Sons and Lovers

Shining 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."