If one was to search the word “angry” in the dictionary, they would find Velvet’s photo included on it. Evidence of that was the now permanent frown plastered on her face, which was visible to half the world that could see her walking through the streets.

She couldn’t care less if who saw her or what they would think. After all, she was busy, feeding the flames of anger on her head while remembering what had happened just hours ago.

The previous night.

Velvet sat once again in front of the door, once again using the red dress she had prepared specially for that night.
“Third time’s the charm...” She said to herself while she crossed her legs and putting her hands on her right knee, looking appealing.

She turned once again to see the clock, finding it to be right a minute before Night Light’s period of arriving. After that, it would be only question of minutes before he arrived home. Once again, checking one last time if everything was in order (including the potion hidden on her cleavage, just to be sure), and the perfect combination (according to her) of the sexiest lingerie she could muster.

After finally realizing that everything was in order (again), she sat again on the chair, ready to receive her husband as sexily as she could.

Yet, as the word sexy reached her brain, she couldn’t help but remember her experience just a couple short hours ago, upon seeing that video. Her brain just couldn’t stop thinking about all those images; all the pure carnal desire she saw expressed by everypony involved. She considered herself a very prudent mare, and she had always looked down upon many of those practices, like being with multiple stallions at once, and more without being married.

Ever since she married with Night Light, she made the promise to keep herself humble and chaste for Night Light’s sake. She told herself that she would remain faithful to him at all times.

Yet, that movie gave her ideas which she never considered before. For the first time in her life, she considered what it would be like to sleep not only with one, but multiple stallions, all at the same time, all of them providing her with pleasure beyond her actual imagination. What would it be like if she ever got to put her mouth around a male’s member?

She tried to force these thoughts out of her head as much as she could, but they always managed to find a way back in. Her flustered mind hated itself for buying that film, and forcing itself to go through this torture. Yet, it also was being invaded by the intense curiosity that always brought something new and the want to feel all that the movie felt.

All those doubts were beginning to take their toll on her mind, as she started to feel a headache forming. For the sake of her marriage, she tried to endure through it, just a little while longer. However, she had forgotten that she had passed through a very rough night with almost no sleep at all.

As the time passed, she constantly found herself closing her eyes just to let them rest for a moment, only to find them staring at the floor once she realized she had fallen asleep for a few seconds.

Seeing as she wouldn’t be able to hold on against the sleep that wanted to catch her in the middle of her plans, she got up in order to go to the kitchen and prepare herself a coffee. Yet, when she entered her living, she suddenly felt exhausted, causing her knees to give out. Thankfully, she was already on the couch, so she didn’t have to suffer the harsh impact the ground provides.
“Alright… Maybe a few minutes will do...” She thought to herself as she closed her eyes just to get a couple minutes until Night Light arrived home. Soon, her peaceful snores could be heard in the living, which was exactly the first thing Night Light heard when he entered his home.

A couple hours later...

She awoke the next morning to the surprise that she was no longer stuck in the exotic nightmare happening in her living room. She instead was moved to the comfort of her cozy king-sized bed. She looked under her covers to see that her velvety red dress had been slipped off of her body and replaced with warm pajamas. Meanwhile, she heard the shower faucet running, telling her that Night Light was home and safe, and getting ready for another long day of work. She sat up and started to stretch her body, thankful that her husband was willing to give bring her up to the bedroom and give her a somewhat comfortable night.
But that thought only brought her an unfamiliar feeling of anger towards her husband. Another late night of work and preparation was wasted because he had to exhaust himself with his new job. She was willing to put up with it, but she already had enough of watching him hurt himself like this. She had to talk some sense into him.
Just as she finished that thought, she heard the shower faucet squeak to a stop. That was her opportunity to confront the man she devoted her life to. She quickly jumped out of her bed and opened the door to the bathroom. As she walked in, she saw Night Light covered only by a towel around his waist, still preparing himself for work.
He looked over with a surprised face and a Comb in his hair through the mirror. He wasn't expecting her to interrupt his morning routine, much less with a look of anger on her face. That was nothing like her at all. Even more, the look of anger and seriousness reflected on her face was something he hadn’t seen in a very long time.

Getting that it was something serious, he lowered the comb and turned around to look at her directly. In the past, he had only experienced a couple times what he called “the white anger”, and he knew it was something he never wanted to see again. Ever.
“Good morning, darling.” He greeted her, expecting to receive a similar greeting.

Yet, inside of Velvet’s mind, the fire of anger strengthened as the casual greeting entered her head. He knew something was on her mind, and the fact she had brought her to their bed were only signs that he had seen the preparations she made previous to his arrival.

Night Light became authentically concerned as he watched her wife go from her typical white color to a furious red and her mane seemed to be emitting a strange heat all around her. It made him remember some of Twilight’s fits of rage while she still lived with them.

Yet, Night Light wasn’t a fool at all. Jumping into action, he embraced Velvet tightly against him, even when the heat was almost at an unbearable degree. Moments passed by until the heat finally lowered, and he found his wife’s arms embracing him.
“Darling, I’m terribly sorry for getting late yesterday… I saw that you once again made dinner for us… and I… I…”

Velvet’s anger had decreased to a slight discomfort against him, causing her mind to calm enough to rationalize.
“It's okay, Nighty… After all, I fell asleep first… I don’t think we would have been able to enjoy it, anyway.” Suddenly, she stopped the hug, now looking at him again with seriousness. “But seriously, why did you arrive so late?”
“Oh, a few things here and there in the job, you know? Chief wants to increase production, and he has all of us working like mules.”

Even when she felt bad for him, she couldn’t help but see an opportunity to go through with her plan.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit tiring?”
“Of course it is. But hey, who said working was going to be easy?” He said as he returned to combing his mane.
“Yes, I know… Work isn’t easy, but… don’t you think… it would be easier if… you… quit?”

That caused Night Light to stop combing his mane and let out an audible sigh.
“Honey, we've been through this… Someone has to provide for this house, and I don't want you to deal with that stress.”
“But Nighty, we have money now. More money than we know what to do with. We will be fine for a long time with what we have.” she said in a soothing voice; trying to ease his tension with every word.
“But what if that changes?” he says. “This economy is constantly changing, and I want us to be ready for anything. What if something happens to you? How will I be able to pay your medical expenses and keep the bills paid?”
“Oh, calm down Nighty. You know that I am in good enough health that you have no reason to worry about me. Besides, if something like that were to happen, we could always ask for help from Shining or Twilight.”
“You know I don't like asking for help from people…”
“Nighty, our children are like royalty now. Asking for a little bit of money from them when we need it won't cause any problems. Just think of it as our form of compensation for having to change their diapers as foals.”

The couple shared a giggle at the thought of their now fully grown children in diapers. All of the years spent together on their home; all of the memories that they shared. They often forgot to look back at the little moments like those. Those were what made a house like this a home for them. They would embrace each other in a hug for the second time that morning. The thought of all the years they had spent in each other's arms made little arguments like this seem pointless. As long as they had each other, nothing else mattered in their mind.
“If it makes you feel better, my boss agreed to give me a week off next month for a little vacation.” Night Light said to break the silence.
“A vacation sounds nice.” Velvet replied, relieved to hear those words.
“I'll let you decide where we go, but I need to finish these next few weeks before anything.” he said, finishing his sentence with a kiss on his wife's forehead.
“Just be safe, okay?”
“I will.”

With those words, they removed themselves from each other's arms, and went on to do their morning routines. Twilight Velvet went down to the kitchen to cook breakfast, while Night Light put on his uniform and grabbed all of his supplies for work. They would join together one more time for their morning meal, then they would go their separate ways. As Velvet watched her husband walk out the door that morning, she actually felt a little glimmer of satisfaction that things would improve in just a few week’s time.

It was later in the morning, and Velvet was once again out, walking through the streets of Canterlot. However, this time, she wasn’t out with the purpose of getting supplies or grocery. She was out of the house to enjoy the weather Celestia had blessed all her little ponies with. She was out because she simply wanted to. But above all else, she was out to keep her mind away from the images that seemed to contaminate her mind.

Yes, she had the guarantee that she still loved Night Light, and Night Light still loved her. Yet, the image of Pearly in the movie, replaced with herself on her imagination didn’t help at all. If anything, it only fueled her desire to be treated like the mare, something that she hated herself for.

In a sudden motion, Velvet stopped walking when she started to feel all hot and bothered. More uncomfortable for her was the slight sensation of wetness between her legs. She knew what it was. She started to feel like that every time she thought about the movie, and the sensations she felt when she saw it were at least ten times what she was feeling that moment.

She found herself even more flustered as she noticed that she was in the streets, where everypony could see her. In a rush, she started to walk faster towards the closer location where she could hide until she cooled off. Unfortunately for her, she arrived at the very same store she had been two days before.

She found out too late as she felt the touch of a finger on her arm.
“Ma’am! Good morning again. Are you okay? You seem rather… nervous.”
“Oh, yes… I’m alright.” Velvet said, trying to look quiet and serene. “Say, I’m a bit thirsty. Do you have any water in this store or something? It doesn’t matter that I have to buy it, I’ll pay.”
“Of course, Ma’am. If you follow me.” The stallion said with a slight bow as he started to walk towards another part, Velvet following him.

Once they were in another part, Velvet saw him take a glass and walk to a nearby machine with a huge bottle of water on it. The stallions pressed what seemed to be a lever and water poured into the glass.
“Here you go.” The stallion said as he handed her the glass. “Drink as much as you want. No charge.”

Velvet was about to refuse, but the stallion started to walk away in a hurry, seemingly to attend to another customer, leaving Velvet alone to relax for a while.

After a few moments, she still felt warm, but this time it was more bearable. Feeling better, she started to walk around, seeing all the stuff they had in store. The more she walked, the more she started to wonder where they got from all the stuff they had in there. Most of the articles they showed seemed rather futuristic, even alien to her. It made her remember those times where Twilight came back with some books about certain topics she had no idea what it meant.

Yes, she knew some things about energy, electricity and how they could help. Yet, she never had idea that those things would be soon forgotten by the miracles of modern science.

Still immersed in thoughts, she suddenly found herself stumbling upon a certainly hidden part of the store. She instantly understood why as she saw the name of the section: “mature”.

Part of her mind couldn’t help but wonder what they could have in there. Maybe more movies like that she bought the other day? Meanwhile, another part of her mind shouted to her to get out of that place. Her increasing curiosity soon shut that small voice on her head.

Somewhat nervously, she entered the section, almost feeling like if she gave even one step inside, she would be crashed by a hidden trap. As she took a few more steps, she found no trap, but something else.

She knew there were certain articles for mares when they got a little “lonely”. Yet, she never had the chance to even learn what those objects were. At least, until that moment.

The mature section consisted in two main hallways under the labels of “mares” and “stallions”. Obviously, she entered the section of mares.

What was in there was beyond her imagination: multiple objects very-resembling to male’s members of many sizes and widths hung from their bag-like packages, strange oval shaped objects with a small box attached to them. All of them seemed so foreign to her, each of them looking like machines from Tartarus in her mind. Other objects of such nature stood in many rows upon the hall, along with other objects Velvet couldn’t even imagine their nature or purpose.

Velvet could feel the heat once again rising as she observed closely the many objects stored in there. However, that heat was replaced by cold fear as she heard a pair of hooves clicking on the floor, getting near to her. Afraid of whom it could be, she ran quietly towards a nearby corner, where she was able to see what happened there.

The hooves’ clicking finally was clearly heard as she saw a mare entering the hall. To her surprise, it was nopony else but Fleur de Lis. Velvet almost gasped loudly as she saw her entering, but that surprise soon turned to morbid curiosity as she saw her walking casually, very different from her.

Her eyes followed the hourglass-like figure of Fleur as she walked towards the section that contained the malish members. She stopped and started to look at them with a serious look, almost like if she were judging them. Finally, after a couple seconds, Fleur lifted her arm and took one. For Velvet, the one she picked was very small, at least three fourths shorter than Night Light’s.

Fleur suddenly turned around and started to walk towards her. Velvet’s eyes widened as she tried to hide, not wanting to face the consequences of someone catching her in a place like this. However, Fleur merely stretched the object towards her.
“Here. I think this one will be good for you to start with.”

Velvet was surprised as she took the object in one hand while Fleur helped her on her hooves again. She didn’t seem angered or bothered at her appearance, but rather pleased by it.

In the past, Fleur and Velvet had met some times before, thanks to one of the influence of one of her daughter’s friends with high class ponies in Canterlot. Even then, those few times they had seen each other didn’t give them time to speak with each other.

As Velvet was fully standing once again, Fleur took her hand and started to walk with her through the hall.
“You’re not… bothered by my presence?” Velvet asked timidly.
“Heavens, no dear. Us mares have needs too. Even the ones like us, who are fortunate enough to have a loving husband.” Fleur said as she stopped in another section, looking thoroughly all the objects in there.
“But…I… I don’t know why you’re here… I mean, aren’t you happy with your husband?”
“Of course I am. It’s just that I don’t get as much action as I’d like. That’s the why these toys are necessary sometimes. They help us mares to go through with time when we're feeling a little more… lonely.” She said as she took another object and dropped it into a bag, seemingly containing some more of these exotic “toys”.
“So… It isn’t wrong to have one of… these?”
“As long as you remain faithful to your loved one, no. It isn’t. Actually, it is very normal.”

Fleur took some more objects and dropped them in her bag before walking away, still looking very quiet and serene. Before she exited the hall, she turned to Velvet once more.
“Excuse for asking, but… Your name is Velvet, right?” Velvet merely nodded. “Don’t worry, Velvet, dear. Your secret’s safe with me.” She said with a wink before finally vanishing from sight.

Velvet didn’t know what to say. She had just found that she wasn’t the only one with desires at that age. And from what she knew, Fleur was a couple of years older than her. Yet, there she was, getting exactly what she thought was something terribly embarrassing, and she was going through it like if it were nothing!

Even when it didn’t improve Velvet’s deep feeling of embarrassment, she felt slightly better at that thought.

It was then that she remembered what she was holding on her hand. Turning her head down, it was only confirmed to her what she was thinking: it seemed far too small compared to that of Night Light.

Turning once again to the shelf, she instantly spotted one that seemed enough for her. A couple minutes later, Velvet could be seen almost running out from the store holding a bag while her face was flushed with a deep red and if one was to pay close attention to her, they could note a certain musky scent coming from a dark spot between her legs.

Author's Note

Co-written with the help of Wolfgang Anonymous, who offered to lend me a hand in times of need and mental distress. Credit goes mainly to Bandaid for providing images for imagination.
And thanks to all of you, guys,