Sons and Lovers

The 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.