Chapters Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark
Chapter 1: Home Made Apple Pie
Chapter 1: Home Made Apple Pie
Twilight Velvet had finished unpacking her luggage and was admiring the guest room, Spike had prepared for her. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. A simple bed, a wardrobe and a desk. If one were to describe it in one word, that word would be 'quaint' and that was exactly what she needed right now.
She opened the window and took in a deep breath. Back in Canterlot a dozen different smells and noises would have assaulted her senses by now. Not so in Ponyville. The clean country air filled her lungs and nostrils and the song of birds filled her ears.
“I knew it. This is exactly what I needed.” Firing up her horn, she levitated a blank piece of parchment out of the desk drawer and said in a confident voice: “To Love is Pony. Chapter 1.”
Almost immediately the words appeared on the blank paper. It was her special talent, which she had discovered when she had been a little filly. Back in the day she had been keeping a diary religiously. Words spoken from her heart flowed smoothly onto the page like velvet without the need for ink or quill.
With a pang she remembered that night her cutie mark had appeared. She had been writing into her diary about a certain colt she had met. Night Light. Halfway through the entry she had stopped actually writing and simply began speaking the words out loud, raving on and on about him.
Velvet shook her head. “Forget him,” she told herself. “This is about me and my passion. I can feel a masterpiece coming on!”
Three hours later, the sun was beginning to set, she was lying on her bed, blankly staring at the ceiling. She levitated the scroll over to her and began to read.
To Love is Pony
Chapter 1
That was it. “Gah!” With a groan she flung the scroll across the room and into a corner.
“Gah!”
Velvet's ears perked up. Was there an echo in here? She could have sworn that she had heard a second groan just like hers coming from downstairs. Then there was the unmistakable sound of a door closing.
“Spiiiike! Did you find the book on ancient aqueducts in the Crystal Empire, I asked you to get for me?”
Velvet sat upright in her bed, a huge smile spreading across her face. She knew that voice! “Twilight,” she sang as she flew down the stairs.
Twilight Sparkle, Equestria's newest princess, was more than a little startled, when she saw the unicorn mare charging her. But as soon as she realized who it was, she spread her arms as wide as she could and hurried toward her with a big grin on her face. “Mom!”
“Oh, I've missed you so much, my little filly,” Velvet said with tears in her eyes as she wrapped her daughter in a hug and nuzzled her mane.
“I missed you, too,” Twilight laughed, straightening her crown that had slipped over one ear, when the two had come together. “But I'm not a filly anymore.”
“Nonsense,” her mother huffed. “You'll always be my little filly and no amount of body height or sudden sprouting of wings will change that.”
“How is dad?”
Velvet's face clouded for a moment at the mention of her husband. “Your father is fine,” she said curtly, breaking off the embrace.
“Something wrong?” Twilight asked.
Velvet bit her lip. She'd have to break it to her eventually, but she didn't want to spoil the reunion. The talk could wait until another time. “Nothing, dear,” she lied. “So how was your day?”
“Hilarious,” she replied with heavy sarcasm, walking over to the living space and putting her crown down on the coffee table. “Being cooped up in the mayor's office all day is a hoot.”
Velvet moved around to the sofa and sat down, patting the free space beside her. “Tell me all about it.”
With a contented sigh Twilight sat beside her mother and leaned on her shoulder, closing her eyes. “You know, I'm thankful to Princess Celestia for letting me gather experience by starting with local politics. But if I hear the words 'Ponyville Sanitation Project' one more time, I'm gonna scream.”
“Is that what you've been up to these days?”
Twilight chuckled. “I know, right? Truly Equestria must be holding its breath for the outcome of these budget negotiations.” She paused, her expression becoming more serious. “Sorry I wasn't there to pick you up at the train station.”
“It's alright, dear,” Velvet forgave her. “Spike was there and I got to spend some time with your friend Pinkie Pie. Besides we'll have plenty of time with each other starting tomorrow.”
“About that...” the purple unicorn said guiltily. “The budget needs to be approved by the end of the fiscal quarter. So we've got to hammer this out over the next three days or no funding from Canterlot. I'm awfully sorry, but I gotta be at City Hall first thing in the morning.”
“Oh.” The disappointment was clearly audible in her voice, but the novelist caught herself quickly. “Well, I'll be here for at least a week. I've hardly gotten to see you for the last two years, so I suppose I can wait a few more days.”
There was an awkward silence that was thankfully interrupted by Spike coming down the stairs. “Got that book you wanted,” he said. The sweat on his forehead clearly indicated that he had completely forgotten his task until now and had been in a mad rush to find it from the time Twilight had entered the library.
If Twilight had realized that as well, she chose not to comment on it. “Thanks, Spike. Just put it on my desk.” She looked up at her mother. “Have you had dinner yet?”
That instantly brought a smile back to Velvet's face. “As a matter of fact we haven't. What would you like?” She was already halfway to the kitchen.
“You really don't need to cook for us, Mom,” Twilight quickly called after her, a hint of panic in her voice. “You're a guest here, after all.”
“Nonsense,” her mother said. “It's been far too long since I cooked for...” She stopped mid-sentence, when she saw the wasteland that was the inside of Twilight's fridge. The only thing in there was a carton of milk and half a slab of cheese. “I'm guessing with your busy schedule you didn't have time to buy fresh ingredients?”
Twilight, who had followed her mother into the kitchen, scratched the back of her head and gave a nervous chuckle. “Guess not.”
“Well, let's see what else I can whip up...” Once again words failed her as she opened the cupboard and revealed a neatly stacked row of twenty or so boxes of instant oatmeal. “Twilight,” she sighed, putting a hand over her eyes.
“I know,” the young princess said. “I shouldn't just live on junk food. But I'm so busy these days.”
“Well,” Velvet said, puffing up her chest. “We're gonna eat out tonight and I know what I'm gonna do tomorrow. I'm thinking cabbage stew and apple pie.”
“Hooray!” Spike cheered. “Auntie's home made apple pie!”
Twilight giggled at Spike's elation and gave her mother a hug from behind. “You're the best, mom,” she said simply.
* * *
Twilight Velvet had to catch her breath, when she finally reached the gates to Sweet Apple Acres. It was at times like these she realized that being a city pony didn't do much to keep up one's constitution. Wiping her brow with a handkerchief, she reflected that she had nopony to blame but herself. She wanted to save the apples for last, taking her time to look over the market. When she had finally gotten around to the Apple stand, it had been abandoned.
It was only then that the other vendors told her that the Apple family stand was usually sold out by mid-morning, but that they were more than willing to sell the latest produce directly at the farm. Apple family apples were legendary even in Canterlot. Velvet simply had to take the opportunity to get some fresh from the orchard.
She entered the courtyard, looking around for somepony to talk to. As luck would have it, she spotted a tall red stallion, currently in the process of fixing a broken wagon wheel. “Excuse me,” she called out to him.
“Eyup,” the stallion responded, standing up. Drawn up to his full height he looked even more impressive. He was wearing blue dungarees that left his chest bare and showed the rippling muscles underneath. Yet his blonde hair and freckled face gave him a distinctly boyish charm.
Velvet gulped, mentally reminding herself to stay focused on her task. “I was looking to buy some apples, but your stand at the Ponyville market was all sold out. Could you perhaps help me?”
“Eyup.”
Not a stallion of many words that one, Velvet thought. But she was glad to have found somepony who could help her and stretched out her hand. “How do you do? I'm Twilight Velvet. Perhaps you know my daughter, Twilight Sparkle?”
The mysterious stallion began to reach for her hand, then froze and stared at her. “Twilight Velvet?” he asked, his eyes going wide as saucers. He took one step backward and then bolted towards the farm house.
“Was it something I said?” Velvet asked nopony in particular, having been left standing in the dust with an outstretched hand.
She was just about ready to turn around and leave, when somepony else called out to her. “Mrs. Sparkle!”
She recognized the pony running towards her as Applejack, another one of Twilight's friends. No sooner had she faced the apple farmer than her hand already been seized in a hefty shake.
“How do you do? Why, ah haven't seen ya since Twilight's coronation.”
“Iiiii'm gooood, Aaaaaplejaaack,” she replied, her voice wobbly from all the shaking. She cleared her throat, once it had stopped. “I was actually looking to buy some apples.”
“Then ya've come to the right place. We're actually low on stock, since we're coming up on cider season, but ah'll buck ya a batch fresh from the trees, if y'all will give me a couple minutes.”
“I really don't want to inconvenience you,” Velvet said.
“Fiddlesticks,” the orange mare protested. “Why, Twilight's practically family and that makes ya family as well. An' family's never an inconvenience for an Apple. Wait right here.” With that Applejack grabbed an empty bucket and vanished into the orchard, no doubt headed for the ripest and juiciest apples she could find.
Once again Twilight Velvet was left standing alone in the yard of Sweet Apple Acres. Between Pinkie and Applejack she wondered whether all of Twilight's friends were this lively. Suddenly a movement caught the corner of her eye. It might have been a trick of light, but she could have sworn there was a the fringe of a mane just around the corner of the barn.
She shrugged and kept on looking around. Then she heard a sound. Once again her eyes were drawn to the corner of the barn, where a rake had fallen to the ground. Velvet cocked her head. She might as well check. Maybe a chicken had gotten loose.
On silent feet she moved to the barn and peeked around the corner. What she saw was no chicken. In fact she had to crane her neck upward. “Well, hello again,” she said to the red stallion.
“Eyup,” he replied, scratching his ears. “Sorry about running off earlier. That was impolite of me.”
“Oh, no problem,” Velvet forgave him, coming around the corner fully. “Though I have to admit, I've never gotten that reaction before.”
He dug at the ground with one hoof, obviously nervous about something. So Velvet chose not to push him, letting him work on his own schedule. Finally he seemed to find the courage he was looking for and thrust a book, he had been holding behind his back, at her. “Would ya sign this for me?”
Velvet was shocked to see the cover of the very first novel she had ever written in front of her. 'Gone with the Leaves.' It was a historical romance novel about a farm pony and a plantation owner in the Great Equestrian Civil War. Judging by the smudged edges this particular copy had been read and reread many times.
She couldn't help but smile. Most of the critics had demolished it as naïve back in the day. To see somepony hold her very first published work in such high regard somehow tugged at her heartstrings. “Who do I make it out to?” she asked simply, taking the book from him.
“The name's Big Macintosh, but mah friends call me Big Mac.”
“Right,” Velvet said with a smack of her forehead. “You're Applejack's brother. I should have seen the resemblance.”
They both had a light chuckle as Velvet signed the index page of the book with a quill. She always signed autographs with a real quill, feeling it was more personal than just magicking the words onto the page. “How's that?” she asked, handing it back.
To my daughter's dear friend Big Mac.
Love, Twilight Velvet
Big Mac almost choked, when he read the line. “Thank you. Ah always felt this one had the most emotion in it.” He quickly averted his eyes before blurting out. “And y'er even prettier in real life than on the book cover.”
Velvet was taken aback. Was this young stallion … flirting with her? “Oh, come. You're just saying that.”
His eyes hardened and for the first time he looked her straight in the eye. “No ma'am. Just like mah sister, I'd never tell a lie.”
Velvet's throat became dry. Was this stallion serious or was he just leading her on? Come on, Velvet told herself. This guy was no older than Shining Armor. He could have been her son. And yet she found herself fiddling with a lock of her purple and white mane as if she was a school filly again.
That reaction seemed to encourage the farm pony. “Ah've always wanted to meet you, since ah learned that Twilight was your daughter. But ah never could work up the courage to ask and when she became a princess, ah guess ah kinda gave up on the notion,...”
Oh, damn this stallion. He instinctively seemed to know which buttons to push. Velvet laid a hand on his arm, keenly aware of his muscular build, no doubt honed during years of work on the orchard. “Big Mac. Neither Twilight nor I have changed because of that. We're still the same ponies.” She winked at him. “And if you go on like that, I might have to test the honesty of your words with my body.”
Velvet's mind went blank. What had she just said? Big Mac's eyes widened once again as her words sank in. Even if he hadn't been flirting with her, she had certainly been flirting with him just now.
“I...” she started, but her words were cut off as Big Mac sealed her lips with a hot kiss. This couldn't be happening, she thought. This was wrong. She was a married mare. But it felt so good. No, if Night Light … Night Light. Buck him! He had no right to be angry about this. Not after what he had done. Closing her eyes and getting swept up in the moment, Velvet opened her mouth to let Mac's eager tongue explore her mouth fully. Despite his strength she knew that should she decide to break away, he would not try to hold her by force.
After what seemed like an eternity their lips parted, but their faces remained close. Velvet thought she could see the big stallion blush, which was quite a feat considering his red coat. “Ah'm sorry,” he began. “Ah don't know what came over me.”
“Is anypony gonna disturb us in that barn?” she asked simply.
This was so wrong, was all Twilight Velvet could think as Big Mac's gentle hands began exploring her body in the shadow of the barn. He could have easily thrown her to the ground and mounted her like an animal, yet his touch was like silk. Gently he lifted up her light brown top, removing her bra in one swift movement.
He gulped as he stared for a moment at her bare breasts, her nipples already erect in expectation. But the stare was in no way uncomfortable. It only heightened her arousal. Feeling his hot breath on her mounds sent a shiver of pleasure down Velvet's spine. She moaned softly every time he bit down teasingly, but never to the point where it hurt.
While his mouth and left hand were busy with her ample chest, his other hand rolled up her dark brown skirt and began to explore her nether regions. First caressing the inner thigh, then working its way inside her panties. Velvet bit her lip as a wet sound confirmed what she already knew. She was ready to receive his stallionhood and had been for quite some time.
He looked at her questioningly with those bright green eyes of his and Velvet knew that this was her last chance to let reason win over lust. Reason? What reason did she even have to spurn this gentle stallion's honest affections? For the life of her she couldn't think of one right now, so she simply nodded at him.
Only then did all hesitation seem to leave Big Macintosh. He pulled down his dungarees and revealed his already throbbing cock.
Velvet reached out and touched it with misty eyes, eliciting a shudder in response. She chuckled. “It looks like our bodies are in agreement then,” she said.
“Eyup.”
Velvet turned around and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Holding on to a beam of the barn with one hand for support and bending forward, she used the fingers of the other hand to spread her eager marehood. “Come on then. I'm waiting.”
There was no longer any holding back for Big Mac as he grabbed her ass and thrust into her to the hilt in one single motion. The sensation of taking him in all at once almost made Velvet blank out. It had been so long since she had felt so full. Arching her back and giving a cry of pure passion she came right then and there.
Although his mind must have had been as clouded as hers, Big Mac allowed her a moment to recover. “Sorry,” she said between ragged breaths, looking back at him. “That was unkind of me to come without you.”
He simply smiled at her. “Nope.” Then he gently began to move his member back and forth. Still sensitive from her early orgasm Velvet began to moan again with every thrust. Each time his full length hit her, sparks flew in front of her eyes.
Then he began to increase his speed and lifted one of her legs into the air with his powerful arm. It was all Velvet could do to keep her balance. “Yes, oh I haven't felt like this in years. Do it harder.”
Wordlessly he obliged. The wet sounds of bodies coming together in carnal pleasure echoed throughout the barn, every now and again pierced by a passionate moan from Velvet. Each time she did so, Big Mac seemed to grow more confident and his strokes grew more pronounced as a result. Already Velvet could feel her second orgasm coming on.
Suddenly he let her leg drop back to the ground and stopped moving. Was something wrong? “Big Ma... mpfh.” Her question was being muffled as his hand closed over her mouth. Velvet didn't know what was going on. She strained her neck to look back at him.
Big Mac's eyes were in some distant place, looking off to the left. Then she heard it. “Mrs. Sparkle! Ah got yer apples!” Applejack had returned and was calling for her. Why now of all times?
Big Mac was still covering her mouth with his hand, intent on keeping still and not giving them away. But a fire had awoken in Velvet. The part of her brain that was still capable of rational thought told her that she should be panicking. That she was on the verge of being discovered bucking the brains out of a young stallion in a barn who was no less the brother of her daughter's close friend.
Yet she was even more aroused than before and began to wiggle her hips despite herself. Mac looked at her in confusion and she told him to go on with pleading eyes. For a moment the red stallion was torn between wanting to grind his hips against her wet mound once more and the desire not to be discovered by his sister.
Eventually he started to thrust again. Another moan escaped Velvet through his fingers and he clamped down again, muffling her vocalizations. All the while Applejack was at most twenty feet away from them, just outside the barn. Velvet could hear her set down the bucket with the freshly picked apples. “Now where could she have gone? And where in the hay is Big Macintosh, anyway? Maybe he took her on a tour of the farm?”
Now they both could see Applejack's shadow walk towards the door of the barn and hear her steps coming closer. Once again the speed of his thrusts increased. It seemed he had made up his mind. If he was gonna be caught by his sister, he might as well finish, Celestia dammit.
Then suddenly another voice bellowed out across the farm. “Applejack! What'cha doing? Move yer kaboose! You need to pick up Apple Bloom from school!”
That shout could not have come at a better time. The thrill of being as good as caught pushed Velvet over the limit and she arched her back, climaxing and crying out into Big Mac's muffling hand. Had it not been for the shouting, Applejack would have surely heard it.
“Alright, Granny Smith! If ya see Big Mac, tell him Mrs. Sparkle's apples are by the barn!”
Once again steps could be heard, but this time moving away from the barn. All the while Big Mac was still thrusting, nearing his own climax. He released his hand from Velvet's mouth, who was catching her breath, as he pulled out and came all over her ass with a deep grunt.
Twilight Velvet smiled as she collapsed into the hay alongside her youthful lover. The warm feeling of his seed was spreading over her skin. Sure, it was gonna be a mess to clean up, but nothing could beat the feeling she had right now.
“Ah can't believe she didn't catch us,” Big Mac said after a few minutes of laying in the hay.
Velvet smiled. “I know. Wasn't it exciting?”
“Nope,” the stallion replied flatly.
She began to chuckle and despite himself Big Mac couldn't help but chime in.
It took another half hour to clean themselves up. Making sure Granny Smith wasn't looking out the window by chance, they both exited the barn, Velvet picking a few stray pieces of hay out of her skirt.
Big Mac shouldered the bucket of apples and, despite Velvet's insistence that it wasn't necessary, announced that he would carry them back to the library for her.
“Big Mac,” Velvet said as they were about to leave.
“Eyup.”
“Isn't that Twilight's Smarty Pants Doll?” she asked, pointing at a corner of the barn, where a dirty grey doll rested in the hay.
“Nope,” he said, not meeting her eyes and began walking.
Velvet took one more look, shrugged and then followed Big Mac back towards Golden Oaks Library.
* * *
That night Twilight Velvet smiled as her daughter and her dragon assistant chomped down on her specially made apple pie.
“This is amazing,” Spike said happily, holding out his plate. “Can I have another one?”
“Eyup,” Velvet replied as she put another piece on his plate.
“Me too!” Twilight said. “This is even better than I remember it, mom. Did you change the recipe?”
“Nope,” Velvet chuckled. “Just put in an extra helping of my special ingredient this time.”
Twilight stopped just short of taking another bite. “What's that?”
“Love,” her mother said with a sly grin.
Author's Note
Since I'm not a native English speaker, I can't imitate a southern accent to safe my life, much less put it to paper. I hope it's at least passable.
The set-up in this one is kinda cliché, but hopefully I managed to put enough of a spin on it to keep it interesting.
Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark
Chapter 2: A Day at the Spa
Chapter 2: A Day at the Spa
“I'm really, really, really sorry about this,” Twilight said for what felt like the hundredth time as she frantically darted around the library, picking up scraps of paper and putting them in her saddlebags.
“It's okay, dear,” Velvet assured her daughter once again. She grabbed her gently by the shoulders and straightened the crown atop her head. “You've earned this title and the responsibilities that go along with it. I'm proud of you and wouldn't dream of keeping you from what you were born to do.”
Twilight visibly relaxed and gave her mother a hug. “I love you, mom.”
“I know,” she chuckled. “I love you, too. Now go on. You don't want to be late for your morning meeting with the mayor.”
The Princess nodded and opened the door, but turned back one more time. “Oh, I almost forgot. I asked one of my friends to give you a tour of Ponyville. She 'll be here later.”
“That sounds lovely,” Velvet replied, waving her daughter goodbye. “You have a nice day now and don't worry about me.”
Velvet sighed nonetheless, when she was alone and looked at the clock. 8 a.m. “Well, at least I'll be able to get some writing done.” She giggled as she levitated the parchment towards her and sat down on the couch. Chapter 1 was complete. She had been on fire last night, after returning to her room and wrote it in one go. Her heroine, after losing her memories and being stranded in a rural town, had met a handsome stallion who had given her a place to stay at his farm for the time being. Velvet slapped her cheeks to get pumped up. “Chapter 2!”
Two hours later she was still sitting in the same spot, silently staring at the unoffending piece of blank parchment. Once again that nervous twitch was creeping up in her left eye. “Gah!” Her face hit the coffee table in front of her. “What is wrong with me?”
Velvet heard the bell at the door chime and a strangely melodic voice call out. “Juhuu! Anypony home?”
Probably Twilight's friend, she surmised, so she got up and went to the door. There was a white unicorn with a purple mane standing in the doorway. “Well, hello darling! Are you ready for our tour de grande of our lovely town?”
Velvet smiled. “Why, yes. Twilight told me you'd be coming over this morning. Miss Rarity, was it?”
“Just Rarity is fine,” she said, taking the older mare's hands in hers. “Well, I'll give you a minute to get changed and then we can get started.”
Velvet looked down at herself. She was wearing a plain, grey skirt that reached down to her knees and a white blouse. “Why? Is there something wrong with the way I look?”
“Well, no, not exactly. If we were taking a tour of the Ponyville retirement centre, that is.” Out of the mouth of any other pony it would have come off as condescending, but Rarity clearly knew what she was talking about, when it came to fashion. She herself was sporting a low-cut purple top that matched her mane perfectly, a black mini-skirt and the high heels that went perfectly along with it.
The fashionista gasped as inspiration struck her and she pulled Velvet along with some force. “Change of plans, darling. Our tour will first be headed to Carousel Boutique. I have just the thing for you!”
* * *
Two hours and several outfits later Rarity and Velvet were walking down the streets of Ponyville, headed for the formers favourite café for some lunch. The latter was now wearing a sparkling white one-piece summer dress and matching pumps. The light blue belt and stripe in the summer hat, she was wearing, neatly brought out the colour of her eyes.
The only real qualm Velvet had was that it seemed impossibly short and the fabric was so light, it had a tendency to puff up with little coaxing. She couldn't help but feel that a passing breeze would pick up the hem and reveal her choice of underwear for the day to all of Ponyville. The fact that stallions all around craned their necks to get another glimpse at the gorgeous duo didn't exactly help alleviate that particular fear.
Rarity giggled as a passing pegasus, who had taken a double take at them, buried himself headlong in the straw roof of a nearby house.
“I really don't think I'm cut out to wear something like this,” Velvet said, blushing.
“Don't be ridiculous, darling,” Rarity objected, sitting down at her usual table on the outside veranda of the café. “I admit, not everypony can pull this look off. But with your natural poise and elegance it would be a shame not to wear an ensemble like this.”
“At least let me pay for it.”
But the white unicorn cut off that train of thought with a wave of her hand. “I could never charge for the chance to work on perfection. It is my gift to you.”
“Well then, thanks again,” Velvet said, after the waiter had brought their drinks and taken their orders. “You truly are the Element of Generosity.”
Velvet found Rarity a delight to chat with. Though they expressed themselves in different mediums, they were both creative minds. Lunch passed with lots of giggling and small-talk about inconsequential things.
“Rarity,” Velvet began while poking her dessert. “There's something I wanted to ask and I think you might be the mare to talk to about it.”
“Of course, darling. What's on your mind?”
“Are there any stallions Twilight has her eye on?”
There was an awkward silence. “Well,” Rarity began delicately. “I probably don't have to tell you that up until a few years ago Twilight had problems even making friends. Stallions are quite another matter. So unless she's hiding it very well from the rest of us, I'm gonna have to say no.”
Velvet sighed. “I thought so.” While she was disappointed, she also felt some relief wash over her. Had Rarity told her that Twilight had a crush on Big Mac, she would have probably fainted on the spot from the embarrassment.
“Oh, don't look so glum,” the fashionista tried to cheer her up. “Frankly you're much too young yourself to worry about such things.”
“That's very nice of you to say, but frankly I can see my years creeping up on me every time I look into a mirror these days.”
“Pasha! You're beautiful! Just look at your stylish mane and there is not even a hint of crow's feet around your eyes. Why, even your breasts and buttocks are still so firm. I should know.”
Velvet sunk deeper into her chair with a blush, hoping desperately nopony had overheard that. She knew that Rarity had been talking about a few hours ago, when she had taken her measurements for the new dress. But a casual listener could come to a very different conclusion about that statement easily.
The fashionista fixed her with an uncomfortable gaze for a minute, evidently deep in thought about something. Suddenly her eyes brightened and her face broke into a huge smile. “IIDEEAA!” Grabbing Velvet once more and tossing some bits on the table to pay for lunch, Rarity pulled the startled mare back towards town. “I know where we are spending the afternoon!”
A few minutes later the two mares were standing in front of the Ponyville Spa. “An afternoon of pampering and relaxation is exactly what is needed to boost your self-confidence, darling! When we're finished here, people will think we're sisters,” Rarity announced grandly.
“Oh, I don't know,” Velvet protested meekly. “We don't even have an appointment.”
“Don't worry about it,” Rarity said, pushing her towards the door. “I have a standing appointment here and I'm a premium member. The usual!” she sang, when they had arrived in front of the receptionist's desk.
* * *
“What a lovely way to spend an afternoon,” Velvet sighed as they were both relaxing in the steam room several hours later. The massage had been divine and the mud bath had been exactly the right temperature. She couldn't remember the last time her skin had felt this smooth and her coat so well groomed.
“Isn't it, though?”
She nodded. “You were absolutely right. I really needed this to unwin...” Velvet broke off as she saw Rarity's gaze was fixated on her chest. Being the only two mares here, they had taken off their towels for the steam bath without paying it much heed, but now her companion's penetrating gaze made her a little uncomfortable. “Rarity?” she asked. “Eeep!”
Without warning the fashionista had cupped Velvet's voluptuous breasts in her hands. “I'm terribly sorry, darling. I should have asked first, but I just couldn't help myself.” She moved them around in her palms for a bit. “They're so big and yet so firm. It's amazing. What I wouldn't give for a bust like that,” she said dreamily.
“D-don't be silly,” Velvet replied, trying to ignore the sensation of another mare rubbing her boobs. “Your breasts are perfectly lovely.”
“Oh, that's nice of you to say, darling.” Thankfully she finally removed her hands. “But they don't even come close to yours. See?” To Velvet's horror the unicorn was now pressing her own breasts together and against hers. “I'm just a C-Cup. You're easily a D, maybe even an … Oh my.”
Rarity looked down and then back up at a blushing Velvet's face. “Sensitive, aren't we?”
Velvet chuckled nervously. She had felt her nipples become erect almost as soon as Rarity's chest had begun pressing in on her. “It's been a while since somepony has touched my breasts like that.”
“Really, how long?”
Velvet shrugged. “A few years?” It wasn't a total lie. She couldn't exactly tell her about her tumble in the hay with Big Macintosh the other day and other than that the statement was essentially true.
Rarity gasped in horror. “You're not serious! Perfection like this wasted! This is THE … WORST … POSSIBLE … THING! Aloe! We need you in here!”
The pink pony with the blue mane immediately stuck her head through the door. “Yes, Miss Rarity? Do you need another infusion?”
“There is no time for that,” she announced dramatically. “We are in the middle of a crisis here. Get your sister! House Special for two!”
Aloe gave her a sly smile. “Coming right up. Please take a seat outside.”
“What's going on?” Velvet asked in confusion as Rarity pulled her outside. “Shouldn't we take our towels? Aren't we supposed to cool off after the steam room?”
Rarity chuckled. “None of that will be necessary for what is about to come, darling. Now just sit down and relax,” she said, pushing the mare into a deck chair by the pool.
A few minutes later Aloe and Lotus Blossom returned to attend the two naked mares. They were both wearing bathrobes. “House Special for two?” Lotus asked for confirmation.
“That's right, darling,” Rarity chirped.
The two spa ponies nodded towards each other and split up. Lotus moved behind Velvet and Aloe did the same with Rarity. Suddenly the world went dark around her as Velvet could feel a silk face mask put over her eyes. “What's this for?” she asked in slight apprehension.
“It's all part of the package,” Lotus assured her in a soothing voice. “Just relax and let me work my magic.” Velvet could hear a faint rustling and the sound of heavy fabric falling to the ground. Had her attendant just taken off her bathrobe?
Velvet could feel her legs being pushed apart gently. She blushed, being keenly aware that her exposed marehood would be clearly visible. She shuddered as a draft of air caressed her down there. Then she jumped as hot lips kissed her secret spot.
“Eeek!” she squealed, pushing off the blindfold in shock to see what was happening. To her surprise a naked Lotus Blossom looked up at her from between her thighs. “Please keep the mask on,” she said in her strange yet exotic accent. “It'll enhance the experience.”
Velvet looked over to her right, where an equally unclad Aloe was eating out a softly moaning Rarity. Was this the House Special? She pulled the mask over her eyes again and Lotus got back to work. Her tongue expertly moved around her labia.
She could feel herself more and more relaxing, before letting out another startled yelp, when the spa worker began suckling on her clitoris. Not being able to see what was going on sent her mind racing. Each different move from Lotus' mouth sent a shiver down her spine, sending her on a roller coaster between pleasure and surprise.
Velvet began to moan as Lotus slowly screwed her tongue further in, hitting all the tender spots as only another mare could. She heard Rarity giggle beside her. “Didn't I ...mpfh... tell you, darling? This is exactly what the doctor …ahn... ordered.”
This went on for another few minutes, the hot tongue servicing every nook and fold of her insides until Lotus suddenly broke off the contact. Was it over already? Velvet was a little disappointed, but then she heard a click and a faint buzzing sound start up. Her back arched as a foreign object touched her wet marehood and she cried out in passion. Rarity was even more vocal beside her.
Velvet stifled a chuckle, when a thought occurred to her. “Something funny, darling?” Rarity asked, her voice muffled by a moan.
“Using the massager for this kind of thing as well? I could just imagine what my daughter would say to that.”
There was a pause as Rarity mulled that over in her mind, but then she too began to chuckle. “Very efficient!” the two mares laughed in unison.
They both returned to moans as the treatment continued, however. While pressing the device against Velvet's more and more moist marehood, Lotus began to use her free hand and mouth to go over her breasts. Big Mac had certainly been gentle, but to feel her nipple rolled around by the soft lips of the spa worker was an altogether different experience.
Velvet's spread legs began to tremble. “The buzzer is nice,” she said breathlessly. “But I need something inside me. Please.”
“Me too, Aloe,” Rarity said in a shaky voice.
Wordlessly Lotus removed the massager and pushed two fingers into her with a wet squelch. Both Rarity and Velvet cried out in delight. Picking up on the response, Lotus began moving her fingers in and out rhythmically, going faster and faster with Velvet's positive reinforcement.
“Harder! Oh Celestia, yes!” Lotus also redoubled her efforts in kneading her breast, leading the mare rapidly towards climax as squelching wet sounds hung in the air. She leaned in closer for a deep kiss that muffled Velvet's passionate moans as their tongues wrestled with each other madly.
Velvet reached out her right hand and found Rarity's who returned the squeeze. She could tell they were both close now. As Lotus broke off the kiss, she rammed her fingers into Velvet one last time as far as they'd go and she arched her back, an electric shock travelling down her spine.
“Comiiiiiiing!” she cried out as Rarity did the same beside her.
Basking in the afterglow and catching her breath, Velvet was only dimly aware that Lotus had removed her weight from her. This moment was pure bliss and Velvet didn't want it to end yet, the blindfold still keeping outside sensations away and allowing her to savour it to its fullest.
After a few minutes she finally removed the face mask and looked over at Rarity, who was watching her with a smile. “Now tell me, darling. Wasn't that simply divine?”
“Divine,” Velvet confirmed. “I should do this every week. Tell me, do they sell memberships to ponies who are not from Ponyville?”
Author's Note
So Rarity was supposed to have a minor role here. But when I started writing this chapter, she kinda stole the show a little bit. I really do feel that out of the Mane 6 she would have the most in common with my interpretation of Velvet.
Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark
Chapter 3: The End of Innocence
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.
Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark
Chapter 4: Learning to Fly
Chapter 4: Learning to Fly
“This is nice,” Twilight murmured happily, lying on her sofa while her mother was brushing her mane.
“Yes, it is,” Velvet agreed with a pleasant smile. “I was so glad to hear you got this project finished. Nothing will get in the way of our family bonding time today.”
Twilight froze in horror and her left eye began to twitch. “You did not just say that.” As if on cue there was a knock on the door. “Why would you say something like that,” she moaned. “You're a writer, mom! You should know better!”
“Oh, don't be silly, dear,” Velvet protested, getting up and walking over to the door. “Real life isn't that ironic. And if it actually is somepony to see the Princess, I'll just tell them she's been grounded.”
“Who would believe that?” Twilight giggled.
“Probably nopony,” Velvet replied with a wink. “I haven't grounded you once in 24 years. I'm not about to start now. Then again, they don't need to know that.”
She opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a large burlap sack. “Hello,” she asked and got a startle, when the face of a grey mare with a blonde mane suddenly popped out from behind the huge bag.
“Got some mail for you,” she said cheerily.
“All of that?” Velvet asked in astonishment.
The mare looked at it and then squinted her crossed eyes at her trusty clipboard. “Yep, pretty sure. Haven't delivered anything to the wrong address in almost a week. Is Twilight here? I'm gonna need a signature for the packages in there.”
“Uhm, it's alright. I'm her mother. I can sign for them.”
The mare's face lit up and she began to shake Velvet's hand vigorously. “It's nice to meet you. I'm Derpy Hooves. Derpy Mare Mail.”
“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Derpy.” Wow, Velvet thought. She had once named a character in one of her books Derpy who was a bit of a klutz. Almost as soon as it had hit the stores, the publisher had to recall the book, after receiving outraged letters from people who thought she was making fun of people with disabilities and Velvet was forced to change the name of the character. With a grimace she wondered what kind of parent would actually name their child Derpy on purpose.
After Velvet had signed, Derpy turned around, took a running start and with a flap of her pegasus wings was off into the air. The act was only slightly marred by her bumping into a potted plant by the door and knocking it over in the process. “Oops, my bad!” she called back over her shoulder.
Velvet shook her head and made her way back to the living room, levitating the sack in front of her with her magic.
She found her daughter still sitting on the couch with her eyes snapped shut and her hands covering her ears. “What is it?” she asked. “Thousand year old demi-gods with a grudge rising? Long forgotten Empires appearing out of nowhere? Changeling invasion? The creatures of Tartarus breaking free? Please don't tell me it's parasprites!”
“It was just the mail mare.”
Twilight opened one eye and looked at the bag. “Well, that's almost as bad.”
“What is all this?” her mother asked, curiously peering into it.
“Well, judging by the last few batches, congratulatory notes on my ascension, sometimes with gifts, petitions to change laws, invitations to fancy dinner parties, oh, and probably a fair number of wedding proposals as well.” She had added that last one almost as an afterthought.
“Wedding proposals?” Velvet squealed. She dove into the bag and found a letter that was sealed with a heart-shaped sticker. She ran over to the couch and sat next to her daughter, holding the letter in front of her face and giving her a puppy dog look.
“Mom!” Twilight protested with a roll of her eyes.
“Come on, it'll be fun,” she said as she shoved the piece of parchment into her hands. “Open it.”
Twilight sighed and used her magic to unseal the envelope without ripping it. She cleared her throat and began to read out loud.
Dear Princess Twilight,
you don't know me and I will only be in Ponyville for a short time. Yet your spectacular beauty has captured this humble stallion's heart. You are the shining new star of Equestria and all the land loves you. Yet there burns a fire in my chest that cannot be quenched. I love you, Princess.
“Blergh,” Twilight gagged, throwing the piece unceremoniously into the fireplace, not even bothering to finish it.
“Well, there's plenty of fish in the pond. Come on, try another one,” Velvet urged, already having picked out the next letter and having given it to her daughter.
Dear Princess Twilight,
I want to buck your brains out. Meet me tonight at the Ponyville Motel. Room 205. Don't wear a complicated dress.
Velvet scratched her head with a frown. “Well, at least he's honest.” But Twilight's eyebrow had shot up and she was grinning at the rest of the letter.
P.S. If you can't make it, do you happen to know if your mother is free tonight? I heard she was single again.
Velvet snatched up the letter, crumpled it up and threw it into the fire. “Fine, forget the mail,” she said irritably. “Let's do something fun together. Just you and I.”
Twilight chuckled. “What do you wanna do then? We got the whole day to ourselves.”
“Well, as matter of fact your friend Pinkie Pie gave me those coupons and I thought we could...”
Just then a blue and rainbow hurricane crashed through the window and past Velvet. Before she knew what was going on, she was sitting alone on the sofa while two mares had tumbled next door into the kitchen with a loud crash. She got up to see whether her daughter was alright.
The kitchen looked like a battlefield. Pots and pans were strewn everywhere and in the midst of it a blue pegasus pony was straddling the purple librarian. “Twilight! You gotta come with me right, stat, now!”
“Rainbow Dash. What's going on?” Velvet asked.
The pegasus turned her head. “Oh, hey, Twilight's mom. Didn't see you there.” She turned back to her friend. “Anyway, we gotta move. Time to put those wings to use, your highness.”
“Calm down, Rainbow,” Twilight said, pushing the mare off of her. “Take a deep breath and tell me what's going on.”
She did that and looked at her with a grave expression. “We've got a situation in Cloudsdale. There was an accident in a Heavy Duty Cloud Factory. It blew up. Like BOOM!”
Mother and daughter gasped. “Was anypony hurt?”
Rainbow Dash shook her head. “It was one of those automated factories. But the explosion scattered dense pockets of cloud material towards the east that could form a supercell, if they were to hit water.”
“I'm a little bit lost here,” Velvet admitted.
Twilight bit her lip. “If we don't get those clouds under control before they reach the ocean, they could turn into a hurricane and hit Saddle Arabia or some other country across the sea and Equestria could be held responsible.”
“Right,” Rainbow confirmed, “and since Cloudsdale is technically part of Ponyville's jurisdiction, your jurisdiction, the Department of Weather wants you on point. They've already assembled all the weather teams in the area, but they want an alicorn on scene just in case. Don't worry. I'll be right with you the whole time”
Twilight nodded in grim determination. “Then let's go.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Velvet asked. The two Elements of Harmony looked first at each other, then back at Velvet, giving a flap of their wings. “Right, I forgot.”
“I could use that spell I used on Rarity during the Young Fliers Competition,” Twilight said thoughtfully.
“Be serious, Twi,” Rainbow protested. “You know how fragile those wings are and we're gonna be in heavy weather even in the best of cases.”
Twilight sighed and looked at her mother. She could have said a thousand different things, but none of them were necessary.
“Go on,” Velvet said quietly. “There are lives at stake. We have plenty of time left together.”
The Princess kissed her mother's cheek softly. “I swear, I'll make it up to you, mom.”
“I know, dear. Now go on. Equestria needs her Princess. I'm proud of you.”
Twilight nodded and was off, taking to the skies through an open window with her new wings in a slightly more graceful manner than Derpy had, but only just. Rainbow was about to set off after her, but paused a moment to press a small plastic card into Velvet's hands. “They gave those out at the Academy, but I prefer to do my training outdoors. Maybe you can make yourself a nice day with it. See you later, Twilight's mom!”
With that she was off as well. No doubt she would catch up to her friend quickly, being the more experienced flier of the two.
Velvet now stood alone in the shambles of the kitchen and looked at the item in her hand. It was a 24 hour trial pass to the Ponyville Gym. She sighed. “My daughter rushes off to save the nation and what do I get? Coupons.”
* * *
She didn't even know what she was doing here. Velvet had never been one to hit the gym very frequently. But what else was she supposed to do? Spike was out on a date with Rarity at the end of which he would hopefully muster the courage to confess his feelings to her. There was no point in going to Sugarcube Corner to eat alone and there was really nopony else she knew around.
At least it would kill a few hours and perhaps even get rid of some stress. Once again inspiration had left her and getting up a good sweat always made her feel better one way or the other.
“I didn't plan on coming here today, so I don't have any sports wear,” she said, after signing in with a bored looking receptionist. “Do you happen to have anything for rent?”
“Sure,” he replied in a monotone voice. He sized up Velvet with an uncomfortable stare and reached under his desk. He put a set of gym clothes on the counter and a plastic chip along with it. “That's for the locker. Don't lose it. Use of the showers is included. There's soap and clean towels provided.”
Velvet didn't care much for the stallion's attitude, but thanked him anyway and made her way to the locker rooms. Velvet took off her clothes and slipped into the one-piece leotard she had been given. “Umfh, this wasn't exactly designed with the well-endowed mare in mind, was it?” she grunted, trying to pull it up to where it would actually cover her nipples. Still she felt her shoulders being constrained by the fabric and the thong was riding up her cheeks, leaving very little to the imagination.
She looked at her reflection in the nearby mirror. “Well, maybe I have been overdue for this,” she muttered. Though she was by no means fat and her breasts and ass were still firm as Rarity had so recently assured her, this body could never be mistaken for that of a mare in her twenties. Then again, she still seemed to have her curves in all the right places as her recent encounters had proven.
“Man, I can't believe they put us on reserve,” she heard a masculine voice from nearby. “I mean, we're Wonderbolts, right?”
At first she whirled around to see who was there. It seemed so close, but she was still alone.
“Wonderbolt cadets,” another male voice corrected. As a matter of fact it was coming from next door. Was it the men's changing room?
“So? Rainbow Dash is a cadet, too. She got to go.”
“She's also an Element of Harmony, the only pegasus to ever pull off a Sonic Rainboom and has been the Captain of the weather team for the last four years.”
“Fine,” the first voice snorted. “I'll give you that. But they still selected Flitter and Cloudchaser over us for this mission. But the worst part is that they actually made Fluttershy the acting captain, while RD and the others are out playing hero.”
“Well, she did great during tornado duty last year.”
“Pfft. Dumb luck. If I hadn't been out with the feather flu, we wouldn't even have needed her. Besides, you just want to get into her pants. Admit it.”
“Well,...” the second voice stopped to consider. “Have you seen how her tits bounce, when she takes to the air? It's amazing.”
Velvet rolled her eyes and made her way to the main floor of the gym. She had heard enough of that conversation. There was nopony to be seen at this time of day, so Velvet had free choice of equipment. She immediately dismissed the pressing bench. Even if she had been inclined towards muscle training, she didn't fully trust this leotard to contain her chest load under strain.
With that out, the only thing left was cardio. So she picked up some light dumbbells from the rack and made her way to a step box in front of a large mirror. She began some light exercises to the beat of the music that was being pumped through the speakers of the gym at a moderate volume.
After a few minutes two stallions entered the training area, likely the owners of the two voices she had heard previously. Velvet had a clear view of them through the mirror. One of them was a lean pegasus stallion with a black coat and a blue buzz-cut mane. The other had a white coat that seemed to strain under the effort of having to hold together his rippling muscles and his blonde mane was cut even shorter than that of his friend. At first Velvet had pegged him for an earth pony, but he was in fact a pegasus as well, only his wings seemed impossibly small. How could he even get off the ground with those?
The black one elbowed his friend and began to whisper. “Hellooo, check her out. Haven't seen that hot piece off ass in here before.”
“Dude, keep it down. She can probably hear you.” As a matter of fact she could.
“So what?” Either he wasn't aware of the fact how a mirror worked or he didn't care as he leered openly at her. “Chicks love it when you compliment their curves and she's got them in all the right places.” He made a movement with his hands that traced the shape of an hourglass.
The buffed stallion squinted at her. “I think I've seen her hang around the library before. Hey, I think I recognize her now. That's Twilight Sparkle's mom. You know, the writer.”
The black stallion's eyes went wide and he whistled in surprise. “So that's where she gets it from. Like mother like daughter, I guess. I'd like to flip her pages, if you know what I mean.” He chuckled with a dirty grin on his face.
“Knock it off, Thunderlane. You remember what happened, when you tried to put the moves on Blossomforth in here? I'm not gonna have my privileges suspended for another week on account of your blue balls.”
Thunderlane snorted. “Fine. I get it, Snowflake. Let's pump some irons.”
For the entire exchange Velvet hadn't betrayed the fact that she could hear them, but now a frown crossed her face as they withdrew to a pressing bench with Snowflake lying down and Thunderlane standing ready in support.
I really shouldn't, Velvet told herself. But her shoulders were already aching. There was no way she could spend the entire day training. Playing with those two a little on the other hand would be fun. She just couldn't help herself.
Putting the dumbbells away, she made her way over to the ergometer which was right next to the pressing bench. She walked by them slowly and deliberately, keenly aware that Thunderlane's eyes were on her. Turning her head ever so slightly in his direction, she winked at him and strutted over to the machine.
“Dude, did you see that?” she heard him whisper urgently as she straddled the bicycle-shaped fitness machine. “She was totally checking me out.”
“In your dreams,” Snowflake grunted.
She could feel his eyes on her ass. All that was needed now was another little push. She stood up and began peddling with her rear sticking in the air, so Thunderlane could have a full view of her cheeks that was only obstructed by her seductively waving tail.
When she heard a strange gurgling sound, she looked over her shoulder. Thunderlane was positively salivating, his eyes glued to her behind. The sound however was coming from the white stallion who had the weights on his chest and was struggling to push them up.
“You might wanna help out your buddy there,” Velvet said, “before he suffocates.”
“What?” Thunderlane looked down to see Snowflake shooting daggers out of his red eyes and grunting. “Oh, sorry, pal.” He grabbed the handlebar and pulled the weight up into its holding position. Snowflake let out an explosive breath.
Velvet giggled softly as Thunderlane walked over to her. This was just too easy.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he said in his best attempt at a suave voice while leaning his elbow on the handlebar of her ergometer. “As two of Ponyville's resident Wonderbolts my friend and I thought we ought to welcome the mother of Equestria's latest princess to our favourite gym.”
“Urgh,” she heard Snowflake groan behind her. “Here we go again.”
“That's very kind of you...” She left it hanging.
“Thunderlane,” he supplied helpfully. “And this here is my buddy Snowflake. Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Sparkle.”
“Oh, just Velvet is fine. All my friends call me Velvet.” She practically breathed the last part at him. That brought a silly grin to his face, if Velvet had ever seen one and she had to bite back a laugh. “Tell me, Thunderlane,” she said, thoughtfully putting her index finger on her chin. “I thought all the Wonderbolts were off handling the situation in Cloudsdale.”
That actually sent him for a loop, but the pegasus recovered quickly. “Well, you see. Somepony has to hold down the fort. It might not be as glamorous a job, but obviously only the most trustworthy of pegasi would be left in charge.”
“Of course,” Velvet said with a bright smile. “There's nopony I trust more than Fluttershy to keep us safe in a crisis.”
That one stung and Thunderlane's shoulders immediately slouched a little more while it was now Snowflake's turn to stifle a laugh. Just then a brilliant thought occurred to her. She jumped down from the saddle and made her way over to the buffed stallion.
“And naturally such a strong and handsome stallion such as yourself would never let any harm come to such a delicate creature as myself,” she said while batting her eyelashes at the muscular pony.
Snowflake gulped. “Me? Well, of course not.”
“Go on. Would flex your muscles for me?”
He coughed uncomfortably, knowing full well that Thunderlane was glaring at him, but Velvet pretended not to notice.
He shrugged and struck a pose. Velvet gasped and swooned a little. “May I touch them?”
“Sure,” he replied with a blush, flexing his biceps and holding it in front of him.
She grasped his muscular arm and let out some oohs and aahs. “I bet you could do a hundred push-ups easily.”
“YEEEAAAH!”
“So can I!” Thunderlane spluttered, standing beside his friend.
Velvet giggled. “I see. Well then. Why don't you prove it? If each of you can do a hundred push-ups right now, I would be very … impressed. I might even be persuaded to show off some of my own skills. Of course they lie more in the realm of … flexibility rather than strength.”
The two pegasi looked at each other, then immediately dropped down to the floor, staring each other right in the eye.
“Hold on,” Velvet said, holding up a hand. “Let's make this a fair contest.” She sat down gently on Snowflake's broad shoulders and crossed her legs. He grunted, but didn't buckle under her weight. “Since you have the obvious advantage, you wouldn't mind going with a handicap, right?”
The white stallion snorted. “Of course not.”
The next five minutes were perhaps the highlight of Velvet's day thus far as the sweating stallions began pumping in a regular beat and she loudly counted along. “97 … 98 … 99.”
The two of them were panting heavily as they had pushed their weights up and were taking a brief respite. Velvet was actually impressed by Snowflake's endurance. She had expected him to give up a long time ago. But having come this far she actually wanted to give him the gratification.
So when they both went to the ground for the last push, she leaned down and whispered into his ear. “You can do it, tiger. How about it? You want to see what's underneath this leotard, don't you?”
Snowflake snorted loudly, his whole body rumbling. “YEEEAAAAHHHH!”
With a heave and a push his arms straightened and he rose up. “100!” Velvet shouted, clapping her hands. Her eyes wandered down to Thunderlane. “Your turn now. Remember I said both of you had to go the distance.”
The black stallion pushed as Velvet was feeling especially devious. His arms were halfway straight, when she sent the tip of her tail swaying in front of his nostrils with a flick. Just close enough for the tickle to took full effect. She could see him fight with every ounce of his strength against the rising force within him. But it was to no avail.
“ATCHOOO!” With a heavy sneeze he went down and was out for the count.
“Oh, so close,” Velvet mocked, pushing herself off of Snowflake's back and sending him sprawling to the ground in the process as well. “You were almost there.”
Neither of them could reply. They were both too exhausted to speak.
Velvet stretched her arms over her head while walking away from the pair. “A good workout always makes me so sweaty. I think I'm gonna hit the showers.” Casting one last glance at them, she added: “I may have a consolation prize for you, if you have the guts to follow me. See you later, boys.”
With that she walked off, leaving the two wannabe Wonderbolts behind.
* * *
“Eh?” Velvet's eye had that nervous twitch again, when she stood in front of the showers. “Why are they unisex?”
It was only supposed to be a final twist of the knife, but with a mixed shower there actually was a very real possibility that they would take her up on her offer of a consolation prize.
She considered just skipping the shower and going straight back to the locker room. She could be out of the gym, before they caught their breaths. But no. That would have been too cruel. Not to mention her conscience had already started acting up, when she had pushed poor Snowflake to the ground.
The least she could do to repay them for letting her have her fun was to give them a show. Resigned to her fate, Velvet entered the showers and and slipped out of the damn leotard. It felt so wonderful to finally lose the restricting cloth.
She turned on the water and sighed happily as the stream of warm liquid hit her body. They would probably be a minute, so she might as well get clean. Spreading some shower gel from the dispenser between her palms, she began to rub it into her coat. The light lavender scent was wonderful as it spread around her. Humming a little tune, her hands traced the curves of her body. She frowned slightly, when her fingers hit the spot between her legs. This was neither soap nor water as she was forced to admit to herself that the whole situation back there had made her incredibly horny.
“Well,” she thought. “If they get lucky, they might get more than just a show.”
Ten minutes later, however, Velvet was standing in the showers, still alone and dripping wet in more than one sense. With her arms crossed in front of her, she watched the entrance. Nothing. Enough was enough, she decided and stormed back into the main exercise room.
She spotted the sorry looking pair sitting on the pressing bench, their heads hung low.
“What the buck is wrong with you?” The two stallions looked up in slack-jawed disbelief at the dripping mare who made no move to cover herself up. “Didn't you hear what I said about the shower?”
“B-but we lost,” Thunderlane mumbled.
“So?” Velvet stood there and stared them down, her hands on her hips. “You couldn't cut it, so you just give up? Is that what they teach you at the Wonderbolts Academy? Look at you, sitting there snivelling like two foals who had their lunch money stolen.”
“But,” Thunderlane began and was immediately cut off by a still livid Velvet.
“But nothing!” She jabbed a thumb at the shower room behind her. “Get your sorry butts in there right now!”
“Yes, ma'am!” they both said in unison and made their way past her at the double.
They both stood rigidly next to each other as Velvet paced up and down in front of them with an evil glare in her eye like a drill sergeant. “Obviously Spitfire couldn't make real stallions out of you, so that task falls to me. Now drop 'em!”
“What?” Snowflake asked in confusion.
“Am I mumbling, soldier? Drop your pants! Tackle out! Strip!”
Silently they both obeyed and got rid of their sports wear.
Velvet eyed their lower halves hungrily. Thunderlane was actually pretty well hung. He wasn't quite at Big Mac's level, but that was still an impressive size. Snowflake's tool on the other hand seemed to take after his wings rather than the rest of his body. The diameter on the other hand was impressive. There was something to be said for thickness over length.
Still the state they were currently in was not satisfactory. “Can't you stand properly at attention, when addressed by a superior mare?” she asked, getting right up in Snowflake's face. The giant pony actually managed to shrink down in her now frankly terrifying presence.
“You're not exactly making this easy on us,” Thunderlane said nervously.
The corner of Velvet's mouth twitched up. “We'll see about that.”
She dropped down on her knees, taking each of them in one hand and looked up with a fire in her eyes that burned brighter than Celestia's sun. “Today I'm gonna make real stallions out of you. When I'm done with you, you're gonna chew rocks and spit sand. You're gonna fly circles around the Wonderbolts and you're gonna get every mare within a hundred yards pregnant by just looking at her. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, ma'am!”
“Good, then let's get this show on the road!” Without further ado, she wrapped her lips around Thunderlane's cock and began to bob her head back and forth. Simultaneously her right hand moved smoothly along Snowflake's shaft, lubricated by the remnants of the shower gel on her palm.
Every so often she alternated between the two of them. The shower room was filled with slurping sounds as Velvet continued to give them sloppy head. Both of them finally started to raise their flagpoles. Eventually Snowflake could no longer just stand there and reached down a hand to cup one of her breasts.
Far from being upset, Velvet actually complimented him. “Finally some initiative. Go on then.”
Finally feeling like he was doing something right, he kneaded her mound harder and began pinching her nipple. Velvet moaned at that. Not to be outdone, Thunderlane moved in closer and did the same thing to her other tit. With both their cocks now in easy reach of her eager mouth, Velvet began to go back and forth more frequently, sometimes just giving a quick lick to the tip of one, before going back to the other.
To finish up she took both of them in at the same time, brushing their sensitive heads against the insides of her cheeks. Both stallions shuddered at the sensation.
Velvet pulled her head back and looked up, her face flushed. “Now then. Looks like you're finally ready to charge.” She sat down on the tiled floor and spread her legs wide, giving them a good look at her honey pot by spreading it with her fingers.
Once again it was Snowflake who got the ball rolling. He knelt down and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him across the slippery floor. He lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder and guided his member into her waiting crevice.
“Mhhmmm,” she moaned as he slowly pushed into her and that warm feeling from deep down took hold of her. “That's it, tiger. Show me what you've got.”
Meanwhile Thunderlane had moved around to the other side and knelt down by her head. He brought his stallionhood closer to her face and Velvet knew what he wanted. While Snowflake began to slowly pump in and out of her, she began to lick his balls, at times even sucking on them. She expertly used her tongue to move them around in her mouth and she could tell that he was getting close by the throbbing, when she took his full length into her mouth again. “You about ready there, too, tiger?” she asked.
Snowflake didn't answer, but the way in which he doubled his speed was all the answer she needed. With wet sloshes he pounded her pussy with all his might, going for that final push.
With a final “YEAH!” he pulled out his dick just in time to cum all over Velvet's stomach and seconds later Thunderlane shivered with a grunt as he unloaded his seed into her mouth with three massive spurts.
Once again they were panting heavily, having exerted their strength with a different kind of physical exercise. After swallowing what was in her mouth, Velvet happily lapped up the last drops from the black dick hanging in front of her face while rubbing the semen on her belly into her skin with circular motions of her hand. “Not bad,” she purred. “For a couple of newbies.”
With a wicked grin she grabbed Thunderlane and threw him on his back, quickly getting on top of him and mounting him in a cowgirl position. “But this rodeo ain't over yet. You can't stop attending a superior officer until she's satisfied with your performance.”
She slowly began grinding her hips along Thunderlane's shaft without actually taking him into her. She beckoned Snowflake closer and he obediently came to her. Taking a moment to lick off the last of the cum from his previous ejaculation, she started to give him another round of head.
In no time at all both stallions were good to go again and Velvet looked down at Thunderlane with misty eyes, biting her lower lip. She shifted her weight and positioned her moist marehood over his large cock. “Time to bring her in.” With those words she slowly lowered herself onto him. The stallion threw his head back, drinking up the pleasure.
At an excruciatingly slow pace Velvet could feel her insides being filled to overflowing. “Oh, sweet Celestia, yes. That's the ticket. You're hitting me so deep.” Taken over by the pleasure she began to grind her hips, not even considering where Snowflake had wandered off to.
Then she could feel his large hand press against her back. Their roles now being reversed, she obediently bent forward, which in turn gave Thunderlane a chance to start playing with her breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suck on it.
She could feel the muscular pony spread her ass cheeks and looked back over her shoulder. He had gotten a bottle of lotion and unscrewed the stopper. Now he was deliberately tipping the bottle, so it could flow down while holding open her anus.
Velvet shrieked as the fluid hit her. “Buck, that's cold!”
But no sooner had she said that than Snowflake was pushing his middle finger into her, spreading the lubricant while simultaneously warming her insides. When he decided that there was enough, he looked at her questioningly.
“Go ahead,” she nodded, raising her tail up invitingly. “You're cleared for landing.”
Velvet stopped grinding her hips and mentally prepared herself for the insertion, when she felt Snowflake grab her ass tightly and put the tip of his dick against her anus.
She bit back a painful grunt as he made the first few inches into her and then paused. “Do it,” she pleaded. “I want to feel both of you in me at the same time.”
Snowflake shivered, then steadied himself. With a mighty roar he pushed in the rest of the way all at once. Velvet arched her back and let her tongue hang out of her mouth. It was too much. Having such a thick cock in her ass almost made her black out from the combined pleasure and pain. She could feel both their members rubbing together through the thin membrane between her rectum and her vagina.
Thunderlane and Snowflake began to grind away at such speed that it almost made Velvet pass out again. Years of training together had given each of them a keen insight into how the other moved. So perfectly in sync were their motions that Velvet could feel nothing but the mind-numbing pleasure it brought her.
“Hey, buddy,” Thunderlane grunted. “You still got some upper arm strength left?”
“I suppose,” Snowflake replied.
“Then let's take this baby to heaven and back, before we finish. What do you say?”
“Gotcha.”
At this point Velvet's head was too fogged to understand their words, but she could feel herself being lifted up by powerful arms from behind that held her legs. A gentle pressure from the front steadied her in the air. She was … flying?
Indeed the two pegasi had lifted up from the ground with Velvet in between them and they had even managed to do it without pulling out of her. “Now that's … some impressive feat … of stunt-flying,” Velvet gasped between moans of pure bliss.
“Now for the final maneuver,” Thunderlane grinned. “Let's stuff this turkey.”
“YEEEAAAHHH!!!!”
They synchronized their hip movements to the beating of their wings, their strokes growing harder and deeper than before or indeed anything Velvet had ever felt as a result. A wall of white rushed at her in her mind.
With an ear-piercing scream she came and so did the two Wonderbolts, climaxing for the second time today and unloading large amounts of sperm deep into her ass and pussy.
For the life of her Velvet could not have described how the three of them had made it back to the ground, but judging by the lack of bruises her two flying aces had managed to stick the landing and lower her gently onto the floor.
They all lay on the tiles totally spent and Velvet could feel the sticky white fluid oozing out of her orifices. It was such a fulfilling experience.
“Thank you for flying with the Wonderbolts, ma'am,” Thunderlane said with a weak smile. “We aim to please.”
“Yeah,” Snowflake croaked in a strained voice.
“At ease, Wonderbolts,” Velvet smiled, stroking their limp cocks lovingly. “You passed your final exam. Now go hit the showers.”
They both gave her a look and then after a moment they all began to laugh weakly.
Author's Note
Phew. This has been the longest chapter so far and I'm quite pleased with it. Unfortunately I can't keep pumping these out on a daily basis. So expect a few days gap between updates from now on.
But don't worry. This story will be continued. I got at least two more chapters planned out in my head right now and we'll soon start to see the lasting effects of Velvet's extended stay in Ponyville and some more focus on the main plot.
Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark
Chapter 6: I Put a Spell on You
Chapter 6: I Put a Spell on You
(This chapter contains Futanari and Lactation.)
“This tea is lovely, Fluttershy,” Velvet said, removing the cup from her lips and setting it down on the saucer. “But you really didn't have to make it fresh, you know.”
“Oh, it's no trouble at all. Just common courtesy,” the yellow mare replied, sitting across from her in her cottage. “Besides I had some extra time on my hands today, so I was happy you came to see me.”
The writer raised an eyebrow. “Really? I would have thought you would be up to your eyebrows in work, considering you're acting captain of the weather team on top of your normal job.”
“Oh, not at all. Everypony has been very helpful. Especially Thunderlane and Snowflake have been putting in extra hours to pick up the slack lately. I can't imagine why Rainbow used to complain about their laziness all the time.”
Velvet gave a nervous chuckle. Had she done that? “Yes, well. I've had the pleasure of making their acquaintance the other day at the gym. They seemed very … eager to please.”
“Besides, the duty roster for the month was already set, when I took over and there's plenty of time for 'administrative work' scheduled for the Captain.” When Velvet looked at her questioningly, the animal caretaker giggled. “It's Rainbow's secret code for nap time.”
“I see,” Velvet replied with a grin. Then the corners of her mouth dropped again. “So there's been no word at all?”
Fluttershy shook her head sadly. “I'm afraid not. Last I heard the task force was headed out over the Gulf of Camelu to dissipate the supercell.” Seeing the crestfallen look on the older mare's face, she quickly added: “But I'm sure they're fine. As acting captain the Department of Weather would have surely notified me, if something was amiss.”
Velvet forced a smile onto her face. “I know, that's why I came to see you. It's just, … I'm worried, you know. Twilight hasn't had her wings for very long and now she's out there in heavy weather. I'm her mother. I can't help it.”
Fluttershy walked around the table and sat down next to her on the sofa, placing a kind hand on her shoulder. “I know the feeling. Whenever one of my animals gets lost in the Everfree Forest, I go all to pieces. But Rainbow Dash is with her and she's not gonna let anything happen to Twilight. I'm sure of it. She is the Element of Loyalty, after all.”
Velvet looked up at the young mare with a smile. “Just as you are the Element of Kindness. Thanks for reassuring me.” Out of all of Twilight's friends, Velvet had always known that Fluttershy had probably the most strength inside of her. Sure, there was her outward appearance. But inside beat the heart of a lion, when it came to her friends. Having known Rainbow Dash for so long, each had seemingly rubbed off on the other with their best qualities, making them both stronger for it as a result.
Many had wondered after the Return of Nightmare Moon why these six young mares had been chosen by the Elements. Having gotten to know them more intimately over the past few days, very intimately in Pinkie's and Rarity's case, Velvet could see now that the Element Bearers were far more than the sum of their parts and she was happy her daughter had found such fine friends in them.
That last thought reminded her of the other reason she had decided to pay the pegasus a visit. “Fluttershy,” she began delicately. “You're close with Rarity, aren't you?”
“Sure.”
“The thing is, Spike went on a date with her to finally confess his feelings and ask her out for real. But judging from the way he's been acting since then, I gather that things didn't go too well.” That was the understatement of the century. “Has she said anything to you about it?”
The yellow mare nodded slowly. “Rarity has been acting oddly as well during our spa session yesterday. She didn't even try to talk me into getting the House Special as usual.”
“House Special?” Velvet inquired with a cocked eyebrow.
Flutterhy blushed furiously and hid behind her mane. “I-it's nothing. Forget I said anything. Anyway, I think Rarity was just surprised by the confession is all. She told me it was the first time somepony, well somedragon I guess, but you get what I mean, has actually told her that he loves her. She just didn't know how to respond.”
“Oh, don't be silly. I always figured she would have to beat suitors off with a stick.”
Fluttershy shook her head. “You would think so. But most stallions are far too intimidated by her to actually try something. I mean, think about it. She's beautiful, runs her own successful business and she's an Element of Harmony.”
Velvet mulled that one over in her head. It would explain why she took advantage of the spa's special services so frequently. “But Spike's crush on her has been an open secret for years. Why would she be surprised?”
“Well, that's just it,” Fluttershy said, taking another sip of her tea. “Practically all of us had given up on the notion that he'd ever go for the direct approach. I'm still puzzled as to how he even mustered up the courage.”
The novelist scratched the back of her head. “I may have had something to do with that, actually. I was only trying to help by giving him a little push in the right direction.”
“Oh, don't take me wrong,” Fluttershy interceded quickly. “I think it's marvellous that Spike's finally come out and said it. The way I see it, the ball is in Rarity's court now.”
“I guess so and if it doesn't work out, at least he can start to get over her.”
Suddenly there was a knock at Fluttershy's door. The yellow mare got up and opened the door. A smile crossed her face. “Oh, Snowflake. Come in.”
The buffed stallion took a step inside and froze on the spot as he saw Velvet.
“Hello there, Snowflake. It's nice to see you again,” she said cheerfully. “How have you been?”
He gulped. “Pretty good. Though I think I pulled a muscle during our … workout together.”
“Was there something you wanted?” Fluttershy inquired, blissfully unaware of the full implications of the exchange.
The pegasus stallion cleared his throat, beads of sweat collecting on his forehead. “Yes, ma'am. We're done with cloud busting on the west side of town. Do you have any further orders for the weather team today?”
“That was quick. I didn't think you would be that fast.” She put a finger on her chin, thinking. “There's nothing else for today, so you can tell the team to take the afternoon off.”
“Is there any help you need with your work, Captain?” he asked almost hopefully. “I'd be more than happy to give you a hand with your administrative duties, ma'am.”
Fluttershy fidgeted a bit, but to Velvet it seemed like there was something else beside the obvious guilt about the mislabeled nap time in her demeanor. “Well, it's Friday. So you could help me on my rounds to give out the pay checks, … if you wouldn't mind that is.”
“Not at all, ma'am. Happy to help.”
“Wait just a minute. I'll get the checks and we can go.” Now there was no mistake about it. Velvet distinctly saw the slight flush on the yellow mare's cheeks as she hurried past her.
Remembering the comments he had made in the locker room, Velvet stood up and snuggled up at Snowflake's side. “You like her, don't you?” she whispered in his ear.
“I-I,” he stuttered. “I don't know what you mean.”
Velvet straightened and looked him in the eye. “Remember who you're talking to, cadet! I asked you a question. Do you like her or not?”
“YEAH!” he blurted out and then looked at her sheepishly.
“Don't worry,” Velvet chuckled. “I'm not gonna tell her about our little training session. Now, when she gets back, you leave the talking to me? Understood?”
He nodded dumbly, evidently not sure whether or not he could trust her, but having no other choice in the matter.
“Ready to go?” Fluttershy asked as she came back. “I'm awfully sorry to cut your visit short, Velvet.”
“No matter,” Velvet said understandingly. “Duty calls. But really, you shouldn't overwork yourselves, both of you. It's not good for your health. As a matter of fact, Snowflake here told me that he has some coupons for Sugarcube Corner.”
“I do?” the white stallion said puzzled and then winced as Velvet stepped on his foot. She slid the two coupons out of her purse behind her back and passed them over to Snowflake, unnoticed by Fluttershy. “I mean, I do,” he said, holding them out in front of him.
Velvet nodded. Pinkie had adamantly refused to accept them for Spike's sapphire cupcakes, claiming that her special 'lesson' had more than made up for it, so she had been carrying them around since then. “And I've heard that they've come up with a simply divine new recipe for blackberry cupcakes. The two of you should try it after your rounds are finished.”
“Oh no,” Fluttershy protested. “I couldn't accept that. These are yours, after all, Snowflake.”
After a moment's silence Velvet frowned and jabbed Snowflake sharply between the ribs with her elbow.
“It's no trouble at all, Captain,” he said, his voice an octave higher than usual. “You're the one who has put the most work out of all of us in to cover for Rainbow Dash. It'd be my pleasure to treat you.”
“And it's always more fun and relaxing to eat and have somepony to talk to,” Velvet supplied helpfully. “I'd have half a mind to join you, if I hadn't made plans for the afternoon already.”
Fluttershy bit her lower lip. “Well, okay then. I'd be happy to accompany you to Sugarcube Corner later, Snowflake, if you wouldn't mind.”
His face lit up like a Hearths Warming Eve tree. “Of course not.”
Mission accomplished, Velvet thought. The three made their way out of Fluttershy's cottage and to the crossroads in front of it. They had already said their goodbyes, when the yellow pegasus turned around and came up to Velvet one more time. “If you're still worried about Twilight, you might try Zecora's.”
“The zebra who lives in the Everfree?” she asked.
Fluttershy nodded. “It might be a long shot, but she's very wise and she's got ways of knowing things the rest of us don't. I just thought I'd mention it.”
Velvet gave her a smile. “Thank you, dear.” Then she leaned in closer to her young friend and began to whisper. “You have fun on your date now.”
Fluttershy's ears turned a bright crimson, but she smiled nonetheless. Nodding, she hurried back to Snowflake's side. They were so cute together, the way they walked off so close their shoulders were almost touching. Snowflake looked over his back for a moment and gave Velvet a nod of appreciation.
She returned the gesture with a wink and then turned around. “The Everfree Forest, huh?” she muttered, looking at the looming darkness of thick trees that was before her. “It's worth a try.”
* * *
Velvet was deep in thought as she walked along the dim path through the Everfree Forest. Despite the sun being out, there seemed to be a constant gloom hanging about this place that was untapped by pony civilization. She was aware of the dangers, but as far as she knew things were fine as long as she remained on the path and returned before dark.
But her thoughts were not really on the dangers of the forest. She wasn't so much frightened as introspective. The serenity of the woods gave her a chance to reflect on the events of the last couple of days.
She had never felt as happy and at peace as she had here. There was never a quiet moment in Canterlot. The people she would meet in the street would hardly give her a glance. The rural nature of this place was quite different. Every pony in Ponyville was always willing to greet others with a smile and a nod. She had enjoyed getting to know the ponies here, some rather intimately.
It was exactly that which was nagging at her now. On more than one occasion she had come frighteningly close to being caught in a compromising position. Sure, there were no high society reporters lurking behind every corner like in the big city. But one slip-up could have caused a very different wheel to turn, the small town gossip mill.
“What the hay am I doing?” she asked out loud. “I came here to spend some time with Twilight and get inspiration for my book. How do I even manage to keep getting myself into these situations?”
It wasn't so much her own reputation that concerned her but her daughter's. She was used to the fact that not everyone appreciated her writing and more often than not that dislike extended to her own person. Night Light had already dealt a major blow to Twilight's public image with his stupidity.
“Night Light,” she sighed. She was still mad at him and rightly so. Still, she had used his actions to justify her own way of chasing inspiration in the recent days. But was she really any different, jeopardizing Twilight's happiness to get some material for her stupid book?
She realized that discovery had so far only been avoided by sheer, dumb luck. There was no guarantee that nopony would walk in on her the next time she played the poney pokey with whoever happened to get her creativity going.
“Next time?” Velvet asked, her eyes going wide. It was the implication that she had already decided there was going to be a next time that horrified her. She buried her head in her hands and groaned. “Oh Celestia, what am I doing? I'm sorry, Twilight.” Twilight. She reminded herself why she had entered the forest in the first place.
Velvet clenched her fist and made a decision. “I've got to tell her. … But what if she starts hating me?” The novelist shook her head. “It doesn't matter. She needs to know.” That way at least she would have a chance to prepare for the fallout and distance herself from it, if word ever got out. Celestia would help her. She wouldn't punish Twilight for her mother's mistakes. She nodded in determination and resolved to tell Twilight everything as soon as she got back.
Having reached that decision made her feel better and she lifted her chin. “Oh dear.” Looking around now, she realized that she had been so deep in thought that she had lost the trail. She tried retracing her steps, but one patch of trees looked much the same as the last one. “Brilliant, Velvet,” she reprimanded herself, lightly hitting her forehead with her fist. “Sometimes I do wonder where Twilight got her smarts from. Certainly wasn't from me.”
Her ears perked up at a rustling sound. Was something there? The feeling of hungry eyes watching her crept up her spine like an icy chill. “Is somepony there?” she asked and was greeted by a howl from a distance.
Timber wolves, she thought in a state of panic, taking a step back. So far she hadn't given herself away. Maybe they hadn't noticed her yet. Maybe if she remained very quiet. Then she spotted two glowing green eyes behind a bush. “Twilight was right. Life is that ironic in Ponyville.”
Velvet steeled herself, taking a deep breath and stood perfectly still for a moment. Having decided on a direction, she made a dash for it. When confronted by a pack of timber wolves there was generally not much deliberation going into the fight or flight instinct. One just ran. Unfortunately the vegetation only seemed to grow denser around her and low hanging branches and bushes with sharp thorns tore at her dress.
But the sounds of snarling and snapping at her heels made her double her pace nonetheless. She could hear them getting closer. Then her hoof struck air and she took a tumble forwards, yelling out in surprise as she rolled down an unseen grassy knoll.
“Oww.” She rubbed her backside while pushing herself to her knees. Nothing seemed broken, but looking up she froze. Right in front of her were three of the beasts. Their wooden bodies taut, poised for the attack, their large canines dripping with saliva. “Is this how it ends for Twilight Velvet? Getting eaten by some critters in the Everfree, never to be found again? I'm sorry, Twilight.”
She saw how the lead wolf prepared to jump her and Velvet closed her eyes, preparing for the inevitable. However instead of the sound of her own tearing flesh, a yelp of pain from the wolf reached her ears. Opening her eyes again, she saw the creature shaking its head and being halfway engulfed in some kind of green smoke.
“Begone you brutes, from this part of the woods,” a deep yet feminine voice commanded from behind Velvet. She looked up the knoll and saw a pony-like figure outlined against the sun. The figure came down the slope with slow and deliberate steps, showing no sign of fear or alarm.
Once she had reached the bottom and stood beside Velvet, she could see that it was in fact a zebra. The black and white stripes were clearly visible, for she was wearing a brown leather brassiere and loincloth and little else. But Velvet could care less about her saviour's fashion sense at this moment. She was just happy to see her.
The lead wolf had recovered by now and the pack stood ready to attack again. The zebra frowned and reached into the leather pouch at her side for a hand full of green powder. “Do not make me cross, or I'll turn you into moss.” With a flick of her wrist, she threw the substance at the pack and they were immediately engulfed by another smoke cloud.
Whatever was in there seemed to upset their sense of smell and before long the yelps and snarls turned into scared whining and most of the wolves started to back away. The alpha gave them one last look of defiance, one which the zebra returned with unruffled calm, before retreating back into the forest as well.
Velvet let out an explosive breath, realizing only now that she had been holding it in for the last minute or so. “Thank you. You saved my life.”
The zebra looked down at her and gave her a confident smile, offering her a hand in support. “It's quite okay, the beasts in this forest are my forté. But pray tell my dear, what brings you all the way out here?”
“I came to see you, actually,” Velvet replied, taking the offered hand and pulling herself up. “You are Zecora, are you not?”
“That I am my dear, no other zebra lives here. I do so love visitors, but let's continue this discussion indoors.” She beckoned Velvet to follow her with a nod of her head and began to lead the way through the forest.
* * *
Velvet was sitting in Zecora's hut, enjoying some herbal tea the zebra had prepared for them to calm her nerves. She was looking around with interest at all the foreign objects. Heaps of ingredients were stacked neatly on the shelves and carved wooden masks adorned the walls. In the centre of the room stood a large kettle, yet not a single of these items came even close to the exotic beauty of the hut's sole inhabitant. Even her strange way of speaking had an attractive quality to it.
“So you wish to know, about your daughter's present woe,” the zebra said.
Velvet nodded. “I just need to know she's alright. I'm probably just making myself crazy, but I have this nagging feeling that something is wrong.”
“It is a mother's love that drives you, yet I sense another thing at stake, too.”
This zebra was perceptive, she had to give her that. “Yes, Twilight and I need to have a serious talk, when she gets back. I'd just like to get it over with.” She paused and then sighed. “We always try to protect our children from the world, but sometimes they need to be protected from us. I've done a very foolish thing.”
Zecora shook her head. “Do not fret, you'll see her yet. The bond between child and mother is not so easy to sever.”
“You talk like somepony who has experience in raising children. Do you have any of your own?” Velvet asked.
“One. A stallion grown, he's back in Zebraca at home.”
Velvet tilted her head. If she had a grown son, she must have been at least as old as her. She definitely didn't look it. “You must miss him very much.”
“Sometimes it is a wound that does smart, but I always carry him with me in my heart,” she said with a slight tinge of sadness in her voice.
“I'm sure he's thinking about you, too. I just want to know if Twilight is safe. Is there any way you can help me find out? I'm told that you're quite well versed in the mystical arts.”
“I can indeed help you with your need.” Zecora stood up and began to gather some ingredients from her shelves. “It is an easy trick. But to make this brew, I'm going to need some help from you.”
“Of course,” Velvet agreed immediately, standing up and standing by the large cauldron. “What do you need me to do?”
The zebra took a bowl and came over to her. “For now just this, a sloppy kiss.”
“A sloppy ki...?” Velvet couldn't finish the sentence as her lips were sealed by Zecora's. She tried to pull away in surprise, but the zebra held her head in place with one hand and kept up the pressure.
After a moment, Velvet gave in and closed her eyes. She could feel the other mare's hot tongue move around in her mouth, caressing the insides of her cheeks, exploring her gums and even licking the back of her teeth.
The hot kiss broke momentarily to allow them both to catch their breath, then it was Velvet who leaned in again, this time being more actively. Their tongues intertwined like two dancing snakes. Zecora's lips were pleasantly warm and had the softest texture of any she had felt in a long time.
“There,” the zebra said, finally breaking off the kiss. A string of saliva hung between them and Zecora let it gingerly fall into the bowl. “Now we may begin to bring the ingredients in.” She made her way over to her workbench and poured in some liquids and several kinds of colourful flower petals. Then she took a pestle and began to grind the mixture into a paste.
“Couldn't I have just simply spit into the bowl?” Velvet asked, still a little flushed and tracing her lips with her fingers.
“It certainly could have been done,” Zecora replied with a wink, pouring some water onto the paste to liquify it. “But it would not have been as much fun. Two more things I need to proceed, your twofold seed. To see how Twilight is doing on her trip, you will need to strip.”
Velvet blinked. Hadn't she just decided not to do this anymore? Then again, this was for Twilight and everypony had assured her that Zecora always knew what she was doing. There was something trustworthy about her. Sighing in defeat, she began to undo the buttons on her blouse and shrugged out of it. The zipper on her skirt was next and after it had fallen to the ground, she stood in Zecora's hut in her white lace underwear.
“Good,” the zebra said, looking over Velvet's body approvingly and then passed the bowl over to her. “Now drink this and prepare for a hiss.”
Velvet looked at the swirling purple liquid apprehensively. This was for Twilight, she told herself again and drank it down in one go. “Ugh,” she shuddered at the bitterness, then she sharply doubled over as a sudden pain coursed through her chest. “What's going on?”
Suddenly her nipples felt like they were on fire. They felt incredibly sensitive all of a sudden. Even the fact they were brushing against the fabric of her bra gave her goosebumps all over. Why did it feel so tight all of a sudden? She hadn't felt like that since … since Twilight's birth, she realized with a start.
“Eep,” she shrieked as the fabric tore unexpectedly between her breasts. “Another set of underwear ruined,” she sobbed quietly while Zecora gently removed the ripped bra from her shoulders. It seemed surreal, when Velvet looked down. Her tits were huge. She had always had a large rack, but now they seemed swollen beyond belief. But at least she could breathe freely again.
“The potion has taken effect hence, now the milking can commence,” the zebra announced and slowly began to rub Velvet's breasts. She stifled a moan. It seemed as if it hadn't just been her nipples that had become incredibly sensitive, but the package as a whole. Soon she began to squeeze as well, rolling Velvet's nipples around with her fingers.
Then she leaned forward and began to suckle on her tits with wet slurps. Velvet could feel the tightness in her chest grow even more. Her nipples were on fire. When Zecora removed her mouth, she smacked her lips. “Delicious nectar swells, if only I could keep some for myself.”
Velvet realized with a start that a thin white line was flowing down her right breast. She was lactating! Before she could inquire any further about what was happening, the zebra had already gotten started on her other breast. Applying pressure alternately with her lips and tongue while sucking strongly, she soon got that side flowing as well.
Zecora removed her own brassiere and went around to Velvet's back. Feeling the zebra's mounds press down on her from behind made Velvet shudder in delight. They were so soft, unlike her own which were feeling like two large rocks from all the pent up milk right now. Zecora reached around her and grabbed her breasts hard. Feeling the pressure, Velvet bent forward, resting her hands on the rim of the cauldron.
Once again the exotic mare began her relentless kneading. Velvet bit her lip to keep her groans down. Milk was now starting to flow freely and every time Zecora expertly squeezed the area around her nipples, a clear stream of white liquid shot forth from her tits and into the clear water of the cauldron.
Finally releasing all this pressure bit by bit gave Velvet a jolt of pleasure every time. She knew that she must have looked like a common milk cow being squeezed dry in the morning, yet she could feel a moist spot forming in her panties.
Zecora began to increase the frequency to get the last few drops. “Please,” Velvet pleaded with tears in her eyes. “If you keep this up, I'm gonna … “ But the zebra only doubled her efforts and Velvet pressed her thighs together. “Cumming!”
With flawless efficiency Zecora dropped to her knees and pulled Velvet's panties down. She kissed the mare's moist pussy and lapped up her flowing juices. Velvet could only stand there and hang on to the cauldron in order not to fall down.
As if all was right with the world, Zecora walked over to her cabinet and pulled out a phial with a blue potion in it. She removed the stopper and opened her mouth over it, letting the mix of her own saliva and Velvet's love juices flow down into it. Then she stirred the contents with a piece of straw and returned to the cauldron, emptying half into it and handing the rest over to Velvet. “Drink this please, and you'll soon get your sweet release.”
“What's this gonna do?” she asked.
“We have the contents from the mother's loins, yet in order for this tracking spell to work, we also need a drop of father's groins. Your husband is not here to take to bed, so you must take his place instead.”
Velvet hadn't understood a word of that, but having come this far she might as well continue, she reasoned. She gulped the mixture down again. This one was rather salty, which was no surprise considering some of the contents. This time it wasn't her breasts but her marehood that began to burn with an uncomfortable heat. It felt as if all the blood was rushing out of her head and was collecting between her thighs.
The mare's eyes went wide with shock. “What the buck is this?” she screamed. Her clitoris had begun to enlarge and grow outward. Before her very eyes a huge cock had grown between her legs.
“It is a temporary fix, to get the final ingredient for our mix,” Zecora explained. “You'll be back to normal soon, but for now I must make you swoon.” With that she dropped to her knees and lightly touched the tip of Velvet's brand new stallionhood.
The novelist jumped at the new sensation. She shuddered as the potion maker began to move her soft hands along the shaft. “I-is that what it feels like for stallions?” she asked in amazement.
“You have been given the rare chance to see the other side, so stand back, relax and abide.” Feeling the zebra's breath on her exposed member made Velvet shudder all over again. “Ahhhnnn,” she groaned as soft lips and a hot tongue enveloped her. She had done this act often enough herself to recognize skill. Yet being on the receiving end now, she realized why stallions liked it so much.
Zecora was sucking as hard, if not harder than she had on her breasts before, moving her tongue around in a circling motion. Not having any balls to fondle, she pushed one finger into Velvet's pussy and gingerly moved it up and down, allowing the mare to simultaneously experience both ends of the spectrum.
Velvet's curiosity was firing on all cylinders now. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, after all. “Zecora,” she said haltingly. “Would you mind if I … go all the way?”
Popping the dick out of her mouth, she responded: “At this request I will not scoff, it is pertinent we get you off.” She removed her loincloth and turned around. Now she was the one bending over the cauldron and pushing her ass out in Velvet's direction, moving her tail out of the way with her hand to give her a good look.
The writer gulped and drew closer, prodding the zebra's moist marehood with her temporary member. “You seemed so clinical about all this. But I guess even you got a little aroused.”
“I must admit it has been some time, since something filled up this aching emptiness of mine. Now cease your needless talk, screw me till I cannot walk.”
With that said all dams broke for Velvet. Her blood rushing, she pushed up Zecora's yearning crevice with her throbbing cock. The zebra cried out in passion as Velvet began to pump her without a coherent thought in her mind. The texture of her slippery insides against her shaft felt amazing.
Velvet hadn't even thought it possible for her throat to produce the deep grunts that were escaping it now. Trying to get a better angle for her thrusts, she lifted one of Zecora's legs up in the air and pushed as far as she could into the other mare.
“Ahhnn, you're hitting in my deepest spot, my insides grow so hot!” The potion maker was swaying her hips wildly now. Velvet still remembered the feeling of going unattended for so many years, so she did her best to give something back to Zecora in return for her services.
Velvet bit her lip, hoping to prolong the inevitable climax she could feel rising from deep within her. She could feel the inside walls of Zecora's vagina contracting and starting to push her over the edge through the pressure.
The zebra's tongue was hanging out now. Seeing her so far gone in the pleasure only heightened her visual allure coupled with her exotic beauty. “Oh, buck yes! Come on, do it harder! I'm almost there.”
Momentarily startled, but not letting up with her hip thrusts, Velvet began to chuckle. “So you can speak without rhyming, after all.” Instead of the long, penetrating strokes from before she now changed to short, quick bursts for the final stretch.
“Here I gooooo,” Zecora screamed as her vaginal canal clamped down on Velvet's shaft and thus giving her the final push as well.
Velvet pulled out, the first burst of semen splattering against Zecora's pussy. Keeping her wits about her even in the thralls of ecstasy, the zebra grabbed Velvet's cock and aimed it down toward the pot. The rest of the sticky fluid hit the surface of the brew as Velvet continued to cum violently for at least another half minute.
For a while the two mares simply remained in their respective places, catching their breaths and basking in the afterglow. Finally Zecora climbed down from the rim and, having seemingly returned to business as usual, began to make a fire under the cauldron.
By the time Velvet had snapped out of her reverie, the brew was already starting to bubble. She looked down at herself and noticed that her cock was already gone, having retreated back into her body. She quietly began to get dressed again.
Of course she would have to go without a bra for the rest of the day. Frowning she noticed the tension in the fabric as she did up the top button of her blouse. Evidently her bust hadn't returned completely to its former size yet. She hoped it wouldn't be permanent as the way in which her nipples poked through the fabric was quite noticeable and it would mean having to buy a whole new selection of bras.
“It is done my dear, now kindly step over here,” Zecora, who had also donned what little she wore again, beckoned. “With the essence of your being, the spell will now seek out what your daughter is seeing. Look deep into the brew, and behold what is true.”
Nervously Velvet peered into the swirling liquid. Soon her own reflection began to change and a picture of Princess Cadence emerged. Princess Cadence? And to top it off, she was naked and moaning. “Oh, Shining Armor. Impale me with your mighty lance!” she cried.
Velvet blushed furiously as Zecora gave the cauldron a bang with the wooden ladle she had used to stir the potion. “Sorry,” she apologized, once again abandoning her usual rhyming in favour of being clear. “Must have honed in on the wrong child. It happens. The Everfree gets such bad reception at times.”
“Well, that's alright,” Velvet said with a nervous chuckle. “It's nice to know my son is doing well in the Crystal Empire.”
Once again the picture changed and now there was the sight of the inside of a massive storm. The clouds were pitch-black and hail was buffeting all around. But where was Twilight? Then two purple arms came into sight. Was this Twilight's point of view? Was she flying inside this monstrous storm right now?
A deafening crack of lightning filled the magical picture. At this point it would seem that Twilight had looked over to her right. Velvet could see Rainbow Dash flying next to her. The blue pegasus was shouting something over the noise of the wind and the hail, but Velvet couldn't make out the words.
Then there was another crash of lightning and the world inside the cauldron began to spin. “NOOOOOOO!” Velvet cried as she saw her daughter fall out of the sky and plummet towards the ocean surface. Just before she hit the water, the picture cut out.
Author's Note
Oh my god, the rhyming! I've gained an entirely new level of respect for Amy Keating Rogers and every other show writer who had to work on dialogue for Zecora.
We're now well past the halfway point for this series, so things will take a slightly more serious turn from here on out.
Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark
Chapter 7: With a little Help from my Aunt
Chapter 7: With a little Help from my Aunt
Velvet hadn't slept a wink last night. Zecora had done her best to calm the frantic mare down, after she had witnessed her daughter's apparent demise in a storm. The zebra had assured her that Twilight wasn't necessarily dead. Perhaps the breaking of the tracking spell had only meant that she had blacked out on impact.
Even so her daughter had crashed into the sea. At the very least she would be hurt. The only hope Velvet could hang onto at this point was that Rainbow Dash had been with her. Surely she would have gone straight after her and fished her out. That was, if she hadn't been brought down by the storm herself.
“Auntie?” Spike said, laying a gentle claw on her shoulder. “You really should get some sleep.”
She looked up at him with puffy eyes from the sofa she was sitting on. “Look who's talking.”
The dragon frowned, his bloodshot eyes bearing witness to his own restless night. He didn't have an answer. There was a knock at the door of the Golden Oaks Library. Taking another look at Velvet, Spike said: “I'll get it.”
Velvet buried her face in her hands again. What was she going to do? There was no way to get any information until the task force returned. But they would probably return to Cloudsdale, not Ponyville. “Oh, for the love of Celestia …” Velvet's eyes went wide. Of course! Celestia. How could she have been so stupid? “Spike!” she called. “I need you to send a letter to Princess Celestia.”
“Don't waste the parchment, auntie,” he said with some awe in his voice as he came back to the living area. “You can tell her yourself.”
“What?” Sure enough, the Princess of the Sun entered right behind him, clad in a flowing white gown and flanked by two royal guards. Her incandescent, multi-coloured mane flowing behind her seemed to be sparkling less than usual, mirroring her sorrow. Velvet immediately went up to her. “Your highness,” she said breathlessly. “Where's Twilight? Where's my little girl?”
Celestia bowed her head, steeling herself to deliver the bad news. “I'm sorry, Mrs. Sparkle. She's missing at the moment. We don't know where she is or whether she's okay.”
Velvet took a shocked step back. The Princess hadn't even tried to soften the blow. The novelist spotted Rainbow Dash, standing a few feet back. There were dark lines under her eyes and one of her wings was bandaged. Her messy mane was even more frazzled than normal. “Rainbow Dash,” Velvet said forcefully, grabbing the blue pegasus by the shoulders. “You were with her. You were supposed to keep her safe. What happened?”
Rainbow looked at Twilight's mother, tears welling up in her eyes. “I …,” she began with a lump in her throat. “She fell. I tried to go after her. But I couldn't find her. … I … I'm so sorry.”
“You can't blame her,” a familiar voice said from behind Rainbow. “She's been leading the search parties to the point of physical exhaustion.”
Velvet looked at the owner of the voice and narrowed her eyes. “What the buck are you doing here?”
“She's my daughter, too, you know,” Night Light said uncomfortably, shrinking under his wife's gaze.
She stormed past Rainbow Dash and grabbed him by his collar, not caring one bit about wrinkling his expensive looking suit. “Then why aren't you out there, tearing Equestria apart looking for her?” she growled.
Velvet could feel a soothing hand being placed on her shoulder. “Please, Mrs. Sparkle,” Princess Celestia said in a voice that carried with it the calm and experience of millennia. “We are all worried about Twilight. But I can assure you that she is alive. The death of an alicorn would have not gone unnoticed by Princess Luna or myself. Search teams are still operating and my sister is back in Canterlot, attempting to find her location through dreamwalking. Maybe she got swept up by the ocean current and ended up on the coast of Saddle Arabia.”
“What if she's hurt?”
“If I learned anything about your daughter during the time she was my student, it's that you can never underestimate Twilight Sparkle. She'll find her way back to us somehow, if we don't find her first. But for the moment we have more important matters to discuss.”
Velvet whirled around, giving the Princess a glare. From the way she cringed back, nopony had given her a glare like that in a thousand years or so. “What could be more important than finding Twilight?”
“A bucking Changeling invasion, that's what,” a coarse voice said. It came from an orange pegasus stallion in a gilded breastplate. Velvet recognised him by his eye patch and cutie mark of an axe that was painted on his armour.
“You remember General Battle Axe,” Celestia said, having collected herself. “That's why we came to get them.” Velvet followed the Princess' outstretched hand and only now realized that all the Element Bearers were present.
“Bloody greenhorns,” the general spat. “First good fight in centuries and our best hope is the kindergarten division. I've been telling you for years we need a bigger military, your highness. Took that pansy to speak out for it, before you would even consider it.” He jabbed a thumb at Night Light.
Celestia gave him a stern look. “Getting into recriminations won't help us defeat them, General. Kindly set up for the briefing, will you?” After he had saluted, she turned back to Velvet. “You wouldn't mind, if we took this place for our temporary headquarters, do you?” She knew it wasn't really a question.
“This is my daughter's home,” she said with a clenched jaw. “And Twilight would never say no to you, Princess. I'll go make some tea.”
* * *
The situation report alone took the better part of the morning. A massive Changeling army had crossed the western border into Equestria proper and moved south from there towards Las Pegasos, raiding farmsteads and small villages as they went. Celestia had marshalled the royal guard and Canterlot militia and marched them down to Ponyville. Contingents from Trottingham and Manehatten were due to arrive tomorrow. Together they would form the backbone of the Equestrian army and outnumber Queen Chrysalis' army by 2 to 1, if the reports from the west were accurate.
After lunch the group reconvened to discuss the situation in more detail. Fluttershy didn't have much to add to the proceedings, so she occupied herself with consoling Rainbow Dash, who was quietly sitting in a corner and examining the floor.
“I shouldn't have snapped at her,” Velvet told herself quietly. “I'm sure she tried everything she could to find Twilight.” She would have to take the cyan mare aside and apologize later.
Rarity filled much the same role as Fluttershy, only giving a shoulder to lean on to Velvet rather than Rainbow. Applejack restricted herself to bringing up matters of support and feeding the army, coming up with several sensible ways to organize supply chains and even to smuggle food into Las Pegasos, should the city fall under siege.
But the most surprising of all was Pinkie Pie. The normally happy-go-lucky mare hadn't made a single joke that day and her mane was once again combed straight as she glumly poured over the map on the table and the reports. “It's a trap,” she finally declared.
“Oh, is it?” General Battle Axe sneered. “Do go on, enlighten us with your strategic genius.”
Pinkie pointed at the symbols of several farms that had been crossed out with red ink on the map. “They've been hitting the outlying areas, but they haven't come in sight of the city itself, right? What were our casualties?”
The general shrugged. “None, actually. When they saw the horde approaching, the residents fled to the city rather than stand and fight to protect their country.”
Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Well, so would I, if I stood alone against the Changeling nation armed with nothing than a frying pan and a dull cupcake. But that's exactly my point. You don't go farm raiding with your entire army. You send out smaller foraging parties. It's the same as Tartarus Valley.”
“I beg you pardon?”
“Mare's Head Valley in today's terms, General,” Celestia informed him. “But that's what it was called a thousand years ago and with good reason. It was the site of my greatest shame.”
Pinkie nodded. “And your sister's most decisive victory. During the early years of the Lunar Rebellion, the Nightmare forces had far fewer numbers than the loyalists, so they devised a scheme. They kept raiding the area around the valley, stirring up as much trouble as they could, and when the Equestrian army came in to deal with them, they retreated into the valley. With numbers on their side the loyalists proceeded into the forested area, only for the Nightmare forces to cut them down bit by bit with hit and run attacks. They would appear out of the shadows, pick off a couple of soldiers and then melt back into the dense vegetation.”
All eyes were on the pink mare. Her friends were regarding her with a peculiar mixture of awe and disbelief. “What? I've always been interested in the Lunar Rebellion.”
“I was inexperienced back then,” Celestia admitted grimly. “More than half of the Equestrian armed forces fell in that valley over the course of three days. It was the closest Nightmare Moon ever came to winning the war, before I resorted to the Elements and sealed her away. You think that's what they're planning?”
“They might not have the exact same thing planned,” the pink pony replied. “But they're moving up and down the countryside with apparently no other goal than to make as much noise as possible. They want us to come to them, so they can fight us on ground of their own choosing.”
The General nodded, giving Pinkie an appreciative glance, though he didn't say anything to her. “She's right, your highness. It is a trap. But we can't let them continue roaming free in the countryside. We have no other choice.”
“You're quite right,” Celestia agreed. “We're going to have to spring their trap, for better or worse. I'm not going to have my subjects terrorized by them any longer. But with any luck we won't need to fight them head on.” She stood up and beckoned Twilight's friends to do the same. “I'm taking you five along. The Elements of Harmony could make all the difference in bringing this conflict to a speedy conclusion. As of right now I'm field-promoting each and every one of you to the rank of a Captain in the Equestrian Armed Forces.”
Fluttershy looked like she was about to faint. Rarity seemed torn between determination and something else. Rainbow Dash didn't give much of a reaction at all, still pondering what else she could have done to save Twilight. Applejack simply nodded and Pinkie saluted smartly.
“You can't be serious,” Velvet protested, speaking up for the first time since the meeting began. “They're children! You can't take them into battle. The Elements won't even work without Twilight.”
“They've achieved greater feats in their time,” Celestia maintained. There was no arguing with that. They had saved Equestria on at least three separate occasions. “Even if Princess Twilight doesn't make it in time, they'll still be invaluable to us.”
Spike had gotten up and marched to the side of his five friends. “Well, if they're going, so am I!” he declared.
The Princess shook her head. “I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Spike. I need you here. Night Light will also stay and coordinate the search for Twilight from here. I need you and your dragon magic to keep me appraised of what is happening.”
“But I …”
“This matter is not up for discussion, Spike,” Celestia said sternly. It was unusual for her to give a command that plainly and only further helped to emphasize the seriousness of the situation.
The young dragon bit his lower lip, glancing over towards Rarity. “Yes, your highness,” he grated between clenched teeth.
Celestia took a deep breath, preparing to speak the words she had hoped to never speak again after the banishment of Nightmare Moon. “Gather what you need, my little ponies. Tomorrow at dawn we march to war.”
* * *
Velvet was tossing and turning in her bed that night. In the morning five young mares, whom she had come to consider her friends, would go to war with no guarantee that they'd come back. Worst of all her daughter was still missing.
“Princess Twilight has gone missing at a most inopportune time,” she had heard Princess Celestia say to General Battle Axe.
“Inopportune my flank,” Velvet mumbled angrily into her pillow. “That's my daughter you're talking about, not a magic artillery gun.”
Velvet turned again, knowing full well that the change in position wouldn't help her get to sleep. Knock. Knock. Great, now she was getting a headache, too. Knock. Knock. Wait a minute, she thought as her ears perked up. That wasn't a headache. Somepony was knocking on her window!
She threw a bathrobe over her night gown and went to see who it was. “Darling, are you awake?” a familiar voice whispered behind the glass.
“Rarity?” Velvet asked as she opened the window. It was indeed the white unicorn mare who stood outside her room on the ground floor.
“So sorry to disturb your rest, Velvet. I need to talk to Spike, but his room is on the second floor. Could you let me in?”
Velvet's eyebrow shot up. She had an idea what this was about. “You can't go through the front door. Night Light, Battle Axe and the guards are sleeping in the living room. They'd see you. Climb in through the window.”
“Thanks, darling,” Rarity said as she hoisted herself over the windowsill. “There's something I simply must tell him. But I'm not so sure Princess Celestia would think it a good idea.”
Velvet pressed a finger on her lips. “I understand. Just be quiet. Celestia is sleeping in Twilight's room.”
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Velvet, can we talk?”
She drew in her breath sharply. “It's Night Light. Hide!”
“I beg your pardon,” Rarity whispered.
“If he sees you here, he'll send you away and you're not gonna have the chance to talk to Spike, before you leave. Into the bed.”
Having little choice, the fashionista climbed into Velvet's bed and the latter threw the covers over her. Sitting down on the edge of the bed to hide the lump behind her, she cleared her throat. “Come in,” she called.
The dark blue unicorn stallion entered the room and pulled the door closed behind him. “We ought to talk.”
“About what?” Velvet said coldly, half because of what he had done and half because she wanted him gone.
He rubbed his hands together nervously. “Look, I know what I did in Canterlot was wrong, but that doesn't matter now. I want us to put the matter aside for now.”
“There is no us, Night Light,” she pointed out. “Not anymore.”
That seemed to sting and he nodded slowly. “Perhaps not, but Twilight needs both of us to be strong right now. We need to do what we can in the current crisis and since I'm staying here, I think we should work together. We can't just ignore each other. So let's try to be at least civil.” He gave her that look she knew so well. The one that said he still cared to some degree. “If not for me, do it for Twilight.”
Her emotions were fighting their own war inside Velvet's gut. Part of her wanted to smack him, the other part of her wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry on his shoulder. Eventually she nodded slowly. “For Twilight.”
A relieved smile crossed Night Light's face. He walked over to her and bent down to give her a small kiss on the cheek, but Velvet turned away. “Don't,” she said.
With a look of disappointment he drew back. “I understand. But when all this is over, I want to have a long talk with you. I want you back, I realize that now. I still love you.”
Velvet didn't trust herself to speak and after not getting an answer he quietly said good night and left the room. There was silence for a minute.
“Why didn't you answer him?” Rarity asked, when she threw back the covers.
“You're one to talk. Besides, this isn't the time for this sort of thing.”
Rarity grimaced. “I shouldn't have waited with my reply. Who knows what's going to happen after tomorrow? And now all I have may be tonight.”
Velvet insisted that they wait a few minutes to make sure Night Light had gone back to sleep. To pass the time she asked a question that had been nagging at her. “Rarity, what exactly happened on your date with Spike?”
The dressmaker looked down. “I kind of panicked. It was all so romantic, the restaurant, the music, the flowers. I should have seen it coming. But I didn't. I completely blanked out, couldn't even say anything. So I simply stood up and … left.”
“Well, you might as well have hit him over the head with a frying pan, the way he acted afterwards.”
“Owww,” she wailed. “Don't you think I know that? I was awful. What if he hates me know?”
Velvet shook her head and patted the mare's hands. “Don't be silly. Spike loves you. I was just worried that you had turned him down on account of his age or the fact that he's a dragon.”
“Never! No pony can compare to the qualities of my Spikey-Wikey. His age and species have nothing to do with it. Granted, there will be difficulties, but I'm willing to give it a shot.”
There was a sudden noise at the door and Velvet signaled Rarity to be quiet, moving over to the door and opening it quietly. There stood a sheepish looking dragon with a flush on his face. Checking that nopony else had noticed him, Velvet grabbed Spike's sleeve and pulled him inside.
Rarity almost called out, when she saw who it was, but managed to suppress her yell of surprise. “I take it you were listening in,” Velvet asked archly.
The dragon nodded dumbly.
“Everything?” Rarity asked, her hand flying to her mouth.
Again he nodded. “I didn't mean to, honestly. I just wanted to talk to auntie. Guess you beat me to it.”
“What am I?” Velvet asked, scratching the back of her head. “The relationship councillor on duty tonight? Considering my own marital problems, I'm not exactly the expert here.”
But Rarity had already stood up and was standing in front of Spike with tears in her eyes. “Now that you know. Will you accept my apology?”
Spike reached out toward her, but stopped just short of actually touching the mare of his dreams. “I will. Will you accept my feelings for you? Are you really willing to give it a try?”
“Yes,” Rarity replied with a big smile on her face and then they kissed in the moon-lit room. It was a short and sweet kiss, but knowing what it meant to them, Velvet couldn't help but get all mushy.
“I'm so happy right now,” Spike said deliriously, tears rolling down his face. “I'm so glad auntie gave me that blowjob and convinced me to tell you outright.”
For a moment you could have heard a pin drop. Then the sound of Velvet's hand smacking against her forehead with a groan broke the silence.
Spike was frozen in shock, realizing what he had just let slip. Rarity turned her head and gave Velvet a glare that would have sent Nightmare Moon crying. “Care to explain, darling?”
Velvet coughed, her mind racing to think of a way to cover for Spike's blunder. “I just gave him the run down of what's what. Entirely for your benefit.” Obviously that wasn't enough for the white unicorn. “Oh, come now, Rarity. You can't exactly take the moral high ground on the fidelity front, especially considering this relationship is only two minutes old.”
“And what, pray tell, is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I would never dream of coming between the two of you, now that you're a couple, well unless you both wanted me to. Just like I suspect you won't take advantage of the 'House Special' at the spa any longer?”
Rarity gulped and then her face turned beet red. “Why … yes … I suppose that won't be necessary anymore,” she stammered.
Spike blinked, the implications having completely gone over his head. “So, you're not mad at me?”
Rarity looked at Velvet for a moment, then sighed, resting her head against Spike's chest with a chuckle. “No, I guess not. Now that I think about it, I couldn't have asked for a better teacher for you.”
Seeing them enjoy their hug, Velvet felt relieved. “I'm very happy for you both,” she said. “And may I say that it's long overdue. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Rarity pushed out her lower lip. “There is just one thing,” she said. “We're gonna need some help to cement this relationship and it needs to happen tonight.”
Spike blinked, then his eyes went as wide as saucers. “You mean …?”
“Why yes, darling. Of course. I'm going off to war tomorrow. After all it's taken us to get here, I'm not leaving without having done it at least once.” She looked over to Velvet. “But we'll need your help.”
The romance novelist rolled her eyes. Why was she such a sap? “Okay. I'll keep watch outside the door. Just make sure not to be too loud, you crazy kids.”
The smile Rarity gave her was radiant and it was at that moment she knew, these two were gonna be okay. She stepped out and closed the door behind her, peering across the corridor and through the darkness into the next room, where Night Light and the others slept. There was no movement, so she was fairly sure the coast was clear, so long as nopony else decided to pay her a midnight visit.
She sat down and leaned her back against the door, smiling faintly at the irony of the situation. “They better appreciate this,” she thought to herself. Then again, she wouldn't have been able to get any sleep tonight anyway. At least they'd make good use of the bedroom.
Velvet could make out the sounds of rustling clothes. Then she could hear Spike's voice through the door. “You're beautiful.”
“T-thank you.” Velvet had never thought that Rarity even could sound bashful. “You can touch me, if you like.”
After a moment soft moans were coming out of the bedroom. Velvet imagined Spike gently kneading Rarity's breasts, gulping and watching in amazement as they changed shapes beneath his palms. A slight yelp signaled a pinched nipple.
“Sorry,” Spike apologized quickly. “Did that hurt?”
“No, you just startled me, is all.”
The moans continued again. Velvet bit her lip. She really wasn't supposed to be listening in on this. She considered covering her ears with her hands, but then she wouldn't be able to hear anypony approaching.
“Hmmm, you're good at this,” Rarity gently encouraged him.
The foreplay continued for several more minutes like that and Velvet could feel her body growing hot. This was her nephew and his girlfriend during their first time, she reminded herself, grimacing. But she couldn't help but imagine what went on behind that door. She opened her bathrobe and lightly pinched her nipple through the fabric of her satin nightgown.
“It's not like this will hurt anypony,” she told herself.
“Can I take off you panties?” Spike asked. Almost on instinct Velvet nodded, only to be reminded that he wasn't in fact talking to her.
“Go ahead,” Rarity said. A silence followed after the rustling sound. Spike was probably simply staring at her. With a chuckle Velvet remembered his reaction when he had seen her bare chest for the first time. Lifting up her nightgown, she began to rub her tits directly now.
“Can you show me yours, too?” Here we go, Velvet thought as she could hear Spike's pyjamas fall to the floor. “Oh my … “ Yep, Rarity was shocked.
“Please say something,” Spike urged after a moment. “Do you think they are ugly?”
“Huh?” Sounded like Rarity had just come out of a daze. Velvet couldn't exactly fault her for that. “No, no, darling. They're lovely. I'm just … a little surprised. I actually knew you had two. Twilight told me once.”
Oh Twilight, Velvet thought. What were you thinking, when you told her that?
“So what did Velvet do?” the white unicorn asked.
“Is that really important?” the dragon wanted to know.
“Yes, it is. If she can do it, then so can I and I'll prove it to you.”
“Well, she kinda pressed her breasts around one and took the other in her mouth. Then she began to suck and move her body up and down. It was incredible.”
Velvet could practically see Rarity glaring at the naïve dragon. It would have been better, had he kept that last comment to himself, even though it made her a little happy hearing it. Nonetheless the slurping commenced. She was actually doing it and judging by his groans, Spike was enjoying every minute at it. Velvet was impressed. She knew from experience that this required both coordination and skill. She could feel herself getting wet as memories flooded her mind.
“Spike, what are you … ?“ Rarity's voice was cut off by a wet splurt and several more followed accompanied by Spike's groaning.
After an awkward silence the dragon spoke up. “I'm so sorry. I'm not usually this fast. It just felt so good.”
That's what they all say, Velvet thought to herself. She ought to have written out some pointers and made Spike learn them by heart. That's how Twilight would have done it. Flashcards would have been a good idea, she mused.
Contrary to Velvet's expectations Rarity took it in stride and giggled. “Oh, don't worry. You love me so much that you chose to show it to me by giving me a 'pearl necklace' as a present.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, never mind. I'm all sticky with your cum, but it feels amazing. Now we just have to get you ready to … go … again. How can you be still hard after spraying with so much?”
The dragon sounded a little surprised himself. “I don't know. It must be because of you.”
Velvet balled a victory fist. Finally he had gotten one right. “Oh, you're just saying that,” Rarity cooed. Obviously she agreed with her. The footsteps told Velvet that she was leading him towards the bed. “I can't wait any longer. I want to feel you inside me.”
Rather than being elated at the fact that the main act was approaching, however, Spike sounded dubious. “So how exactly are we gonna do this? I suppose I could lift up one of your legs, go at an angle?”
“There's really no need for that. They seem to be the right amount of space apart. You can use both holes, if you want.”
“You mean … ?” Spike left it hanging, his voice strangely croaking.
“Yes, if it's for you. I owe it to you for making you wait this long. But we're going to need some lubricant. I bet your aunt has got something around.”
Velvet stopped massaging her breasts and listened intently to the rustling inside the room. Were they going through her purse?
“We shouldn't be doing this,” Spike said guiltily.
“Oh, I'm sure she won't mind. Whoa! That's quite a collection!”
Velvet wasn't sure whether she should be angry about the invasion of her privacy or happy about the compliment.
“What the hay is that for?” Spike asked.
“Never mind, Spike,” Rarity replied. “That's a little too advanced for us to try out tonight. Oh, here we go.”
Velvet's mind was racing now as she imagined the unicorn mare lie down on her bed, lifting up her tail and waiting for Spike to rub the lube over her ass. Imagination was an essential tool for an author, but in this case Velvet could have done without the images in her mind being so vivid.
“Brrr, that's cold,” Rarity complained. But then she made a contented purring sound. “But your claw is nice and warm. Umpf.”
“Ready to go?” Spike asked.
“Sure am,” Velvet mumbled to herself, moving one hand into her panties and feeling the moisture. “Oh, buck it.” She tucked the hem of her nightgown between her teeth to muffle her own moans and began to rub her marehood.
“That's it, Spike. Just a little more.” Pleasure and pain were both mixed in Rarity's voice. No wonder. Taking a dragon cock into her ass and pussy simultaneously was quite a feat. “Ughn, I feel so full.”
There was no sound for a moment. But even imagining the dragon resting on top of Rarity, giving her time to adjust to the two massive cocks made Velvet even hornier and she began to thrust two fingers into herself.
“You can move now,” she heard Rarity say. There was no verbal response from Spike, but her moans clearly announced that they had started. Velvet cursed herself for not having gone all the way with Spike the other day. She wondered what it would have been like to be bucked in both holes by her nephew as she increased the speed of her fingers. Her chance had passed now.
Rarity had probably buried her head in the pillow in order not to wake the entire house with her screams. Even so Velvet could clearly hear the cries of passion. “I love you Rarity,” Spike said.
“I love you, too,” Rarity replied between two ragged breaths. “I wish this night could last forever.”
The trio increased their speeds, each drawing closer to their own climax. “Ungh, I can't hold it any longer,” Spike said.
“Do it, Spikey-Wikey. I want you to come inside me. Give me your hot seed.”
Spike began to growl and Velvet flashed back to her own time with the young dragon. The memory of his reptilian eyes sent a shiver down her spine. She knew he was pumping into the fashionista to the hilt now, trying to fulfill his desires.
Rarity didn't seem to mind being bucked to breaking point. Her own screams grew only more passionate. “I'm coming, Spike!”
Velvet could hear Rarity scream into the pillow and then another more pronounced orgasm, when Spike filled her up with his draconic semen. The writer bit down on the hem of her nightgown to keep herself from crying out loud as her vagina clamped down on her fingers and her panties became soaked in her juices.
All three of them had to catch their breaths for a while. “I love you,” Rarity mumbled drowsily. Spike mumbled something incoherent to Velvet in reply. Whatever it was made Rarity giggle slightly.
After a few minutes it seemed as if both of them had drifted off to sleep. Velvet grimaced. She didn't want to wake them now, but she'd have to sneak in and sneak Rarity back out the window and Spike back to his room, before anypony else woke up in the morning.
Banned from her own bedroom, Velvet considered her options. Sleep was out of the question, especially now that the afterglow had run its course, her thoughts drifted back to her daughter's current predicament. But she would drive herself crazy, if she kept thinking about that.
So she levitated a piece of parchment from a nearby table over to her and did what she always did, when she wanted to forget about her troubles and the real world for a few hours. “Chapter 7,” she began to dictate in a voice that was barely audible. “Young Love.”
Author's Note
Hm, this one turned out pretty light on jokes. I said the story would get a little more gravitas from here on out. Couple that with the fact that Sparity is my OTP, it was pretty much unavoidable
Tried something a little different by restricting the action to sounds and Velvet's imagination. Not sure if it worked as well as I'd hoped. Let me know what you think in the comments.
Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark
Chapter 8: A Dog-Eat-Dog World
Chapter 8: A Dog-Eat-Dog World
The next morning Ponyville was preparing to see off Princess Celestia and the Elements of Harmony in the market place. Spike and Rarity were standing off in one corner, trying to look inconspicuous and failing miserably at it.
“You look good in that uniform,” Spike commented, looking away with a blush.
“Oh, that's nice of you to say, darling,” the white unicorn replied. “But it's awfully drab. I wish I could just spruce it up a bit.”
It was true. In their grey uniforms the five mares looked much the same as any other officer in the market place being seen off by their loved ones. The only thing setting them apart were the golden necklaces inlaid with gems that resembled their cutie marks, the Elements of Harmony.
Velvet sighed. Those two still had a long way to go. Something odd happened then. Rarity excused herself for a moment and waved Velvet over to her into the shadows of a house.
“I'm not gonna do anything to him while you're gone,” Velvet promised as she walked over to her. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. Did I say that right?”
Rarity smiled. “Yes, darling and I do appreciate it. But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Oh? Then what is it?”
“It's about Twilight. Now this may just be a wild stab in the dark, but there might be a way to get some information on what happened to her.”
“Really?” Velvet said breathlessly. A glimmer of hope at last. “Tell me, please.”
Rarity mustered the novelist for a moment, as if considering something and then nodded. “Tell me. Have you ever heard of the Diamond Dogs?”
Velvet blinked. “Yes, I have. Only stories though. They're underground dwellers who are obsessed with gems.”
The fashionista nodded. “That's not all there is to them, though. They kidnapped me a while back and while I was with them, I learned a few things. They are just as likely to trade as they are to steal. They're information brokers, you see. Burrows are all over the world. Zebraca, Saddle Arabia, Camelu, even Griffonia and there's one here right outside Ponyville. Selling secrets is an easy way for them to get gems.”
“You think they might know something about what happened to Twilight?”
“They might,” Rarity replied, though there was a measure of doubt in her voice. “But it's not gonna be easy to get them to talk. It'll be dangerous to contact them and you can never under any circumstances trust them completely.”
Velvet gulped. This was not gonna be a walk in the park. Mulling it over in her mind, she finally steeled herself. “I have to try, if it could lead me to Twilight.”
Rarity smiled and moved closer to give her a kiss on the cheek, thus covering up the fact that she was slipping the older mare a piece of paper. “Follow these directions and you'll find their caves. You'll have to go in alone or they'll smell foul play. But I'm sure a mare with your 'talents' can handle them easily. I did.”
“Thank you, Rarity.” Then she glanced over at Spike. “Aren't you gonna say goodbye to him?”
The dressmaker bit her lower lip. “Oh, I couldn't. It just wouldn't be seemly to do such a thing in public.”
“Come on, you said it yourself. You wasted a lot of time. What have you got to lose?”
Rarity seemed to be torn for a moment, but finally took heart. “Oh, buck it. You're right. What's the point in holding back now?” Her confidence growing with each step, she strode over towards the dragon, grabbed his hips, sweeping him off his feet and gave him a long and passionate kiss.
There were quite a few raised eyebrows, but all of their friends started to grin, when they realized what was going on.
After Rarity had broken off the kiss, the blushing Spike coughed. “Take care of yourself out there. And please come back to me.”
“I will,” she said. “Now that I have a reason to come back.” Then she joined the other Element bearers with a quick step.
Pinkie was hooting. “Go, Rarity! We better pick up some chocolates and nylons you can give to Spike on our way back.”
The white unicorn blushed, but her smile remained unbroken as she straightened her hat and got into marching formation next to her pink friend.
Velvet looked over at Fluttershy, who was saying her goodbyes to Snowflake. She shyly gave him a peck on the cheek and joined her friends with a blush. Had they as well used last night to … ? No way, Velvet told herself. Fluttershy wasn't that kind of a mare. There was something distinctly funny about the way she walked, though that might have been the nervousness of going to war.
“'Tention!!” General Battle Axe bellowed and every pony in uniform quickly straightened. He walked down the line and saluted Princess Celestia. “Ready to move out, your highness,” he reported.
Celestia nodded. “Thank you, General.” She paused a moment to gather her thoughts, before addressing the troops. “My little ponies, my brave little ponies. It is with a heavy heart I ask this duty of you. Many of you have never seen battle and if you live to come back home, you'll not be the same. Remember that you do this not for yourselves. You do this to ensure a brighter future for your friends, for your loved ones, for every foal yet to be born. Keep that in mind always. That is all.” She nodded towards the General.
“Companyyyy! Forwaaaaard … “ he paused to make sure all the officers were ready. “MARCH!” he bellowed.
Like a single creature with a multitude of legs the army began to surge forward in a steady, measured beat. Many of the civilians who had gathered were waving with tears in their eyes. Velvet stood next to Spike, draping an arm around his shoulders. “You alright?”
Spike nodded. His eyes were glazed over. “She used her tongue, auntie.”
Velvet began to chuckle despite herself. Her eyes drifted across the market place and fell on Night Light, who was watching the procession somberly. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments, before Velvet looked away. Gingerly she took the piece of paper Rarity had given her and unfolded it. It was time for her to meet with some dogs.
* * *
So far so good, Velvet told herself as she was led down the dark cavern by two guards. Having finished her preparations, she had simply strode up to one of the holes outside Ponyville and, once approached by the guards, had told them that she was looking for information and was prepared to pay for it.
She hated herself for what she was about to do, but once again rationalized it away. This was for Twilight. So she centred herself and slipped into character. It was a trick she had picked up from a couple of actors, when her novel 'From Stalliongrad with Love' had been adapted into a stage play.
“My name is Honey Trap,” she told herself. “I'm a secret agent for the Equestrian Intelligence Service. My mission is to find information about the whereabouts of Princess Twilight Sparkle.” This was on a completely different level than what she had done with Pinkie Pie. For the next couple of hours Twilight Velvet would not exist. Instead she would completely become the character from her own book. “My name is Honey Trap, secret agent for the EIS.”
“Hey, you. Quit mumbling to yourself over there,” one of the guards said.
Velvet took a deep breath, her whole demeanor changing. She was calm, stood a little taller and a playful smile moved across her lips. “Sorry, handsome,” she said in a voice that was much more breathy than usual for her and gave the guard a smouldering look. “It's just that I always get so excited to meet new people. Makes me wanna get … intimate.”
The guard dog gulped, looking at the mare clad in a short, black one piece dress and a pink feather boa. The getup was all part of the persona. “That's alright,” he said. “Just keep moving. The bosses are up there.”
Seeing that the guard was no longer watching her, she took out a small, white pill from its hiding place underneath her shoulder strap and quickly swallowed it. Nopony knew she was here, so there was no backup. Everything had to go according to plan, just right.
The group came around a corner and the tunnel opened up into a spacious cavern ahead. Oil lamps gave off a warm glow which was refracted by the different kinds of gems embedded in the walls. In the middle of the large room stood a rickety table around which three diamond dogs were sitting.
They seemed to be engrossed in a game of cards. The medium sized one with the red vest seemed to be the leader as indicated by the extra gem on his collar. Furthermore there was a rather large one and a smaller one. “Got any nines?” the biggest one asked.
“Go fish,” the lead dog replied with a bored expression.
“Someone here to see you, boss,” one of the guards said with a cough.
Three pairs of eyes turned around and mustered the new arrival. “What is it? Why did you bring a pony here?” the leader said. “I told you no more ponies after that whining thing.”
“You might want to hear me out first,” Velvet said, taking a step forward. “I have a business proposition for you, if you answer some of my questions.”
“You came to ask us stuff?” the smallest of the three asked. “You pay. Gems for information.”
“My, straight to business. I thought we should get to know each other a little first.” Velvet sauntered over to the table and sat down on the lap of the biggest dog without hesitation. “Can I get a name?”
“It's Bucko,” the dog replied, slightly salivating. He pointed at the smallest dog. “That's Shorty and the boss is named Chuck. What about you, pony?”
“You can call me Honey,” she replied with a wink. “All my 'close' friends do.” As she spoke those words she slightly began shifting her weight in his lap and sure enough something was stirring underneath her.
She could feel Shorty's hungry eyes on her, but Chuck seemed unimpressed. “Get to the point, pony. Do you have gems? Then we have information.”
Velvet pursed her lips in a pout. “I'm afraid I don't have any gems for you fine gentledogs.”
“Then why are you wasting our time?”
That was definitely the one she had to win over, Velvet realized. So she stood up, giving Bucko a scratch under his chin while doing so and moved over to Chuck. She stood behind his chair and, taking off the feather boa, she draped it around his neck while pressing her breasts against his back. “You see, I didn't see any women coming down here. It must get awfully lonely.”
“Our bitches are back in our home country,” Bucko explained. “Only dogs come out here to hunt for gems.”
“Really? You must be positively pent up,” Velvet said, her fingers drawing circles on Chuck's bare chest underneath his red vest. She nibbled at his ear and whispered. “If you could help me, I'd be very grateful.” What she had just suggested basically came down to prostitution. Velvet knew that in the back of her mind. But she was ready to go that far for Twilight's sake.
Chuck seemed to consider the offer. “Well, we might make an exception. What exactly would you like to know?”
She had them. “I want everything you know about Princess Twilight Sparkle and what's happened to her.” A thought occurred to her. Might as well make the best of this situation. “Also the Changelings have launched an invasion that took everypony by surprise. I wanna know about that, too.”
“That's quite the tall order, Honey. You're gonna have to make it worth our while.”
“Yes,” Shorty said, jumping up onto the table. “First show us what you've got.”
Velvet had expected that much. “Certainly,” she said calmly, moving away from the table and turning her back toward them. She looked over her shoulder, giving them a wink and began to remove her shoulder straps ever so slowly. She could feel their eyes penetrating her skin and moved her ass seductively as she wiggled out of the dress. When it had fallen to the ground, she kicked it away and turned around, giving the three a full view of her naked beauty.
The gasps from the dogs told her that her plan had worked as expected. She wasn't wearing any underwear, so now she stood there in only her black stockings and high heels. The cold draft in the cavern made her nipples stand erect. “Like what you see?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Bucko and Shorty were ready to jump her, but Chuck held up one paw. “Wait. We do appreciate beautiful things, like gems. The last pony who came in here was beautiful, too. But she wouldn't work. First we need to be sure you have the skill as well. Guards!”
In a flash five of the muscular guard dogs had assembled in a circle around her. While still wearing their breastplates and helmets that covered their faces, they had dropped their pants already.
Velvet licked her lips, seeing the large canine cocks standing already at half mast. “Do I have a time limit for this?”
“Five minutes,” Chuck said.
“I'll do it in three,” Velvet announced confidently and dropped to her knees. She reached out to her left and right, running her hands along the shafts of two of them while taking the one in front of her into her mouth and began to blow.
She went down the line, making sure to take each one of them into her mouth at least once. Some of the guards were getting restless now, grabbing at her boobs and head, wanting another turn.
With no time to waste, Velvet decided to go in for the kill. She removed her hands and mouth altogether and fired up her horn, engulfing the five cocks around her in the blue glow of her magic. With a smile she pushed up her breasts and threw back her head. “Come on, then. Give it to me.”
The unicorn mare opened her mouth wide and let her tongue hang out, preparing herself for the seed. Her magic smoothly squeezed the five cocks and the hounds growled. With one final push they howled, releasing their seed simultaneously. From all sides the sticky, white dog cum hit her, covering her breasts, sticking to her mane and she caught some in her mouth.
When they were done, Velvet licked her lips with a smack and visibly swallowed what was in her mouth. She rubbed the cum on her breasts into her skin. “Two minutes flat,” she announced to the three leaders. “Skilled enough for ya?”
They nodded dumbly, saliva gathering in the corners of their mouths.
Velvet chuckled, turning around on all fours and sticking her ass out toward them, giving them a full view of her secret spot. Only now did she realize that her pussy was in fact dripping wet. For a moment she wondered whether she was actually turned on by the situation or whether this was her mind and body embracing the persona of Honey Trap a little too much. She put the thought out of her mind. She wasn't out of the woods yet. “Now, about that business proposition I mentioned.”
“Deal,” Shorty and Bucko said in unison. The smaller dog jumped over the table and raced over to her, almost tripping on his pants as he threw them off.
But when he grabbed her ass, she quickly moved her tail to cover to entrance. “Uh-uh,” she said. “First I wanna make sure you actually know something about the Princess and the Changelings. Otherwise no hankey pankey.”
Being denied so close to the fulfilment of his desires, Shorty nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, we know. The Changeling army, it's a trap. And the Princess … “
“That's enough,” Chuck said sternly. Unlike the other two he seemed to still have some of his wits about him and he hadn't stood up. “We have your information. Payment first.”
Velvet frowned. She already knew that there was something fishy about the way the Changelings were conducting their military campaign. But the dogs did have information about Twilight, that much was certain now. She didn't think that Shorty had the mental capacity to lie about having the info, especially since his blood wasn't in his brain but rather half a meter lower at the moment.
She would have to go through with it to fully pump them for the info and that meant getting pumped by them first. Removing her tail and freeing the way, she said: “Go on, then. We'll get to the pillow talk later.”
Not missing a beat, Shorty grabbed her ass and thrust himself in to the hilt, not that he was too well endowed in the first place, so Velvet could handle him easily. He obviously wasn't one for extended foreplay as he began to hump her wildly while panting in short breaths.
“You're an eager beaver, aren't you,” she commented, beginning to moan. Meanwhile Bucko had moved up in front of her. “And what can I do for you, big guy?” she asked with a smile.
Silently the large dog dropped his pants, letting his member dangle proudly in front of her.
Velvet gulped. “My, that is a massive size. Better take it slow … “
But before she could finish, Bucko had already grabbed her head and thrust himself past her lips. “No talk, suck,” he said simply.
The writer could only do so much to keep herself from gagging as the tip hit the back of her throat. Bucko began to move his hips back and forth vigorously. Slowly she began to adjust to the massive length that was beating down past her lips and began to move her tongue.
A slap on her ass made her flinch. “Good pony. This is much better than the stuck up unicorn who was here a while ago,” Shorty laughed.
They both increased their thrusts. She could see now how Bucko had come by his name as he hammered away. He wasn't so much getting a blowjob as he was facebucking her and he was drawing closer fast. Velvet gripped the the floor of the cave as she prepared for the inevitable.
With a shudder the big lug came inside her mouth just as Shorty unloaded his cum inside her pussy. There was a lot, but it was nothing compared to Spike's ejaculation a few days ago, so Velvet managed to drink down every last drop. Breathing through her nose, she rested a moment, but then her eyes went wide. It felt like they were both swelling up at the base.
That was right, they were dogs, she reminded herself. This was what was called knotting. A stifled moan escaped the corners of her mouth as she could feel Shorty's thickening dick press down on her inner walls. He was lodged in tightly now. In turn her moan transmitted to Bucko's cock, making him swell up as well and fill up her mouth.
“Round two,” Bucko said simply as he started again. His moves were quicker and shorter this time, since he could not pull out his full length. Not soon after Shorty began to hump her again as well. There was no way of stopping them now, until they had pumped all of their seed into her.
To expedite the process, Velvet began to wiggle her hips and move her jaw up and down, essentially chewing out the cock she was sucking on. From the way he shuddered, Bucko enjoyed the sensation.
Again it didn't take much for them to reach climax, since they were already pretty sensitive from their first ejaculation. Bucko startled her, when he pinched her nose. “Drink it all down, pony.”
The feeling of the cum pouring down her throat coupled with the lack of oxygen, brought Velvet herself over the edge and she clamped down on Shorty's cock, who responded to the pressure by painting her innards white for a second time.
The two of them were spent and fell back, pulling out in the process. Shorty's knot came free with a resounding plop and the cum started to flow out of her gaping hole and onto the floor. That was two down, but Velvet wasn't done yet. She forced herself to stand up on shaky legs and walked over to Chuck, who was still lounging in his chair, leaving the other two lying on the floor. “Your turn now,” she said.
The alpha dog gave her a look, rubbing her sticky marehood with a finger. “I don't care much for sloppy seconds.”
Velvet bent over the table and pulled her cheeks apart. “There's still one place left to bury a bone.”
He chuckled with a dirty grin and unbuckled his pants.
“I knew you were just pretending to be stoic,” Velvet said with a smirk, seeing his cock stand at full attention.
“I like to enjoy the show, before I go in myself,” he replied, grabbing her ass and spitting on her exposed anus. Velvet shuddered as his unmanicured fingernail pushed into her and began scraping against her insides in order to spread the saliva around.
“For Twilight,” she muttered to herself once more. “I'm Honey Trap, secret agent of the EIS.”
Judging that she was lubed up enough, he took his member in his hand and aimed it straight at Velvet's waiting ass. With a grunt he pushed himself in.
The writer turned spy groaned in pain. This was a big one, but she would have to endure it. Chuck began to pump her with long, deep penetrations, which surprised her a little. He showed much more self control than his fellows. Despite herself Velvet soon began to enjoy the experience, her groans gradually being replaced by moans of pleasure.
“You're a pony I can get behind,” Chuck said, “as well as get on top off.” With that he lifted up one leg and put his paw down on the table. He leaned forward, screwing his cock in even further and pushing Velvet down on the table top flat on her stomach. She could feel her nipples harden as they rubbed against the rough wood.
Then he really started to pump her. It felt like he was poking against her stomach. His cock was the perfect shape for anal sex, long and thin, yet hard and throbbing. Drawing closer to his climax, he let his tongue loll out, his saliva dripping down on Velvet's back.
He pushed down harder upon her to the point that Velvet was afraid the rickety table was gonna break and sped up his thrusts, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with sloshing noises. He jerked once and then Velvet could feel the hot stuff pouring into her ass.
“Let's make this go a little faster, shall we,” she said over her shoulder, clenching her teeth.
At first Chuck looked at her with a puzzled expression, but when the base of his cock began to swell up, he yelled out in surprise as Velvet countered the pressure by squeezing as hard as she could.
“What are you doing? You're gonna … “ But words failed him as he was immediately pushed into another orgasm. Velvet bit back her own cry and concentrated on keeping up the pressure. Twice more she repeated the process, milking him dry with continuous orgasms.
Finally he slumped back into his chair, his canine cock coming out without trouble, since he had spent every last drop and it had shrunken back to its normal size.
Velvet collected herself, panting. She wasn't done yet. Pushing herself up from the table, she turned around and sat in his lap, slinging her arms across his neck. The cum and love juices flowing out of her were pooling beneath them. “Now then,” she said. “I believe I've held up my end of the bargain. What about that information?”
The dog grinned at her. “Whatever you want, honey. You see, the disappearance of Princess Twilight and the Changeling invasion are actually connected.”
“How so?”
“That accident that happened in Cloudsdale a few days ago. Wasn't really an accident. They used it to lure the Princess out and now they got her. Prepare the way for the invasion.”
Velvet's eyes went wide. The Changelings had Twilight? “Where is she? Did they bring her to Chrysalis?”
Chuck shook his head weakly. “Nah, Queen's with her army in the west. Don't know where they got her. Probably with their top agent. Elusive fellow, can't even get a name on him, but he's been operating in Central Equestria for months. Damn good job he did, too. Even Celestia didn't see it coming.”
Velvet frowned. So the accident at the factory and Twilight's kidnapping had both been orchestrated by the Changelings. She nodded. “Princess Celestia needs to know about this at once. You're sure this is accurate?”
Chuck gave her a dirty grin. “I have no reason to lie to you. You see, honey, you've impressed me. So I've decided to keep you. You'll stay with us and be our little buck slave. So you're not gonna tell anyone.”
Rarity had been right. These curs couldn't be trusted. “What? We had an agreement!”
Chuck laughed loudly. “Your mistake then. You're gonna work for us during the day, digging up and hauling gems and then we'll work you even harder at night. We'll buck you silly before this is over.” He gave her a leering gaze. “You'll probably look real pretty in a maid's uniform and chained up in a cell.”
Velvet pretended to give him a shocked gasp, but then she simply smiled and scratched him under the chin like a puppy. “You're certainly welcome to try, but I don't expect you'll be able to do any enslaving for a while.” She calmly stood up and began to pick up her clothes.
“Do you think this is a joke, pony?” He tried to get up, but suddenly his eyes went wide. “What's going on? Why can't I move?” His voice was getting panicky as he struggled.
“Well,” Velvet mused, laying a thoughtful finger on her chin. “It might have something to do with that slow working paralyzing poison I took, before I came in here. It's transmitted via skin contact and bodily fluids, you see.”
Chuck growled. “You won't get away with this. Guards, get her!”
But Velvet moved aside with a smirk, opening his line of sight to the five guards and his two friends who were lying on the cave floor, feebly struggling against the effects of the drug as well. “Obviously I had my friend Zecora give me the antidote before I took it.” Having rearranged her dress, she moved back towards Chuck. She picked up the feather boa and draped it around his neck again. “Something to remember me by. You'll be alright in a couple hours.”
To drive in the knife even further, she kissed his cheek and ruffled his fur. “Who's been a good doggy? Who's been a good doggy?”
Chuck was simply glaring at her. “I'll get you for this, Honey!”
Velvet turned around and gave him a wave, her high heels clicking across the stone cave floor. “Oh, that's right. One other thing. My name isn't really Honey either. You should brush up on your reading. Ta-taa!”
As Twilight Velvet walked out to report her findings to Princess Celestia, an angry howl echoed across the seemingly endless cavern system of the Diamond Dogs.
Author's Note
Not gonna bore you with background info this time. Instead I'll leave you with this picture.https://derpibooru.org/297747?scope=scpe50d94b9133a62fea016a075115cb23efc4e25589
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Chapter 10: Twilight Velvet - Element of Passion
Chapter 10: Twilight Velvet – Element of Passion
Velvet stared at the male Changeling in front of her. How could she have been so stupid? There had been more than enough indications that it hadn't been Night Light. She got up and bolted towards the door. “Spike!”
“I wouldn't do that, if I were you,” the Changeling said, calmly sitting down on the bed. “If you want to see your daughter again, that is.”
The novelist froze with her hand hovering above the doorknob. “You've got Twilight?”
“I do,” he said, examining his fingernails nonchalantly. His black skin, green eyes and curved horn gave him a menacing appearance despite the mundane action. “And I'm the only one who knows where she is.”
“What have you done to her?” Velvet growled.
He shrugged. “Nothing … yet and I won't have to, if you're a good little girl and do as I say.”
Quick steps could be heard from across the door as Spike approached the room. “Auntie! What's wrong?”
Velvet lowered her hand and slowly turned around. Imago was shaking his head and drawing a finger across his throat. She couldn't risk Twilight's safety. She had to find out where she was first. Until then there was no other choice but to play along. “N-nothing, Spike,” she said. “I thought I saw a spider. Never mind. You can go back to your room.”
There was a pause on the young dragon's end. “Auntie. I just wanna help, but I can't do that, if you don't talk to me.”
She wanted nothing more than to open the door and tell him to incinerate the intruder to ashes. “I'm sorry, Spike. I just need to be alone for now.”
Spike sighed heavily. “Alright. But I'm here for you, if you need me.”
Velvet closed her eyes. What a fine young dragon he had become, since he had come to Ponyville. “I know,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
She heard him retreat back to his own room and looked at the Changeling again. “Who are you?”
“You really ought to listen more carefully. I already told you my name is Imago. I'm kind of a celebrity in the hive. You see, I was born peculiar. Unlike my mother, Queen Chrysalis, and every other Changeling I thrive on hatred rather than love. And right now there's so much of it in Equestria, it's a veritable feast for me.”
“What do you mean?” If she was gonna be in his power, she might as well try to find out as much as she could.
“I've been impersonating your husband for about six months now,” he said with a grin. “How you hated each other. It's exactly the reason I initially chose to take his place. First pushing for military reforms and then that scandal? Every courtier in Canterlot hates his guts now. Glorious.”
Imago fired up his horn and changed into the form of a green unicorn stallion with a piece of parchment for a cutie mark. “Of course the only thing people hate more than a cheating husband is a nosy reporter. Unfortunately Celestia kept the story from breaking outside Canterlot, so I had to move around a bit to get some more people upset.”
Again he changed his form in a ball of green fire. This time he was a grey mare with blonde hair and distinctly crossed eyes. “For example this klutzy pegasus who messed up the automation in that Heavy Weather Factory.” He assumed a helpless expression. “I just don't know what went wrong.”
Once again he cast the spell and now a young Wonderbolt was saluting her with an evil grin. “Cadet Cloudspinner. It's an honour to fly with you and Ms. Rainbow Dash, your highness. Don't worry, I'll lead you safely through the safest part of this storm.” He laughed loudly. “How they hated that kid for leading your daughter straight into the eye of that hurricane.”
Changing back to his regular form with those insect-like wings and holes all over his body, he closed the distance between them and pushed Velvet's chin up with one finger. “But that's nothing compared to how they loathe you,” he said, licking his lips. He showed her a camera on the palm of his other hand. “Every whisper of contempt, every judging glance makes me stronger. Not even Celestia could defeat me now.”
“You're not gonna get away with this,” Velvet said between clenched teeth.
“Oh, but I will,” Imago whispered at her, pinching her nipple. “I'm gonna prove to everyone that I alone can poison even the loving and tolerant ponies of this town. They're gonna hate their Princess and they're gonna hate you. I'll manage what even my mother couldn't: Take over Equestria in one fell swoop. You and I are gonna have some fun now. Your self-loathing is such a delicious treat.”
* * *
It was just after dusk and Velvet was walking onto the Ponyville market place with unsteady legs. There were still a fair few of the residents about, packing up their stalls or simply enjoying a walk in the cool evening breeze. Juices were running down her inner thighs, although she desperately fought to keep them at bay. It was no use and everypony could see it with the blue pleated skirt, she was wearing, being so short. It was a mystery to Velvet how Imago had even come by this sailor outfit in the first place, but it must have been a middle schooler's uniform. The top was barely covering her chest and her mid rift was bare.
It didn't take long for everypony to stop what they were doing and start staring at her. “Can you believe this?” she heard a mare whisper. “Totally shameless.”
“They haven't seen anything yet,” Imago, who had once again taken the disguise of Night Light whispered in her ear. “Go on.”
Velvet was rooted to spot. “I can't,” she said meekly.
Imago's face hardened. “You might want to change that attitude or you know what happens to your daughter.” Then he let his hand glide into his pocket and pressed a switch.
A jolt ran through her body as the magically controlled vibrator in her pussy began to vibrate harder. The ponies around started to wonder where the buzzing sound was coming from. “Do it,” Imago commanded coldly.
Unsuccessfully trying to hold back the tears, Velvet began to loosen the ribbon on her chest and removed the top of the sailor uniform in which the Changeling Prince had forced her to dress. She wasn't wearing a bra. “Can you believe this?” she heard somepony say. “And while her daughter is still missing,” a male voice joined in.
Velvet undid the zipper of her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Then she pulled down her panties with shaky hands as a collective gasp escaped the crowd. Now everypony could clearly see the pink sex toy moving around in her pussy. It was precisely this moment that Imago turned the vibrator up to eleven.
The novelist doubled over from the surprise and fell to her knees. All those accusing eyes were on her and yet she couldn't hold it any longer, arching her back and cumming violently. Her mind was a white haze as she caught her breath. The vibrator had been squeezed out.
“Whore!” somepony shouted and the next thing she knew, Velvet was hit in the head by a rancid tomtato. “Get out of our town!” The cries of outrage increased as more and more vegetables started to fly in her direction.
“I'm sorry,” she whimpered, knowing that Imago was watching her and standing up was not an option. So she simply hung her head and accepted her fate.
“WHAT THE BUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?” Spike pushed his way through the crowd and took her in his arms, shielding Velvet from the incoming projectiles.
“Spike,” she said with tears in her eyes. “I'm sorry.”
“You've got nothing to apologize for,” he said and then shot a look of pure acid at who he believed to be Night Light. “Why are you just standing there, uncle? She's your wife! Help her.”
“She's only getting what she deserves,” Imago replied without emotion. “Don't tell me you don't want to take a shot at her yourself. After all she got you caught up in all of this.”
Spike growled back at him. “She hasn't done anything wrong and she believed in me. If it hadn't been for her, I would have never confessed to Rarity. She's my aunt and I'll always stay loyal to her no matter what. That's what family members do for each other.”
It was then that Velvet realized, the relentless barrage had stopped. Five other ponies had stepped up and formed a circle around her to shield her. As Spike draped his jacket around her, the red stallion spoke up. “Y'all should be ashamed of yourselves, treating Velvet like that.”
“But, Big Macintosh,” some stallion said in confusion. “She lied to us all, to you most of all.”
The large farmpony snorted. “And how do you know that? We had a fun afternoon together, no strings attached. Ah was the one who kissed her first and that is the honest truth. A truth you had known, had you bothered to ask instead of believing a stupid news article.”
“And that is nopony's business but theirs,” Aloe, who had also joined the circle spoke up just before her sister. “There is nothing wrong with a little pleasure generously given,” Lotus Blossom finished.
“YEAH!” Snowflake shouted. Now at that everypony took a definitive step back. “Showing others kindness and helping them overcome their problems is not a crime, whatever form that might take.”
Imago was clutching at his chest and breathing heavily. “How can you defend that slut? You're supposed to hate her.” Looking at him, Velvet realized that his disguise was starting to falter. Was he getting weaker, because her friends had spoken out on her behalf and were overcoming the hate? He glared at Thunderlane. “Don't tell me you actually like her?”
The dark pegasus stallion laughed out loud. “Are you kidding? I love my girls like that, not that I've ever met one quite like her. I should laugh at you for having such a great wife and not appreciating her,” he flexed his muscles and cracked his knuckles. “But I'll make an exception for you.” With that the Wonderbolt cadet launched himself forward and gave him a ringing right hook that sent him sprawling to the ground.
That had done it. The force of the impact itself had been enough to shatter the illusion and now all could see Night Light's real form. “He's a Changeling!” somepony shouted.
Thunderlane blinked, not fully comprehending what had just happened. But he immediately got his act back together and charged forward, followed by Snowflake and Big Mac. Together the three stallions probably could overpower him, but there was something else.
“Don't,” Velvet screamed. “He's got Twilight!”
* * *
“I don't like this,” General Battle Axe growled, looking across the barren field at the unmoving Changeling army. “Something feels off.”
“Agreed,” Pinkie Pie said, observing them through her binoculars. “But it's flat ground all around. They can't ambush us and they've literally been telegraphing every move they're about to make. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they don't even wanna fight us at all.”
“What do you mean, Captain,” Celestia said, addressing the pink mare with her new rank rather than by name. “You were the one to point out that they wanted to lure us into a trap.”
“That's just it,” she fumed. “They can't be this stupid. They've had ample opportunity to attack. I think we should go talk to them.”
Celestia looked across the field. Halfway between the two armies stood a party of Changelings, bearing two flags. One was the royal arms of Queen Chrysalis, the other a flag of truce. “Guess you're right.”
Five minutes later the Princess, General Battle Axe and the five Element Bearers had made their way to the meeting spot, where a waiting Chrysalis was tapping her hoof on the ground impatiently. “It's about time you showed your ugly muzzle around here, Celestia.”
Celestia glared back at her old enemy defiantly. “I'm here. What do you want?”
“Have you seen my good-for-nothing son?”
Celestia blinked. That hadn't been the opener she had expected. “Pardon?”
“My oldest son, Imago,” the Queen of the Changelings said angrily. “You remember him. He was with me, when we both attended the trade summit in the Griffon Kingdom.”
“That was a fun weekend,” Battle Axe grumbled sarcastically. “Never seen more armed guards at a trade conference.”
Celestia shook her head to gather her thoughts. “That's beside the point. Why have you invaded my country, Chrysalis?”
The queen raised an eyebrow. “Invaded?” she scoffed. “Honey, if I had invaded you, you'd know it, because your fat plot would be sprawled on the ground before me just like last time we met.” She sighed dramatically. “This is what I get for trying to be upfront and polite for once. I've tried asking your stupid subjects about my son, but they keep running away, whenever they see us. Now have you seen him or not?”
Celestia turned around and whispered to Battle Axe. “General, could it be that we mobilized our entire country's military force in response to a search party for a missing child?”
The General looked over his shoulder. From this distance it was clear that none of the Changelings were actually armed expect for Chrysalis' royal guard. “It would appear so, your highness.”
The Princess began to blush. “This is the most embarrassing thing since I accidentally raised the sun in the west after that Hearth's Warming Eve's party last year.”
“Now hang on just a darn minute,” Applejack cut in. “We got information that one of your agents has abducted Twilight and is holding her hostage right now.”
“Agent?” Chrysalis frowned. “I don't have any agents in … “ Her eyes went wide and she looked at the Princess of the Sun angrily, her fists shaking. “I told Imago no girls. Celestia, if your student has seduced my son and eloped with him, I swear I'll … “
The white alicorn groaned. Soldiers on both sides were starting to snicker now. “Maybe we should continue this discussion in private.”
A yelp from Rainbow Dash stopped the exchange. “Hey, what gives?” The cyan pegasus was being pulled around by her Element of Harmony and was now facing east. The necklace began to glow and before long a red beam of light was released from the gem, heading towards the east.
“What in tarnation?” Applejack cried out as the very same thing happened to her. One by one the Elements activated and flew off to somewhere.
“Well,” Pinkie Pie said gravely, when it was finally her turn and the blue stream of light flew off. “Wherever this war is gonna be decided, it's not gonna be here.”
* * *
At the same time Prince Shining Armor was standing on the balcony of the Crystal Castle in the far north, staring moodily across the evening sky.
“Shining,” a seductive voice called out behind him. “It's cold out there. Come back to bed.” It was his wife, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza or Cadence as she preferred to be called. The pink alicorn slung her arms around him from behind and nuzzled his neck.
Shining Armor didn't react.
“Something wrong?” she asked, sensing her husband's distress.
“I don't know,” he sighed. “Probably nothing. I just have this strange feeling that mom and Twiley are in trouble.”
Cadence turned his head around to her and looked into his eyes. “Your mother and little sister are two of the most resourceful mares I have ever met. I'm sure between the two of them there's nothing they can't handle.”
The stallion nodded. “I know. It's just … “
But Cadence sealed his lips with a finger. “If it'll put your mind at ease, we can always send them some help.”
He smiled at that. “I would like that. Thank you.”
Both of them fired up their horns and closed their eyes. Summoning the love they felt for each other from deep inside, their horns touched and a swirling vortex of blue and pink energy began to form above them. Fixing their eyes on the south, the magic burst forth from the couple and flew off into the general direction of Ponyville.
“Be safe, Twiley. Be safe, mom,” Shining whispered.
* * *
“Stand back, you foals!” the Changeling Prince roared as his horn blazed with green fire. Big Macintosh, Snowflake and Thunderlane were hurled back by the impact of his magical projectile. They tumbled to the ground and landed back in the dust next to Velvet.
Spike protectively drew himself up in front of his aunt. He was shaking in fear, but stood his ground, drawing in his breath. With a roar that must have shook the foundations of Canterlot he unleashed a burst of dragon fire that was unlike any other he had ever managed to muster up. The inferno could have burned the Everfree forest to cinders, but Imago simply yawned and caught the dragonfire with one hand stretched out before him.
“So boring,” he said. “I might have failed to turn this puny town against you, Velvet. But I've still stored so much energy that even if you all attacked me at once, you couldn't hope to defeat me.”
“Let's put that to the test then,” a yellow earth pony stallion said, stepping between Velvet and Imago. “You with me, honey?”
“Count on it,” a blue mare replied, standing by his side. “Any friend of Pinkie's is a friend of ours.” Mrs. Cake looked around the market place. “What Velvet does with a willing partner in bed is her business. Are we gonna let ourselves be swindled into hurting her by this guy?”
It seemed like, roused by Mr. and Mrs. Cake, the whole town was starting to shake off the spell that Imago had managed to put them under and soon they began to join them, some eagerly, some reluctantly, but they all came forth, forming a protective line between Velvet and the Changeling Prince.
“Muhahaha,” Imago laughed. “You don't get it, do you? You might refuse to hate her, but in doing so you hate me even more, making me more powerful than ever. You can't defeat HATE INCARNATE!” Firing up his horn and lifting up his hands, he summoned a giant ball of green fire and without a warning threw it at the townsponies.
The magical energy detonated at their hooves and they were thrown around like rag dolls. When, the dust settled, only Velvet and her six original defenders remained standing.
“You've meddled for long enough. Time to end this.” With that the Changeling prepared for another attack.
Nothing seemed to be able to stop him and Velvet closed her eyes as the magic hurled in her direction. “I'm sorry, Twilight,” she whispered. “I tried to save you.”
Just then something happened, a brilliant beam of multicoloured light came out of the sky and engulfed the six ponies plus one dragon. “What?” Imago growled as his attack was deflected by the rainbow of light.
“Hey, ah know this feeling,” Big Mac said in amazement, opening and closing his hands while standing in an orange glow. “Feels like mah sister.”
Thunderlane was giggling uncontrollably for some reason. “Hey, what's up with this blue light?”
Snowflake was looking up into the warm, pink glow that was giving him shelter. It was clear who he was thinking off.
Spike looked over at Aloe and Lotus with envy as the two startled spa workers murmured the name of their best customer. “Aw, nuts,” he muttered as he realized where the red beam around him had originated from. “I really am the new Rainbow Dash.”
Imago was clutching his chest again. “What is this warm, fuzzy feeling? It's sickening.”
“It's the Elements of Harmony,” Velvet realized in awe. “Then that must mean Twilight … “
Imago grimaced. “Looks like you've figured it out,” he said, holding one hand over the ground. After a brief rumbling noise two cocoons broke through the surface. One was holding an unconscious Night Light and in the other was …
“Twilight!” Velvet cried out. Finally she knew where she was. She had been here all along, in Ponyville. She had to give Imago credit. Nopony had thought to look for her here after her disappearance. Finally she could be saved. But there remained one obstacle.
Imago was placing a hand on Twilight's cocoon with a look that said here was his last ace. “Your Elements won't do you any good without hers. You still can't beat me.” He traced the outside of Twilight's prison almost lovingly. “You're daughter is very pretty. I think I'll keep her as my concubine, when I'm crowned King of Equestria.”
With that announcement something snapped inside Velvet. Just at the same moment as the combined blue and pink beam of magic from the far north burst out of the sky and engulfed her just like the Elements had done the others. It drew upon something primal so deep within her very being that Velvet didn't even notice the ground shaking beneath her. Her voice was not that of a soft-spoken romance novelist anymore, but the rumble of a wild tigress defending her cub. “Don't you bucking DARE LAY A HAND ON MY DAUGHTER!!!”
Imago suddenly recoiled from the spark of light that came from inside Twilight's prison. Velvet could hear her daughter's voice speak directly inside her mind and judging by the confused looks on the faces of the momentary Element Bearers, they heard it, too.
The magic contained in my Element can not simply be overcome by hate. As long as there are ponies who carry on the spirit of the Elements of Harmony, there will always be a way.
Loyalty.
Honesty.
Generosity.
Kindness.
Laughter.
When these Elements are present, a spark will ignite them. A different kind of spark, that spark is...
“...Passion,” Velvet finished and a brilliant beam of white light burst forth from the Princess of Magic and hit her mother. The writer could feel herself being lifted up into the air. Her shoulders burned as two wings sprouted on her back and the cool touch of gilded steel pressed in on her skin as she was encased in ancient armour much like the ones the pegasi of old wore before the unification.
Velvet opened her eyes to find herself hovering inches above the ground, a large, round shield strapped to her left arm and a golden lance in her right.
For the first time Imago seemed to become unsure of his victory and with a growl he shot another burst of his sickly green magic directly at her. Velvet moved on instinct and her hastily raised shield took the brunt of the assault. She could feel herself being pushed back by the sheer pressure of it and once again fear and self-loathing about her past actions threatened to overcome her.
But then she could feel the warm glow of true friendship and love steady her as six pairs of hands pressed on her back. A tear rolled down her cheek as she realized there was nothing to be afraid of. Her friends and her daughter were with her.
With a savage cry Twilight Velvet threw herself against the attack and angled her shield to deflect the blow. Her wings propelled her forward and she flew at her enemy with such speed that she barely had time to aim the lance. She swung.
Imago fell to the ground, howling in pain and Velvet stood over him, pressing the tip of her weapon against his throat. He gave her a look of defiance and prepared for another spell, but again he howled in pain as mere sparks came from his forehead. He felt atop his head and looked up at her in horror. “MY HORN! You cut off my horn!”
Velvet gave him a look of contempt. “That's right. Now you can never again use your powers to hurt others. Be grateful I didn't cut off another extremity that sprung to mind.” She pressed the lance closer to his throat, drawing a little blood. “I have every reason to kill you, but I won't. You're somepony's son and I bet even Queen Chrysalis, deep down in that shriveled black lump of coal she calls a heart, loves you. Maybe even enough to withdraw her army in exchange for your safe return.”
She looked over to Snowflake, Thunderlane and Big Mac. “Take him.”
“Where to?” Big Mac inquired, after the two Wonderbolt cadets had overpowered and secured him between the two of them.
“The basement of Sugarcube Corner,” Velvet said with a grin. “You ought to find everything you need to hold him there.” Then she turned her attention to the two cocoons. “Spike, see to your uncle,” she ordered and as the dragon got to work to claw him out, Velvet cut Twilight's prison open.
She caught her daughter in her arms. The purple mare coughed up some more of the green goo that was covering her and her eyes fluttered halfway open. “Mom?” she asked weakly.
“It's okay now, baby,” Velvet said with tears in her eyes and pressing her child against her chest. “Mommy's here now and everything's going to be fine.”
Author's Note
Before you get ready to sharpen the stakes and cut off my head for turning Velvet into an alicorn and an Element, read the epilogue. You'll find that I didn't really alter the status quo all that much.
Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark
Epilogue: A Mother's Love
Epilogue: A Mother's Love
Three days had passed since the showdown in the market place. Chrysalis and Celestia had arrived shortly after the fight and the Queen of the Changelings had taken her renegade son into custody. To everypony's lasting surprise she had even apologized for his behaviour, before grounding him for two months. The army had then escorted the delegation back to the Equestrian-Changeling border without trouble. Twilight had made a speedy recovery and had just been released from the Ponyville hospital.
Twilight, Velvet and Princess Celestia were sitting in the former's living room at the library over tea to digest what had happened. True to her word Velvet began with a full account of what she had been up to since coming to Ponyville that set Twilight's ears aflame.
“Eight Diamond Dogs,” the Element of Magic asked with a blush, after not having uttered a single word while her mother had been talking. “That's … “
“Disgusting?” Velvet suggested, her ears hanging low. “Horrible? Unforgivable?”
Twilight laid a gentle hand on her mother's arm. “I was going for amazing.” She looked up at her with tears in her eyes. “Mom, you went through all of that for me?”
The writer smiled. “Of course. No mother could do less. But aren't you upset about all the others?”
Twilight shook her head. “Never. How could I deny you or them your innocent fun? There's nothing wrong about the passion two ponies share. Or a pony and a dragon. Or a pony and a zebra. Or … ”
“I get it,” Velvet said a little embarrassed. “But what about the news articles?”
“I never even was angry at dad, well a little perhaps. But that's a moot point now that it turns out he didn't do it. What I was angry about was that nopony told me. I'm a grown mare now. I don't need to be shielded from the world. If you and dad have problems, I want to know about it.”
“No more secrets,” Velvet promised.
Twilight squinted her eyes at her. “You know what I want to hear. Say it.”
Velvet chuckled. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
Mother and daughter chuckled. Then Twilight grew serious again and looked at Celestia. “How is my dad?”
“He'll make a full recovery,” Celestia said calmly. “But he'll have to stay hospitalized for a while longer. Six months in that cocoon left him pretty malnourished. I'm told he can have visitors starting tomorrow.”
Twilight nodded. “I'll go visit him, then.”
Velvet laid a hand on her daughter's shoulder. “We will visit him.”
“Are you and dad gonna be alright?”
The older mare sighed. “I don't know,” she said truthfully. “I told you we had our troubles even before Imago took his place. If it hadn't been for that, he wouldn't have been able to pull it off in the first place.” A slight smile crossed her face then. “But I'm willing to try, if he is.”
Celestia coughed. “Now, about the Elements.”
Twilight looked at her teacher. “That's right. Is my mother an Element of Harmony now?”
Celestia smiled. “Hardly. I'm pretty sure it was a one time thing. Since you were out of commission, your Element must have honed in on Velvet instead, since you're so closely related. It then called out to the other Elements, who in turn sought out temporary hosts as well. The power infusion from Shining Armor and Cadence then enabled your mother to activate the Elements, bringing an entirely new Element into existence for a brief time, the Element of Passion. The circumstances were rather extraordinary, so I don't see it happening again. You and your friends are still the bearers of the Elements of Harmony.”
“Oh, good,” Velvet sighed in relief. She had been completely freaked out by her new wings, until they had vanished after a day. “I'm too old for this.” She gave her daughter a wink. “Protecting Equestria is a young mare's game.” Then she looked at the Princess gravely. “I'm just sorry to have caused you so much trouble.”
Celestia shook her head. “I've dealt with the press before. I was a young mare once, too.” Velvet wanted to argue that point, but then realized that in Celestia's eyes she herself was probably nothing more than a filly. “While your methods are unorthodox, I certainly can't argue with your results. The fact that the Elements of Harmony had suitable hosts for this crisis was down to you. You saved Equestria by the power of your passion and as I understand it, everypony has come to realize that.”
Indeed over the past three days almost every pony in town had come to pay her a visit and apologize for their initial behaviour, when they had found out. Velvet had been quick to forgive all of them. In her mind it was clear that their reactions had been in part due to Imago's influence. Love and tolerance were the very foundation stones of Ponyville, after all. At this point she couldn't even understand what she had been so afraid of in the first place.
“Thank you, Princess,” Velvet frowned. “Please don't think I'm being rude. But I'd really like to spend some time alone with my daughter now. It feels like so much has happened that I haven't seen her in ages.”
“That's quite alright, Mrs. Sparkle,” the white alicorn said gently and stood up. “I must be getting back to Canterlot, anyway. Until we meet again.”
When mother and daughter were alone, Velvet beamed. “Now then. Spike's over at Rarity's house, so it's just you and me. We can finally spend some quality time together. What do you wanna do?”
“Don't you have to finish your novel?”
Velvet levitated the finished manuscript over proudly. “Nope, all done. Already sent a copy off to my editor. She says, it's the best I've ever written. I'm all yours.”
“Well,” Twilight fidgeted. “There's one thing I missed more than anything, since I moved out. I still got the box safely tucked away under my bed.”
Velvet raised an eyebrow. “Twilight. We haven't done this since your 18th birthday.”
“Please?” the purple mare asked with puppy-dog-eyes. “I really need this to relax after everything that's happened.”
“Well, alright,” the novelist chuckled. “But I'm gonna have to slip into something more comfortable first.”
“Forget that,” Twilight said, pulling her mother up from the sofa. “Just come up to my room.”
“This is why I keep telling you, you need to find a husband.”
The alicorn grinned at her. “Be serious, mom. I can't do this with a husband and Spike's no good either.”
* * *
20 minutes later Spike returned to the library and found the ground floor empty. Spending the evening with his new very special somepony Rarity had put him in a great mood. Tomorrow they were going on a double date with Fluttershy and Snowflake. Now he just needed to make sure that Twilight and Velvet had made up, before he went to bed.
He made his way upstairs and was about to knock on Twilight's door, when he heard a moan from the other side.
“Mom, cut it out. You know I'm ticklish there,” he could hear the librarian's muffled voice.
“Don't move around so much then. You don't hear me complaining about your wings getting in the way, do you?” was Velvet's answer.
“I can't help it. They always get stiff, when I'm excited.”
Spike groaned. They were at it again.
Velvet grunted. “I can't hold it much longer. Do it already.”
“Okay, here I go,” Twilight said, panting heavily. “Right hand on green.”
“You're kidding.”
After a short shuffle, Spike could hear two bodies crash to the ground and he opened the door to see two fully clothed mares sprawled on the ground in a giggling heap.
“That one was your fault,” Twilight laughed.
“No it wasn't,” Velvet replied. Then she realized the young dragon standing in the door. “Hey, Spike. Care to join us for a game?”
He looked with distaste at the colourful mattress and the spinning wheel. He had always been bad at this game, since his tail got in the way. “No, thanks. Aren't you a little old for playing Twister?”
Twilight gave him a shocked look. “Too old to have fun with my mom? Never.”
Velvet smiled contentedly. “This reminds me of when you were all young.” She looked over at her daughter. “Once Night Light is better, I think I'll go and visit your brother in the Crystal Empire. Wanna come along?”
The End … or is it?
Author's Note
Gottcha.
Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark
Here I'll notify you of and link to any stories that can be considered sequels or are in other ways connected to Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark. So for those of you who favourited, you won't miss a thing. Everytime a new link is updated, I'll republish this chapter.
We kick things off with Cadence & Luna: Naughty Night Nurses in which the real Night Light finally gets some lovin', sorta.
What are you still doing here? It's Alicorn Night Nurses! Go read it!
Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark
Prologue: Welcome to Ponyville Today
Prologue: Welcome to Ponyville Today
Sleep had been lying over her body like a warm blanket that had even blotted out the rocking motion of the train from her mind. Thus it took Twilight Velvet a moment to react to the foreign voice and hand that shook her gently.
“What?” she asked groggily, blinking away the tears from waking up. For an instant she thought that it had been Night Light who had awoken her like so many years ago.
“Tickets, please,” the conductor said in a neutral tone.
“Oh, right.” Velvet grabbed her handbag, which rested on the seat next to hers, and rummaged through it for a moment. As she did so something spilled out and hit the carpeted floor of the compartment.
Whatever it was started to roll around and hit the conductor’s feet. Trying to be a gentlecolt, he stooped to pick it up. Suddenly he made a surprised noise and froze on the spot.
“Something wrong?” the mare asked.
“You,... uh,” he began. She could see him blush through his grey coat. Timidly he held out what he had picked up in his hand. “I... think you dropped this, ma'am.”
Twilight's eyes wandered down to see a bright pink, distinctly phallic shaped object. She could literally feel her face turn a bright crimson in the shocked second of silence that followed. Then she quickly grabbed the offending article and buried it back in her purse as deeply as she could, stammering a quick thank you. Unfortunately that action had accidentally moved a switch and her purse was now vibrating quite noticeably.
The conductor coughed uncomfortably, trying to the best of his abilities not to meet her eyes and ignoring the buzzing sound hanging in the air. “No problem, ma'am, … erm … but I still need to see that ticket.”
“R-Right,” Velvet laughed with that same twitch in her left eye that could also be seen on her daughter's face, when she was put in an awkward position and finally produced her ticket.
The grey stallion clipped it and handed it back to her. “We'll be arriving in Ponyville in five minutes. Please be sure you've gathered all your longings...” There was another awkward pause. “Belongings, before departing the train,” he corrected himself, turning stiffly on his heel and exiting the compartment.
Twilight Velvet waited until the sliding door had closed, then buried her face in her handbag and groaned loudly into it. What a great way to start her vacation. Once again she rooted around the handbag, this time purposefully seeking out the dildo and shutting it off irritably. Her only saving grace had been that nopony else had been sitting in this particular compartment.
Finally the train pulled into Ponyville station and Velvet stepped off, pulling her trolley and suitcase behind her and with her handbag slung across her shoulder. Looking around she couldn't spot any familiar faces. Strange, she thought. Her daughter had promised to pick her up. Did Twilight forget? She was usually so organized.
Velvet turned as somepony tapped her on the shoulder. To say she was shocked, when she found herself staring down the barrel of a canon, would have been an understatement. But only when a load of confetti exploded in her face with a loud bang did she stumble back and sat down hard on the platform.
Feeling as if all sanity had suddenly abandoned the world, Velvet could only watch as a grinning pink mare stepped out from behind the canon and began to sing.
Hello Hello Hello A warm welcome to you Hello Hello Hello I say how are you? Hello Hello Hello I say hey hey hurray Welcome welcome welcome To Pooonyyyyville this daaaaaaaaaaay!
When the song was finished, an embarrassed looking teenage dragon stood at her side, offering a helpful claw. “Sorry, auntie,” he apologized. “But there's no stopping her, when she gets like this.”
Velvet smiled and took the claw to pull herself up. “It's alright. Thank you, Spike.” Turning to the hyperactive mare once more, a glimmer of recognition hit her. She had met her a year ago at Shining Armor's wedding for the first time. “You are Ms. Pinkie Pie, aren't you? One of my daughter's friends? I can certainly see why you're the Element of Laughter.”
“Did you like my Welcome Song, Mrs. Sparkle? Did you? Did you?” she asked, bouncing up and down. Evidently she was completely incapable of remaining still for even a minute. "They told me I couldn't use the same lyrics I used for Cranky Doodle Donkey's Welcome Song, so I changed them around a bit."
“Well,” Velvet replied evasively. “This was certainly the most … unique welcome I've ever received.” Judging by Pinkie's ear-splitting grin she considered that a compliment.
Twilight's mother turned her attention back to Spike and ruffled the scales on his head for a bit. “My, you've certainly grown since we last saw each other.” It wasn't just small-talk either. Only a year ago he had barely reached her hips, but now the young dragon was almost as tall as she was.
“Hasn't he?” Pinkie chirped in. “And he hasn't even trashed a single building since this latest growth spurt.”
“Pardon?”
“Let me get your bags, auntie!” Spike shouted, obviously trying to change the subject.
Velvet raised an eyebrow, but decided to let the matter drop. There was something more important weighing on her mind. “I'm really grateful for your welcome, both of you. But where is Twilight? I thought she was going to be here.”
“Right,” Spike answered. “She's awfully sorry about that, but the mayor suddenly wanted to meet her, so she sent me to pick you up instead.”
Velvet sighed. “Oh, I see. My daughter, the princess, huh?” She understood, of course. But there was that irrational part of her that wondered whether Twilight would rather play politics than see her mother.
“Twilight's been really busy,” Pinkie said. “That's why my Pinkie sense told me that there was somepony at the train station who needed a replacement welcome.”
Velvet gave Spike an inquisitive look, but the dragon simply shrugged. “It's Pinkie Pie. Don't question it. It's better that way.”
“If you say so.”
The trio made their way back to Golden Oaks Library, where Velvet would be staying for the duration of her vacation. Despite the initial shock of her party canon Velvet immediately warmed up to the pink mare and the two where chatting animatedly the whole way.
“Whoa, so you're a novelist, auntie?” Pinkie asked excitedly as the three of them entered the library.
Velvet inwardly cringed at the word 'auntie'. She didn't mind Spike saying it. After all he had been a little baby dragon the first time he had called her that and it was an innocent expression of his affection. While he wasn't so little anymore, the sentiment still held true. But to hear this fully grown mare address her as 'auntie' made Velvet feel positively ancient.
“Please call me Velvet and yes, I've written a book or two in my time.”
“Are you kidding?” Spike said incredulously. “She's just being modest. Here, let me show you something.” He put down the luggage and stood in front of a bookshelf in the centre of the main floor. It was completely ordinary, yet Spike gestured toward it as if showing off Canterlot's Crown Jewels. “Ta-dah!”
Velvet gasped. The entire top row was made up of her own works. Wistfully she ran a finger along the spines, as if to gently greet an old lover.
“Twilight always makes sure this one is finished first on Reshelving Day and she takes extra care with it,” he announced proudly.
“I had no idea. Have you read these, Spike?” Pinkie asked, picking out one of the books at random.
“A few,” he admitted, noticing the one Pinkie had picked up. “Not that one, though. Twilight wouldn't let me read any with that mark on it.” He pointed at the corner of the cover. 'Rated M'.
Pinkie gasped. “Oooohhh, I seeee. It's because.... mpfh.”
Velvet had shoved a hand over the pink pony's mouth and was shaking her head.
“Oh, come on, auntie,” Spike said with a dead-pan look. “I know what the M stands for.”
“You do?” Velvet asked, a little frazzled.
Spike nodded and crossed his arms in front of him. “Twilight said it stood for 'Mares only'. So I'm betting it's probably full of girly stuff and such things.”
Velvet giggled nervously. “Right, of course. That's exactly what it means. It would probably bore you to death, anyway. That's why she didn't want you to read it.”
Spike narrowed his eyes. He wasn't a baby dragon anymore, so perhaps he was starting to suspect something fishy was going on. But to Velvet's relief he shrugged, putting the matter out of his mind and turned his attention back to the luggage. “I'll take those upstairs and finish making up the guest room for you, auntie.”
“Please do, Spike. Thank you so much. You're a real gentledrake,” Velvet called after him. Once he was out of sight, she let out an explosive sigh and removed her hand from Pinkie's mouth, revealing a huge grin from the pastry chef.
“Ohhhhh, that juicy, is it? I know what I'm reading before bed tonight,” she announced with sparkling eyes.
Velvet was about to respond, when she saw the title of the book in question for the first time. 'A Knight in Shining Armor'. She had written that one when her life seemed all but perfect. She had recently been married to Night Light and her first foal had been on the way. It was as if all her hopes and dreams had been poured onto the pages. The fact that this included intimate scenes was just an expression of how perfectly content she'd been at that point in her life.
“Please do, Miss Pinkie” she said with a genuine smile at the memory. “It's one of my finer works.”
The pink pony giddily filled out the form to borrow the book from the library. “Spiiiike,” she called up the stares. “I'm checking out a book. I'm leaving the receipt on the desk.”
“Okaaaay,” the dragon called back. “I'll take care of it later.”
Pinkie hopped back over to Velvet and produced two coupons seemingly out of thin air. “These are good for two free cupcakes at Sugarcube Corner,” she said, pressing them into the older mare's hands. “You should totally come over with Twilight sometime. She's been so busy lately that I hardly get to see her.”
“I certainly ...”
Velvet was cut off, when Pinkie gasped and jumped two feet into the air. “OHMYGODITOTALLYFORGOTITWASLICKETYSPLITSBIRTHDAYTODAYANDISTILLHAVETOGETEVERYTHINGREADYFORHISSURPRISEPARTYSORRYAUNTIEBUTIHAVETOGETGOINGSEEYOUAROUND!!!!” By the time she had finished saying that, she was already through the door and halfway across Ponyville.
“... will,” Velvet finished her sentence, standing dumbfounded in the empty library and holding two coupons for cupcakes in her hands. She giggled to herself. “Twilight certainly has made some interesting friends.”
Author's Note
This is my first MLP fanfic, but I've been around the old writing block before. So don't pull your punches, when you think I screwed up somewhere. I encourage constructive criticism.
The idea for this came, when I saw the text on the Twilight Velvet card from the blind bags: “Twilight Velvet loves writing stories about adventures.”
Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark
Chapter 5: Cupcakes ... wait, WHAT!?
Chapter 5: Cupcakes …. wait, WHAT!?
(So I felt the need to point this out before the actual chapter rather than in the author's notes: Despite the implications of the title I can assure you that, no, I did not in fact go there. There is no gore in this chapter. Pinkie Promise. There is, however, gonna be some BDSM play involved. So if you don't like that sort of thing, you have been warned.)
It was the third time today Velvet had made her way to Spike's door and knocked softly. “Spike, I've made us some lunch. Won't you come down?”
“I'm not hungry, auntie,” the muffled voice of the dragon came through the door. He had come home from his date with Rarity last night, wordlessly gone up to his room and since then she had seen neither claw nor scale of him.
“You've gotta come out sometime,” she said, trying to turn the doorknob without success. What a time for him to remember that his door actually had a lock on it.
“No, I don't. I'm never coming out again. There's no point to it.”
“Don't you want to talk about what happened?” Velvet knew that, if anyone, only Twilight would be able to make him open up, but she was still not back from handling the crisis in Cloudsdale and there was no word when she would be.
“Leave me alone, auntie,” Spike wailed.
Velvet sighed. “Alright then. I'll leave your plate in the fridge, if you change your mind. You can always reheat it with a simple huff and a puff.” She hoped the joke would get some kind of reaction out of him, but there was nothing.
Dejectedly she made her way downstairs and sat down on the couch, her head held between her hands. Evidently his confession hadn't gone the way he had wanted it to. What on earth could Rarity have said to him? Then again, Spike was a very sensitive guy, so it was altogether possible for him to be in this state, even if she had let him down gently.
Velvet was at a complete loss. Not even Shining Armor had been this crushed, when he had asked out Cadence for the first time and been shot down in flames for being too irresponsible. Of course that problem had worked itself out, after her son had started training as a royal guard. In that regard Velvet was immensely grateful to her daughter-in-law. If it hadn't been for her, he would likely not have had the drive to become a Captain of the Guard by himself.
But Spike's problem was altogether different. If Rarity had turned him down on account of their age difference for example, there wasn't any amount of perseverance that could really change that fact. Velvet had tried everything she could think of to cheer him up, well, almost everything. But she wasn't convinced that offering pity sex would actually solve his problem or even be appreciated at this point. When one was heartbroken over a radiant beauty like Rarity, an old mare like herself would probably make for a poor consolation prize.
Velvet sighed again and leaned back into the couch cushions. There was no way she could get back to writing her novel while her nephew was suffering upstairs. Her eyes wandered across the room and fell on the two brightly coloured coupons, Pinkie had given her on the day she had arrived in Ponyville.
“Hang on,” Velvet mumbled to herself, biting her thumbnail. “Spike once told me about this amazing sapphire cupcake, the Cakes gave him for his birthday.”
Guiltily she reminded herself that she had planned to use those to spend some quality time with Twilight. But this was an emergency. Spike's well-being was at stake. And besides, she told herself, she could still have cupcakes with her daughter later. She would just have to pay for them.
Nodding to herself, Velvet grabbed the tickets and stuffed them into her purse. “Spike!” she called up. “I'm going out for a bit. Will you be alright by yourself for a while?”
As soon as she heard the muffled grunt of confirmation, she was halfway out the front door and off to Sugarcube Corner. She was a mare with a mission!
* * *
“Welcome to Sugarcube Corner, auntie!” Pinkie greeted cheerfully as she walked into the pastry shop, the bells above the entrance giving off a delightful jingle.
“Hello, Pinkie. It's nice to see you again.” Velvet walked right up to the counter. The lunch rush was already over and thus the floor was empty except for the pink pony at the cash register.
“Come to cash in those coupons, huh? What can I get you?”
“Well, one coupon at least,” Velvet confirmed. “You see, Spike is feeling a little blue today, so I thought I'd cheer him up a bit.”
The pink mare gasped. “Spike down in the dumps? I'll throw him a big 'forget all your troubles' party! I'll have to invite all our friends. Fluttershy and Rarity and … “
“No,” Velvet said immediately. The last thing Spike needed right now was a party with Rarity in attendance. Seeing the disappointed look on Pinkie's face, she coughed. “He's not feeling too well physically, you see,” she lied. “Might have a touch of something. So while he rests up, I thought I'd surprise him with one of those sapphire cupcakes I've heard about.”
Her ears perked up again and she rushed over to the kitchen door to pass on the order. “It might take a while,” she said, returning to the counter. “They're not exactly in high demand and Mr. and Mrs. Cake have to make the batter from scratch. Can I get you anything while we wait?”
“Oh no, thank you. I'm really not all that hungry.”
“Oh, come on. You know what they say. Mares have an extra stomach for sweets.” She pushed Velvet towards the side of the room and down onto a chair. “We're trying out a new recipe at the moment. Blackberry. Limited time offer!”
“Well,” Velvet faltered under the pink pony's youthful energy. “If you insist, I guess I'll try one.”
“Okey-dokey-lokey!” She bounced back to the counter and took a cupcake with purple icing out of the display case. What Velvet couldn't see behind her turned back was that Pinkie had taken a flask with a sickly green liquid out of her apron pocket. With a grin she unstoppered it and carefully let one drop fall onto the dessert. It dissolved with a hiss into the icing.
“Here you go, auntie,” Pinkie said happily, setting the treat down on the table in front of Velvet.
The unicorn mare looked at it and then at the grinning earth pony who was staring at her intently. It looked like she wasn't gonna go away until she had seen her immediate reaction. But the stare made Velvet a little uncomfortable, like there was something else behind the obvious mirth in her eyes. “Here I go,” she said with a nervous smile and took a bite.
It was quite possibly the tastiest thing she had ever eaten. “Oh, it's amazing, Pinkie,” she moaned, going for a second bite. The icing melted on her tongue, sending a sugery wave of pure delight to every corner of her mouth. She finished the whole thing off in under a minute.
“Well, what did you think?” the party pony asked.
“Oh, it was splendid. Only after one bite right in the centre I had a strange bitter aftertaste in my mouth. But otherwise it was perfect.” Just as she had finished, however, a momentary feeling of dizziness hit her.
“Something wrong, auntie?” Pinkie inquired, her voice sounding strangely muffled to Velvet's ears. Looking up at her grinning face, Velvet's vision began to swim and her eyelids felt heavy all of a sudden.
“I don't know,” she muttered, holding her head and standing up. “I don't feel so good.” As soon as she had pushed the chair away, she could feel her knees grow weak and buckle under her. With a mumbled apology she stumbled into Pinkie's arms.
“Aww, poor dear,” the pastry chef said, stroking the older mare's mane soothingly. “You must have caught whatever Spike has. Come with me. You can lie down in my room for a bit.”
“That sounds like a good idea.” She didn't even consider that having caught something from Spike was a physical impossibility, since the dragon wasn't actually sick in the first place. Her mind just felt so numb and tired.
“I'll take good care of you. Trust me, auntie. This'll be fun.” Those were the last words she heard from Pinkie, before the world went dark around her.
* * *
Velvet was woken up by an uncomfortable feeling around her wrists and ankles. With a groan and a splitting headache she opened her eyes. That was strange, she was sure her eyelids had fluttered open, but all she could see was blackness. As she got accustomed to the darkness, she could make out some rough shapes.
Whatever she was resting against was quite cold and hard, so she decided to get up, but found she was unable to. She craned her neck up and saw the reason why. Her wrists were bound with leather straps to what seemed to be a wooden cross that was at a 45 degree angle to the ground. Her eyes shot downwards and her hooves were being held in place by similar restraints. “What's going on?” she asked in a panic and began to struggle.
“Ah, it would seem the slave has awoken,” a familiar voice said behind her. Pinkie Pie stepped into her field of vision, only it wasn't Pinkie Pie. At least she looked so radically different that she might as well have been another pony entirely.
She was wearing thigh-high leather up boots. Black stockings peeked out at the top of them that were connected to a black lace garter belt and panties. Her usually puffy hair was combed straight and her head was crowned by a dark blue peaked officer's cap. Velvet wasn't sure, but the insignia on it reminded her of those worn by officers of the Lunar Rebellion a thousand years ago. Her upper body was bare, showing off her breasts. More alarmingly, however, she was gingerly holding a horsewhip in her gloved hands.
“Welcome to Madame Pinkemena's Chamber of Pain,” she said with a mad glint in her eyes. Then in a split second her demeanor changed back to her old self. “Do you like my Chamber of Pain? Cool, huh? I just got it.”
“Pinkie, what's going on? Why are you dressed like that?”
With a smirk she pointed the whip at Velvet. “I could ask you the same thing.”
Only now Velvet realized that she was in fact stripped to her panties. Did Pinkie remove her clothes while she was out?
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Pinkamena said, pressing the tip of the whip between Velvet's thighs. “Black velvet panties. Apt, but slightly naughty, don't you think? Are you a naughty girl, Velvet?” Again she changed back her personality and moved her face close to Velvet's for a moment. “By the way, the safe word is 'cupcakes'.”
“What? You're creeping me out.”
“Silence, slave! You are a naughty girl and must be punished. But I can make it worth your while, if you are a good little slave and call me 'Mistress'.”
“You're not making any sense!”
Her face hardened and she stared Velvet down. “THAT IS NOT HOW YOU ADDRESS YOUR MISTRESS!” Faster than the eye could see Pinkie brought the whip cracking down on Velvet's bare breasts.
“Ouch!” she cried out in pain. “CUPCAKES!”
Instantly Pinkie dropped the whip and held her hands in front of her face. “Sorry, was that too hard? I've never done this before.”
Velvet's eye was twitching. She wasn't sure what was more terrifying. The situation she was currently in or the back and forth between the young mare's personalities. Still there was one thing she had over her. Taking a deep breath, she summoned that power from deep within that only a mother knew how to access. “Pinkamena Diane Pie,” she said in a voice that carried enough steel in it to forge a set of medieval armor out of. “You will release me from this table at once, young lady or Celestia help me …”
“Eep, yes ma'am,” she squieked, rushing over and undoing the straps on Velvet's wrists and ankles.
“Now,” Velvet said sternly, crossing her arms in front of her to cover her bare breasts. “I want an explanation and you better make it good.”
“I ...” Pinkie stifled a sniffle. “I thought you'd like it. After I finished your first book, I read another one. 'Canterlot Secret Society.' The scene where the servant girl brought the duchess to the dungeon of her own manor to teach her a lesson was just so steamy. I wanted to try out the stuff that was in the pages. And since you wrote it, I figured you were into this kind of thing. It just looked like so much fun.”
Velvet shook her head in disgust. “That's no justification to slip me a knock-out drug and bring me down here against my will. At least you had the sense to set up a safe word.”
Pinkie began to sob quietly. “I'm sorry.” There was something distinctly upsetting about seeing the usually happy mare reduced to tears, perhaps even more than this bizarre turn of events itself.
Calming down and looking around the candle-lit room Velvet began to pick out details. Pinkie had actually done a remarkably good job at recreating the scene from her novel. Where had she even gotten all this stuff? She sighed. “Look. I've done some research on this kind of thing, when I wrote that novel, yes. It can be fun for some people. But you're going about it the wrong way. Now I want you to promise me that you'll never do anything like this again.”
“I'm sorry, auntie. I'll never do it again. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
Velvet nodded. She had heard from Twilight that a Pinkie Promise was considered an unbreakable oath here in Ponyville. She walked over to the sobbing mare and gently stroked her mane. “It's okay, dearie. I forgive you and we'll keep this a secret between us. Where the hay are we, anyway?”
“The basement of Sugarcube Corner. It's soundproof, because I practice my songs in here. So I thought it would be perfect.”
“But how did you get all this stuff in here?”
Pinkie shrugged. “I just removed the fourth wall and brought it in through there.”
Velvet raised an eyebrow, but didn't pursue the matter any further. “Pinkie Pie, you are so random,” she said with a light chuckle.
That actually managed to bring a small smile back to her face. “Hey, that's what Twilight says.”
“Now then,” Velvet said, picking up the whip from the floor. Then she took the cap from Pinkie's head and put it on herself. “Since I'm partially responsible for this occurrence, I'm gonna have to take responsibility and teach you how to do it right. That's if you're still interested.”
The pink pony looked at her in amazement and with a poof her mane returned to its usual cotton candy texture. “Really?” she asked with sparkling eyes.
Velvet nodded. She wasn't going to admit it, but going to such extremes to recreate a scene from her novel was immensely gratifying. And she had dealt with her share of crazy fans before. More importantly, though, something she had written had given this impressionable young mare the wrong idea about certain things. She had a duty to set her straight now.
Her eyes hardened and she cracked the whip in her palm. “But you had better obey your Mistress.”
“Yes, auntie ...”
Velvet cracked the whip and it scraped Pinkie's bottom. It was a light spanking, though, and didn't cause too much pain.
“M-mistress,” Pinkie corrected herself.
Taking some rope from a nearby table, Velvet bound her hands together in front of her, then led her over to a bunch of chains that were hanging from the ceiling. She gave them a yank and nodded. They seemed sturdy enough. She took Pinkie's arms and draped the binding over a large iron hook. “Put your legs through these slings,” she commanded.
Pinkie did as she was told obediently and Velvet tightened the leather bracers around Pinkie's knees. Her thick leather boots would be perfect to distribute the pressure and thus not cut off any blood vessels for what she had in mind. “What are you going to do?”
Velvet looked over at a chain that was secured on the far wall. “You'll see. Now brace yourself, dear.” She fired up her horn and levitated the chain out of its holding position.
With a yelp of surprise the pink mare was hoisted upwards as the pulley system across the ceiling tightened. “Oh, so that's what those are for,” Pinkie said, dangling in mid-air and looking at Velvet. “I had been wondering about that, since you didn't use them in the scene.”
“Backdrop can be just as important as the characters, when it comes to writing. It sets the mood.” She slowly walked 360 degrees around her toy, tracing her bare coat with her finger in places. Finally she came to a stop between her legs, which were being spread wide apart by the contraption.
“That's pretty embarrassing,” Pinkie gulped, her cheeks flushed.
“Well, that's the point, isn't it? You said it yourself. Naughty girls have to be punished. Remember all you have to do is say 'cupcakes' and I'll let you down. But then you're not gonna get your reward, you little bitch.”
Pinkie shuddered. “Why does it feel so good, when you insult me that?”
“Because you're a little whore, that's why. You brought me down here, because you secretly hoped I would turn the tables on you, didn't you? I bet you've been fantasizing about me, when you read my books.”
“N-no, I haven't,” she protested meekly.
Velvet chuckled. “Oh, don't lie to me. I'll prove it upon your body.” A smile crossed her face, when she shifted the trapped pony's panties to the side. She inserted a finger into the pink folds with a satisfying squelch and a gasp escaped Pinkie's mouth. “See? You're already this wet.” She moved around, spreading the sticky liquid between her fingers right in front of Pinkie's eyes. “But I'll forgive the lie, if you lick it off and apologize.”
After a momentary hesitation, Pinkie stuck out her tongue and began sucking on Velvet's fingers. “I'm shorry, Mishtressh.”
“That's a good little slut,” Velvet patted her head. “Now you can have your reward.” She moved back between her thighs and gave Pinkie's moist marehood a slurping kiss. She gasped in joy in response and, not beating around the bush, Velvet screwed her tongue in further. A mixture of moans and wet slurping noises filled the cold chamber.
“Mmmhh.” Judging from her reactions Pinkie was definitely enjoying this. “Mistress … please, can you do that thing with the candle wax?”
Velvet stopped, swallowing some of her partner's fluids. “Are you sure about that?” she asked, momentarily dropping character and looking up at her with worry. “It's not just the pain. It's also very hard to get out of your coat later and it leaves marks.”
“So I can't wear shirts with a bare midriff for a while. Pleeeaaase?”
“Alright,” Velvet agreed, levitating a large red candle over Pinkie's stomach with her magic. “Remember the safe word now.”
Pinkie nodded and the candle slowly tilted. Oddly enough Pinkie's tail began to twitch a little before the first droplet of hot wax even fell. When it did hit her skin, however, her whole body shivered. “Yes, I've been a bad girl. Punish me more.”
She was really getting into this, Velvet thought. She returned her attention to the dripping crevice in front of her while keeping up with the wax. Every time some hit the pink mare, her vagina clamped down on Velvet's tongue.
“Do my breasts, too!”
“What was that, slave?” Velvet asked.
“Please punish my naughty tits, Mistress!” she screamed back in ecstasy.
With a giggle Velvet levitated the candle further along her body and over her cleavage. Being careful not to get any on her nipples, she let some drops fall on her exposed mounds all while continuing to eat her out. She could feel Pinkie's innards contracting now, even when the wax wasn't falling onto her. She was close.
With a grin Velvet spread Pinkie's cheeks and let her own juices cover her anus. Then she took the whip, turned it around and slowly pushed the handle against the pink mare's anus.
“Ahhhn!” Pinkie's whole body gave another shudder in response, although Velvet made sure not to push in very deeply. She was fairly sure that the young mare had no prior experience with anal sex. After a few minutes she had gotten used to the feeling and was back to moaning in pleasure again.
Velvet went all out now, moving her tongue in a twisting motion and giving the whip another small push that brought her partner over the edge.
“It's a doooooozieeeeee!” Pinkie screamed, her whole body shuddering as she came stronger than she ever had in her entire life.
And she was a gusher, too, as Velvet learned, when she got a face full of her love juices. Wiping her streaming face, she used her magic to levitate the candle and the whip away. Then she gently lowered the still convulsing mare back to the ground.
Pinkie was fighting to catch her breath. “Gosh, that was amazing,” she gushed.
Velvet knelt down beside her. “I'm glad you feel that way. Now what did you learn back there?”
The younger mare looked up at her. “That even though there's somepony dominant and somepony submissive, it still goes both ways and what's important is that both parties enjoy the experience.”
Velvet gave her a big smile. “Good. I'm happy you figured that out. Now let's get you cleaned up. You'll catch a cold, if you keep lying in your own juices on the cold floor.”
“Wait!” Pinkie sat up. “We can't stop now. You've done so much for me, but I haven't done anything for you at all. You gotta let me return the favour.”
Velvet frowned. There was no denying that she was incredibly horny at this point. Who wouldn't be in her place? And she hadn't gotten off yet. She looked at the eager pink mare. “Well, alright,” she gave in, taking off the officer's hat and putting it on her head. “You ready to take the reigns, kid?”
Pinkie cracked a huge smile and nodded. “And speaking of reigns … “ She rushed over to an oak chest and pulled out several items, returning with them in her arms, she laid them out on the floor.
Velvet chuckled. “So you still want to play out that scene, huh?”
“Yup.”
“Okay, then.” Velvet cleared her throat, getting into the character she had created on the pages of 'Canterlot Secret Society' so long ago. Giving Pinkie a defiant look, she said: “Why have you brought me down here, you common serving wench?”
Pinkie's eyes sparkled, but she got into character as well. “You no longer get to address me so rudely, your grace. Tonight I shall have my just desserts.” She grabbed Velvet's mane, forcing her to look up at her and spat in her face.
“How dare you!” Velvet recited the line from her own work. “I am the Duchess of Trottingham, you disrespectful peasant! I will have you flogged.”
“The only one who will do a whipping here is me.” She quickly grabbed Velvet's hands and cuffed them. “You've treated us servants like common beasts of burden and playthings for your pleasure long enough. Now it is you who will be harnessed and broken.” Moving around behind her back and applying a soft push between her thighs, she spread Velvet's legs further apart. Velvet didn't offer any resistance. Laying down the steel spreader bar, the 'serving girl' tied her ankles to each end with rope. Then she pushed lightly on Velvet's back, who let herself fall forward, now sitting on all fours.
“You will regret this, wench,” she grated between clenched teeth, a little relieved that this was actually the last of her lines she had to call up from memory.
“Oh, shut up, your grace. I weary of your speech.”
Had she really been this cheesy with her dialogue back in the day, Velvet wondered as Pinkie Pie pushed the ball gag in her mouth and pulled it tight. She made a mental note to check her latest novel for anachronisms, then jumped as she suddenly felt a jolt and heard a tearing sound. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw Pinkie throw her ripped panties away. Shoot, she had actually forgotten about that part of the scene. She was gonna walk home without underwear later on, unless Pinkie lent her some.
“The sow salivates with her lower mouth,” Pinkie laughed while prodding Velvet's wet marehood with the tip of the whip. “Now I shall break this bitch in.” With a thwack the whip hit the cheek of her plot.
Luckily Pinkie had learned her lesson and restrained herself. None of the connects carried the sting from the original blow on the cross. A thought occurred to Velvet. How exactly was she going to use the safe word with that ball gag in her mouth? Well, she could always take it off using her magic, she figured. But so far there was no reason. The sensation started to feel good. Even her nipples rubbing against the rough stone floor felt good.
After a while Pinkie stopped the whipping and picked up a dildo. “Prepare yourself to be ridden into the ground, your grace.” The large object went easily into her. She had been slopping wet for a while now.
“Hmpf.” Her groan of pleasure was muffled by the gag and Pinkie began to thrust the phallic shaped object in and out of her vigorously. Her legs were shivering in delight. Then Pinkie flipped a switch and to Velvet's surprise it turned out to actually be a vibrator. That hadn't been part of the novel, but she didn't mind the ad-libbing. The vibration felt amazing against her insides.
It didn't stop there, however. For some reason Pinkie let go of the sex toy after pushing it in as far as it would go and could be heard moving around. It was still going, though. Then Velvet could feel her tail being lifted up and a warm liquid hit her anus. She looked back over her shoulder, seeing Pinkie lick her lips. She had removed her lace panties and was now wearing a strap-on around her waist. With a grin she climbed on top of Velvet, prodding her second entrance with the tip. This had definitely not been part of the script. She brought her face close to Velvet's ear and whispered. “It felt really good, when you pushed the whip handle in my ass, auntie, so I gotta return the favour.”
Velvet mentally prepared herself for the insertion, but it didn't come immediately. She looked up at Pinkie once more who was watching her face questioningly. Velvet smiled despite the ball gag and nodded at her young friend.
Returning the gesture, Pinkie pushed her hips forward slowly but steadily. Finally she was all the way in and Velvet arched her back. Seeing this, Pinkie reached behind her and flipped the switch on the vibrator again. Apparently it still had a higher setting. With sloshing noises the pastry chef began to grind away.
Velvet's moans grew louder and louder despite the muffling and Pinkie increased her speed steadily. She even grabbed Velvet's mane in the ensuing ecstasy and started pulling it in rhythm with her thrusts. Velvet was being fucked like a bitch in heat in the ass by her daughter's young friend and it felt amazing. She should have been ashamed of herself, but the pleasure washed put any regret from her mind.
Pinkie was breathing hard. The rough grinding of her hips so soon after cumming herself drew her closer to another climax. “Auntie! I'm cumming again. Let's cum together!”
The scene they were playing out was all but forgotten as their private parts slapped against each other and soon they were both ready to finish. Pinkie threw her head back and came first. “Aaaaaahhhhhh!”
With that motion she gave a last hard yank at Velvet's mane that made her arch her back even more and pulled her upper body upright again. With a muffled cry of passion her inner walls squeezed down around the vibrator in her pussy and she came as well.
After a few moments the two mares collapsed on top of each other, the sex toy falling out of Velvet's marehood in the process. The only sounds that could be heard were their laboured breathing and the vibrator flopping around the ground with a buzz in the wet puddle that had formed where the two mares were connected.
“We should get back upstairs,” Pinkie said after a few minutes, gently removing the gag from Velvet's mouth. “I bet the Cakes are ready with that sapphire cupcake for Spike.”
“Yeah,” the older mare replied and then smiled. “This has been fun.”
Pinkie giggled. “You know what? We should do this again soon.”
“Sure, why not?” she replied without thinking. “Oh, by the way. Do you have some panties in my size, I could borrow?”
* * *
To Velvet's lasting delight, her cupcake plan had actually succeeded in drawing Spike out of his seclusion. He was still upset about Rarity, obviously, but at least the tasty treat had brought a small smile to his draconic features.
The dragon had already turned in for the night, but Velvet couldn't sleep. She was sitting in the living area of the library, committing the experiences she had gathered over the day to paper while they were still fresh in her mind.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and the novelist looked up at the clock. “It's 2 in the morning. Who could this be?” It certainly wasn't her daughter returning. After all she had no reason to bang on the door of her own house.
Curiously Velvet got up and went to the door. Even before it was fully open, a pink hand shot up and dangled some handcuffs in front of her face.
“It's soooon!” Pinkie Pie said with a huge grin on her face.
Author's Note
Hm, I'm really not sure how this one is gonna be received, but I won't know unless I post it. I realize that it's probably not everyone's cup of tea. But I'm still looking forward to your comments.
Twilight Velvet's Creative Spark
Chapter 9: The Night is Always Darkest ...
Chapter 9: The Night is Always Darkest …
Velvet was feeling slightly better this morning as she went towards the Ponyville market. Night Light had raised an eyebrow, when she had refused to tell him how exactly she had gotten the information from the Diamond Dogs, but had allowed Spike to send the letter off.
Her daughter was being held by the Changelings, a fate far worse than a flying accident by any stretch of the imagination. But Night Light had been quick to point out the one silver lining in all this. To the Changelings Twilight was worth far more alive than dead. This way she could be used as leverage against Celestia.
“Are you sure Celestia got our letter?” she asked with a worried frown.
“Yes, auntie,” the dragon, who was carrying her shopping bags, sighed. “As well as the other five we sent her. But she can't really do anything about it, unless we know exactly where they got Twilight.”
Velvet nodded gravely. “It still doesn't make much sense, though. Does it?”
“How do you mean?”
“The Changelings are covert folk by nature. If their plan was to take Twilight, why the invasion? They've never been the sort to attack Equestria openly.”
“Maybe that's the point,” Spike ventured. “Nopony expected it and that's why they did it. It certainly caught Princess Celestia off guard.”
The writer bit her fingernail. “But they risked giving away their plans with that move. If this agent has been operating in Central Equestria for months now, his plans must be close to completion for them to be this bold.” She squinted her eyes and creased her forehead. “Or is it that he couldn't advance into the final phase of his operation until the attack commenced?”
“What good would that do him?”
“Celestia had no choice but to respond to the invasion. What was the effect of that? It got the Elements of Harmony out of his hair for one thing and drew most of our troops out west.”
“He's still just one agent,” Spike countered. “Luna is still in Canterlot. No matter how good at hiding these Changelings are, he can't pull an army out of his hat.”
“Maybe he doesn't need one. You've seen how much trouble Queen Chrysalis caused by herself during my son's wedding. The more I think about it, the more the invasion seems like a red herring to me. I can feel my plot sense tingling.”
“Your what?” Spike asked in confusion.
“It's what I call it, when I get to the chapter of a book that doesn't seem to make sense at first and then there's a major twist just shortly thereafter. But I feel like we're still missing something.” She shook her head. “Maybe I'm just reading too much into this. I'm sure Celestia knows what she's doing. Let's just get our groceries and go home. Maybe Night Light has heard from Princess Luna.”
Spike nodded, taking out the shopping list Velvet had drawn up. “Tomatoes?”
“Yes,” she replied with a faint smile. “I thought, I'd make my special tomato soup for dinner tonight.”
The young dragon raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “I see. Isn't that Uncle Night Light's favourite dish?”
Velvet grimaced. Sometimes Spike could be far more perceptive than he let on. “No reason to read anything into it, Spike,” she said unconvincingly. “He's been working very hard to find Twilight as well. The least we can do is give him a decent meal while he's staying at the library.”
“Suuure,” the dragon replied and led the way to the tomato stand.
The vendor was a surly looking mare with a beige coat and dirt brown mane. After Velvet had ordered, she put a couple of the fruit in a paper back and put them on the counter. “That'll be five bits.”
Velvet looked at the juice puddle forming underneath the paper bag and asked: “Isn't that a little pricey? And they don't seem too fresh.” It wasn't a subjective question. There were two flies circling around the bag.
“It's all I got left. Take it or leave it. Sorry if they're not 'juicy' enough for you.” There was something odd about the way she had emphasized the word juicy.
“What do you mean, all you got left?” Spike asked, pointing at the full barrel next to her. “What about those?”
“Reserved for regular customers,” she replied shortly.
“Now listen here … “
“It's alright, Spike,” Velvet reigned him in and counted out the bits. “They're going into the soup anyway. They don't need to win any beauty contests.”
“Funny,” the stall vendor said. “I was gonna say the same thing about you.”
Velvet forced a smile onto her face and gave her nephew a nudge, because he looked like he was about to blow a gasket. “Did you hear that?” he exploded, once they were out of earshot.
“She was rather rude, wasn't she,” Velvet mused. Of course she was used to hearing worse from some of the literary critics. “I wonder if she's having a bad morning.”
“I'll say,” Spike grumbled. He had never taken kindly to anypony who insulted his adoptive family or any who tried to sell them short. “Must be because Pinkie Pie is out of town. It tends to put the ponies around here in a pretty bad mood.”
It wasn't just the tomatoes, however. At every stand she approached that morning, Velvet was met with barely concealed contempt. Moreover she more than once caught ponies sneaking glances at her and whispering to each other, when they thought her back was turned.
“Must be the war,” she thought out loud. “It's making everypony nervous.”
“If you say so,” Spike said, going over the shopping list again. “Only one thing left.”
“That's right,” Velvet remembered. “Your uncle asked me to pick up a newspaper for him. I wonder if they carry the Canterlot Times around here,” she said, spotting the newspaper stand and beginning to look over the titles.
Spike however seemed fixated on the local section. “Maybe you ought to check out the Ponyville Express,” he said, tugging at her sleeve.
Velvet followed his line of sight and gasped. She grabbed a copy and stared at the front page. “Exclusive: Twilight Velvet caught in compromising positions around Ponyvile. Pictures Inside,” she read in horror.
The salespony gave her a glare from underneath his flat wool cap. “Wanna relive your conquests, do you? You buy it first.”
Velvet stared at him and fumbled for her purse. Throwing two bits on the counter, she grabbed Spike by his elbow and made a beeline for the library. The whole way she could feel the accusing eyes of the townsponies burning holes into the back of her neck. Had everypony seen this? This was exactly why she had left Canterlot in the first place.
When they were safely inside the library, she slammed the door shut behind her, pressing her back against it as if she was expecting an angry horde with torches and pitchforks to storm the house any moment.
She opened the paper and leafed through it with shaky hands until reaching the article in question and began to read:
Royal Cougar Stalks Ponyville
Infamous author and mother of Equestria's newest Princess, Twilight Velvet, has been caught sleeping around the town of Ponyville. As if the scandal her husband has caused in Canterlot wasn't enough, Velvet was seen in several sexually explicit situations with a number of the town's residents. Evidently she used her daughter's position to force ponies into having sex with her. Simply disgusting.
Like a hormonal high school filly she's gone after everything that moves, not even making distinctions between stallions and mares. She is even rumoured to have gone after the Elements of Harmony, though that couldn't be confirmed. What is confirmed, however, is that she even made advances on her own nephew, Twilight Sparkle's dragon assistant Spike, thus crossing the boundaries of race and good taste at the same time. While not technically related, the dragon has always been known to consider himself part of the Sparkle family. He might want to overthink that stance now.
Since the Princess herself is still missing, she could not comment on the revelations. But it has to be assumed that she knew about her mother's out of control behaviour, considering she is staying at Golden Oaks Library with her during her visit in Ponyville. It must therefore be considered a sad truth that the entire new Sparkle branch of the royal family are nothing more than sex crazed maniacs, who are more fit to lead a brothel than a nation.
Velvet let the paper slip out of her hands and slid down the door frame and onto the floor, not able to speak.
Spike picked the paper up and turned the page. There were several photos that undoubtedly showed Velvet having sex with Big Mac in the barn. Two more pictures seemed to have been taken from windows outside the spa and the library, showing her with Lotus Blossom and Spike and finally there was a black and white photo of her with Thunderlane and Snowflake that could only have come from a security camera at the gym. At the very least the editors had had the decency to obscure the faces of the other ponies with a black bar across their eyes and, as luck would have it, Rarity was out of frame in the spa photo. Still, there was no way the residents of Ponyville wouldn't recognize their friends and neighbours.
“What have I done?” Velvet asked in horror. She hadn't just destroyed her daughter's already tarnished reputation, but the lives of these ponies as well.
“How did they get all these?” Spike asked, his eyes on the page and then looking at Velvet.
Her hand flew to her mouth. Spike! She had destroyed his image as well. She stood up and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her and locking herself in.
“Auntie, wait!” But Spike's call went unanswered.
Velvet threw herself upon her bed and began to sob uncontrollably.
* * *
She couldn't face him. She just couldn't. Spike had knocked on her door at least a dozen times, assuring her that he didn't think any differently about her and that he just wanted to make sure she was okay. The first few times she had told him to go away, then she had simply been silent, waiting for him to give up. Finally he seemed to have gone for good.
Knock. Knock.
Or so she thought. There was simply no way she could think of to make it up to him, so she buried her head in her pillow. “Just leave me alone, Spike,” she groaned.
“It's not Spike,” a voice from behind the door said. “Can I come in?”
Night Light, she frowned. What did he want? Had he come to gloat? As much as he had botched up, she was probably worse now. “You're the last person I wanna talk to right now.” She looked up with a start as she heard the lock turn and the door slowly open. The green glow of magic around the knob faded as Night Light entered. “Since when have you been able to pick locks?” she asked suspiciously.
“I've picked up a lot of skills I'm not proud of in my life,” he replied, avoiding the question.
She probably should have realized something was up right then and there, but in her current state of shock and confusion her mind was working overtime as it was. “So have I.”
He sat down on the bed next to her, but kept a respectful distance. “I suppose we can at least talk on equal terms now.”
Velvet let a self-loathing sigh escape her mouth. “Guess we can at that. What I don't get is where these pictures came from. They must have taken the first one a week ago and I never knew, so why only release them now?”
Night Light gave her a weak smile. “You can always try my way. Find the photographer and clock him.”
The novelist chuckled despite herself. “I don't see how that would improve the situation.” It was Velvet herself who closed the distance between them by leaning on his shoulder. “What have we done to our daughter?”
“We messed up, both of us,” he admitted, starting to brush his hand through her mane. He hadn't done this in a long time. It felt good.
Being in the same boat, she felt like the gap between them had closed more than it had in two years. Perhaps she had been wrong to avoid him since this whole debacle had started. “I guess what you said that night about still loving me has changed?”
He straightened and took her chin between his fingers, making sure she was looking straight into his eyes. For a moment she saw the eyes of the colt she had met all those years ago, full of yearning and passion for her. “I still want us to give it another shot.”
“Do you really think we can still make it work after all this?”
“Try to stop me,” he said with a smile and leaned in to kiss her. Velvet was startled of course and pulled away initially, but he kept up the pressure and soon she could feel herself grow weak. She had missed him, she realized. For years he hadn't shown any interest in her, but now in all this mess the old fire seemed to have been rekindled. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the kiss and opened her mouth to allow his curious tongue entrance.
His hand had been resting on her thigh, but now moved upwards past the hem of her skirt and towards her panties. Velvet pushed him away, breaking off the kiss. “What do you think you're trying to pull in a situation like this?”
“Only one way to find out, whether or not this is gonna happen,” he said and put his weight on her. With a yell she fell back onto the bed, Night Light landing on top of her. “Right now we've only got each other. Nopony else understands.”
“I don't know,” she said, looking away.
For a moment the loving expression, with which he had regarded her, fell away and was replaced by a scathing look. “What's the matter? You've put out for half of Ponyville without a second thought. You're not gonna do it for you husband?”
Velvet blushed and bit her lip. Had she really been just as thoughtless and hormonal as the news article had described her in her encounters? “Okay,” she said meekly.
The gentle smile returned to Night Light's face and he began to take her clothes off. “You're still as beautiful as the day I married you,” he said as she lay naked before him in the dim glow of the setting sun.
“You're just saying that.”
“It's true,” he maintained. “And I'll prove it to you.” He fired up his horn and Velvet's rear lifted up into the air.
“This is pretty embarrassing,” she said with a gulp. She was looking up at him, her neck still resting on the bed and her secret spot hovering in front of him.
“I think we're way past that, dear. It's nothing I haven't seen before.” With that he spread her legs apart with some strength and kissed her marehood.
Feeling his hot breath against her crevice after all this time sent a shiver down her spine and she began to moan as his tongue pushed itself in and began to explore her eagerly. “It's been so long since we've done this together. Feels like the first time.”
He stopped the motion and looked at her. “What did we do during our first time?”
“Can't you remember?”
He shook his head. “Why don't you help me remember?”
“Lay down on your back,” she said with a smile. He did that, after taking of his clothes and put his arms behind his head comfortably.
Velvet climbed on top of him, holding her marehood in front of his face and bringing her own mouth up to his throbbing cock in a 69 position. She gently stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, which made him jump slightly.
Encouraged by this reaction she enveloped the glans with her lips and began to suckle. She shook her hips a little to show him what she wanted in return. After a moment she could feel two fingers pushing into her and moaned, lightly biting down on his dick.
Slurping and sloshing noises could be heard in the room as she took more and more of him into her mouth and his hand movements grew more vigorous. They poured themselves into the motions, trying to give each other as much pleasure as possible and soaking up their own.
Night Light removed his fingers and once again used his mouth to eat her out. Then he lifted up her tail unexpectedly and pushed a thumb against her anus. Velvet's whole body shivered in delight. The dual stimulation pushed her over the edge and she came, her cry muffled by the large cock in her mouth.
“Velvet,” Night Light said, wiping her love juices from his face. “That's not fair, you coming first.”
“I'm shorry,” she replied while still sucking him off.
“It's alright,” he forgave her. “But in return you gotta let me do you in the ass.”
Velvet gulped, letting his member plop out of her mouth. “... Alright,” she said after a moment's thought. Eagerly the blue stallion pushed her off, so she was laying on her back and once again lifted her plot into the air. He was standing over her. “You're really bent on this position, aren't you?”
“I like to be on top of the world,” he said with a grin. He took his hard cock in one hand and angled it downward, while bending his knees. His precum mixed with her saliva made the insertion go smoothly, but Velvet still gritted her teeth and grabbed the bed sheets tightly. With his full weight bearing down on her the penetration was much more deep than what would have normally been possible.
He rubbed her pussy with one hand as he began to thrust in and out of her ass with long strokes. “You like that, you slut?”
“Yes, I do,” she replied while moaning and panting. “I love the feeling of a fat cock up my tight ass.” Funny, Night Light had never been one for dirty talk, but she was game.
“How many of them have you taken up the ass?”
Velvet bit her lip. “Two,” she finally answered. “Three, if you count Pinkie with a strap-on.”
“So you did get to the Elements. You're a dirty whore, that's all you are.” He was pumping her so hard now, she thought she was going to break.
“Yes, I am,” she screamed. “I've been a bad girl. Punish me!”
“I certainly will,” he said and pulled out of her. He stroked his cock while giving her a look of contempt and with a deep grunt he unloaded his semen on her body. A clear stream of it traced a line from her breasts to her belly. Then he released his magic and let her unceremoniously fall down on the bed.
After a few deep breaths he pointed at his cock. “Now clean it up, bitch.”
Velvet should have been shocked by the way he treated her, but somewhere deep down she felt like she deserved it. With a single tear in her eyes she got on her knees and began to lick the last few drops of cum from her husband's dick.
“Haahaha,” he laughed. “How does your own filthy ass taste?”
Velvet didn't reply and had her eyes closed. This was so unlike the stallion she had married. Only when his laugh grew deeper and she heard the sizzle of a magic spell fading away with a green glow, did her foggy mind finally realize that something was very, very wrong.
Her eyes grew wide and she scrambled away from the male Changeling that was standing in front of her, laughing maniacally. “Who are you!?” she screamed.
“Nice to do you,” he replied, his laughs dying down to an evil chuckle. “I'm Prince Imago of the Changeling Empire.”
Author's Note
Dun Dun Duuuuuuuuun!
Before you say anything, yes, I realize this is by far the darkest chapter I have done so far and that will continue on for a bit in the next chapter. I fully expect some controversy. But you know what they say: The night is always darkest before dawn and all lingering questions will be answered as the villain finally reveals his master plan and Velvet must overcome her inner demons to save both Equestria and her daughter in the last chapter.
