Pounding. A searing pain between his thighs, the tightness in his gut, and... soft flesh under his bruised head? Anon emerged from the painful darkness of his K.O. to see Velvet above him. He assumed his head was resting on her thighs, unless Equestria had heated pillows. She stroked the side of his head lightly with a hoof. Despite the serine imagery of the moonlit tree behind her, as well as stars shining in the dark canvas of the sky like pure diamonds, Anon's gaze was focused solely on Velvet's smile. As Anon’s vision gradually returned to him, he noticed that, surrounding them,, were thick bushes of varying types backlit by unseen lanterns. Anon guessed she'd taken him to a park, somewhere quiet for him to rest until he came to.

Were it not for the pain, Anon would have considered himself to be in some corney scene from a bad fan-fiction, or some common DeviantArt painting he ashamedly would favorite and save to his filth-ridden hard drive.

"How do you feel?" she said sweetly. Her eyes sparkling lightly.

Wow… Motherly? Yes. Lucky Sparkle children.

"Not sure. You're blocking my senses," he lied, but her visage was doing quite a lot to help him forget his traumatized baby-batter-kinder-candies.

Velvet giggled cutely, her hoof coming to her lips as her cheeks flushed. She reached out to touch Anon's bruised stomach, pushing on it a bit more roughly than he would like. He winced, immediately grabbing his stomach.

Her smug grin came out in full force as she stared down at him, "Liar."

"What can I say? I like making you happy."

Anon winced again as Velvet put pressure on his stomach again. "And cheesy. Celestia! Have I found a sap."

Anon chuckled, allowing the filter between his ear and mouth to cease, he said, "Hey, I can be sticky-sweet aaalll over you."

Velvet threw her head back, laughing uproariously. Her laughter filled the small space they occupied, and she threw herself forward, pressing her snoot to his chest as she continued laughing.

Anon got a face-full of her chest fur, Velvet's shampoo and a bit of perfume filled his nose. Or it could be her natural scent. He wasn't sure. Most ponies tended to smell like fruits or spices to him. They said they couldn't smell it, but that might be because humans have predatory features as well as herbivores'.

Aside from the gentle smothering, Velvet was quite warm. Not that he expected her to be chilled or anything, but she just felt so very warm.

He then noticed the distinct lack of laughter from his date. Her laughter had turned to pleasant giggles, but when had she stopped laughing altogether? He pushed himself up a bit with an elbow and looked at Velvet, who was looking at something else, and then he saw it. Anon was pitching a tent he hadn't even noticed. Strange. He hoped the party-crashers he and his date fought with hadn't caused him any harm.

He turned his attention back to his date, though his cheeks felt a bit hot. "Velvet? You alright?"

She shook her head and looked back at him, he cheeks flushed and a certain longing in her eyes. Anon knew that look. He'd seen it on her before from time to time, usually when a "hunky" stallion walked by.

"I guess you're not too hurt, if your gutter-brain is still working." she teased.

"Oh, hah ha," he rolled his eyes.

"Hey, I'm not complaining." She smiled darkly, sex evident in her eyes, "I'm taking that rod before this night is over. I want to end this fuck-tacular evening on a high note."

Anon felt the heat in his face increase ten-fold. "Be gentle?"

"Maaaybeee." she sang sensually.

Anon placed his hands on her chest, running his fingers through her fur, also pushing her off him a bit. Her confusion at his actions lasted only a moment. Anon moved his hands around to her neck and then to her cheeks and he guided her face to his. The spiderman-esk position was a bit strange at first, but her felt he could get used to it quickly.

"Before I taste your hunger," he started, looking at her lovingly, "I want to kiss you. For many reasons… but, it just seems right to start this way."

Velvet smiled at him. She lowered her lips to his and pressed lightly. They sat there, just enjoying the semi-wet muscles and skin tickling each other for a time. Velvet gradually began pressing more and more into the kiss, as if driven by a need. That need, Anon already knew, was going to turn them into putty before the morning. Just, a feeling he had.

Anon noted how hot Velvet's lips felt against his own. Any preconceptions about how ponies tasted now firmly out the door, he let the taste and warm sensations of the soft mare above him fill his mind and attentions. Gently, he reached up to her and wrapped his hands behind her head, bringing her as close as he could without shoving the two of them into each other's throats.

Velvet moaned softly, continuing her pleasantly aggressive assault on Anon's lips. A desire struck her, a need powerful enough to have her question if she should act upon her desires.

Would he like it? Will he get mad?

Her fears threatening to kill the mood, Velvet steeled her decision. She wanted to taste the human, badly. Every fear her mind conjured up would have to wait, but even so, she didn't just dive in. Still playing on her sensibilities, Velvet teasingly licked and prodded Anons lips with the tip of her tongue.

Anon, feeling his partner's wet muscle pressing to his lips, parted his lips and allowed her passage. Her tongue slipped further into his mouth and explored. Her tongue flinched a bit at first when it made contact with his rows of sharp teeth.

Velvet's spine shook almost violently with excitement. A shiver both primaly afraid and sexually driven, at the feeling for each point making contact with such a vulnerable part of herself. She longed to have him "hunt her down" and take her. A thought, she noted, that she would save for later. She knew Anon had some weird kinks from previous interactions, but she didn't know if he liked that. Best save it for later, she thought.

Anon could taste a fleeting sweetness on her and decided to guide her further in. He placed his tongue atop hers and pulled her further in. That fleeting sweetness now fully in his mind, reminded him of a warm, moist cake with hints of grapes, blueberry, and red velvet. He sighed heavily, breathing from his nose, he could feel his breath collide with her neck and return to his cheeks. It was hotter than he'd expected.

Velvet delighted in Anon's forwardness and even more-so at his flavor, something like salty-sweet with hints of wintermint and bread. The latter no doubt from their earlier meal. She slid her tongue along his, back and forth, caressing him. A light moan escaped him, delighting Velvet.

Velvet needed to move now. Her growing arousal becoming uncomfortable pinned between her thighs and the ground. She moved slowly, allowing Anon to adjust as he needed.

Anon opened his eyes upon feeling Velvet rise. He loosened his grip on her head. He'd felt the shiver run through her and now that she stood over him, he wondered if she was alright. He released her lips from his own, her eagerness causing an audible pop once their lips were free of each other. He watched as her eyes went wide when he parted them.

"You okay?" he whispered sweetly.

Velvet smiled and her gaze lowered to one of a much more seductive nature. Her thighs felt hot where pressure built between them, a pressure she hadn't felt in a long while. It was like an old friend had come home from a long journey overseas. Like a desire so pure and not born of obligation.

She hummed and nodded. "I'm alright. More than alright actually. But I want more," she shivered, "sooo much more."

Anon chuckled, "greedy noble."

"Filthy serf." she giggled.

Velvet placed her hooves on either side of Anon's head then gently lead him into turning over and sitting up. Once that was done, she kissed him softly, then leaned back slowly and drew him along with her even when their lips had parted; not unlike having a leash tied to him.

Anon, now on all fours, felt himself being drawn over Velvet by an unknown pressure. Not magic. If it had been magic he'd have felt the little sparks of electricity jumping across his skin. No, this was a pressure like the gentle hands of a lover guiding him forward and he willingly followed. Velvet's touch-less magnetism excited him in ways he couldn't describe. His heart raced and pounded. The heat from his skin felt like a furnace, and when he felt Velvet's own heat waft over him, she was like a burning coal under him.

The exotic-ness of the sensation lent him a renewed sense of need, a need Anon didn't know he had, but now that her did have it he never wanted to let it go. He climbed over her and from this position Anon took in the picture of Velvet beneath him. She was excited, blushing, and had her belly exposed to him while her hooves crossed over her chest. Her back legs were relaxed and twitched every so often. she kept arching her back and restraining herself from the action; which Anon found exciting and cute to watch. She looked vulnerable even when he knew damn-well she was anything but. He lowered himself onto her and kissed her again, hungrily. His hips found hers quite naturally and ground themselves against her heavily, slowly.

As Velvet watched him come down on her, that excited-fear shook her again. Her skin beneath her coat felt as though it was on fire when he touched her and his weight on her made her tense pleasantly. When he kissed her she relaxed some but her excitement only furthered her desire. That pressure between her thighs was becoming greater and she knew she'd be begging him to mount her soon. Just the idea made her moan softly. That's when it happened, Anon's hips met hers and his thigh pressed against her hot, moist clit. She gasped and her hips bucked forward of their own accord.

Anon lifted off his lover for a second and he smiled down at her. He placed his hand on her cheek and she leaned into it. He took the opportunity to lean forward once more and kiss her neck. Velvet moaned curtly and when he ran his teeth over the coat and skin she shivered almost violently. His hand trailed from her cheek to her neck and over her chest, teasing the fur and causing her to moan louder.

Anon raised back up to look at her face. He wanted to watch her reaction for what he did next. His hand slid down over her taut belly and towards her nipples.

Velvet's blush came back in full force and this is where he could really see the resemblance between mother and daughter. Velvet normally had an air of elegance about her that her daughter lacked, but Twilight had a cuteness to her that her mother lacked most times. Now however, Twilight Velvet looked more like her daughter than Anon was willing to admit. The origin of that cute book-ish, shyness that Twilight normally displayed was out in full force.

One-up for genetics!

Anon's fingers met with Velvet's teats and she hid her face, well and truly embarrassed at this point. She'd forgotten about them in her lust filled state. She was no old mare, but neither was she young and without the signs of age and motherhood.

"A-are... those to your liking? Don't lie." Velvet nearly mumbled.

Anon, a bit shocked by her embarrassment, grinned at her. He leaned down to her ear and whispered,

"They're just fine. Nice even. Plump too. I'll have to tell you about human physiology sometime."

He rolled the fleshy mounds between his fingers and Velvet's reaction was just as cute as before, only with little moans and sighs mixed in. Especially when his fingers or palm grazed over her nipples. Her thighs clenched and she rubbed her knees together. Velvet fidgeting while he teased her flesh only spurred on her desire. His silver tongue didn't hurt much at all, if she was honest with herself.

Anon slipped his hand lower and watched Velvet's reaction closely. Over her soft mounds and the thin fur between them and his new target. The tips Anon's fingers made contact with Velvet's clit. First over the plush outer lips and then to the slick pink flesh of her slit. He was surprised to find how unlike his expectations she felt. Very soft, hot, and slick. He'd expected her to feel taut or firm in some way, but as he played with her folds he found she was quite malleable and her sex just got hotter the more he ministrated her.

Velvet's reaction was immediate, she gasped loudly at having her hot plot touched after so much build-up. Her breathing deepened and she found herself struggling to maintain control of her lungs. Every stroke over her lips felt almost laborious and with enough pressure to keep her on that figurative edge. She moaned softly and squirmed more than before. She looked up at Anon and realized he'd been watching her reactions. She felt a need to hide her face from him but her hooves her to busy pressing his hand to her wet mound.

When did those get there?!

She now felt well and truly exposed to him, so, she did the only thing she could, she buried her head in the crook of Anon's neck between his shoulder and his jaw.

"Don't stop. For the love of Luna, don't stop anon!" she rasped.

"Mmm, sensitive much?" he hummed.

Anon took this as his queue and pressed his fingers harder into her and even slid her little button between his knuckles, to which she replied by moaning low and long. Her hips were bucking against his hand and so to keep her from sliding around too much Anon, propped up by his left elbow, slid his forearm behind Velvet. It helped. She was now more steadily grinding herself on his ministrations.

"More! I need more!" she pantingly urged from his shoulder.

Anon slipped a finger inside her wet, dripping tunnel. Velvet latched onto him, wrapping her right, rear hooves around Anon's left leg. She'd managed to will her front hooves to wrap around Anon's neck tightly. She held on dear life as her lust over took her. The building pressure within her felt like a wave being held back by a wall of wind. She needed a push, something, anything to let that wave crash over her and wash away everything.

This wonderful, caring, alien creature she had known for so long was pleasuring her with almost no regard for his own lust, which she could smell on his neck. She breathed deep his scent between moans. He smelled of coriander and an earthy mint soap along with the sweat and heady musk assailing her senses.

Anon slid his finger in and out of Velvet's dripping passage. His finger tip grazed a rough-ish nub inside her. Velvet gasped and clenched both her hooves around his body and her pussy around his finger. He figured this was a good thing and slipped another finger inside her to help with his access to her trigger. Her groans from being filled further and spread were like music in his ears. He stroked in and out of her a bit, feeling her hot, moist breath on his neck before stroking her g-spot again. The rough nub giving no resistance.

Velvet gasped again and her voice let loose a torrent of moans and near-squeaks, she felt helpless to his control.

"Nearing your peak?" Anon whispered.

Velvet nodded stiffly. She unburied her head from his shoulder and looked up at the tree above them, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she opened and closed it, trying to swallow her saliva between breaths. She was so close, so very close. A fleeting thought entered her, a threat to the universe.

If we're interrupted now I'll grow wings and torture whatever thing dared to ruin this!

Somewhere out in the void, Velvet felt something shy away from her.

Velvet was brought back to her extacy when Anon used both his fingers to circle around her g-spot. She squirmed, trying in vain to force his fingers onto it. Suddenly his fingers left it and she felt the pressure ease and a longing replaced it, only for him to tap his finger down directly onto her spot again. She clenched and contracted against him. He did it again, his fingers were gone and then just as quickly they were back. Every time she relaxed a little and then clenched back onto him.

She was quickly growing tired and her orgasm remained on the edge of a cliff like a safety rope ready to snap because of the weight.

"Anon! Please! Ah! I need to cum! I-I Ah- want to cum! S-stop teasi-ih-ing!"

Anon opened his mouth as if to speak, but turned his head and instead bit her neck. That extacy-filled-fear came back full force on Velvet and she felt him push his finger into her as deeply as he could.

Oh, gods that be! More! Her mind screamed.

Then he pressed his thumb onto her little button and her g-spot at the same time and rubbed them furiously. She clenched again and grit her teeth.

And it hit her. Velvet's orgasm crashed over her, washing her in a torrent of endorphins and pleasure. She cried out to the stars. Her body remained tense as her fluids gushed out and over Anon's hand, a hand with was still wriggling inside her, coaxing out as much of her orgasm as it could. Velvet felt that blast of wind push her for what seemed like minutes upon minutes before it let up. She slowly relaxed and sank back down to the ground.

Anon felt more than he saw. Velvet's clenching sex around his fingers. Her flexing stomach against his own. Her hooves digging into his back. Anon was reasonably sure she would have bit him if she was biter. He was, which she would discover shortly.

Velvet relaxed now that the waves finished crashing over her and dragging her to wherever. Her fetlocks, shoulders, stomach, and hips felt spent and she was covered in sweat, a fact making itself known when a chill breeze swept over her and forced a shiver. She gazed up into Anon's eyes. He was smiling gently at her. She knew that look. It was one she hadn't seen in so long she'd nearly forgotten what it felt like to be looked at like that. He was falling for her, maybe truly in love with her. Not many ponies stared that intently at another, unflinching.

"You know, Anon, I might just be up for another lousy date if it ends up like this again." she smiled and giggled. Her matured demeanor returning in full force, if a bit exhausted.

"Oh yeah? You like seeing me covered in food? Who's the predator species now." he slipped his fingers out of her and watched her shiver.

"Oh, it's definitely you. But, I wouldn't mind gobbling up a part of you right now. In fact, lose the trousers, I'm hungry." she smirked and pointed at his crotch.

Anon, having had pitched his tent for a while, felt as if his iron-rod just upgraded to steel and would make its way out of the confines of his pants with or without his help. He rose off Velvet and stood on his knees, each on either side of her hips. Velvet watched intently as Anon unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants. He slid the pants down along with his underwear, only about down to his thighs, and his steel sprang forth, free from his clothing.

Velvet studied him. The shape was different than she was used to, obviously, but nothing like what she'd expected. Still, knowing how the male ego works she opted not to comment on the length and instead going for shape.

"I'm glad it's not spiked or anything like that, thrilling as that would be." she smirked at him.

Anon snorted, trying to hold back a laugh, "What? You expected, maybe, a manticore or duck dick?"

"Duck?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Ugh, ask your daughter. I'm not going to explain that one, nor how I know what it looks like."

Velvet giggled, "fair enough. Now, I'm hungry," she practically purred and rolled over, hind hooves tucked under herself. She shuffled forward and, once her muzzle was within reach, she slid his length along the sides of her muzzle. She breathed deeply, took in his scent. His musk made her head swim a little.

Anon hissed at the softness of her fur against his most sensitive places. The feeling alone was intoxicating. Velvety soft, indeed. He'd noticed her softness before, of course, but this was different. It was as if her fur tickled without tickling, was a bit cool at first and then heated up the longer it remained in contact with him.

Anon's hiss aroused Velvet, lighting her fire again and she felt a small trickle slide from her clit to her teats and then off to the ground.

A warm, wet, spongy sensation made itself known on to Anon's member. Anon looked down to see Velvet licking his dick. She made slow, broad licks along his length. He groaned low and closed his eyes to focus on the sensation.

Velvet felt quite proud of herself, the corners of her lips curled upwards. With every lick, she watched Anon sink further and further from his knees and onto his rear, sitting on his heels, until he was forced to hold himself up with his arms behind himself. She never lost contact with his dick.

Anon opened his eyes to look down at Velvet. When their gazes met, she winked at him and her lips latched onto the head of his dick. She sucked on him a bit and teased it with her tongue, making long , circular motions with her tongue. Anon could only moan shortly and squirm, this sensation felt overloading and disorienting to his already lust-filled mind. When he could, he breathed in deeply and he felt how hot his breath, which surprised him.

Anon kept his gaze on Velvet. She released his dick from her mouth, but used her hooves to hold it steady as she ran the bottom of the wet muscle over the head of his penis, still making those over-powering, disabling, broad motions. The sensation assaulted his senses again, his breathing became erratic. His arms shook and trembled. Every swirl of her tongue over the head of his dick made him want to collapse onto the grass below them.

"Velvet--! Huh... I can't take much more of that. Uhn!" he rasped.

Velvet paused, but kept the pressure of her hooves, which were softer than Anon expected now that he could think more clearly, on his dick. "That so, dear? Maybe I should do this then."

And without another word Velvet enveloped his cock with her mouth. The sudden heat and slick sensation had Anon arching forward, his hand finding new purchase on Velvet's mane. She'd taken him all the way to the base of his member and he could feel her lips tickling the skin around his dick. She swallowed and the undulating pressures massaged him in ways that left him a near-babbling mess. Though for the sake of feeling more, Anon held back his load. This feeling was too good to let himself end it so soon.

Velvet slid back almost releasing him, but as she neared his head she plunged back down, taking him back into her throat. She lapped her tongue at the underside of his length and sucked as hard as she dared. Anon had grabbed hold of her mane and, truth be told, she loved the feeling of her mane being pulled. Emboldened by the new sensations, Velvet bobbed her head ever quicker over Anon's cock. He wasn't as long as some stallions, but his girth and shape made this act much easier than she remembered it being. She couldn't put into words his salty favor, but the more of him she tasted and could smell, the more she needed to have him in her mouth.

"Velvet! I'm g-getting close... Hnnggg!"

Velvet didn't stop, instead she wrapped her hooves around his hips and held him there.

Anon couldn't help but use his hand to help guide Velvet's pace, every stroke inside her hot, slick muzzle had him wanting more and as fast as she could go. He hoped she didn't suffer from motion-sickness easily.

Then Anon felt it, that peak and the end of a long climb. The last few pushes were all the harder until you reach the top and then release washes over. He thrust into Velvet's mouth at his peak, and his release hit him. Spurt after spurt of his load shot down Velvet's throat as he held her head as close to him as he could. Each shot of cum filled and emptied from his dick in thick, smooth rushes. He could only describe the sensation as heavenly.

Velvet nearly gasped when he sudden thrust and held her head to his crotch. Her nose was squished against his hips almost uncomfortably. His sudden strength surprised her, she hadn't guessed that he could be this strong. Sure he'd picked her up before, but she wasn't the heaviest of ponies. She and her daughter were blessed to be as slim as they were. But, as Anon coated her throat with his seed she was acutely aware of the fact that she couldn't move if she wanted to. All she could do was ride out his waves.

Anon finally released Velvet and collapsed onto his rear, sliding out of her mouth, and he allowed himself to lie back on the grass. His chest heaved and his vision blurred slightly, unable to clearly focus on anything.

Velvet swallowed thickly, only getting a partial taste of her lover's seed. Disappointed, she leaned forward and cleaned the cum and saliva from Anon's cock, which was slowly softening. Upon her ministrations however, he returned to full mast quickly.

"Ooh~!" Velvet cooed, "Not a one-pump-chump, I see."

"N-no, but give me a minute. As great as you are, not to mention "cute" and 'sexy-as-all-hell', I don't want my heart exploding just yet."

"Aw~" she cooed again and climbed over him on onto his rising and falling chest, "Me? Cute? You're too nice, dear."

"I meant every word." he said between gasps, "You're adorable. I can see where Twilight gets it."

Velvet giggled, a bit of blush heating her cheeks once more, "Well, thank you. I appreciate the compliment. Now, are you going to kiss me, or will I have to steal it from you?"

"I kinda want to see you stealing it," he chuckled.

"Turning me into the riff raff, are we?"

"Hah! If you're riff raff, then Celestia's a middle-class mother of octuplets living off food stamps and hand outs."

Velvet didn't retort, she leaned forward to kiss him, and Anon dodged away, smiling wickedly.

"Nu-uh. You gotta steal it, remember?"

"Oh?" Velvet lidded her eyes, the corners sweeping into that bedroom look that made stallions weak at the knees, and she leaned down to whisper in his ear... then she bit him.

Anon yelped and nearly bolted up. He opened his mouth-- and her lips were upon him. She'd stolen her kiss.

Their lips parted and Anon rubbed his sore ear, "Touche."

Velvet giggled cutely before grinding her hips and lips against Anon's length, "Now, your few minutes are up and I want to feel like a water-balloon with legs."

Anon swallowed hard. Damn she was lewd when she wanted to be. This is going to be a looong ride.

"By the way, Velvet," Anon asked.

"Yes?" she said cutely.

"What happened to your dress?"

"Oh," Velvet giggled, straddling his hips as she climbed onto him, "In the same state my pussy had better be in by sunrise."

Anon raised an eyebrow.

"Ruined"

Author's Note

Thanks for waiting! I'm sorry this came so late, but I hope you all enjoy it! I know I did.
Holy crap, were there a lot of inconsistencies in this. I'm sure I've messed a few things up so tell my in the comments below if you don't mind?