even-more sensitive folds. It will be just small enough, I'm sure of it! She blew out more hot air as Shining kissed up and down the side of her neck, nearly venturing out to behind her ear, and she couldn't hold this handsome young colt closer to her if she wanted. Or could she? For his part, Shining thought of a question. "M-Mom, how do I...?" His mouth was incredibly close to Velvet's ear, and she breathed harder as she felt the hot air from Shining's lips prickle her skin. Velvet kept her front legs latched around Shining's shoulders, realizing just how muscled her son was, and said, "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll—" taking a deep breath, feeling her depths tighten— "I'll help you put it in." She looked down and used her magic to carefully adjusted the head of Shining's member so that it aimed at her folds. The enveloping magic invoked a moan from Shining, causing more precum to leak out and moisten his tip. In a swift motion, once it was clear that he would not miss, Shining pushed his penis deep inside Velvet, earning a gasp from her in return. And... it was a supernatural feeling; it was beyond Shining's understanding, the feeling of having the warm and tight tunnel of Velvet's pussy squeeze his shaft for all it was worth. The colt was left breathless for a moment as he bottomed out, no longer able to dig deeper, and then he began—now possessed by something greater than himself—to thrust madly. His flanks tensed with muscle; his forehead began to release little beads of sweat around his horn. He was in Heaven, and he didn't want to leave. Velvet clung to her son as he rutted her without remorse and without mercy, without the slightest hint of wanting to slow down or stop. She could no longer control herself; she screamed; she felt the walls of her pussy constrict Shining's rock-hard penis as it pushed in and out, in and out, in and out, wanting to extract something from it. But then something occurred to Velvet, something which made her eyes widen in horror for a split second before they got overrun with rainbows of pleasures. She wanted Shining to come inside her. As deeply as he could manage. She wanted all his youth to herself, and who was going to tell her otherwise? Yes, she wanted his essence, the thing which granted him his youthful endurance. Make me young again, for Celestia's sake! And it was a wish that Shining—whether he knew it or not—would grant her in a few minutes. It was only a matter of when. In fact, Velvet didn't even mind that Shining had begun to bite down on the spot between her neck ended and her shoulder began. It was not a 'love' bite, or one inflicted upon one's prey, but one made out of desperation; Shining didn't want to let go. He breathed heavily through his nostrils and kept his teeth clamped down on the spot, almost to the point of breaking the skin. He thrust his hips at a faster and faster pace, sensing an all-too-familiar pressure building up within his crotch. But it all felt so much better than a typical masturbation session. "O-Ohhhh...!" Velvet could barely contain the volume of her voice; her pussy was about to explode, or so she felt that was the case. The orgasm came knocking at her door and barged right in, and without much warning she lost the ability to speak. Her vaginal walls contracted a great deal, threatening to squeeze the life out of Shining's penis, and not long after these shock-waves of pleasure she felt the first spurts of sweet warmth fill a spot deep inside her being. Indeed, Shining came mere seconds after his mother; he released his grip on the spot between Velvet's neck and shoulder and let out a low, bass-like moan that indicated something... different. It was not just the righteous orgasm—although that contributed to this dreamlike feeling of losing something not chained to the physical realm. As Shining lay there with his mother, sweating, taking deep breaths, he remained unaware of the fact that a slice of his youth had been spirited away. And it was never coming back. The Eternal MotherShining Armor ended up getting nearly everything he wanted, not the least of these being Cadance. The two had known of each for a couple years by the time they started courting—with Cadance often using her job as a foalsitter for little Twilight as a front—and it did not take long for them to realize that they were truly in love. By the age of twenty-one, Shining was married, and by twenty-three he had a daughter to call his own; she was incredibly rambunctious, but Shining didn't mind that so long as he made sure to get an afternoon nap every once in a while. All of this seemed to happen at a fast pace, but it was a good life nonetheless. But today was not going to be part of that so-called good life, for Shining had to pay a visit to his physician. Flurry Heart, his daughter, had been taken cared of by Twilight—now herself in the position of foalsitter—for the day, so that Shining and Cadance could go about their business with more relaxed motions; they would need the attempt at relaxation, since hospitals started giving Shining a tensity that bordered on a phobia since the latter days of his teen years. Dr. Bloodmoney, a husky stallion whose physique balanced out the fact that his otherwise sandy-brown mane was starting to grey, gave the much younger Shining a queer look. "Are you sure you haven't been overexerting yourself, my boy?" "Well, uhh, not more than what's expected of me, I'd hope," said Shining. He frowned and eyed his wife for a moment. Shining, for his part, sat on the hospital bed with obedience (you could tell he was a military guy), his firmly muscled body rivaling that of Bloodmoney's. Cadance sat close by, huddled in the corner, her slim figure a stark contrast to the stallions before her. With sympathy for his patient, Bloodmoney looked at the results on his sheet once more before saying, "I mean to ask, my dear boy, because while you say you're twenty-three years old—your birthday was in May, was it not?" "Y-Yeah." Shining rubbed the upper section of his right front leg; he had been given an injection there. "Right. So from what I've gathered, you're in good physical shape—for the most part. Your blood pressure is decent, not too high for a stallion of such a trying position as yours, and you're not suffering from failing eyesight or hearing." Bloodmoney then added, "Oh, and you needn't worry about suffering from a hernia." Cadance smiled in a way that was too sweet to be genuine. "I would sure hope my poor Shining doesn't have one of those. It would ruin some parties we hope to attend soon." She winked at her husband, and his cheeks reddened. Shining turned to Bloodmoney and said, "But then what am I not doing so well on, Doc?" The doctor readjusted his glasses with a hoof, for he was an earth pony, and replied with: "You're supposed to be twenty-three, and a stallion of your age is supposed to be in the prime of his life with regards to physicality. But, my dear boy... your heart. It doesn't exhibit the youth of the rest of you, I'm afraid. The heart may be a sturdy organ, but ages like the rest of the body, and yours seems to have aged faster than the rest of you." Silence. Shining's mouth hung open an inch; he looked at Cadance; then he looked at Bloodmoney. Although he did give the good ol' college try, he couldn't find words that fit his reaction. "Are you saying he has... heart disease, Dr. Bloodmoney?" asked Cadance, who decided that among the three she should be the first to say something, anything other than air leaving one's lungs. "At his age?" Bloodmoney was quick to reply with, "No, not heart disease. It's something else; it is hard to describe, as I don't think I have seen anything like this in a stallion of Shining's age. His heart seems to be—well—older than it should be. Why, I would say Shining here has the heart of a stallion nearly twice his age! And that isn't very good, is it?" Shining continued to sit there, mouth agape. It didn't make any sense to him; last time he got a checkup, his heart appeared to be in good shape—except the doctor still told him he should not be working himself so hard. It couldn't have been just the workload, could it? Something else had to be factoring into his rapidly aging heart since his previous visit six months ago. But why now? Twilight Velvet decided to pretty herself up for a birthday get-together (it wasn’t much of a party), as a good friend of hers—Starsign Blaze—was turning forty-nine. It didn’t take long for Velvet to make herself look more presentable than usual, since she was already the envy of those whose looks have been hijacked by the bandit of time. The get-together was a bore, naturally, because ponies of Velvet’s age were slowing down; they had to rely on colts and fillies of the younger generation to keep the blood flowing, so to speak. Starsign’s son, Gladwell, and his buddies were at this poor excuse for a party as well—though they clearly did not want to be there. Still, Velvet felt that she served as the beacon of youth that mares her age (who also looked it) could turn to and ask question in a passive-aggressive way. Starsign was a year older than Velvet, but that didn’t stop her from asking, “So Velvet, you crazy girl, how’s it feel to be forty-eight?” She turned her head to her friends, who were not Velvet’s, and added in a quiet but clearly condescending tone, “She’s always got the funniest answers for these things. She’s like a mystic now, if y’ask me.” “It doesn’t feel like anything,” said Velvet, smirking. “You should try being forty-eight, Starsign. You must have skipped that year by chance.” She coolly strutted past Starsign and the others, and left for the balcony of the birthday mare’s house. It was a nice place; Velvet didn’t want it. The mares continued gossiping. Truth be told, Velvet didn’t care that her faux-friends often talked ill of her behind her back; she knew what she had, and she knew she looked as if she had never aged past college while these crusty specimens continued to slowly deteriorate. Rather, somepony must have turned back the clock on Velvet’s body. She was a real beauty, nopony could deny that, but she had also developed in recent years a kind of death glare that gave the impression of a predatory animal in the jungle. Velvet rested her front hooves on the balcony railing and peered out over the hills and far away. It was nighttime, and the moon was near-full. She sensed somepony coming up beside her; it was Gladwell, who had evidently abandoned his chums for the time being. Velvet realized, upon inspecting this strapping young thing, that he must be—assuming he had such experience in the first place—a dynamo in the sack. So Velvet said, “Hello, Gladwell.” Only the corner of her fiery eye faced the colt. “Hello there," Gladwell said, leaning against the railing. "Nice evening innit, Mrs. Velvet?” He sniffed, for the air was dreadully cold. “It is,” said Velvet. A few seconds later, “Forgive me, but how old are you?” “Oh, just turned nineteen. Just a month ago, actually. My mum had me pretty late, I know.” Velvet saw that the boy smiled sheepishly at himself. She found it cute. This was not the first time she had interacted with Gladwell, but as of late she noticed that he was growing into his well-toned form quite gracefully. He was arguably the pinnacle of youthful masculinity. Mmm... Velvet’s lips parted. “I think she had you at the right time, handsome.”
Standard ProcedureThere were three ponies in the sterile room, white-washed and yet vaguely gloomy. Two mares and a colt. Shining Armor, the colt, tried to sit still on the hospital bed but found it uncomfortable to keep his hind legs shut closed together. He wasn't having a good time. He had turned fourteen just three months prior, and squirmed slightly as he felt a peculiar pain all throughout his torso. He was a teenager. "So I understand this isn't a routine checkup?" said the nurse, one of the mares, who was half-busy with a dull pencil she had found captivating at the moment. Her light-brown mane shined under the lights of the hospital room. The nurse was about ten years younger than Twilight Velvet, the second mare, and indeed Velvet eyed the nurse with a glint of envy. I bet she doesn't even have a boyfriend. I remember when I didn't. Feels like ages ago. Velvet hadn't grown crow's feet yet, but she was well on her way to that point in her life. She was thirty-nine. Her fortieth birthday loomed on the horizon. Her friends liked to tease her about it, but she found none of it funny. "Well, no, I wanted to see a professional about my son here—" "I think I can speak for myself, mom." Shining didn't meet either of their gazes. His voice was unbearably soft, feeble, reserved for a boy of his age and stature. Velvet almost couldn't make out the words at first. "Yes, I know that, sweetie, but I brought you here, and I think it's important that the nice nurse and I get on equal terms," she replied, then turned to the bored nurse. "It isn't an emergency or anything, in case you were wondering." "Oh, I wasn't assuming that." The nurse dropped the pencil with her magic absentmindedly. "Doctor Bloodmoney gets called in for more serious appointments. Although..." She cocked an eyebrow. "How serious is this, exactly?" Velvet sucked on her upper lip before answering with: "Well, my son has been having difficulties with his, um..." "You can say it, mom," Shining said bitterly. "I think I've been embarrassed enough already." Not taking her eyes off the nurse, Velvet nevertheless acknowledged Shining's approval. "My son has been hurting a great deal in his—" choking for a moment before continuing— "lower region. He has had to take off a few days from school—not too many, but a considerable amount—and his father and I have been getting worried. So he told us about what hurts him, or at least gave us a general idea." The nurse's mouth gaped, but she didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then she said in a quick instant, "Oh! I think I know what you're referring to, Twilight Velvet. I can assure you, if it's what is most likely the case, you have not much to worry about. But I do need you out of the room while I inspect Shining's area of pain." Her attention had been completely diverted to the appointment now. Shining's eyes widened. "Uh, inspect me?" "Oh yes," the nurse replied. "It won't take long. but I'm afraid Velvet will have to leave the room." Velvet's head turned a tad and her mouth made nearly an 'O' shape. Is she going to put her hooves on my boy? But then again, this might well be necessary. Ugh... She dared not say a word for a time. She felt trapped in time. Frozen. Shining gave his mother an odd look. "Uhh, mom?" Whatever it was, Velvet snapped out of it with a blink of her eyes. "Oh, yes, right. I will do that." She turned and opened the door with her magic, turning back at the two momentarily. "Don't take too long now." "I'll let you know when you can come back in," the nurse said gently. After that final word, Velvet stepped out into the grey hallway and closed the door unceremoniously behind her. She let some hot air out of her lungs and made her way to the lobby. I could finish that one issue of "Trotter's Digest," I suppose. Shining was stuck in an uncomfortable scenario, but he couldn't deny himself the fact that the nurse was quite pretty. Her mane seemed to be long and flowing, but it was kept in a bun in the way most nurses wore their manes during work. She also had a delicate face that appeared as though it had been sculpted by a divine creator over the course of centuries, with subtle curves and bumps; it was the kind of face teddy bears wished they possessed. Her eyes were a hypnotic blue, as calming as the sky on a fine day. Still, Shining felt disturbed on the inside, like something wasn't sitting right. I wish she wouldn't look at me like that. He felt so small compared to her, despite being about the same height in actuality. And, of course, the nurse did look at him in 'that' way. She must've known it, too, but she would never say. She simply inched her way over to Shining's side with a serene grin. "Now, I'm going to need you to lie on your back, if you wouldn't mind too much. I need you in that position to get a good reading on your condition." She seemed so innocent. Shining gulped. "My condition? What exactly is that?" The nurse appeared unfazed. "Well, as we have to check your heart and lungs by feeling up your chest and back, I'll need to check your lower region to come to a conclusion about it." She then sniffed in a way that Shining found adorable. "It's standard procedure." A couple seconds passed until it hit Shining. "Oh, my..." His ears drooped. "Right..." "Don't worry," the nurse said. "We won't get accurate results if you're too stressed out. I'll try to be gentle about it." She fluttered her eyelashes in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, and Shining felt his cheeks get warmer than he'd like. "Okay, nurse." Shining then swung his hind legs up onto the bed and turned his torso so that his head would rest on the somewhat stiff pillow. "I think I trust you enough. I mean, even though you're a girl..." The nurse giggled as though Shining had made a joke. "If I wasn't a girl you would feel more comfortable?" "Well, I mean—" shutting his eyes in frustration— "I don't know! I've never had this done to me before. I'm not even quite sure what 'it' is!" Without thinking, Shining curled up his forelegs close to his barreled chest and spread his hind legs in the same way he would have if he was reading a good comic book in his bedroom. The context here was quite different. "I didn't even wanna tell my parents about it for a long time. And good grief if my sister found out. Twily would be scarred for life or something, and I can't deal with that sort of thing." Listening to Shining, the nurse pulled out a metal step on the slimmer side of the bed, where the colt's hind legs were. "Hmm," she uttered in mild interest. "I assure you, Shining, what you're experiencing right now is nothing special for a colt your age." A thought came to her and she paused. "How old are you? Thirteen, fourteen?" "F-fourteen, yeah." Shining gazed at the nurse between his legs, donning a nervous smile. His eyes were locked on hers. What the heck is she gonna do...? He tried desperately to not think about anything dirty. Anything that might expose him. It didn't take long, though. The nurse lifted a rather innocuous-looking feather from the nearby shelf with her magic and moved towards Shining's groin. His member was still in its sheath, although the poor colt was already having a hard time keeping it in. The nurse said, almost quickly, "Now, I'm wondering, are your reproductive organs working up to snuff?" She took the tip of the black-and-white feather and wiggled it across Shining's testicles, which were more-or-less huddled together due to the coolness of the room. What the...! Shining's eyes bugged out at the feather's delicate touch. It may have been only a second, or more likely a fraction of a second, before Shining's member started to poke out of its sheath. It was a odd-looking thing, surely; Shining's penis had a pinkness to it that contrasted with his white coat, and it also possessed a certain thickness to it. This all became apparent soon enough. "U-uhh!" Shining stuttered out. He wanted to hide his shame, but at the same time he didn't. He didn't know whether to look at the nurse, who in turn was looking at his growing erection, or to do what she was doing. Could there have been a hint of pride in his addled mind? He was certainly well-endowed for a colt his age, although there were boys at school who were even bigger. The nurse kept tickling Shining's balls, eyeing him with something that bordered on astonishment. "Alright, so at least I can't write you off as having an erectile problem." She whistled a little tune. "I would say that's a record-setter, actually." In spite of what may well have been a compliment, Shining groaned in agony. "It h-hurts..." "Oh, I'm sorry," the nurse said sincerely. "I should stop doing this, then." She moved away the feather and leaned in to get a better look at Shining's testicles. "Does it hurt there? One of them, or both?" "My r-right one." Shining would have felt utterly ashamed in any other situation, but instead he felt a small wave of warmth flow over his heart. I can't believe she wants to help me! And she's pretty! He opened his hind legs a little wider. Humming to herself, the nurse took out a washcloth from the shelf and turned on the room's sink. She set it to 'hot' and waited a bit before dipping the cloth in the running water. With her magic she squeezed the cloth of excess fluid and then lifted it towards Shining's balls. "Now, let me know if this hurts. I'm going to massage it, and it might feel weird at first." The nurse gently pressed the warm cloth against Shining's scrotum, and the colt let out a low moan. "Feel anything?" "Y-yeah... i think it's starting to go away. The pain." Shining cooed, staring at the ceiling as the nurse caressed his balls with the warm cloth. It was such a strange feeling, but it felt so good at the same time. The colt had started to ignore the fact that his erect member was in full view, and it wasn't going to falter any time soon. He almost felt like passing out. The nurse rubbed Shining's balls in a way not too dissimilar from how a painter made brush strokes in tight areas on a canvas. It was done with great care. Then, in a flash, the nurse got an idea. She began to rub higher on Shining's scrotum, millimeter by millimeter, until she reached the shaft of the colt's sizable penis. With her magic she wrapped the cloth about halfway around Shining's shaft and gripped it—but not too tightly. The effect was practically immediate. A gasp escaped Shining's lips and he stared down at what the nurse was doing. A reserved part of him wanted her to stop, but the vast majority of him couldn't help but shudder in immense pleasure as the nurse slid the cloth up and down his shaft. His mind wandered to a fantastic place where the nurse's soft lips were wrapped around his throbbing member, where she was bobbing her head up and down on his rock-hard penis and her ordered mane bobbed slightly with her motions. The pressure would build and build for eons until Shining came in her mouth and shot his hot semen down her throat. And she would smile, some of the white essence of Shining's being on her pretty pink lips. The image's lucidity gradually escaped him as the pressure in his penis mounted, but the feeling didn't lessen. It only grew. "Ahhhh..." The colt found himself unable to form words as the nurse stroked his member with the warm cloth, nearly reaching the tip of his quivering penis—wet with pre-cum—before rubbing back down towards his scrotum. This motion was repeated for who-knows-how-long. Shining was so unable to form words, in fact, that he couldn't warn the nurse that he was about to come. Then the moment came, and so did he. Shining's member throbbed as it spurted out sticky gobs of semen onto the colt's belly and chest, blending in with the whiteness of his coat. Shining laid his head back in relief at the drawn-out climax. At least it didn't hit me in the face. His cheeks were burning with redness, but he had long since stopped caring. He felt a delightful weightlessness in his body. The nurse kept her smile and nonchalantly wiped off the semen with the cloth. She gave the colt a sympathetic look. "Didn't want you returning home with blue balls, right?" She then tossed the soiled cloth in the sink and stepped down from the bed. Slowly, Shining sat up to meet the nurse's gaze, a bewildered smile manifesting on his face. "Right." Twilight Velvet had stopped focusing on the words a while back. Her eyelids felt heavy, and the magazine in her hooves felt weirdly heavy too. I could have sworn she said they wouldn't take long... She put the issue of "Trotter's Digest" aside and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She was the only one waiting in the lobby. It was a slow day. She felt old. Terribly old. Time swerved around her aging form. On the other hoof, Shining was on his way to becoming a lively stallion in due time. High school was tough for him, as it was for most colts, and the fact that he had a bookish side he didn't bother to hide also didn't help his case. He didn't have the body of a bookworm, though, unlike his sister. Little Twilight Sparkle appeared meek, even for a filly her age, but Velvet knew that Shining would turn out differently. It was only a matter of time. The door in the hallway creaked open, and the nurse poked her head out. "You can come back in, Mrs. Velvet." "Oh," Velvet said quietly to herself, "thank goodness." She got out of her seat and trotted over to the room where Shining was. It was much brighter in there than in the lobby, but Velvet didn't mind so long as she didn't have to stay there much longer. When Velvet entered, she saw that Shining was sitting upright like before, but something about him seemed different. He had this blank look on his face, although Velvet couldn't figure out the reason. Shining then turned his head, his lips curling upward. "Hi, mom. We've figured out what's wrong with me. Isn't that good news?" "Have you now?" Velvet cocked her head quizzically. "You sound like there wasn't much to it." "Oh, there wasn't," the nurse spoke up. "It's really quite simple, the thing your son has. You see—" clearing her throat— "at Shining's age, colts tend to experience a lot of—well... sexual awakening. During puberty there is this rush of hormones, and for colts especially it really takes a toll on the reproductive organs. Some handle it better than others. Shining here is just going through a great amount of sexual tension." "'Sexual tension'?" Velvet cocked her eyebrow. "Within himself," the nurse said coolly. "His loins have gone from zero to a hundred over the past couple of years, and he's still adjusting to this newfound sexual energy. Perfectly natural for a boy of his age, of course." Velvet stood still, and her brow furrowed. "'Perfectly natural'..." Shining appeared to get out of his funk before saying, "See, mom? Nothing too serious." His smile didn't go away. Defeated, Velvet didn't say anything for a while. I figured this would happen eventually. Now I have to deal with it. Author's Note The meat of the story has yet to come, I'm afraid. I plan for this thing to total about 12,000 words by the time I'm done with it. Expect a few more chapters, and for the Dark tag to get put to decent use.
The Restless SleeperShining Armor's eyelids felt especially heavy in the morning. English class would end soon, but not soon enough. The classroom was quaint, and there were only a little over a dozen students contained within; Shining sat in the second row from the front, close enough to get a good look at the teacher—for she was indeed worth looking at—but just far enough away from the peak of attention, that being the first row. So really, the situation could have been much worse than it was. The teacher in question, Miss Sonnet, was a down-to-earth mare in her mid-thirties who, despite her apparent attempts to appear homely to the students, had garnered the one-sided affection of many a colt. Shining was one of them. As he sat in his ancient wooden chair, which no doubt had gone through a great number of rumps over the years, his mind shifted between gazing at Miss Sonnet, dressed in her surprisingly cute bow tie and horn-rimmed glasses, and sort of tapping the words of the book on his desk with his eyes. Why does this have to be so boring? I was expecting... I don't even know, but it should've been better than this! Shining, being a colt of his age, suffered a tendency to not focus on any particular thing for as long as he ought to have. "Now class," the teacher coughed, "can anypony tell me about the meaning of the rose that the titular character has been wearing in her mane throughout the most recent chapter? I assume you've read it, it's quite the page-turner." Miss Sonnet wiggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner at the colts in the front row, who were most definitely paying attention, if for the wrong reasons. "Ah, the scene where Lady Chrysanthemum finally gains the courage to spend her first night with the dashing but troubled Duke Bellington, what a sequence! Could you not sense the passion as the two consummated their love in the chapter's climax?" A few colts in the room raised their hooves, begging to be given attention like dogs, but Miss Sonnet only snorted. "Any fillies in the class who feel they want to contribute to the discussion?" Moments passed by painfully. No takers. But then a funny-looking filly who sat only a couple seats away from Shining raised her right hoof with great shyness. Her legs were too stocky, and her glasses were too big for her snout; Shining never had a fantasy about her. The filly also had braces on her otherwise whitened teeth, but some found this attractive. "U-Um, yes, well, the love scene was pretty nice. And I noticed that Chrys-anthemum—" for this filly said 'Chrys-' like 'Christ' without the 'T' at the end— "removed the rose from her mane when she and Bellington started the... thingy." Her cheeks took on a pinkish hue. Some of the students giggled. Miss Sonnet did not. She did, however, don a knowing smile. "Ah, and what do you think that means?" "It could mean—um, that the rose represented...?" The filly continued, but Shining had already begun to edit out her voice from the movie that was his mind's eye. He glanced down at his copy of the book, which was titled 'Lady Chrysanthemum's Lover.' It was a very old novel, written by a dirty old stallion who had written it over the course of several lonesome weekends to get his own rocks off. But since the dirty old stallion was good with prose, the novel was picked up by semi-intelligent readers who also ended up getting their rocks off to it. So, from this giant masturbatory session, the book became often cited as a literary classic. Maybe it was? Who knew? Who really cared? Shining scanned through several passages he found salvageable, and incidentally most of these passages came from the erotic scenes he had so far discovered in the book's dusty pages. The talking parts, of which there were many, were unforgivably dull and stuffy. The characters spoke too much of their emotions, as if unaware of how banal these things were. Lady Chrysanthemum? Chrys-an-the-mum? The mum? The mom? Is she a mom? I can't remember. Ugh, I wonder if Twily would know. The consideration left him about as quickly as it had arrived. No, come on, she's way too young for this sort of thing. Little Twilight Sparkle was ten years old. She would eventually find out about 'Lady Chrysanthemum's Lover' and enjoy it greatly, but she would never admit that to anypony. It was for the best. As Miss Sonnet and the kids around him conversed, keeping their attention off of him, Shining got lost in a particularly engrossing scene from the third chapter in spite of his overall distaste for the novel. The character of Duke Bellington was fascinating to the nerdy colt, since he was a firmly muscled and yet soft-spoken stallion who could have bedded any mare he wanted, and yet at the end of the day he had set his sights on a single mare he found to be so captivating in both body and personality that he could no longer hold back his lust for her after a time. The sentiment was naturally reciprocated. Shining rubbed his chin in a moment of contemplation. I wonder, will I ever find that special somepony? Maybe if she'd like me back, but what're the chances of that happening? Unless I joined the Royal Guard... "Shining Armor?" Miss Sonnet spoke kindly out of the fog of the colt's distraction. "Uhh, yes, ma'am?" he replied, now looking up, the beam between his eyes and the book broken. Miss Sonnet didn't appear irked. She simply said, "I understand it's a great book, but there are times for getting lost in it, and right now I need you to be part of the discussion." "O-Oh, yeah," Shining said, letting out a sheepish chuckle. "Sorry." None of the students around him laughed out loud, but devilish grins did manifest on their pubescent faces. It wasn't the best of days; it wasn't the worst of days. The breaks between classes were all too brief. The lunch breaks felt even more unjustly abridged, but then again they could never have lasted too long for the students. Lunch was split into three half-hour sections throughout the school day, and Shining got stuck with the first one. He was now at his locker, identical to the vast majority of its brethren, rummaging through the debris of his backpack as if digging for treasure. Did Mom forget to pack my lunch? Oh no... Shining felt some sweat form on his brow, but this was to be over nothing; his shiny box of assorted goods was buried deep at the bottom of his backpack. It was like a tin container for the ashes of the recently deceased, and was frankly too small, but Shining had never asked for a better one. Twilight Velvet had given it to him for his twelfth birthday, so it possessed some sentimental value. An alarming knock came upon the locker next to Shining's and the colt jumped with a start. He nearly banged his head on the top of his locker. With a grunt he reared his head to see who the culprit was. Shining's eyes met those of Willow Peak, a pudgy colt who looked like he could have been a member of the school's buckball team, and in fact he was trying out for a rookie position. The two colts stared at each other for what may have been a second too long. Then Shining said, "Hey, Willow." His eyes squinted. "Aren't you supposed to be in biology class right now?" "Ah, the good ol' instructor turned out to be sick!" he replied in a somewhat raspy voice. "Pretty crazy, eh? Never seems to happen often enough. Darn teachers always doing their jobs and such." "Shouldn't there be a substitute or something?" "Meh," Willow blurted out. "The subs don't care. They're not gettin' paid enough for that." The two colts started walking side by side down the hallway, which at this hour wasn't crowded enough to count as a life-threatening environment. Shining stood nearly a shoulder taller than Willow, but the latter seemed to be made of pretty dense material. Shining's beloved lunchbox was enveloped in his magic. "So how're the tryouts going, huh?" Shining said, leaning in a tad. "Ah well, ya know, it's a tough process. All these colts, half of 'em don't even understand how to do basic arithmetic, eh? I ain't even sure where they get these clowns from. Heck, I'm surprised you're not tryin' out for the team." "Well, yeah, I mean..." Shining cleared his throat. "I've been busy. With stuff. Really important stuff." As they passed down the hallway, a geeky colt turned from his locker and caught a glimpse of Shining. "Hey Shining, when're we good for that card game again? The one with the wizards and dragons?" "Saturday night at nine, my dude!" Shining then immediately turned back to Willow. "As I said, important stuff." "Uh-huh," Willow said, his eyebrow quirking, "like tryin' to get with that one filly? Ya know, what's 'er name." Before Shining could respond, they came to the nearest opening to the school cafeteria. The first lunch break was starting, and students entered and got thick plastic trays that were almost meant for prisoners. It wasn't a busy scene yet, but it wouldn't take long for the place to become overcrowded and overheated. Shining took in the relative emptiness of the cafeteria in this pre-invasion state. But then of course, as its occurrence was inevitable and essentially predestined, his eyes spotted her. Sitting at the far side of the cafeteria, taking up one end of a long table with several of her supposed friends, was Cadance. She was a junior, two years older than Shining, and she was a special sight to behold. She wore her flowing mane in a ponytail, and her legs must have been constructed to be as appealing as possible; she was also, for reasons nopony could explain, an alicorn. Really, though, the combination of it all made Cadance appear to be a swan that painters would obsess over, which ignited a certain passion in Shining's loins. His eyes widened, and he found he still couldn't come up with a reply. Why does this keep happening to me? "Come on, Shining," Willow said, nudging his friend's side, "ya gotta ask 'er out!" "N-No." Shining stepped into the cafeteria, trying to avoid gazing at Cadance. "She wouldn't like me." Willow followed him, determined as ever. "Come on. You're strong, you're awkward, you're into geeky stuff..." "I think only one of those was a compliment." "But I bet she likes all those things in a guy!" Willow tried whispering, but it wasn't working out for him. "She seems like the kinda girl to prey on the shy ones who're secretly hunks, and ya meet those requirements." Shining sat down at an empty table, as far away from Cadance as could be. He put down his lunchbox and cracked it open absentmindedly. "I don't think so. And besides, I'm a freshman. If a colt who's a junior or senior goes after a filly who's a freshman, it's creepy, but if a filly who's a junior or senior goes after a colt who's a freshman—well, that never happens, does it?" Willow grumbled and went to get in line for his meal. Shining sat by himself and took out a sandwich wrapped in plastic. He unpacked the sandwich and lifted it to his lips with his hooves, his mind already wandering to a place even he couldn't understand. Ah, peanut butter and jelly. Penis butter and jelly? The train screamed as it came to a stop at the station. It was a sunny day, although the weather was like that on most days anyway. Twilight Velvet never liked sunny weather that much; she had always preferred clouds and mild temperature. She was waiting with little Twilight at her side, the filly sticking close to her mother. "It's a shame you have to be away for the whole weekend," Velvet said to Night Light, her husband. "I know, dear, but when business calls, I have no choice but to answer it," he replied. Night had already turned forty, and like most stallions he handled the milestone with grace. He was a good-looking stallion, especially for his age, although he came off as unassuming to his coworkers due to his generally laid-back nature. He was a businesspony, though he rarely bothered to specify what kind. Shining stood next to Twilight, towering over the downcast filly. He glanced sideways at Velvet, who appeared stern. Velvet didn't reciprocate this glance; she had difficulty with looking at her son straight in the eye as of late. "Hmm," Velvet murmured. "Just make sure to send us a letter while you're in Trottingham. I always love to read what you write." She took a step forward and nuzzled Night's cheek with much affection. Night smiled and said softly enough so that little Twilight couldn't hear, "And I'm always eager to read you, dear." They giggled to each other, and while Twilight didn't hear what her father said, Shining did, and a very uncomfortable image began to form in his head. His face screwed up and he cocked his head to the side a little. In a flash Night picked up his bags with his magic and beamed at his children. "Bye, kids!" "Bye, Dad!" they both said simultaneously. Twilight's voice stuck out as it was quite squeaky. Night then winked at Shining. "You take good care of your sister now, Shining!" "Sure thing, Pop!" The colt smiled widely and awkwardly at his father. The gesture was endearing enough. As ponies started to board the train, Night turned to join them. Velvet gazed longingly at her husband as he departed and said loudly, "I'll miss you, honey!" She waved her hoof for emphasis. Indeed she was going to miss her husband, as the depths of her loins demanded she receive a good rutting at some point. "I'll miss you too, dear!" And after a short time, Night had left with the locomotive, the great metallic beast chugging westward. Velvet had to put away the book Twilight had been reading. The filly didn't look happy about it. "But Mooooom, it's not even that late out..." the filly said weakly. "It's late for somepony of your age, Twilight." Velvet sounded tired, but she persisted. Twilight's bedroom was incredibly well-organized, but her bookshelf stood out as an example of how unruly the filly could be. At ten she had already begun collecting books thin and thick, some of which were well outside her age group. Still, Velvet and Night enjoyed the fact that their daughter was such an avid reader. Twilight pulled the top of her blanket up, almost over her head, and made a quiet pfff sound with her lips. "But Mooooooom—" "Nope, none of that nonsense," Velvet said as sweetly as she could. "You go to bed and you like it, alright?" The bookish filly turned to her side, facing away from her mother. "Okay, Mom. But can I at least stay up later than usual for the weekend? I have some reading I really wanna catch up on." Velvet smiles nuzzled the back of Twilight's neck. "Okay, sweetie. I'm going to blow out the candle now." And so she did, the flame of the candle on Twilight's nightstand dying from the sudden gust of air. "Goodnight, Twilight." "Goodnight, Mom..." Twilight pressed the side of her face into her pillow, hoping it would lull her to sleep with softness. She didn't say another word after that; she was always good about getting a decent amount of sleep, once given the proper motivation. Velvet stepped out of her daughter's bedroom and closed the door behind her. I remember when I used to read a lot... when I had the time to. She sighed and blew a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. Of course, being an adult, Velvet hadn't grown tired yet. There were still some matters that had to be attended to. What happened in the dream I had that one midsummer night? That one felt amazing, but I can't remember for the life of me what happened in it now. Just the feeling. What a feeling it was! Velvet knew, in equal parts pride and shame, that she had hidden a special compartment behind one of the dressing cabinets in her bedroom; the compartment contained an assortment of toys which were not meant for children. Yet Velvet couldn't help but notice, on her way to her bedroom, that something was happening in Shining's. The candle in the colt's bedroom was still lit—the colt in question being old enough to stay up later than his sister—but that wasn't what caught Velvet's attention. There was creaking coming from the bedroom, as if Shining was tossing and turning in his bed. Maybe he was? Taking baby steps toward her son's room, Velvet began to consider what Shining was up to. Hmm, his door's still open, so he can't be... oh no, he better not be doing that sort of thing. Oh dear, to think of it, us tending our gardens at the same time, that would ruin my mood! Velvet frowned and tried pushing the thought away as she entered Shining's room, the colt seeming to not notice his mother's presence. The mare cast a shadow that reached out from the bedroom doorway like a ghastly hand. Shining didn't look at Velvet; his eyes were glued to whatever was under his covers. The creaking of his bed continued. Only the top of his head could be seen. He was... moaning? Groaning? Quietly as if not to be heard, but Velvet could make the noise out. Velvet, her brow now furrowed, pressed her hoof down on the foot of the bed, seeing if Shining would notice. He did. The colt looked up from under his covers and stared at Velvet's fiery gaze. Shining's eyes were like an owl's. "Oh, h-hi there, Mom." "'Hi there' yourself, Shining." The candle on Shining's nightstand made Velvet's eyes burn brightly, making her out to be like a tigress whose fearful symmetry was causing the young colt to stutter with fright. Are you really doing this to me now, my son? I couldn't have ignored you and gone off to enjoy myself? What do I have to do to make us both happy here? Shining pulled his front hooves out from under the covers and tried donning an innocent look. It would have worked, maybe, if not for the fact that the middle of his blanket was sticking up like the peak of a tent or a mountain. "I'm sorry, I-I..." Velvet released hot breath from her lips like a disgruntled dragon. "The least you could have done was close the door before you decided to play with yourself. You ought to be ashamed, doing it so out in the open. What would Twilight think?" She then used her magic to shut the door to the bedroom so that none of the candle's red luminescence escaped it. Now less nervous, Shining's mood shifted to a more grumpy mode. "And you weren't gonna do the same thing?" "Oh, well," Velvet pouted. "I was planning to be decent about it, if you must know. Unlike you, you pig." And to think I raised him to be a gentlecolt! The mother's gaze proceeded to match her son's, and the two silently regarded each other for a long moment. Shining sniffed deliberately and looked away from Velvet in passive aggression. "I'm not a pig..." Velvet shut her eyes tightly and sniffed as well. Good grief am I frustrated. I'm frustrated and horny now. How am I supposed to sleep like this? And how am I supposed to please myself with nonsense like this getting in the way? She eyed her son, who still refused to meet her gaze, and then—in a movement that felt so natural as to be unnatural—lowered her eyes down the bed to notice the mountain peak still present in the middle. Right where... Right where... "Let me see it," Velvet uttered suddenly. Something odd got caught in her throat in the moment immediately following her remark, and she worked to get it out of her system. Shining blinked hard a few times before turning back to look at his mother. "U-Uhh, see what now?" "Let me see what's under the covers." Velvet's stance didn't falter; rather she unconsciously moved a little closer to Shining's bedside. "Mom, I think you know what's under there, and I'm not ready to embarrass myself that much yet!" The fiery glow in Velvet's eyes seemed to only intensify. With her magic she pulled the covers right off Shining's bed in one quick motion, before the colt could respond in time. "Ah!" Shining squealed as he attempted to cover up his shame, but in his heart he knew it was of no use. His erect member, now free from the confines of the blanket, popped almost completely upright. It hasn't wavered an inch since Velvet had first entered the room. "Hmm." Velvet sucked in her lips and licked at them seductively. Not bad, come to think of it. And I see it's got some precum on the end too. He must have been going at it for a while. She then tilted her held as much to the side as she could to get a different angle. Shining had stopped trying to cover up his member, though his heart was racing now. "U-Um...!" Shining struggled to find words. He couldn't avert his eyes from his mother's form, and gradually he felt his hormones take hold of the most rational parts of his mind. Now more than at any other time in his life so far, Shining couldn't deny that he found Velvet to be quite an attractive mare; the thought wasn't exactly new to him, although he did try to keep it far away from the bulk of his conscience. As if in spite of her age, Velvet appeared to be the kind of mare Shining wanted to be dominated by, ever since he started seeing members of the female sex in a striking new light a few years prior. Velvet's face and mane lacked extravagance, but they served as parts of a well-oiled machine, not coming off as drop-dead gorgeous but at the same time radiating pleasantness. More importantly, however, Velvet's hips and rump were—to put it one way—appetizing as all heck. They were shapely, wide, a little plump, optimal for rearing foals. So what a shocking stimulation it must have been for Shining when, without him realizing it at first, Velvet had started licking at the tip of his penis. She had gotten onto the bed, her hind legs barely having enough room at the foot, and her head was between Shining's own hind legs. Shining's pupils shrank as he looked at Velvet do her work, grazing the very end of her slippery tongue along the head of his rock-hard member, gathering up what little precum there was and briefly retracting her tongue into her mouth to get a taste before resuming the licking. After a time she looked up from her work and gave Shining a peculiar look he had never seen in his mother before. "Oh, I'm sorry," Velvet said cheekily. "I should have asked first. Bad manners, I admit." "Oh," Shining parroted. "You can... you can keep doing that... something like that..." He felt like he was about fall into a coma, and yet he felt this desperate urge within his being to stay awake. This was, after all, just another ice cream dream he was having. Right? "Mmm," Velvet said quietly, as if pondering something. "I think I will." She then proceeded to duck her head back down to lick along Shining's shaft, making it glisten with her saliva. The rough texture of Velvet's tongue was diluted somewhat by the wetness she created. She moved down the shaft, dangerously near the scrotum, before slipping back up in a teasing fashion and swirling the tip of her tongue around the glistening head of her son's penis. Comprehending what was happening to him at last, Shining let raspy moans escape his mouth. He was caught in a hurricane of emotions and, being the inexperienced stallion that he was, he got this creeping feeling in his gut that he would come too soon to enjoy the immense sensual pleasure before him. "Hey, um, you can do more to it if you want. I-I think I'd appreciate that." Velvet met her son's gaze, a demon's grin appearing across her face. "Well, I can, but you'll have to do something for me as well." "Huh?" Shining blinked and felt his penis twitch with abstract anticipation. "Hang on, you'll see what I mean." Velvet moved up along Shining's figure and looked him in the eyes for a second before leaning in and pressing her lips against his. The action, though sloppy, was almost immediately reciprocated; Shining pressed his comparatively firm lips back against his mother's, and though he had kissed only one mare before, he came to the conclusion that this one felt much better. The two eventually parted and Velvet gazed lustily at Shining before unbending her legs and turning completely around, her rump now facing her son's face. Shining's eyes widened at the sight, now so up close, and could only stay still, waiting for Velvet's word. "Now, try to do what comes naturally," Velvet said, lovingly in a twisted way. "O-Okay," was all Shining managed to say, battling his own nerves. At the same time, his hormones begged him to take action. Velvet, in turn, was staring directly down the barrel of the gun that was Shining's member. She felt her own nethers quiver slightly with anxiety, the lips of her pinkish vagina puckering together. Shining noticed these movements and felt tempted to raise his head to meet these precious lips halfway, but Velvet ended up lowering her rear and pressing her eager pussy against Shining's muzzle before he could make his move. The scent of his mother's love hit him like the greatest thunderbolt to have ever existed. The pressure of Shining's muzzle against her folds made Velvet moan so low as to border on silence, and in that instant she knew she wanted her son to do all he could to make her come. In return, she descended her mouth upon the stiff and moistened member before her and took to accomplishing the same goal for him. The motion was seamless, the warmth of her mouth engulfing the thickness of Shining's member, slowly going down to where she had about half her son's shaft between her lips. The rugged upper side of Velvet's tongue slid side to side in tiny motions across the underside of the shaft, eliciting a rumbling moan from Shining. For his part, Shining figured he had to do something with this gift of flesh his muzzle had been buried in, and so he began to kiss the folds of his mother's love with unrelenting vigor, eventually taking to extending his tongue out and pressing the tip along the quivering lips. Velvet reacted accordingly, moaning into her son's shaft as she started bobbing her head up and down, taking in about half of Shining's member each down she descended, pulling out with just the slick head remaining in her mouth, and repeating. Saliva dripped down the remainder of Shining's shaft before gathering on his balls. Perhaps it was from a pure desire to venture into his mother's depths, but Shining—nearing orgasm as he was—pushed his broad tongue as deep into Velvet's tunnel as he could allow it, breathing hot air onto her sensitive pussy. Feeling a certain sensation build up within her own being, Velvet took to picking up speed as she sucked on Shining's throbbing member, her lips tightly wrapped around the shaft. There was no way his seed was going to escape her, assuming he was going to come inside her mouth—which was what ended up happening. They weren't in synchronization with each other. Not exactly. But not long after Shining shot gobs of his semen down Velvet's throat, the mare taking in as much as she could before letting some of the sticky fluid escape down both her lips and the head of Shining's penis, Velvet moaned uncontrollably as she felt her pussy lips tighten around Shining's tongue in what may have been the most exciting orgasm she had experienced in weeks. The sensation was utterly overwhelming. Catching her breath, Velvet turned her head as much as she could to look at Shining, who seemed to be breathing even harder than her. She then said, in as dignified a way as possible considering the semen running down her chin, "So... how was that, sweetie?" For a while, Shining said nothing. He then replied with glazed eyes, "Fantastic, Mom."
The Lost WeekendThe scope of the castle made Twilight Velvet feel like a pygmy, which in reality was what she was. She was short in stature compared to the mare sitting in front of her, Princess Celestia, whose mane flowed supernaturally with radiant colors. On a calm day such as most Saturdays—and such a Saturday this was—Celestia rarely ventured far from her throne. So Velvet stood before a behemoth of a pony, trying not to let sweat form on her forehead. Their conversation shouldn't have dragged on as much as it did. "I must admit, my dear Twilight Velvet, your daughter has been performing better than practically all of her peers," said Celestia. "Oh, r-really? I was under the impression that she may have been underachieving," Velvet replied, cracking a nervous smile. "At least, by your standards, Your Highness, which no doubt must be very high." Celestia tapped her chin, her hoof armed with regalia. One of the Princess' servants, a kindly middle-aged mare not much older than Velvet, brought a cup of tea near enough for Celestia to grab it with her magic. "Hmm, thank you." She then took a sip in contemplation. "Well, I do think her social skills could use improvement, as I mentioned before, but I think on the whole she is quite a promising little filly. Given time and some much-needed experience with various ponies, she could even..." "Could even...?" Velvet cocked her head forward slightly. Oh, I wish Celestia made her messages clearer! I love her, but she's always too around-the-bush with what she means. Royalty, never telling the straight story. Another sip. Celestia took on a grin that would have unnerved most ponies, though it was much more kindhearted than Velvet suspected. "Twilight Velvet, I'm not sure if you have noticed, but... I have been awfully lonely for too long. I haven't taken a student under my personal wing since when you were a filly, I'm afraid. The time has come, I think, to start the ascension to royalty for somepony who is truly worthy of that kind of power." Through all this her grin never left; its persistence told many stories. "It won't come about today or tomorrow, but I can sense that its inception is not too far away from the present." As the words sunk their fangs into Velvet's flesh, she stood still as a statue. "Are you saying it's possible for... for my daughter to one day become royalty? But my husband and I, we're little more than commoners in Canterlot. It's such a high-strung city, and I'm not even sure if my son will have a much better existence than—" "Do not worry about Shining Armor too deeply, my little pony." Celestia's tone gentled with those last three words. "He is a good colt, although I can't help but wonder if he could also use more in the way of social interaction." "Well," Velvet said, "we may be a family of dorks, Your Highness. It must be something in our genes." I blame Night Light for this. He's the dorky one. She chuckled in the way ponies did at an unfunny joke. "Hmm," Celestia hummed. Another sip of tea, which was delightfully hot to her divine lips. "Perhaps it just comes with the territory? Nevertheless, I hope to see more of little Twilight Sparkle in the future. And your son too. They're both bright children. My sister would have loved to meet them in person." A semi-second of vulnerability glinted in Celestia's normally unreadable eyes. Velvet felt something most peculiar crawl down her spine as she caught that glint. "Well, t-thank you, Your Highness. I'm just glad that this meeting turned out to be accompanied by positive sentiment." "Try not to be too fancy with your choice of words, Twilight Velvet," Celestia said. "Canterlot may be riddled with ponies who tend to have their muzzles raised—I sure know of that fact!—but you also have to be aware that you have a reason to have yours raised. Unlike so many of those ponies, who are either born into or buy their way into wealth, you have earned yours thus far." "O-of course. We all work very hard, my family and I." "And it would be a shame if you were to lose all that you have earned," Celestia half-joked. "Yes, yes indeed. Well..." Velvet took a humble bow, as one always did when in the presence of the otherworldly, and turned on her hooves to leave the throne room. The ceiling is too high in this place. "Fare thee well, Your Highness." Celestia's eyes had reverted to a state of abstract benevolence. "Fare thee well, my little pony." "So what's going on with you and that filly, eh?" One of Shining's so-called friends was pestering an older student, a colt who seemed too big to be able to fit inside the claustrophobic basement where everypony was at. The place was dimly lit, save for the center where a game was going on; the players didn't care much about being in the center, as they were too caught up in their own strategies and ramblings. The basement really served, more than anything else, as a place for all the teens to chat with each other—and the game only served as the focus point. So Shining stood out for a few reasons, not the least of these being the fact that he was one of the few not wearing glasses. Anyway, the bulky colt whom Shining's so-called friend was bothering didn't have much to say in return. "Well, you know, she wants to be slow about it. But whatever." He squinted at the quartet of colts under the light. His eyes were too small for his head. "Whatever?" The so-called friend winked in an unsubtle fashion. "Yeah," the bulky colt grunted. The two didn't say another word to each other for the rest of the night. As for Shining, he was in the front row, only inches away from the action. He didn't play this role-playing game himself, but he really liked seeing all the arguing and bickering that came with the territory of such an activity. Even so, watching, Shining couldn't see much of anything with clarity; his mind had long ago abandoned the present situation and flown backwards into one special orgasm that his memory had captured in time. In the couple years since he first learned how to please himself in a sexual manner, Shining had imagined what a real blowjob would feel like—but he did not expect it to be as magical an experience as it turned out to be. The warm moistness of somepony's mouth enveloping his penis, almost as if wanting to detach it with how hard it sucked... Jeez! The thought of it was enough to harden Shining's member as he watched the game, although nopony noticed in a densely packed crowd such as this one. The filly with the over-sized glasses had decided to show up to tonight's game as well, apparently. She stood next to Shining, blissfully unaware that his hormones were conjuring a storm in his gut. She said, with a kind of forced loudness that clearly wasn't suited for her, "So what do ya like more, fantasy or science fiction?" "Huh?" Shining replied. "Like the genres?" "Yeah!" she yelled in his ear, which made Shining take one small step in the opposite direction. "Some ponies just put them under the umbrella of 'speculative fiction', but I think there's a pretty big difference between the two!" Shining looked at the ceiling for a second with contemplation, trying to think. "Uhh, science fiction. What is that, sci-fi?" "Me too!" The filly with the over-sized glasses laughed squeakily. "And yeah, it's sci-fi. But don't call it that in front of some ponies, they don't like that!" "Why not?" Shining had no interest—or rather, he was putting in the minimum amount. "It sounds silly, doesn't it? 'Sci-fi'? I don't mind it myself, but some ponies do." Shining, without looking at the filly with the over-sized glasses eye-to-eye, said, "Sounds reasonable!" Without another word out of his mouth he trudged through the crowd of nerds and started his ascent up the basement stairs, which were more rickety than he would have ever liked. He opened the door to the first floor, light shining down briefly, before leaving. He was done for the night. His penis had retreated into its sheath before he had reached the top—but that was a good thing. The afternoon sun shined on Velvet's household, an estate that stood on a hill in a figurative sense; one of the more recently constructed establishments in the city, it lied on the edge of the upper-class world. Velvet and her family weren't known for being socialites, and the connections Velvet and Night Light possessed were distant enough to catch nopony's interest. So it always struck a chord in Velvet's brain whenever mail more substantial than bills arrived in the family mailbox. Prior to the advent of the mailbox, carrier pigeons often delivered letters of even mild importance, and unbeknownst to most ponies the breath of a dragon would end up serving even more efficiently at delivering mail. In fact, it wouldn't be too long before little Twilight would make the make the grade—so to speak—by hatching a dragon egg all by herself. But that was all in the future, a species of time that Velvet could never decide concretely on how to treat; it was much like the air, in that she couldn't see it. At the moment she was opening an envelope in the household living room, and the radio had been turned on. A pop tune began playing, something with a bubblegum appeal that was easy to ignore. The envelope—slim, but with the signature grey-brown marking that Night enjoyed implementing—weighed a lot in Velvet's hooves. The roaring sound of the shower upstairs did little to calm her heart. Not to mention the fact that he was in it. Twilight, on the other hoof, was away for a tutoring session. She was not one to mind much about. Velvet tore open the envelope with the tiniest hint of savagery; a wad of hot coal known as guilt started to flare up in her gut. She retrieved the letter, which had been tucked away inside the envelope like a baby kangaroo curled up inside its mother's pouch. With her magic she unfolded the letter, and read it: Dear Velvet [hopefully the kids won't see this], Business has been booming, as always. Still hate my boss though, that lard of a stallion. Remember him, eh? He hasn't met the family in a long time, but you might remember a pretty round guy who introduced himself to you a few months back, during that party one of your girlfriends was having [what was her name?]. Well anyway, that's the boring stuff, and the point is that he's been giving me a real hard time, but don't tell him that the next time you see him—or at least make sure to say it jokingly. He likes jokes, especially his own. But he's been in quite the mood lately, and I might end up staying at my hotel for longer than I ever wanted. I was supposed to return home on Monday, but it looks like—well, with the way things are going—I can't until maybe Wednesday. This really sucks the big one, honey. Still, you know, maybe it'll be a good time for you and the kids to bond more? [Oh what am I saying, I should be the one bonding with them more! They need to see their dad every once in a while!] But... but... I guess it's still a waste of time, at least to me. Because I won't get to be with you for these lonesome, dreadful days. It's been so long, honey. You know what I'm talking about. We haven't done much of anything since February, and that's just not right. For either of us. I've been really wanting to feel you again, not just share the same bed, you know? We should really do something exciting, not just the old in-out. Something a little risque, yeah? Something we've been wanting to do but haven't tried yet, and I've got a few ideas in mind. How about you? I'd like to hear them when I get back. That would make quite the conversation between us. All this work, I think it's killing me. I want to feel alive again, and especially with you, honey. I'm not sure what else to write, to be perfectly honest. [I hope none of my scumbag coworkers catch this either, by the way.] I feel like I've been teasing you a whole lot and not paying up for it, and the strange thing is that I really do want to do things with you. Sometime soon, hopefully soon enough. I think about you waiting for me all the time, during these late hours, and I hope you want me like that. With love, Night Light It took Velvet a long time to absorb the words in the letter, and bit by bit she felt like she didn't want to read any more of it. She sucked her lips into her mouth and felt something awful burning behind her eyes. What kind of trickery is this? What...? Surely somepony had to be pulling a prank on her, this middle-aged mare who lived in the sunset years of her beauty, this loathsome creature who had—without uttering a word about it after the act—had both betrayed her husband and gained incredible pleasure from committing the deed with a colt who had come out of her womb many years prior. And yet it was possible, naturally, that Night Light—who could not have known of said act, having been in a different city altogether—had been so ignorant of Velvet's misconduct that he had composed his letter in unnerving earnest. Yes, it was in fact a high probability that bordered on a guarantee. Velvet eyed the letter before shutting her eyes so tightly that light could not enter nor escape. She ruined the letter, or rather she ripped it apart with all the haste of a criminal seeking to eliminate evidence at the last minute before being discovered. By whom? Did it really matter? Regardless, the piece of paper had been turned to a pile of little slips. Feeling mucus beginning to flow within her nostrils, Velvet sniffed hard and threw all the slips of paper into the living room trash bin with her magic before ascending the stairs. She wanted to be in her bedroom, alone. Shining Armor didn't think much of showers, except as a way of both cleaning oneself and releasing some stress. He didn't have much of the latter, what with the game from the previous night going about as splendidly as expected. Maybe even more so? On the inside, Shining felt like a different colt when he was with his pals, those other colts who appeared much more uncouth than him. It was as if Shining had experienced something he friend did not, which was probably true. After all, it had been surprisingly easy to treat his nighttime affair with his mother as an almost impossibly good dream; part of him hoped to never live through it again, for fear of invoking a kind of shame that would attach itself to his heart like a tumor, but then again it felt so great that the temptation to repeat this series of events—to even, just maybe, go further than before—took hold of Shining's loins with extreme prejudice. Either way he did not feel like the same colt from just a couple days ago. Something had changed. Hot water poured over Shining's glistening mane and down his somewhat muscled back. It was unwise, in times of heightened hormones, to take a hot shower, for the heat had a profound effects on one's body. Shining enjoyed it without remorse. This kinda reminds me of the warmth of her mouth. It feels similar, but there's something more to that other feeling. Similar enough, though? With this, Shining let out a heated sigh as his member came out of its sheath like a bear out of hibernation, growing and thickening at a steady rate. He rested his front hooves on the tiled wall and peered down between his legs. Yes, it was there. His lips slanted. Again? Shining shook his head, wiping away some of his hair that gotten in his eyes, and and lowered his right hoof to touch his slipper shaft. He kept it there, but refused to stroke himself like he had on so many occasions in the past. His eyes squinted. I'm in a dream, aren't I? This feels too different to be in the real world. But I was in the shower, wasn't I? I was taking a nice hot shower, just like this one. So which version of me is dreaming? If I should really wake up. Getting caught in the shower, all wet and stuff, passed out. Twily would be so—ugh... He shook his head again and slightly retracted his hoof from the side of his hardened penis. This is a pleasant dream, though. I don't wanna leave it just yet. I can try to stay for longer. So he did; he stood in the stall for another minute before turning the knob and grabbing the nearest towel to dry himself off. His hair, moistened, stuck out in many directions. There was no point in bothering to calm down his throbbing erection. This was all a dream. "Where are you...?" A sigh. Velvet rummaged through a secret compartment that lay in the back of her dresser drawer, concealed by shadow. The compartment was 'secret' in the sense that it was kept out of a passing gaze's field of vision; Night knew exactly where it was, so it was not a secret to him. Even so, Velvet made sure to keep the door to her bedroom shut as she reached inside the compartment to grab a certain toy of hers. She did, however, forget to lock. Not being aware of this fact herself, Velvet proceeded to take out a cylindrical object, about nine inches in length and three inches in width, that was clearly solid but possessed a minor degree of flexibility. The object was almost a fluorescent blue, and it had a bulbous head at the end that would go inside... well... Velvet turned the object over in her hooves. It was a dildo—although Velvet always found 'dildo' to be an ugly word, especially one to be applied to something that brought her an adequate amount of pleasure. So instead the dildo was a toy, and it was her toy, for she liked to play with it. Velvet rested the toy at the foot of her bed with her magic before head into the bathroom to grab a small bottle of lubricant. The toy was amazing, or at least felt so, but it was not one of those fancy self-lubricating toys the younger mares had begun to fool around with; Velvet had left that club some years ago, and now she was standing somewhere in the middle. Would it hurt to buy one, though? Oh, but at my age... Velvet wiped excess wetness from her eyes; she felt some stragglers trying to emerge. It felt good to cry sometimes, but at other times—such as trying to pleasure oneself—it was an inappropriate thing to do. So Velvet lied on her back and kept her hind legs spread enough so that she could see where she was pouring the lubricant. First on the upper half of the toy, around the area where the shaft and head would connect, then she gently squeezed some of the lubricant with her magic onto her vaginal folds. The feeling of the lubricant, which carried with it the faint smell of pineapples and bananas (a tropical mixture?), soaking the sensitive lips of her pussy always gave Velvet a delightful tingling sensation. Her breath left her body, the lips of her mouth parting slightly to let the hot air escape; her pussy lips glistened with a moment of restored vigor. Penetration was easy enough. There was very little friction at the instant of the slippery tip of the toy entering Velvet's vagina. "O-oh," she blurted out, almost giggling as she pushed the toy deeper inside her, and since it was a particularly thick toy it threatened to cause her pain—but didn't. The muscles in Velvet's flanks tensed as she, with both front hooves, gripped the toy just tightly enough so as to make sure it didn't venture too far inside her depths; it instead went a good length in, about six of its nine inches (Velvet was admittedly a tad shallow in her nether region. Six inches was all she could take comfortably, while most mares could take in seven or eight.) before stopping. Mechanically, since the movements came unconsciously to her, Velvet began to push the toy in and out of her moistened vagina with calm strokes. The girth of the toy made up for lack of speed, and each time Velvet pulled it inside her it hit a single spot deep within her depths that strongly tempted her to let out a moan. The air in the room was getting hotter; summer was drawing near. The tropical scent of the lubricant, combined with the natural odor of Velvet's coat, made for a slightly intoxicating atmosphere. But then... the bedroom door creaked open. Velvet didn't notice the door opening at first as she—in a moment of genuine happiness—failed to recognize anything outside of the immediate sphere of her pleasure; she continued to rut herself with the toy, her eyes closed. Shining had his towel draped over his shoulders when he entered the room. His mane was a mess, bordering on a kind of deranged geometry project, and yet he felt no need to comb it down. He stood there at the edge of the room, spectating what must have seemed to him his mother being a caught in a blissful trance. She wasn't going to notice his presence, at least until she opened her eyes. Cocking his head, Shining also couldn't help but see with stunning vividness the blue toy being sucked into Velvet's pussy over and over again. Shining's member throbbed with hunger; he couldn't look away, and he dared not question what his penis most desired. "Mom?" was all he could think of to say, and he had to make himself known somehow anyway. Velvet opened her eyes with a start and tilted her head to look at Shining sideways. "O=Oh, hi, sweetie." She continued to push the toy in and out of her quivering pussy, and one of her hind legs twitched. "I should have really remembered the lock the door, shouldn't I?" she asked herself lightheartedly. Despite being sober on paper, Velvet felt like she was high on a brand of painkiller; she couldn't muster the energy to get angry at her son, who no doubt was enjoying the sight of her masturbating. "You should've, I-I guess," Shining said quietly, cocking his head more to get a better view between Velvet's legs. "But, you know, if that's cool and all..." The towel on his shoulders haphazardly slid off and hit the ground; he felt naked in the strangest possible way, for his coat may as well no longer have existed. Still, Shining couldn't ignore how extremely hard his member was. Maybe just one more time wouldn't make things worse than they already are. Velvet sighed, and without much thought she used her magic to pull the thick toy out of her depths and rest it on top her dressing drawer. She sat on her hindquarters, turning to gaze into the youthful eyes of her beloved son. "I'm getting old, sweetie." Shining blinked. "I know." He corrected himself. "But you still look great, Mom." A smile appeared upon his lips. "I'm sorry I've been getting grouchy with you lately," Velvet said with the utmost softness, "but you can forgive me, right?" "I think so..." Shining slowly pushed the bedroom door closed with a hind hoof. Velvet conjured a smile that nearly matched her son's, and her eyes dimmed dreamily. "Would you like to make me feel young again?" "Yes," Shining said, redness invading his cheeks. A peculiar feeling of being dwarfed by somepony much bigger than him started to make him feel even younger than he really was—and yet at the same time this gave Shining a newfound aura of excitement, of an eagerness to satisfy. "Y-Yes, Mommy. I'll do anything." He took a step forward. Velvet's smile widened every so slightly, and she repositioned herself so that her hind legs spread and faced Shining; her tail did little to hide her winking pussy and puckered anus. "Come to me. Now." In spite of the command, Velvet didn't sound authoritative; her voice had become like that of a songbird's. It did not take long for Shining to heave his front hooves onto the bed and lean forward so that his muzzle drew close to Velvet's pussy. If there was a flash of hesitation, it passed before anypony could notice, and so Shining pressed his lips up against those of Velvet's moistened nethers. The smell was pleasant, unlike the previous attempt—which was simply unassuming; Shining took a hard sniff of his mother, stopping the movement of his snout to take in her scent. The sudden and firm kiss upon her vaginal lips caused Velvet to utter a light gasp. "That's good!" she said. "Keep going, sweetie!" Her hind legs spread more, and yet began to compress as if preparing to buck. But she didn't; she instead let out a long and drawn-out moan as Shining planted hard kisses on the outer folds of her pussy; she could swear he was using the tip of his tongue at times. Shining used his tongue like tentacle and wiggled past his mother's folds, digging deeper and deeper into her depths—about as far in as his relatively stubby tongue would allow. Up until somewhat recently he had been afraid of the prospect of one day eating out a female partner, considering the large room for error and disappointment, but now he felt like his physiology had been designed to carry out such a task. And so he did, with the kind of reckless abandon that was appropriate for his youth. After a short time, Velvet knew she wanted more from all this. The toy had done a fine job, and Shining's tongue was almost on an equal level with it in terms of bringing pleasure. Almost. But not quite. Through the moans, Velvet said, "Come up here, sweetie. P-Please." Without saying a word, Shining complied, and licked up the area just above Velvet's crotch before crawling upward so that his snout rubbed against the side of Velvet's soft neck. He felt his member, which at this point was starting to excrete precum from its tip, touch the fur of Velvet's lower region. Shining knew, without thinking too hard about it, that he was about to embark on something he had never before experienced. And yet even the feeling of the underside of his shaft rubbing between Velvet's thighs was almost enough to make him come then and there. Velvet wrapped her hind legs around Shining's dense torso, humming in cooled satisfaction as feeling his penis tease her now-even-more sensitive folds. It will be just small enough, I'm sure of it! She blew out more hot air as Shining kissed up and down the side of her neck, nearly venturing out to behind her ear, and she couldn't hold this handsome young colt closer to her if she wanted. Or could she? For his part, Shining thought of a question. "M-Mom, how do I...?" His mouth was incredibly close to Velvet's ear, and she breathed harder as she felt the hot air from Shining's lips prickle her skin. Velvet kept her front legs latched around Shining's shoulders, realizing just how muscled her son was, and said, "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll—" taking a deep breath, feeling her depths tighten— "I'll help you put it in." She looked down and used her magic to carefully adjusted the head of Shining's member so that it aimed at her folds. The enveloping magic invoked a moan from Shining, causing more precum to leak out and moisten his tip. In a swift motion, once it was clear that he would not miss, Shining pushed his penis deep inside Velvet, earning a gasp from her in return. And... it was a supernatural feeling; it was beyond Shining's understanding, the feeling of having the warm and tight tunnel of Velvet's pussy squeeze his shaft for all it was worth. The colt was left breathless for a moment as he bottomed out, no longer able to dig deeper, and then he began—now possessed by something greater than himself—to thrust madly. His flanks tensed with muscle; his forehead began to release little beads of sweat around his horn. He was in Heaven, and he didn't want to leave. Velvet clung to her son as he rutted her without remorse and without mercy, without the slightest hint of wanting to slow down or stop. She could no longer control herself; she screamed; she felt the walls of her pussy constrict Shining's rock-hard penis as it pushed in and out, in and out, in and out, wanting to extract something from it. But then something occurred to Velvet, something which made her eyes widen in horror for a split second before they got overrun with rainbows of pleasures. She wanted Shining to come inside her. As deeply as he could manage. She wanted all his youth to herself, and who was going to tell her otherwise? Yes, she wanted his essence, the thing which granted him his youthful endurance. Make me young again, for Celestia's sake! And it was a wish that Shining—whether he knew it or not—would grant her in a few minutes. It was only a matter of when. In fact, Velvet didn't even mind that Shining had begun to bite down on the spot between her neck ended and her shoulder began. It was not a 'love' bite, or one inflicted upon one's prey, but one made out of desperation; Shining didn't want to let go. He breathed heavily through his nostrils and kept his teeth clamped down on the spot, almost to the point of breaking the skin. He thrust his hips at a faster and faster pace, sensing an all-too-familiar pressure building up within his crotch. But it all felt so much better than a typical masturbation session. "O-Ohhhh...!" Velvet could barely contain the volume of her voice; her pussy was about to explode, or so she felt that was the case. The orgasm came knocking at her door and barged right in, and without much warning she lost the ability to speak. Her vaginal walls contracted a great deal, threatening to squeeze the life out of Shining's penis, and not long after these shock-waves of pleasure she felt the first spurts of sweet warmth fill a spot deep inside her being. Indeed, Shining came mere seconds after his mother; he released his grip on the spot between Velvet's neck and shoulder and let out a low, bass-like moan that indicated something... different. It was not just the righteous orgasm—although that contributed to this dreamlike feeling of losing something not chained to the physical realm. As Shining lay there with his mother, sweating, taking deep breaths, he remained unaware of the fact that a slice of his youth had been spirited away. And it was never coming back.
The Eternal MotherShining Armor ended up getting nearly everything he wanted, not the least of these being Cadance. The two had known of each for a couple years by the time they started courting—with Cadance often using her job as a foalsitter for little Twilight as a front—and it did not take long for them to realize that they were truly in love. By the age of twenty-one, Shining was married, and by twenty-three he had a daughter to call his own; she was incredibly rambunctious, but Shining didn't mind that so long as he made sure to get an afternoon nap every once in a while. All of this seemed to happen at a fast pace, but it was a good life nonetheless. But today was not going to be part of that so-called good life, for Shining had to pay a visit to his physician. Flurry Heart, his daughter, had been taken cared of by Twilight—now herself in the position of foalsitter—for the day, so that Shining and Cadance could go about their business with more relaxed motions; they would need the attempt at relaxation, since hospitals started giving Shining a tensity that bordered on a phobia since the latter days of his teen years. Dr. Bloodmoney, a husky stallion whose physique balanced out the fact that his otherwise sandy-brown mane was starting to grey, gave the much younger Shining a queer look. "Are you sure you haven't been overexerting yourself, my boy?" "Well, uhh, not more than what's expected of me, I'd hope," said Shining. He frowned and eyed his wife for a moment. Shining, for his part, sat on the hospital bed with obedience (you could tell he was a military guy), his firmly muscled body rivaling that of Bloodmoney's. Cadance sat close by, huddled in the corner, her slim figure a stark contrast to the stallions before her. With sympathy for his patient, Bloodmoney looked at the results on his sheet once more before saying, "I mean to ask, my dear boy, because while you say you're twenty-three years old—your birthday was in May, was it not?" "Y-Yeah." Shining rubbed the upper section of his right front leg; he had been given an injection there. "Right. So from what I've gathered, you're in good physical shape—for the most part. Your blood pressure is decent, not too high for a stallion of such a trying position as yours, and you're not suffering from failing eyesight or hearing." Bloodmoney then added, "Oh, and you needn't worry about suffering from a hernia." Cadance smiled in a way that was too sweet to be genuine. "I would sure hope my poor Shining doesn't have one of those. It would ruin some parties we hope to attend soon." She winked at her husband, and his cheeks reddened. Shining turned to Bloodmoney and said, "But then what am I not doing so well on, Doc?" The doctor readjusted his glasses with a hoof, for he was an earth pony, and replied with: "You're supposed to be twenty-three, and a stallion of your age is supposed to be in the prime of his life with regards to physicality. But, my dear boy... your heart. It doesn't exhibit the youth of the rest of you, I'm afraid. The heart may be a sturdy organ, but ages like the rest of the body, and yours seems to have aged faster than the rest of you." Silence. Shining's mouth hung open an inch; he looked at Cadance; then he looked at Bloodmoney. Although he did give the good ol' college try, he couldn't find words that fit his reaction. "Are you saying he has... heart disease, Dr. Bloodmoney?" asked Cadance, who decided that among the three she should be the first to say something, anything other than air leaving one's lungs. "At his age?" Bloodmoney was quick to reply with, "No, not heart disease. It's something else; it is hard to describe, as I don't think I have seen anything like this in a stallion of Shining's age. His heart seems to be—well—older than it should be. Why, I would say Shining here has the heart of a stallion nearly twice his age! And that isn't very good, is it?" Shining continued to sit there, mouth agape. It didn't make any sense to him; last time he got a checkup, his heart appeared to be in good shape—except the doctor still told him he should not be working himself so hard. It couldn't have been just the workload, could it? Something else had to be factoring into his rapidly aging heart since his previous visit six months ago. But why now? Twilight Velvet decided to pretty herself up for a birthday get-together (it wasn’t much of a party), as a good friend of hers—Starsign Blaze—was turning forty-nine. It didn’t take long for Velvet to make herself look more presentable than usual, since she was already the envy of those whose looks have been hijacked by the bandit of time. The get-together was a bore, naturally, because ponies of Velvet’s age were slowing down; they had to rely on colts and fillies of the younger generation to keep the blood flowing, so to speak. Starsign’s son, Gladwell, and his buddies were at this poor excuse for a party as well—though they clearly did not want to be there. Still, Velvet felt that she served as the beacon of youth that mares her age (who also looked it) could turn to and ask question in a passive-aggressive way. Starsign was a year older than Velvet, but that didn’t stop her from asking, “So Velvet, you crazy girl, how’s it feel to be forty-eight?” She turned her head to her friends, who were not Velvet’s, and added in a quiet but clearly condescending tone, “She’s always got the funniest answers for these things. She’s like a mystic now, if y’ask me.” “It doesn’t feel like anything,” said Velvet, smirking. “You should try being forty-eight, Starsign. You must have skipped that year by chance.” She coolly strutted past Starsign and the others, and left for the balcony of the birthday mare’s house. It was a nice place; Velvet didn’t want it. The mares continued gossiping. Truth be told, Velvet didn’t care that her faux-friends often talked ill of her behind her back; she knew what she had, and she knew she looked as if she had never aged past college while these crusty specimens continued to slowly deteriorate. Rather, somepony must have turned back the clock on Velvet’s body. She was a real beauty, nopony could deny that, but she had also developed in recent years a kind of death glare that gave the impression of a predatory animal in the jungle. Velvet rested her front hooves on the balcony railing and peered out over the hills and far away. It was nighttime, and the moon was near-full. She sensed somepony coming up beside her; it was Gladwell, who had evidently abandoned his chums for the time being. Velvet realized, upon inspecting this strapping young thing, that he must be—assuming he had such experience in the first place—a dynamo in the sack. So Velvet said, “Hello, Gladwell.” Only the corner of her fiery eye faced the colt. “Hello there," Gladwell said, leaning against the railing. "Nice evening innit, Mrs. Velvet?” He sniffed, for the air was dreadully cold. “It is,” said Velvet. A few seconds later, “Forgive me, but how old are you?” “Oh, just turned nineteen. Just a month ago, actually. My mum had me pretty late, I know.” Velvet saw that the boy smiled sheepishly at himself. She found it cute. This was not the first time she had interacted with Gladwell, but as of late she noticed that he was growing into his well-toned form quite gracefully. He was arguably the pinnacle of youthful masculinity. Mmm... Velvet’s lips parted. “I think she had you at the right time, handsome.”
