Chapter 3: The End of Innocence

Velvet was up early this morning. Enjoying the serenity of Ponyville's dawn and sipping her coffee, she was sitting in the library's living area and spell checking her latest chapter. After spending a night at the farm, her heroine had met a wealthy noblepony, who had offered her a job as a seamstress in one of her businesses. Finally Velvet had something to show to her editor.

The tranquility ended, when a newspaper was slammed down hard on the table in front her, sending her cup jumping and spilling a few drops on the surface. Velvet looked up to see her daughter's face as she had never seen it before. Livid with rage. “What is the meaning of this?” she grated between clenched teeth, pointing a shaky finger at the newspaper.

“Twilight, what's gotten into...” Velvet stopped the question, when she saw the front page of the Canterlot Guardian. “Oh.” On the page was a photo of her drunk-off-his-ass husband, stumbling out of a Canterlot nightclub with a stupid grin on his face and a scantily clad mare in each arm.

Canterlot's New Royalty Exposed

Was the Princess wrong to grant another alicorn a title so soon after the return of the Crystal Empire? Not much is known about the elusive Twilight Sparkle other than her affiliation with the Elements of Harmony.

Her Canterlot native parents, however, have been in the limelight for decades. Twilight Velvet Sparkle was already infamous for writing cheap novels that were raunchy at best and filthy at worst. Night Light Sparkle has served the Sun Court as a royal advisor for years now, but his darker side was only recently revealed. He was spotted in a house of ill repute last Saturday evening. One could defend his actions as simply blowing off steam, had he not assaulted the camera stallion who took the picture above, giving him a black eye and destroying equipment worth over a thousand bits. Sources hinted at the fact that drugs were in play as well, but could neither confirm nor deny that.

Twilight Velvet could not be reached for a comment. But frankly the Guardian has formed its opinion. Between a mother who writes pornographic material as a hobby and a father who cheats on his wife, with what morals could our newest princess have possibly been brought up? Dark times are ahead for Equestria, if Twilight Sparkle is anything like her parents. We'll be keeping our eye on this story as it develops.

“I was going to tell you,” Velvet said quietly, her eyes cast to the ground and her ears hanging by the side of her head.

“When?” Twilight screeched, pointing to the date on the page. “That article is a week old! What were you waiting for? The Summer Sun Celebration? I can't believe nopony told me!”

“I...” she faltered. “I just didn't know how. Princess Celestia issued a ban on the article and the Guardian had to recall the issue. Even though no other paper picked up on it, the damage had been done.”

Twilight's chest was heaving with laboured breaths. Trying to get her emotions in check, she plopped onto the sofa next to her mother. “Are you and Dad getting a divorce?” Although anger was still the dominating force behind her words, Velvet knew her daughter well enough to detect the hint of fear in them.

The older mare sighed. Might as well let it all out now. “I don't know at this point. Frankly my marriage to your father has been in the dumps for years now. We were ready to get a divorce over a year ago. But then Shining announced his engagement and it just didn't seem like the right time to go through with it. Then a few weeks ago, when we were getting ready to come out, you suddenly became a Princess of the Realm. We didn't want to hurt your image.”

“Fine job you did with that,” Twilight growled.

“It's not like I told your father to pull a stupid stunt like that,” she said just as hotly, but calmed down again immediately. Putting a hand on her daughter's shoulder, she continued. “You've gotta believe me, Twilight. I just didn't want to hurt you.”

“Well, that's fine for you,” she snapped, brushing off the comforting hand. “But I'm the one who has to deal with it now! I have to go out there and face the crowds.”

The gesture brought angry tears to Velvet's eyes. It wasn't fair. “And you think I don't?” she said, her temper flaring. “How do you think I felt, seeing my life's work being insulted and dragged through the mud by a two bit gossip paper? Do you think I didn't hear the whispered conversations behind my back, when I did my grocery shopping? At least you get to play dumb about the whole affair. You can just tell the press about how horrible your parents are and garner some sympathy votes!”

Twilight stared at her mother in shock. She stood up with a blank expression on her face. “I gotta go. I need to finish that budget with the mayor today.”

Coming to her senses, Velvet gasped. She had just yelled at her daughter. She'd never done that before. “Twilight, wait!” she called after her with an outstretched hand. But is was too late. The door slammed shut and to all intents and purposes Velvet felt as if Twilight had just shut her out of her life, literally and figuratively.

* * *

Velvet looked up from the pillow she had been crying into and out of her window. Celestia's sun told her that it was long past lunch time, but she had no appetite. “I'm a horrible mother,” she muttered.

Then another thought hit her and she slammed her head into the pillow again. “And a horrible aunt. I promised Spike a Ruby Soufflé for lunch and I totally forgot about it.”

She dragged herself out of bed and made her way to Spike's room. She rapped her knuckles on the door. “Spike, I'm terribly sorry. Have you had something to eat yet?”

There was no response. The door stood slightly ajar, so Velvet could tell that the young dragon was in his room. She listened for a second, and heard a groan. Groaning? Was he in pain? Did he hurt himself? Velvet's mind went blank for a second. Was he starving and unable to move because of the pain due to her negligence???

She pushed open the door. “Spike, are you alright?” Her jaw dropped to the floor. There was Twilight's No. 1 assistant, lying on his bed with his boxers around his ankles. In one hand he held a photo of Rarity and with the other he was stroking one of his cocks. Wait, one of them?

“Auntie,” Spike yelled, when he had finally noticed her. Since he was frozen in shock, he didn't even make an effort to cover himself up.

Velvet pressed her hands in front of her eyes, yet she couldn't help but peep through her fingers. “Ah... I-i'm s-so sorry, Spike,” she stammered. “I.... just wanted … with the lunch and all. … I didn't know you were ... and you didn't respond to the knock … groan … Thought you might be hurt...”

“Auntie!” Spike yelled, cutting through her gibberish and finally grabbing a blanket to cover himself up.

“What!?” she screamed back, her voice rising and octave.

“Get out!”

“Right,” she squieked, turning on her heel and pulling the door closed behind her. She leaned her back against the wooden door, her heart going a mile a minute. What an absolutely awful day. First she had had a fight with her daughter and now she had caught her nephew masturbating. Her hand flew to her mouth and her eyes widened even further, when the much too recent image flashed in front of her mind's eye again. “There were two,” she muttered.

Ten minutes later she had calmed down a bit and was back in front of Spike's room with a small bowl of topaz snacks. “Spike, are you in there?” she asked, knocking on the door. She had alienated her daughter today. As Celestia was her witness, she wasn't gonna let the same thing happen with her adoptive nephew.

“Yes,” the dragon replied sullenly.

“Are you clothed?” she added and instantly berated herself for being so blunt.

He groaned and Velvet opened the door slowly. Spike was sitting on his bed, back towards her. “I brought you a snack,” she said lamely. When she got no answer, she put the bowl down on the night stand and sat down on the bed.

They were just sitting there in an awkward silence with their backs to each other for a minute. It was then that Velvet spotted the picture of Rarity and picked it up. “You really like her, don't you?”

He turned his head slightly to look at the picture Velvet was holding and smiled despite himself. “Sure,” he said. “What's not to love? She's gorgeous and generous. The perfect mare, and so virtuous.”

Velvet bit her lip, wondering what Spike would think of his crush, if he could have seen her sprawled out on that deck chair yesterday. “Ever told her that directly?”

“What's the point? She's a pony. I'm a dragon. Where would it even go?”

“Oh, Spike,” she said, leaning her back against his. He didn't cringe away from the contact. That was a good sign. “You can't know that until you've tried.”

“No, I mean where would IT go? My second penis. Ponies only have one.”

Velvet could feel her ears grow hot. “O-oh,... is that what you meant?”

“I'm not an idiot, auntie,” he huffed. “I know perfectly well what the 'M' on your books stands for.” After a moment he added: “They're good reads.”

Somepony, well somedragon in this case, complimenting her writing as always brought a smile to Velvet's face. “Thanks.”

“But even there the stallions only ever have one penis. I mean, there was that scene in 'Canterlot Secret Society' where the mare did it with several stallions at the same time, but...”

“I think we're getting off topic here, Spike.”

“Right, sorry. What I mean is, you were shocked, when you saw me just now, weren't you? What if Rarity and I started dating and then when she sees me, she starts to hate me?”

“Well, shocked is a strong word. Surprised is more like it.” Velvet mulled that over in her head for a moment. She didn't know Rarity well enough to gage her reaction, should Spike ever pull blank in front of her, but she was sure of one thing. “Honey, this is a part of you. Just like my cutie mark is part of me. If Rarity comes to truly care for you, I'm sure she'll come around.”

She could hear Spike quietly start to sob. “I don't even know if this is normal for a dragon, since ponies know so little about my kind. What if I'm some kind of freak?”

“Shhh,” Velvet soothed. “You're not a freak.” As much as she wanted to comfort Spike, in the back of her head her curiosity had kicked into overdrive. “Are they … both functional?”

Spike sniffed. “As far as I can tell.”

Velvet bit her lip. What she was about to suggest was all kinds of wrong, but she just couldn't help herself. She had to make sure. “Will you … show me again?”

Spike jumped to his feet and whirled around as if he had just found a snake in bed with him. “Are you serious?” he asked incredulously.

Velvet crawled towards him over the bed with a resolute expression and a blush on her face. She sat on the corner of the bed and looked up at him. “Clearly you can't move forward, until you know for sure that mating with Rarity is even a physical possibility for you. So if that's what it takes, I will do this for you.”

She silently congratulated herself for coming up with that brilliant rationalization. Even though she had been sincere with her words, curiosity probably played a bigger role, she admitted to herself. The rest was up to Spike. His youthful face was just too honest and every thought showed on it. Shock. Eagerness. Revulsion. Lust. Guilt. And finally resignation.

Velvet gulped as Spike wordlessly pulled down his pants in front of her and she was now face to face with his draconic heritage. Sure enough, there were two, one where you would expect it, but then a second one right above it. She leaned in for a closer inspection. When her breath tickled them, Spike shuddered in response.

“Are those … nobs?” she said in amazement.

“I knew it,” Spike said close to tears. “I'm a freak.”

“No, sweetie,” she quickly reassured him. She really needed to tone down her reactions as to not unsettle the unsure dragon even more. “As a matter of fact there are mares who enjoy this kind of thing.”

“Really?”

She nodded with a smile that eased his tensions and turned her gaze back to the area of interest. There was no visible ball sack anywhere and purple scales covered everything but the shafts themselves. Gingerly she reached out to touch the upper one and Spike immediately jumped at the touch. She grabbed one shaft in each hand and began to move them up and down.

This was a little awkward. She wasn't used to rubbing a penis with her left hand, so it was slightly off-sync. While her right pumped steadily, her left just moved up and down, doing its best to keep up.

Spike on the other hand seemed to enjoy the contrast as was evident by his body's reaction. Still sensitive from his earlier masturbation, both shafts immediately became harder and to Velvet's surprise grew out quite a bit. “Well, that's a quick response time,” she giggled as one of Spike's dicks poked the tip of her nose.

“Is that good?”

“Yes, Spike. I should say so. And in terms of size you don't have to hide behind any other stallion. As a matter of fact, you'll probably still keep growing. Be proud of that. 'Cause whatever they tell you, size does matter to a mare.”

The dragon nodded dumbly as Velvet considered how to proceed. She relocated her right hand to the lower cock and began jerking him off again. With her left she picked up the upper one and traced a line along the shaft with her tongue.

Spike moaned softly as her lips brushed past the tip. Emboldened by his reactions, she now put her left hand on his thigh to hold him in place, while she gave a quick smooch to the tip of his upper dick.

Then she took it partway into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down. “Auntie, that feels amazing,” he muttered in pure bliss.

A slight grin forming on her face, Velvet began to suck more strongly. At the height of the suction she pulled her head back and let the tip plop out between her lips. Spike groaned and to Velvet's amazement she could feel his lower dick begin to throb. Was he going to...?

She had kept her right hand steadily pumping and now Spike's lower dick exploded without much notice, spewing large amounts of sticky white cum at her cleavage. The semen hit her chest with such force that it splattered all over her breasts and even rebounded to her chin.

She observed the other dick, but other than a glistening coat of precum mixed with saliva there was nothing new about it. “I'm so sorry, auntie,” Spike apologized in a slight panic. “I couldn't hold it and now your clothes are.”

Velvet looked down at the mess he had made and sure enough her blouse was drenched in dragon cum. Yet she shook her head with a smile. “Don't worry, Spike. It's fine.” She would have been upset, had it been Rarity's beautiful summer dress. But thankfully that was safe on a hanger back in her room.

“But that's odd,” she commented, nonchalantly removing her top. “Do they work separately from each other?”

“I guess so. But sometimes, when it feels really good, they both go off at the same …” Spike's voice trailed off as he stared down at his aunt in open-mouthed astonishment.

“Something wrong, Spike?” she asked, laying the bra she had just taken off atop her discarded blouse.

“B … “ he stuttered like an idiot. “B … boobies.”

Velvet chuckled as the realization hit her. He had probably never seen a pair of bare breasts in real life before. But his adoration for her chest gave her a flash of inspiration and she gave him a wicked grin. “Since you already provided the lubrication for it, we might as well give this a try. Scooch a little closer, will you?”

Spike obliged and Velvet enveloped his lower member with her large mounds. As she pressed them together with her hands and began to move up and down, she could feel his knees buckle under him from the new sensation.

Just as she had anticipated, the slimy dragon cum made the movement perfectly smooth. The strong smell of it also tickled her nostrils and made her light-headed. “The Japoneighse call this a 'paizuri',” she giggled. “Now let's see, if we can't get you to that double climax you mentioned earlier.”

Once more her soft mouth closed over his other dick and she began to suck him off vigorously, taking in as much of him as she could each time.

His senses being assaulted by Velvet's simultaneous tit-fuck and blowjob, Spike's mind went blank and his instincts took over. Putting his hands on her shoulders for support, the dragon's hips began moving back and forth.

It was a little awkward at first, but after a few strokes he had honed in on Velvet's rhythm. The teenage dragon roared as he began fucking his adoptive aunt's tits and mouth in earnest. She hadn't thought it possible, but she could feel both of Spike's members grow even harder and bigger and she had to gasp for air, whenever he pulled his hips back.

The resulting smacking and slurping sound, each stroke made, seemed to push Spike even more into the realm of pure animalistic lust. Maybe coming on to a frustrated, horny teenage dragon hadn't been one of Velvet's brighter ideas, after all.

But she soon got swept up in her own hazy mist again, furthered by the knowledge that Spike would never actually hurt her. She got so absorbed in the moment that the steps from outside hardly registered on her mind. Until she heard a familiar voice call out, that was.

“Mom? Are you here?”

Velvet let go of Spike. “Twilight?” she asked in shock, immediately clapping a hand over her mouth. She had given away her position.

“Are you in Spike's room?” Twilight's voice asked in bewilderment, drawing closer.

“Why, yes I am. He's out, so I thought I'd clean up his room a little.” She looked down at her cum covered breasts with a nervous chuckle. “You know how messy he can be.”

“Well, it's just as well he isn't here. I need to talk to you about this morning.”

To Velvet's horror the doorknob started to turn slowly. She looked around the room frantically and her eyes fell on a dresser. Firing up her horn, she levitated it to over and smashed it down in front of the door.

The door banged against it with a thud and Twilight gave it a rattle. “Huh, that's strange. The door is stuck.”

“I had to move some things around to give this place a good clean. You wouldn't want to see the mess, anyway. Can we maybe talk about this later, sweetie?”

Twilight was still for a moment. “I understand, if you don't want to see my face right now after what I said earlier. But I really need to get this off my chest. So if you could just listen to what I have to say?”

Torn between the possibility of being discovered and her desire to make amends with her daughter, Velvet had to make a snap decision. “I'm listening.” How was she gonna pull this off? Spike was no help either. He simply stood there, frozen to the spot and blankly staring down at his aunt.

“I mulled this over the entire day and I came to a conclusion.”

“What is it?” Just then Velvet could feel a tug at her horn. Her head was jerked back around towards Spike and before she could protest, the dragon rammed his still hard cock back past her lips and down her throat once more, still clinging to her horn and thus holding her head in place. What the buck was he thinking?

“So,” Twilight continued, blissfully unaware of what the two of them were doing. “I was simply shocked, so I didn't even consider what effect this whole affair would have had on you.”

“M-hm,” Velvet replied. It was all she could do as her mouth was being stuffed with a dragon cock. She squinted at him, trying to tell him through eye contact to knock it off. But the eyes that looked back at her were not those of the baby dragon she had met during Twilight's entrance exam into Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. His pupils were mere slits and there was no glimmer of rational thought behind them. Was this … dragon greed?

“I mean, it was just awful. You had no fault in what happened. And the way that reporter spoke about your beautiful novels. This isn't porn, it's erotic art. Can't he tell the difference?”

Spike was still increasing his pace, totally oblivious to what else was going on and only focused on sating the burning hunger inside his loins. Velvet tried to pinch his legs, but he seemed to not feel anything through his thick scales. For a brief moment she considered biting his cock, just hard enough to get him to stop but not actually hurt him. But she couldn't risk having him yelp in pain. So far he had at least kept his grunting at a level that wouldn't be audible to Twilight.

“Mom,” Twilight asked sadly, when she didn't hear a reply. “Are you crying?”

“M-mm,” she tried to vocalize the negative response.

“You don't have to hide it. I can hear you sobbing into the pillow.”

As a matter of fact those were not muffled sobs Twilight was hearing, but her mother gagging on her No. 1 assistant's fat cock. But that hardly mattered now.

“I just wanted you to know that I don't blame you for not telling me. You did it, because you love me. I realize that now.”

Tears welled up in Velvet's eyes. “M-hm,” she mumbled happily. Once again her talking transmitted directly as wave of pleasure into Spike's groin and the dragon began to grind his hips even faster still.

“So, can you forgive me for yelling at you this morning?”

“M-hm.” She felt Spike's lower member, which was still dangling between her breasts, began to throb again along with the one in her mouth. On impulse she pushed her boobs together once more, applying pressure to the grinding organ.

Twilight breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Thanks, mom. You're the greatest. You'll probably want to freshen up a bit, before you come down. So I'm gonna go and get dinner started.”

“M-hm.” Velvet couldn't believe her luck, when she finally heard Twilight's steps recede back down the stairs. Her thoughts immediately returned to the situation at hand, however, as Spike grabbed the back of her head with both his claws and gave one final push, forcing his upper dick as far down her throat as it would go while the tip of the lower one poked her chin.

Shuddering, the dragon let his maw drop open in a silent roar as he released his cum in spurts. With her head firmly being held in place, Velvet had no choice but to begin swallowing the large amounts of the pungent substance. All the while hot streams of the fluid splattered across her chest like molten lava.

She had already swallowed three large gulps and yet he was still cumming. Unable to keep up with the fourth and fifth spurt, some of it spilled out of the corners of her mouth and eventually her nose as well.

Finally the convulsions gradually became less violent, until they stopped altogether. Totally spent Spike let go of her face and took a shaky step back as he withdrew and collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily. Likewise Velvet fell backwards onto the soft covers of his bed. Her upper body was completely drenched. “Well,” she muttered. “Probably just as well that I skipped lunch today. Now I'm definitely full.”

Ten minutes later the dragon had come back to his senses and was apologizing profusely. As it turned out, he had in fact been fully aware of what was happening, but just hadn't been able to keep his impulses in check.

“It's alright,” Velvet easily forgave him. “It was your first time. It's only natural that you'd go a little overboard.”

“If only I knew how Rarity would react to that.”

Velvet gave the dragon a quick kiss on the cheek. “Oh, don't worry. From what I've seen of her, she might actually quite enjoy seeing you like this. But first you'll have to tell her how you really feel.”

Spike looked at her with admiration in his eyes. “I will,” he said, clenching his fist. “And I have you to thank for giving me the confidence, auntie. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you.”

“Well, you can start by giving me something I can clean myself up with,” she replied sweetly, looking down on herself.

“Right,” the dragon blushed and handed her a box of kleenex. “There's more in the drawer.”

“One more thing,” Velvet added thoughtfully, tapping her index finger against her chin. “I told Twilight that you went out, so it would be pretty suspicious, if you didn't come in through the front door.”

“Well, how am I gonna get outside?”

Silently she pointed at the window.

Spike's head flew back and forth between the window and his aunt. “You're not serious,” he protested, when realization finally dawned on him. “This is my room!”

Velvet put her hands together in a pleading gesture. “You don't want Twilight to find out, do you?” Then she winked at him. “I'll make you two Ruby Soufflés tomorrow.”

Spike's shoulders drooped and he got up, walking over to the window with a sigh and putting his hand on the frame. “Only for you, auntie.”

Author's Note

About Spike's Age

So if y'all remember, I called Spike a 'teenage' dragon in the prologue just like in this chapter. This is how it breaks down in my headcanon:

The Mane 6 have always been in their early twenties in my eyes with Twilight being the youngest at 21. However, we've seen 3 seasons of the show now, which puts alicorn Twilight at 24. (Fluttershy is 26, Pinkie 25 and the rest fall somewhere in between, if you're wondering.) Now Twilight hatched Spike during her entrance exam. Normally you are 6 years old, when you start school. So 24-6=18. And that puts us right in the ballpark of Spike being barely legal.

Now that the nice lawyer is no longer pointing a gun at my head, I'll just add this. How young you want to make Spike in your mind while reading this is entirely up to you. That's the reason I left it as unspecific as it is in the story itself.