Velveteen Embrace

Half an hour passed by, and the stallions had begun to clear out of the halls at a regular pace. After saying his brief goodbyes to the troops, Shining Armor stepped out with his bags, one hanging from his hand by his side, and another over his shoulder. Gone were his golden, clunky armored suit that he’d worn the entire morning. Now he was dressed in the clothes his mother had brought him, a pair of designer jeans, a blue crew neck t-shirt, and a light rose sports jacket to accommodate the summer breeze that had rolled in that morning. He’d had a little bit of trouble getting the shirt past his chest; apparently his gain in muscle mass from bootcamp had pushed him a little bit past his regular size. Nonetheless, it felt much more liberating to be dressed in “civilian” clothing once again.

With his bags in tow, he strolled outside into the summer air. He found Velvet waiting for him, next to a line of ponies waiting for a courtesy taxi service to assist them home. A few minutes passed, and the two approached the front of the line. A pair of burly guards towed a large carriage behind them and stopped in front of the pair. Velvet took her seat while Shining placed his things in the back of the vehicle, and then took his seat next to her. The two stallions took off in an instant, pulling the carriage behind them. With the vehicle in motion, Shining tilted his head back. He let out an exasperated sigh, letting his body relieve just a bit of the tension he’d been carrying for so long. Feeling himself sink into his seat, he felt his mother’s hand rest on his thigh reassuringly.

“Shining honey, if you need to take a nap when we get home, that’s fine.” She explained to him sincerely. After spending so much time in boot camp, he’d forgotten what it was like to hear somepony speak to him in such a nurturing way. Velvet had always been the textbook example of a loving mother to both he and his sister. When he was an only child, she had spoiled him greatly, reading him bedtime stories, taking him to the park and always playing with him when he had boundless energy to spare. Sharing plenty of hugs and kisses when he felt sad and needed the support; or, when he was happy and just wanted somepony to share in his joy. The two had always been quite affectionate toward one another.

After Twilight was born, she’d had to divide her attention between both of them. But she hadn’t given Twilight more love than Shining, and he’d never once felt neglected. It had helped that he’d taken such a liking to his little sister, becoming inseparable from her and making it easier for Velvet to accommodate both of them. Even as Shining had grown into his teenage years, he’d never made any attempts to rebel against his parents, aside from the occasional squabble that came with a rush of teenage hormones. The struggle of growing up had been made easier on him by having such a patient and loving mother such as Velvet. Feeling her near him once again took a load of pressure off of Shining’s mind, letting him breathe easy for the first time in awhile

“No, no, it’s fine.” He replied in a hurry. “I’m not THAT tired. More stressed than anything. They don’t tell you ahead of time how hard it is to stand in place, and hear a bunch of stallions you don’t know ramble on about stuff you don’t care about.”
Velvet giggled. “Your father and I were getting tired enough just sitting there listening to it. I can’t imagine what it felt like for you.” Her palm slowly moved up and down his thigh in a comforting manner. It had been so long since she’d been able to feel him, she felt as if she needed to keep some sort of contact with him, lest he slip away from her yet again. “I was watching you the whole time. You kept your face stone rigid, no signs of weakness at all. I couldn’t believe that was my son down there, looking so handsome and strong.”

“Thanks, mom.” he replied softly. Shining felt a bit of warmth collect in his cheeks at her praise. For all of his life, his mother had never shied away from letting him know how what an attractive stallion he was. Though he’d never dated that much in school, he’d certainly noticed that the other fillies his age had shared her sentiments. Though it wasn’t a trait that he held higher than anything, he was somewhat proud of his handsome demeanor.

He mentally shook himself from letting his ego swell and steered his mind toward other matters. “I hate to sound like a broken record, but I really want to know about Twilight. You said she’s with Celestia now?”

“Oh, yes!” Velvet replied with excitement. “Let me tell you all about that, it’s a lovely story.”

As the carriage rolled its way through the bustling town of Canterlot, Velvet filled her son in on the whereabouts of his little sister Twilight Sparkle. Without her big brother to keep her company, the little unicorn had poured herself into studying and improving her magical abilities. Her own progression was so astounding that Velvet and Nightlight had enrolled her into Princess Celestia’s school for gifted unicorns. Before she could begin her lessons in the school however, Twilight first had to pass an entrance exam: using her magic to hatch a dragon’s egg.

Twilight had apparently struggled to make the egg hatch, but just as she was about to give up hope, a miracle took place. A giant explosion of colors outside the castle spurned a burst of magical energy from deep inside Twilight. Her powers went haywire, not only hatching the egg and freeing the baby dragon inside, but grew his size to twenty stories.

Velvet told Shining that her memory had gone hazy at that time, learning later that she and Nightlight had been temporarily transformed into a cactus and agave, while the judges of the exam had been helplessly floating over their seats. When her senses came back, she saw Princess Celestia herself standing over her daughter, explaining that she had a deep latent ability that would need some extensive lessons to be controlled. She’d offered the filly a chance to study by her side, as her protege. Just as Twilight had thought things couldn’t get better, the princess had pointed out that she’d also received her cutie mark some time between the explosion of magic and regaining control.

“Shining, you should have seen the look on her face!” Velvet recounted the memory fondly. “It made my heart so happy to see her bouncing around with excitement. And within the week, we had her all packed up, and off to live with the princess.” Velvet took a deep breath as she thought about Twilight’s departure. “And that’s where she’s been while you’ve been gone. I Wasn’t prepared to have both my kids out of the house at once, but… well, I couldn’t deny your sister a chance to excel at what she’d finally found her life’s calling to be, could I?”

Shining forced a soft smile in return. Honestly, it was quite a lot for the stallion to take in himself. He’d spent so much time in royal guard boot camp putting up with so much harsh treatment, exercise and lessons. He’d been counting on the thought of returning to his family at the end of his training; his, mother, father and the best sister in the world. Not only had he learned that Twilight wasn’t going to be there to welcome him home, but in the time he’d been gone, she’d received the mark of her destiny and been given an opportunity of a lifetime. He’d missed an extremely pivotal moment in his sister’s life. He felt his heart sink as he contemplated what sort of lessons Celestia was putting Twilight through, wondering if they were nearly as harsh as the lessons he’d undergone.

Shining Armor put his thoughts aside for the moment as the carriage slowed its pace. He looked outward and noticed the little two story house on the hill, in a grassy area just outside of the busy city, and a few houses nearby. He felt his heart yank him toward the place, eager to get inside before the carriage had even come to a complete stop. When it did finally stop, Shining Armor sprang to his feet and moved to the back of the vehicle to collect his luggage.

“Thank you, sirs.” Velvet said daintily to the guards who had pulled them home. The two stallions snorted in a welcoming manner, before taking off in a steady pace away from the house. With his bags in tow, Shining walked briskly up the grassy hill and toward the front door.
Opening the door in front of him, Shining felt his arms and legs go numb as his mind struggled to reacquaint itself with the sight of the interior. The midday light of the sun poured in through the windows and glowed over the light blue wood of the living room, giving it a cool and breezy atmosphere. To the left was the space with the decorative sofas kept neat and tidy for guests. It was also the same space used for the Hearth’s Warming tree and the presents he and Twilight tore open every year near the end of winter. And just half a yard away was his father’s makeshift workstation, kept in its usual state of clutter, piles and piles of papers and folders scattered about in a manner only he could manage efficiently. Letting his bags down by his side, Shining stood still as he soaked in the familiar sight, his mother closing the door behind her as she entered.

“What do you think sweetheart?” Velvet asked, sidling up to him. “Happy to see it again?”
Shining Armor shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah. I guess so.” He replied, still looking about the place and drinking in the ambiance he’d missed for so long.

As he looked about, Velvet reached over and took hold of his hand within hers. “I’m glad. I think it’s happy to have you back as well.”
Shining felt a warm tingle sprout in his palm as he felt Velvet’s nurturing grasp upon it. Not only had he missed his home, but his mother as well. He’d proved over his sixteen weeks that he was indeed a stallion among stallion’s, more than capable of being self-reliant when he needed to be. But old habits were hard to shake completely. He was still a mama’s colt, so to speak. Feeling her hold his hand made him feel less tense. It helped bring his mind away from camp, and back to the safe haven he’d left behind what seemed ages ago.
He wondered though: did the connection they’d held before he left still exist? Part of him felt hesitant that the distance might lost what they’d once held, and they’d have to work to find them again, if they could be found at all.

Shining gently squeezed Velvet’s hand, relishing in the safety it provided. Velvet drew herself closer to him, her head resting against the side of his chest. He felt her breathe against him slowly, and he began to find a soothing rhythm with her respirations. He turned himself more toward her and draped an arm around her back, allowing her closer to his chest. He could feel her tremble just a bit, and her head rubbed up against his sturdy chest. Feeling her shiver evoked him to rub her back, in an effort to help her settle. It seemed to work after a moment, as Velvet’s body ceased its trembling, though she remained fastened to him closely.

A few seconds passed, and Velvet lifted her ice blue eyes, shimmering with a layer of moisture, and looked upon the handsome face of her son. The two ponies stared into one another’s gaze a moment, feeling their spirits reconnect again after being apart for so long. Velvet lifted a hand to Shining’s neck, and the two leaned in toward one another.

Their lips met softly. The only sound that broke the silence of the air was the light smack of their lips pulling away from each other. Their eyes met each other once again briefly, to assess if they should keep going. Detecting no hesitance from the other, their lips touched again, more firmly this time. And the two of them felt their hearts swell with a warmth and passion they’d missed for so long, it hurt them to think about how much they’d needed it. It had been so long since Shining had tasted the sweet flavor of his mother’s lips, the movement of her tongue against his as they tilted their heads to connect even more so. He moved his hands down past her wrist, and across her elbows. Velvet gasped in his mouth as his hands traveled across her body. Feeling her son touch her in such a way ignited a passion within her that she’d been ignoring for more than she’d been comfortable with. Her gray and purple tail swished excitedly. His hand found its way to her back, and he drew his fingernails across its surface.

The ticklish feeling made Velvet’s back arch, and she pushed her chest up against her darling boy. Shining could feel his mother’s nipples, erect and poking through her blouse, up against his chest. Feeling her rub up against him caused a stirring within his loins, and summoned his erection against the confines of his jeans. In his fervor, he stepped toward Velvet and lightly pinned her against the wall of their home. Velvet let out a playful squeal, and giggled as her back hit the wall. The two ceased kissing for a moment to catch their breath. Panting, mother and son stared at one another, both their cheeks flushed as the excitement of the situation built up within them. Keeping his legs intertwined with Velvet’s, Shining pulled the mare’s lower body toward his and thrust into her. Though their clothing stood in the way, Velvet could feel his erection pushing up against both of their jeans, pulsing with a lust that he wanted her to satisfy. He buried his muzzle into the side of her neck, and kissed her firmly.

“Ohhh!” Velvet gasped, feeling his lips against her light gray coat. His lips gently tugged at her, and sent a tempo of pleasure beating throughout her form. It collected between her thighs, making her clitoris swell just as Shining’s rod was stiff. She felt a bit of wetness build up in her underwear, though she hardly paid it any mind. Whether he rushed to pull her pants down and rut her in the living room, or continue to dry hump her for eternity, she didn’t care. She was just so happy to have her son back home, and feel him up against her, knowing he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

As he kept his lower body grinding up against his mother’s groin, Shining Armor let his hand continue to explore Velvet’s torso. Feeling sneaky, he managed to slip his fingers up her blouse, and pushed her bra up over her breast. With the round mass free, he let his palm overcome its form and squeezed it firmly. His mother let out another lustful gasp as he squeezed her, and she involuntarily pushed her lower body against his to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Oh, sweetheart…” Velvet gasped, as Shining’s lips traveled up past her head and rested just behind her ear. She felt his tongue poke out and dance behind it as it twitched, and she practically melted within his hold. She was ready, more than ready, to resume her duty as his mother and let her son depend on her just the way he’d done so many times in the past.

Just as Shining’s hand began to move again, a different sound rang out between them. A low growling noise emitted from Shining’s stomach. Though his loins hungered for his mother’s body, it seemed his stomach was just plain hungry. Shining winced as the sound caused his mother to freeze on a dime. The motions of her body ceased, as did the lustful moans. Though he wasn’t looking at her directly, he knew the look she had on her face at the moment. A stone look of disapproval, one that he’d received many times in the past. It was the same look she’d give him if he and Twilight stole cookies from the cookie jar when they were looking for more than their allowed share. Or when they’d decided to try their hands at art, along the wall of the living room. The look that told Shining Armor that she and her father had raised him to know better.

“Shining Armor,” Velvet began flatly, the lust in her voice gone without a trace. She moved her hand to the interior of his elbow, and pushed it down, forcing his hand away from her breast and out of her blouse. “Did you eat breakfast this morning?”

“I did!” He replied hastily, pulling his head back to look at her properly. Just as he’d anticipated, his mother wore that disapproving glare on her face: the corners of her mouth in a downward curl, her eyes half-lidded, and her face not budging an inch. “Recruit protocol doesn’t let us skip meals, we have to eat breakfast; same meal, same time, every day.” Velvet raised an eyebrow as he plead his case to her.

“Seriously!”

Velvet’s eyes scanned his face vigorously. It was a ritual they’d undergone many times in the past, so often that Shining and his little sister had even given it a nickname: their mother was now in what they called “lie-detector” mode. She was studying the features of his face, processing the tone of voice he’d use, perhaps even detecting his heartbeat with a keen sense of hearing she didn’t let on that she had. Though her son had never made a habit out of being a liar, a mother still couldn’t be too careful, and had to insure he hadn’t had a change of heart all of a sudden. After a moment of scanning him, she’d deduced that he was indeed being honest with her, just as he’d always been.

“Alright, fair enough.” She replied less harshly, Shining Armor letting out a sigh of relief. “But you’re still hungry. You may be a royal guard now, but you’re still a growing stallion, and you need to keep up your strength with proper meals. If you think you’re going to get frisky with me on an empty stomach, you’ve got another thing coming, young man.” Shining Armor’s gaze traveled to the floor, and swept across the wall, ceiling and to the adjacent wall in one swift motion. Just as his mother gasped, he realized his fatal mistake.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, mister!” She scolded him, stepping away from the wall and staring daggers at him. “I am your mother, and I will NOT have that kind of disrespect displayed toward me; do you understand?”

Shining had to resist another urge to roll his eyes. He’d already spent sixteens weeks getting yelled at every day, and yearning to come back home to get away from it all. After finally coming back home, he hadn’t been in the door even five minutes before somepony else was chewing him out all the same. Though he at least counted his blessings that the one lashing out at him was certainly more attractive than Sgt. Hardy Gaskin. While she lectured him, he took in the alluring sight of her purple mane with light gray streaks, curled up toward her neck. Her breasts, the size of cantaloupes, firm and perky as any mare half her age, underneath her blouse and still somewhat erect. And though she was facing him at the moment, he could still see the sides of her posterior, round and ample as ever. She was a beautiful mare, one that his father was lucky to have married, and that Shining himself was just as lucky to have been birthed from her own womb. If he had to suffer another lecture, he was glad that it was from her of all ponies.

“And what exactly are you smiling about, hm?” She asked sternly, placing her hands on her hips.

“Just how pretty you are.” Shining armor replied smoothly. Her nose wrinkled a bit in frustration.

“Don’t try to flatter your way out of this, young man!” She blared, while her cheeks resumed a touch of the scarlet they’d worn a moment ago. Irritated that her son was still chuckling, Velvet crossed her arms in disapproval. “Shining, I want you to take me seriously when I tell you something. I’m still your mother and I don’t appreciate you dismissing me like that. Do you understand me?”

“Yes ma’am.” Shining replied, not wanting to patronize the mare any further. Her eyes widening, Velvet let out a sigh as she let the frustration that had built up so suddenly wash away from her. She stood in silence as she looked up at Shining’s face, and shook her head as she smiled.

“I can’t believe I have to look up at you to scold you now.” She said, sounding slightly defeated. She lifted her hand up to his chest, a little lower than her eye level. “I miss the days when you were this tall, and I was telling you that you’d have to go to your room if you kept giving me lip.” Keeping her focus upward at him, she beamed with joy as she stood on her tip-toes and kissed his chin. “Come on sweetheart. Let’s get you something in your tummy before you starve, okay?”

Velvet pretended not to see Shining roll his eyes yet again as she walked toward the kitchen with him in tow. Though she’d had to re-assert her authority over him, she realized he’d been through quite enough torment at camp so far away from home. She did want him to actually be glad that he was back home after all, and she couldn’t do that by harping on him for every little mistake he made. And though she’d fought her urges to keep going, she knew she it wouldn’t last forever. Before the day was over, she’d feel his body against her, unclothed and bare for one another to admire. If the wetness she felt between her thighs as she walked was any indication, it had been too long since they’d felt each other’s touch. They’d push each other to the point of exhaustion and embrace one another in the comfort of a post-orgasmic bliss, just as they’d done so many times when he was growing up. She’d missed that special bond they’d kept alight regularly, and felt desperate to reignite it once again.

Before that moment came, her maternal instincts couldn’t let her first-born child go hungry for too long. Entering the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and bent over, peering her head into the chilly depths. Her back made a straight line toward the wall behind her, her grayish purple tail draping over her posterior as she looked through the contents of her fridge. “How about a sandwich, Shining?” She asked as she looked toward the bottom shelf. “Something light and quick to eat?”

Shining Armor watched his mother from behind, his gaze drawn to her buttocks. Still confined to the tight capri pants she was wearing, he wondered how she was able to fit in them without making them split.

“Sure mom.” Shining Armor replied, taking steps toward his unsuspecting mother.

“Hay, or oats?” She asked, unaware of his approach.

“Hay sounds good.”

“Cheese?”

“Sure. Swiss, if you have it.”

“How about some toma-yyy!” Velvet’s voice trailed off when Shining Armor grabbed his mother’s tail and yanked it upwards from behind. The motion seemed to pull an invisible string within her loins, sending out a pleasurable shockwave as a result. She felt a slight touch of annoyance, but it was hidden underneath the playful arousal that swelled through her body. She flexed her rump and pushed it toward his hips, while his unoccupied hand traveled across her waistline.

“Mm… how about some tomatoes, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice low and sultry as she looked over her shoulder at him.

“M hm.” Shining brought both his hands down below her waist, and rubbed them in sync with one another across her buttocks.

“Mustard?” Velvet pushed her rump against his lap again, where she could feel his erection throbbing through his jeans.

“And avacado. Just the way I like it.” Shining trailed his hand across her hips and found the space between her thighs. He could feel a bit of dampness through her pants as she involuntarily flexed into his grasp.

Velvet’s tongue trailed out past her lips as she savored the feel of her son’s fingers against her wanting body. Though her soaking pussy couldn’t quite feel their direct contact, the pressure was gratifying all the same. She wondered if she put her mind to it, would even that be enough to push her over the edge? Let that fountain of tension spill out, even with her pants still on, just giving in for the sake of a gratifying release?

Her resolve won out, and with a light thrust, she pulled her buttocks in. With the same force, she drove them back, bumping her son off of her.

“Ah ah ah,” she playfully chided him. “No more molesting mommy until you’ve got something in your tummy, okay sweetheart? Now go sit down while I fix your sandwich”

Shining Armor gagged for theatrical effect, but finally resigned himself to his fate. Before he left, he delivered a lighthearted swat of his palm against her butt. The unexpected slap sent another pleasant jolt through Velvet’s body, so spontaneous they were that she had to force her mouth to keep shut to avoid crying out in a lustful moan.

Ooh, he’s gonna get it later. She thought to herself as she contracted her muscles to keep her vagina from winking so erratically. Shining took his seat at the dining room table, his blue tail hanging off the side of the iron chair. Velvet’s horn lit up with a magical aura, levitating the items to prepare her son’s sandwich.

A few minutes of cutting and spreading went by, and Velvet brought her son a sandwich on wheat bread, cut down the middle, with a helping of chips poured over it. She hovered a glass of tea to the table as well, all of it landing in front of the stallion who looked on eagerly.
“Thanks mom.” He said, grabbing one half of the sandwich and taking a hearty bite. It wasn’t until his tongue tasted the juice of the tomato mingled with hay that his stomach spasmed slightly. He’d not realized how hungry he’d been throughout the ceremony until that point. As he ate his meal feverishly, Velvet took her seat adjacent to him, watching her boy eat with the same appetite he’d had for years, ever since he’d started going through the big change all colts did when they reached that crucial age.

“Tell me about bootcamp, sweetheart.” She said, hoping to slow his pace down before he choked himself. “How awful were those instructors to you? I want to know everything.”

Shining Armor looked up at his mother, staring at him earnestly as he chewed his food. His thoughts returned to the days when he was one of several young stallions being yelled at by their new officers, he and the rest of them wondering what exactly they’d gotten themselves into.

“First week was awful.” He replied, taking an additional bite of his sandwich. “I got a chance to talk with another stallion whose father had done it when he was younger: said the first week was called Nightmare Week. Basically, they show us where we’re gonna live, how to take orders, who’s gonna be in charge of that, you know, crash course of how life’s gonna be for a while. And all of it drilled into our heads by somepony screaming at the top of their lungs just a foot away from us.”

Velvet winced slightly at his response. “Were you scared, honey?”

“Nah.” He responded casually. Though Velvet made no effort to object, her face showed the slightest bit of doubt at what he’d told her.

“Alright, I was a little nervous. When Sgt. Gaskin was chewing somepony out, I could feel my stomach drop to my toes hoping I’d never be the one he was angry at. But that’s all just part of the process. Even though the royal guard’s a ceremonial job, they still try to train us as if we’re going to war. And if you can’t take getting yelled at, then you don’t really have any place on the battlefield, right?”

Shining Armor regretted what he’d said the minute the words left his mouth. Even though his mother had genuinely wanted to know what her boy had been busy with while he’d been gone for so long, she clearly wasn’t ready to hear what he’d had to say. She hated the thought of somepony she didn’t know yelling at her precious little stallion. It didn’t help that he’d also planted the idea of him going to war in her head, even if it was a very unlikely possibility.

“Anyway, the next few weeks got a little better.” He continued in an effort to ease her mind. “It was mostly PT day in and day out. First few days were pretty tough, I thought I was gonna puke. But I got used to it real quick. Didn’t realize I could mount such a high wall so fast, even with weights on.” Shining placed a handful of chips into his mouth as he noticed his mother’s expression change. She smiled a little more satisfied as she heard of his pride in his accomplishments. “Week five was weapons training. Swords, spears, crossbows.”

“Crossbows?” Velvet asked inquisitively. “I figured they’d teach you how to use the weapons that you’d hold at your post, but never thought they’d teach you firearms.”

“Yup. Like I said, they don’t just want entrance decorations: they want soldiers. They had us do some target practice, even did some sparring with the melee weapons. I kicked some flank in the ring.”

“Really?” Velvet’s face lit up with excitement. “I’m shocked! You’ve always been a tough stallion, but I never took you to be a weapons master.”

“Boot camp offers a lot of surprises. You learn you’re capable of a lot of things when you’re pushed harder than you’ve ever been pushed in your life. Last few weeks was post training, where they had us do what the job pretty much entails: standing still for a really long time.” He said with a smirk, eliciting a giggle from Velvet. “They had us stand at a post for hours on end, they’d get the other recruits to move around and talk to us, try to get us to move. The tricky one was when they left us alone for an hour, then snuck up on us and yelled as loud as they could.”

“Did they get you?”

“Almost.” Shining said, taking a drink of his tea to wash down the food in his mouth. “I remember I was standing outside the castle, sweating like crazy, wondering to myself if Princess Celestia had any control over how hot the sun was. Then out of nowhere I hear ‘YOU SCRAWNY LITTLE EXCUSE FOR A PONY, I’LL BET YOU COULDN’T BUCK YOUR WAY OUT OF A PINATA!’ and I just feel my whole throat close up for a few seconds. Then Sgt. Gaskin steps in front of me and starts looking me over. I don’t know if he noticed I was shivering, or if he decided to go easy on me, but he left me after a bit. I guess it was good enough for him. After that was just graduation rehearsal, nothing worth mentioning there.”

Velvet’s face beamed with admiration for her newly graduated son. “Sweetheart, I’m so proud of you. I’m glad you proved that you could face such hardships all by yourself, and come out okay. You’re growing into a fine young stallion.”

Shining Armor averted his eyes, humbled by her praise. “What about you, mom?” He asked in return, taking the last bite of his sandwich, his plate now filled mostly with crumbs. “How’ve you and dad been without me and Twilight here?”

Velvet’s eyes looked up to the ceiling, recalling how she’d occupied herself during the past two months. “Oh, it’s been quiet around here, Shining. Just when you’d gone to camp, your sister went and got picked up by Princess Celestia. After that, the light bulb factory has been keeping your father away from home more than usual. They’re undergoing some new energy efficient redesign, and they’ve been needing his expertise on the matter for all of their departments. When he gets home at night, he’s usually so exhausted he’s hardly in any mind to stay up and be any company.”

Shining felt dismayed as he heard about his father’s work causing some stress on he and his mother. “Dad’s just not in the mood?”
“His mood hasn’t changed at all; he wants to spend time with me even when he gets home. He just doesn’t have the energy. So with you, he and Twilight all gone, I’ve been mulling around the house, looking for things to do. Sometimes I’ll do a bit of writing, or try out a new recipe in the kitchen. If I’m sick of looking at the house, I’ll go for a stroll in the park, watch a show at the outdoor theater.” Velvet let out a demoralized sigh out her nose.

Shining stared at Velvet worriedly. Throughout his life, she’d been the image of a strong mother, rarely showing weakness or faltering in her resolve to stay firm for her children. Seeing her in such a state brought his spirits down, making his chest hurt just a bit. Taking note of his uneasiness, Velvet paused a moment to recompose herself.

“Don’t worry Shining sweetie, it’s nothing to be too concerned over.” She assured him, bringing back her cheerful demeanor. “I’m feeling a lot better now that you’re finally home.”

Shining allowed himself to smile in return. Though he took no delight in the anguish his mother had put up with in his absence, he was at least glad that his return had brought an end to her troubles. The two found their eyes locked for a moment, before Shining looked down at his empty plate and cleared his throat.

“Thanks for lunch, mom.” He said gratefully, raising his arms as he stretched himself fully. “So…”

“Yes, sweetheart?” Velvet asked, her fixed intently on him.

“Well, you said dad’s not really had enough energy to keep you company at night’s.”

“I did say that.” She replied, her excitement making itself apparent, despite her efforts to appear playfully negligent of the direction her son was steering toward.

“I thought maybe… I could keep you keep you company in his stead?” he asked, feeling his face warm up as he eagerly awaited her response.

Velvet watched her son’s face turn a lovely shade of pink as he wrestled with his emotions. Aside from the playful antics they’d engaged in moments before, he still felt humbled flat out asking for her to lay with him. He was a gentlecolt in every sense of the term, an example she felt other stallions his age ought to follow. Her upper teeth pushed down on her bottom lip, and her thighs squeezed together in anticipation.

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you dear.” She replied in a low, passionate tone of voice. She sat up and stepped toward her handsome son. Before he could stand up, she placed her hand on his chest, her palm sliding over the center and up toward his chin. Standing behind him as he breathed in deeply, she lowered her mouth toward his head and kissed him gently on his cheek. Feeling his mother’s lips drew out an involuntary shiver from the stallion. Velvet giggled in delight and drew her mouth toward his ear.

“Come on then, sweetheart.” She whispered, making his ear twitch from the feel of her warm breath. She moved her hand down and grasped his hand in hers, prompting him to stand. And he followed her out of the kitchen, still holding her hand, as she led him toward her bedroom. Her heart fluttered as she felt his hand grip her, just like when he was a little colt. Holding onto her, completely dependent on her support, letting her lead the way for him. Though their minds were brimming with carnal thoughts for one another, their hearts still carried the purest form of love between a mother and son.