Author's Note

Alrighty boys and girls; let's do this! It's May, and as such it's time for a MILF story! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! However, if you don't like hawt, steamy, MILF-on-young-colt action, it might be time to abandon ship now. Got it? Get it? Good! Then let's get this story going!

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...dear god, what have I done?

Settling In

“Thanks for watching him on such short notice, Velvet,” you hear your mom say from the other room. “My normal foalsitter’s out of town, and my train leaves in an hour. You were my last hope. I can’t thank you enough.”

“That’s quite alright, Storm,” came the reply, the voice warm and understanding. “I’m well aware of how hectic things are right now. Especially for you weather pegasi.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” your mom groans. “We’ve been trying to get everything sorted out, but with half of Equestria’s weather force still out of commission from Tirek, it’s been a nightmare dealing with all the rogue weather. I’m just glad I’m not one of those assigned to Ponyville. The Everfree Forest is playing havoc with their schedules.” They continue to prattle on, but you stop listening in. Instead, you begin to explore. After all, you were going to be staying here a couple of weeks at most.

The living room is homely. The furniture looks inviting, but you ignore it as you continue to walk slowly around the room. Pictures hang from the walls, depicting the same four ponies. One of them you recognize: the gray unicorn mare with a violet and white mane. She’s the one currently talking to your mom at the front door. A coffee table in the center of the room is covered in magazines, papers, and books. Something that looks like a manuscript rests on top of the pile. There’s a fireplace along the far wall, but it’s not in use. The faint smell of cinnamon fills the air. It was very relaxing. It wasn’t going to be too hard to get comfortable over the next few weeks.

All-in-all, it has more of a ‘home’ feeling than your own home. That’s to be expected though, what with your mom being on the weather team and all. She’s in charge of several different towns, so she’s barely home to begin with. It’s a lot worse now though. After Tirek sapped all the magic from everypony, none of the weather teams could do their jobs. Even when their magic returned, most of the pegasi were too injured to fly. They had attempted to fly off of the clouds they had been trapped on, but couldn’t. The results hadn’t been good. You’re just thankful that you had been in Canterlot when he had come through. You were safe and sound on the ground. However, your mom now had to pick up the slack, which meant that you were going to be staying at one of her friend’s houses for a few weeks while she traveled from town to town to help out. You didn’t really mind her absence; you were an only foal, and used to taking care of yourself. Besides, the absences just made the time you two did spend together all the more enjoyable.

You are pulled out of your musing by the sound of the front door closing. A quick peek out the curtained window confirms that your mom is already off and running. She takes to the air, only to pause and glance back. Upon seeing you in the window, she gives you a happy wave which you quickly return. With that, she’s off towards the train station in a blur of colors.

You watch her go for a few seconds before the muffled sound of hooves on carpet draws your attention away from the window. Twilight Velvet approaches, a warm smile on her face. She has a pink apron on, the front of it damp. She had been washing dishes when you and your mom had come calling.

“So it looks like it’ll just be you and me for a few weeks, huh?” she asks.

You nod, ears perking up.

“Well, let me finish putting away the dishes and then I’ll show you to the guest room and you can get settled in, okay?”

You nod again, and she turns to head towards the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she does so. It’s then that you notice that her apron hugs her body just right. Her plot is accented by the pink ties that hold the apron in place. It’s nicely round and bounces slightly as she walks. It’s not all fat though, as you can see some muscles shifting about as she sways side to side.

You stare at the sight—mesmerized—until she disappears into the kitchen. Freed from the spell, you give your head a quick shake, already feeling your cheeks heating up. Curse your teenage mind. It was bad enough that you got distracted in class. The fillies in your class were beginning to develop as well, and it was almost impossible to focus on class work when there were nicer things to focus on.

That was one of the reasons you had taken to sitting in the front of the classroom. Much less distractions.

The sound of dishes clinking together causes your ear to flick. Unsure of how to pass the time, you shuffle forward and peer through the archway that leads to the kitchen. Velvet is positioned by sink, standing on her hind legs while her forelegs are in the bubble-filled sink. Every so often a plate is lifted out of the sink in a rose-colored cloud of magic. It is dried by a towel before levitated into the proper drawer or cupboard. Velvet hums softly as she works, swaying side to side. Her tail flicks back and forth, nearly revealing—

You quickly retreat, pulling your head back even as the fur on your cheeks turn deep crimson. Getting comfortable here for the next few weeks was going to be harder than you originally thought… in more ways than one. Why did your mom’s friend have to be so hot?

…

Stupid teen hormones.

Luckily, you had relaxed by the time Velvet was finished. Walking back into the room, she glances around before spying you sitting on the couch. A warm smile touches her lips. “Shall we get you settled in?”

You nod quickly before jumping down and following after her. She leads you to the entryway, where your bags are still parked by the front door. Her horn begins to glow again, and the suitcases levitate up beside her.

“Come along,” she chirps before climbing up the set of stairs just off the entryway. You try not to stare as you follow behind her, you really do, but temptation is a cruel mistress. A quick couple of peeks wouldn’t hurt, right? Needless to say, her plot still looks amazing, even from this angle. You file those mental images away for later.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Velvet proceeds down the hallway only to pause at the first door on the right. She pushes the door open before motioning towards the room with a hoof.

“Here’s the bathroom,” she says.

You glance inside. It’s a fairly big bathroom lengthwise. There are two sinks, a toilet, and a large bathtub-shower at the far end. Light blue bath mats cover the floor, the same color as the cloth decoration on the back of the toilet. The counter is most clean, only a few feminine products here and there. You’re pretty sure there’s more behind the shower curtain, but that’s for later exploration.

“Feel free to use the shower whenever,” she says as you continue to look around. “We have a large enough water heater that you shouldn’t run out. You can even flush the toilet while somepony is taking a shower without scalding.”

You raise an eyebrow at that. That’s certainly an improvement from your home. Accidently flush the toilet while somepony’s in the shower there and you end up with roasted pegasus.

Giving the bathroom one last once-over, you pull your head out of the bathroom and follow Velvet further down the hallway until you reach what appears to be a balcony with a railing. Peering over the railing, you blink in surprise upon seeing that you are looking down into the kitchen.

“Handy little thing, isn’t it?” Velvet asks as you continue to peer over the loft. “Night had it built shortly before he passed. Certainly made it easier to catch Twilight or Shining trying to sneak a midnight snack.” She laughs softly before turning to a door just opposite of the railing. “And this is the guest room.” She pushes the door open. “This is where you’ll be staying.”

Pulling yourself from the railing, you slip past her and into the room. The carpet inside is softer than the carpet in the hall, and your hooves immediately sink into the plush material. The large, queen-size bed had been made. A light blue comforter covered the white sheets, and several throw pillows crowded the headboard. Two nightstands sat on either side of the bed, a lamp on one, an alarm clock on the other. An old oak trunk rested at the foot of the bed, and it was there that Velvet placed your suitcases.

“Well, this is it,” she says. She glances around the room before her gaze returns to you and she smiles. “It’s not much, but it’s all yours for the next few weeks. My room is just over there.” She points out to the hall, and the door on the adjacent wall of the balcony. “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask.”

“T-thanks,” you mutter out, your voice quiet.

Her smile grows. “It’s no trouble, dear.” She turns and begins to walk out of the room, and you catch yourself watching her tail as she does so. You quickly look away however when she glances back at you. “Dinner will be in about an hour, okay? We’ll probably be getting take-out.” She paused, an unsure look crossing her face. “Is… is that alright with you?”

You blink, ears perking.

“That’s fine,” you tell her. “Mom gets take-out all the time.”

The smile returns to her face. “Take-out it is then! I’ll call you when it’s here.” With that, she’s gone.

You breathe a sigh of relief. Though you didn’t show it (at least you hope you didn’t), it had been getting rather awkward to be in the same room with her. A bedroom… with her. Shaking her head, you throw yourself onto the bed. The comforter sinks down beneath you, enveloping you in its soft embrace. The faint scent of lavender fills your nose, and you sigh again as your muscles begin to relax. This morning had been hectic, your mother and you rushing around as you packed everything you needed. She hadn’t gotten the memo that she was needed elsewhere until just after breakfast. All the rushing around, packing, trying to figure out who would care for you, and the walking; you were exhausted! A nap sounded amazing right now, but you had something to take care of first.

Reluctantly pulling yourself off the bed, you root around in your suitcase until you find your toiletry bag. With that clamped firmly in your teeth, you slip out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, you make sure to lock the door before placing the bag on the counter. From it you pull a small bottle of shampoo.

Shampoo in mouth, you pull the curtain aside before stepping carefully into the shower. Moving the curtain back into place, you turn the water on. Instantly, you realize your folly as a burst of freezing cold water strikes your back.

Letting out a small yip, you press yourself against the wall of the shower and quickly fumble with the knob. After a few seconds, the water begins to heat up to a more comfortable temperature. Opening a wing, you tentatively stick it under the stream, testing the water. Warmth floods up the appendage, and with a happy coo, you slip beneath the falling water. You enjoy with feeling of water running through your coat for a few seconds before grabbing the shampoo bottle you brought with you. A quick flick of the hoof opens it, and you begin to wash.

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You aren’t sure how long you were asleep before there came a soft knock on your door. Lifting your head off the pillow, you glance blearily over at the alarm clock. The hands read just a little past seven in the evening.

You frown, your brow furrowing. Seven? But you finished with your shower around four-thirty. Velvet said dinner was going to be in an hour.

Before you could ponder the late hour any longer, the knocking came again, followed by a soft voice. “Dear, you awake?”

“Y-yeah,” you call out, fighting back a yawn.

The door cracks open and Velvet sticks her head in. Peering around, her gaze softens upon seeing you nestled in the bed.

“Dinner’s here, if you’re hungry,” she says before pulling her head back.

You nod, yawning again, even as you hear her moving off down the hall. Pulling yourself from the sheets, you stumble a bit as you hit the floor. As you move out into the hallway, a heavy, spicy aroma hits your nose, wafting up from the kitchen below. You recognize that smell, and already your mouth is watering.

“Tacooos~~~” you moan as your wings flutter by your side. You’re half tempted to just leap over the railing into the kitchen below, but you quickly remember that your hostess is a unicorn. She’s probably not used to a pegasus guest. Instead, you take the stairs.

A place is already set for you when you arrive in the kitchen, three steaming tacos resting together on a plate. Velvet is by the counter, in the process of pulling her own food out of a large paper bag. She perks as your hooves touch the linoleum. Glancing over her shoulder, she chirps, “There you are! Sorry that dinners a little late, but Los Tres Coltritos was packed! Everypony wants take out tonight. Apparently there’s a big hoofball game going on downtown in order to boost ponies’ morale.”

“It’s fine,” you say as you take your seat. You reach for one of the tacos, only to pause a second later and return your hoof to your lap. Your mom taught you it was impolite to start eating before everypony was at the table.

As if sensing your hesitation, Velvet glances back over her shoulder again. “You can go ahead and tuck in. I can hear your stomach from over here.”

You don’t need to be told twice, and within half-a-second, one of the tacos is already gone. You chew slowly, enjoying the hurricane of flavor that explodes in your mouth. Cheese, rice, beans, lettuce, tomatoes; everything is mixed together in such a way that it sends your taste buds spinning.

You continue chewing in blissful ignorance for several minutes until the sound of giggling draws you back to the real world. Velvet is eyeing you from across the table, amusement clear in her blue eyes.

“That good, huh?” she asks, shaking her head.

Your face immediately heats up and you duck down beneath the table, but do not stop your chewing.

“Sorry,” you mutter out around the food.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” she titters, holding a hoof to her mouth. “I have had two foals before. I know what a teenage appetite is like. It was just, the way your face lit up. It was adorable.”

You’re pretty sure the tips of your ears are on fire now. Reaching up, you grab another taco and quickly pulling it under the table with you. This just causes Velvet to giggle again, her bell-like laugh echoing around the room.

After a few minutes your embarrassment dwindles and you re-emerge from beneath the table. Velvet just smiles at you before returning to her own dinner: a taco salad with extra tomatoes. The two of you eat in silence for a while before Velvet suddenly perks up.

“Dear, you’re sixteen now, right?” she asks you curiously, tilting her head to the side.

You give her a blank stare before nodding. “Y-yeah… why?”

“Just curious,” she hums, taking another bite. “Your mother and I haven’t visited each other recent, and you’ve certainly grown since the last time I saw you. Sixteen already, huh?” She laughs softly, shaking her head. “Not even my colt and you’re growing up so fast.” Silence falls again before she suddenly asks, “How is school going?”

“G-good,” you stammer out, taken aback by the sudden change in topic. “I passed last year with mostly B’s and two C’s.”

“That’s good to hear,” Velvet says. “Both my foals were hard workers. I don’t think I ever saw anything less than an A between either of them.”

Your ears fold back against your head and you sink down in your chair.

Velvet notices this right away and quickly backpedals. “Oh, no no! Don’t feel bad. I didn’t say that to make you feel bad. Twilight and Shining were exceptional students, yes, but they focused all too much on their school work. Barely had time for friends… or family,” she added in a softer voice. A melancholy look passes across her face before she returns to her food.

You feel like you should say something, but are unsure of how to change the conversation. Eventually, you just blurt out the first thing that feels right. “W-we can hang out sometime… if-if you’d like.”

Velvet stares at you, blinking owlishly.

“I mean, I’m gonna be staying here a while,” you mutter, ears splaying off to the side. “W-we can do something together. To past the time. I… I don’t mind.” You pause, your cheeks growing redder as Velvet continues to stare at you. “W-we don’t have to if you don’t want to though…” you trail off.

An awkward silence fills the room, and you bite your lip in embarrassment. Slowly, you begin to slip back beneath the table, but stop as Velvet finally speaks.

“I’d… I’d like that,” she says softly. Closing her eyes, she tilts her head to the side and gives you a small smile. “I’d like that very much.”

At this, a small smile touches your muzzle as well.

As you both resume eating, you find yourself looking forward to the days ahead.