The front door to Velvet’s house swings open, allowing moonlight to stream into the darkened entryway. A few seconds later you and Velvet slip inside. You are pressed up against one another, the exposed parts of your coats brushing together as you walk. It’s been like this since you left the Boiling Cauldron, Velvet leaning down and nuzzling your neck on occasion.

As soon as you’re inside, Velvet’s horn lights up and the front door closes sharply behind you and the lock clicks into place. Like before, you leave the lights off, using the glow from Velvet’s horn to illuminate your way.

Up the stairs the both of you go, still pressed against each other as you climb the steps. Velvet’s tail swishes back and forth, swatting your flank gently. As you ascended the staircase though, the brushes become more and more frequently and with growing intensity. For some reason, this causes you to slowly become excited too, and you can feel little butterflies fluttering about your chest. A certain, spicy scent begins to fill the air.

Moving down the hall, you come to a halt in front of your door, but upon moving to open it, you are stopped by Velvet.

“Not tonight, hun,” she breathes, causing your ear to twitch. Slowly, she licks the edge of it, her tongue flicking teasingly against the tip. “We’re going to my room this time.” Bumping her flank against yours, she nudges you down the hallway towards her door. There’s a certain urgency to her movement that is causing your heart to quicken.

You know what’s about to happen… and you can hardly wait.

Velvet pushes her door open, practically dragging you inside behind her. The room is dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the thick drapes. The curtains around the bed are pulled back, revealing their interior. The bed is neat and tidy, the sea of pillows resting against the headboard exactly as you remember them.

You barely have time to look around before Velvet suddenly assaults your neck with nips and nibbles. The feeling of her lips and tongue against your coat is enough to send shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself beginning to peek from your sheath.

She gives your neck a few more forceful bites before whispering in your ear. “Get out of the suit and hop up on the bed. I’ll be right back.” With a sway of her hips, she saunters away. As she goes, her tail flicks out and drags across your nose. Instantly your senses are overwhelmed by a burst of pheromones, the smell making you lightheaded.

Practically in a daze, you do as you are told.

As Velvet disappears into her walk-in closet, you begin to strip out of the borrowed suit. It’s made slightly difficult by the fact your wings have stiffened due to Velvet’s ministrations. You eventually manage to extract yourself from the suit and, after glancing around, deposit it on the hamper. With that, you climb into the bed.

You have some trouble at first, Velvet’s bed being slightly higher than yours, and your stiff wings flap a few times as you try to hoist yourself up. Your length, now partly emerged from your sheath, rubs against the soft material of the comforter, causing you to groan at the feeling. Unintentionally, you dry hump the mattress a few times before eventually managing to pull yourself onto the bed.

As you settle down upon the plush comforter, you can’t help but glance around the bed. Most of the pillows are decorative in nature, but a few of them appear to be hoofmade, with names and pictures embroidered on them. One that stands out to you is a smallish pillow with the letters ‘T.V & N.L’ stitched into the white material in front of a pink heart. The pillow is worn, but appears to have been lovingly fixed and mended.

Before you have a chance to dig about more in the pillows, a sudden weight causes the mattress to sink down behind you. You glance over your shoulders, only for your eyes to widen and your wings, already beginning to soften, to flare wide open.

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Velvet crawls onto the bed behind you, giving you a sultry look that was enough to set your face afire. She has on a black see-through nightie, the neck of which is cut low enough that part of her chest fluff is poking through. Black stockings cover all her legs, the material accented by pink trim. A garter belt sits about her waist, attached to the stockings on her hind legs by a pair of pink ribbons. As she creeps around you, you see that a pair of black and pink panties cover her marehood, the silken underwear clinging to her form. A black ribbon is wrapped around the base of her tail in a small bow, completing the outfit.

You can only stare as she crawls over to you, your mouth agape.

“So, what do you think?” she asks softly as she settles down beside you, her chest pressed up against your flank. Her horn begins to glow and the semi-transparent violet curtains about the bed fall into place, hiding you and Velvet from the world.

“W-why do you even have something like this?” you ask.

“Just because I’m not on the market doesn’t mean I don’t like to feel sexy every now and then,” she murmurs, nuzzling your cheek.

“Well, you certainly look it,” you mumble.

Velvet hums. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” Her horn lights up again and you feel her gently take hold of your wing, stretching it out gingerly in front of her. Leaning down, she noses through your feathers, causing you to gasp in surprise at the sensation. You can feel her nose sliding over the limb, feel her breath as she exhales. The nerves in the wing—used for detecting minute changes in atmospheric pressure—can now feel each twitch and breath as Velvet drags her nose slowly over your feathers. The fact that only one wing is feeling the sensation throws you off balance. The weird mix of signals you are receive is enough to cause you to groan, and you have to lay your head down on the comforter.

Velvet suddenly drags a tongue over your wingspan, causing you to gasp. Your wing tries to retract, but Velvet’s magic prevents it. Her tongue slowly works its way along your wing, brushing through the feathers and reaching the skin beneath.

“I don’t know,” she says as she pulls back. “The taste isn’t that bad. I’ve had worse.” Licking her lips, she goes back in for another swipe before slowly working her way to the base of your wing.

You writhe about beneath her as she assaults your wings. She moves slowly from your wing up your back; nibbling, kissing, and licking all the way. Reaching your neck, she gives your cheek a long, slow lick before suddenly pulling back. Her horn lights up and you yelp in surprise as you’re suddenly flipped over onto your back, your stiff wings stopping you from rolling onto your sides. Your member, fully descended from your sheath, twitches against your chest. You give Velvet a curious look as she stares down at you, a small smirk on her face. The smirk fades slightly to a warm smile.

“If at any time you become uncomfortable, let me know,” she says. You nod and her smile grows before she leans down quickly and pushes her lips against yours. Startled, you have no choice but to follow her to lead. You aren’t the best kisser, but you try to make up from your inexperience with determination.

The kiss continues for a few more seconds before Velvet cocks her head to the side, her lips still locked with yours. Her tongue prods against your mouth, asking permission to enter. You comply, only to moan as your tongues entwine together. Velvet runs her tongue along your teeth, and you attempt to do the same. You must be doing something right, because she sighs softly into your mouth.

Slowly, Velvet pulls away and begins to trail small kisses along your chin. You push your muzzle against her, taking in her scent. The faint smell of cinnamon fills your nose, along with a certain musky aroma that is becoming all too familiar.

“Velvet,” you murmur dazedly.

She pauses by your ear. “Yes?”

You groan at the sudden lack of attention, causing her to laugh softly. She continues her ministrations, slowly working her way across your cheek, down your neck, and towards your chest. Her kisses turn into licks and nibbles, her tongue swirling sensual about your coat as she works her way downward.

Hot air washes over your length as Velvet lowers her head into your lap, her muzzle brushing against the underside of your shaft. Closing her eyes, she buries her nose into your balls and inhales deeply. A shiver runs down her spine, and she moans.

“I love that smell,” she breathes, nose still pressed against the base of your member. She inhales again before slowly licking first one orb, then the other. Her tongue caresses the sensitive organs carefully, earning her another groan from you. Your leg twitches as she suddenly takes one into her mouth, sucking on it tenderly. After a few seconds, she releases it with a small ‘pop’. Giving your balls one last lick, she then drags her tongue up your entire length to the tip.

You gasp softly as she kisses the sensitive head of your member. Glancing down, you feel yourself harden even more when you see that she’s staring up at you, her blue eyes glimmering in the darkness. She bathes your flare with licks and kisses, each one causing your hips to twitch and jerk. “Ahh! I… I… uh…”

Your inability to form words causes her to giggle. Suckling your flaring tip, she allows your member to sink into the confines of her maw. Her tongue brushes the underside of your member as more of your length slowly—tantalizing—slips into her mouth. When her muzzle bumps up against your hips, she pauses, your member fully engulfed. She swallows, the muscles of her throat tugging softly on your tip.

You moan from the sensation, and she giggles again, which in turn causes soft vibrations to run along your cock. Eyes still locked with yours, she begins to bob her head up and down your length, slowly at first but steadily picking up speed. Her tongue flicks against your flare each time she pulls away, and flicks against your balls when she sinks back down.

Oh, Luna, it was too soon for you to be nearing the end. At the rate she was going, you won’t last long. You try to tell her, but all that comes out is, “V-Velvet… I’m… I’m gonna… Aaah!” Gasping, you feel yourself beginning to flare as you pass the point of no return.

Velvet’s eyes widen and she quickly pulls off your member, much to your discomfort. That doesn’t stop your balls from constricting as your end approaches. Your annoyance swiftly turns to surprise when her magic suddenly grabs your flank and pushes your rump into the air. Finding yourself face to face with your own pulsing member, you can only blink in surprise before receiving a faceful of your own essence.

The first throb sends your seed shooting into your open mouth, startling you. The second and third strands paint your face as they drape across your muzzle. A fourth burst splashes across your left eye, which you barely close in time. Your hind legs twitch in time with your spasming member.

As you are finishing on your face, Velvet continues to hold your rump in the air, your back pressed against her stomach. Her magic slowly milks your length, coaxing a few more smaller bursts of semen from your tip. A thin strand now connects your flare to your face.

Breathing heavily as you come down from your high, you stare dazedly up at your softening member. You can feel the warm substance slowly settling about your face, the smell of your own essence filling your nostrils. Velvet peers down at you from above your rump, a large smirk on her muzzle. She’s watching you closely, waiting to see what your reaction will be.

If she’s expecting you to be grossed out by this, then she is sorely mistaken.

Tongue darting out, you begin to lick your muzzle clean. The taste of your cum has changed slightly in the last few days, becoming sweeter and far less bland. You clean yourself as much as possible, using your hoof to get at the parts of your face your tongue can’t reach. As you work, you chance a quick glance up at Velvet.

She’s staring down at your with wide eyes, her mouth open in shock. Keeping your eyes locked with hers, you slowly lick your lips before swallowing the last of your semen. This causes her to bite her lip, and she grinds herself against your back, her damp panties pressing up against you. The scent of musk lingers heavily in the air, hemmed in by the curtains all around the bed.

“That… why didn’t you tell me you were okay with eating your own stuff?” she asks.

“I didn’t think it was important,” you say. “Why?”

“Because most stallions are averse to it!” Velvet groans. “By the Maker, that was hot.” She continues to grind against you absently for a few more seconds before her gaze falls on your softening member.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she growls, eyes narrowing. “We aren’t even close to being finished.” Her horn lights up, and she slowly begins to stroke your shaft with her magic, trying to get it hard again. Leaning down, she nips at your flank, causing your leg to twitch as her teeth pull on the skin. She bites at your rump again before suddenly kissing the place she bit. The process continues as she moves from one flank to the other, first biting then kissing.

You groan at the strange sensation, your member already reacting to the stimulation.

Velvet adjusts her position, her head moving closer to your croup. Your hips jerk when she unexpectedly gives the exposed skin beneath the base of your tail a firm bite. She continues to nibble your dock for a few more seconds before slowly dragging her tongue along your flesh. Your member is rock hard again as she moves lower, the attention she’s giving you sending shivers down your spine. You moan, your legs twitching weakly.

She pauses briefly before moving down and planting a light kiss on your pucker.

You gasp loudly, and your eyes widen in shock at the sudden, unfamiliar sensation. Velvet just hums before dragging her warm tongue along the rim of your tailhole, bathing it in saliva. She sucks and kisses it, her tongue circling the thick ring, before she wraps her lips around the bulge and pushes her tongue inward. The feeling causes you to squirm.

A sudden exhales has her hot breath washing across your tail and balls, causing you to gasp again. You close your eyes, trying to sort through the deluge of sensations currently flowing through you. Velvet continues to lick and suck on your tailhole, stopping occasionally to run her tongue along your dock.

A particularly hard thrust of her tongue causes her to sink down until her lips were pressed against your flesh. You squawk loudly, you wings trying and failing to flare, blocked by Velvet’s body.

“G-gah! Nng… ah!” You can only grunt as you feel her tongue flicking about within your tailhole. Your muscles tighten around the wet invader, squeezing and clenching as shivers of pleasure creep through your body. “V-Velvet! Aah!” Your eyes flick open and you glance up, only to find her watching you. She holds your gaze, and you feel her tongue twist about one last time before she slowly pulls it free from your tailhole with a wet slurp.

Blowing softly across your wet pucker, she then licks her lips before smiling. “I think that’s enough foreplay for now. How about we move on to the main course?” She gives you a small shove, causing you to topple over sideways. As you struggle to reorient yourself, Velvet circles around and settles down onto the pile of pillows. She gives you a smoldering look over her shoulders before flicking her tail to the side. Her horn lights up, and a thin tendril of magic reaches down and pulls her thoroughly soaked panties aside, revealing her enflamed marehood. Slowly, her magic begins to spread her soaked lips apart, exposing her inner treasure for your eyes. She twitches, her clit flicking out as she winks.

“Come and get it, hun,” she breaths.

You stare at her sex, which she has lewdly displayed before you. Her arousal, no longer contained by her panties, begins to trickle down her thighs. The muted scent of musk and sex suddenly is a lot more potent, and you feel your member twitch as you stare at her throbbing slit.

Sweet Luna, it was beautiful.

Stepping forward on shaky legs, you crawl on top of Velvet. Her horn glows a little brighter, and you feel her magic take hold of your member, guiding it into place. You pause as your head presses up against something wet and warm, but then you feel her wink again, and without thinking, you drive yourself forward.

Both you and Velvet groan as your member sinks into her depths.

“Nnf, it’s… it’s been too long,” Velvet huffs.

Gritting your teeth, you whimper as you plunge into the wet, heated confines of her folds. You try and take it slow, but are unable to help yourself as she squeezes your member. Thrusting your hips, you pump yourself into the wetness she’s providing.

Velvet moans, panting heavily with her mouth agape as she flexes against you. Every time she winks, you can feel her lips clench around your length. The sensation causes your cock to throb, kicking deep inside of her. You concentrate on moving your hips, little gasps and grunts escaping your lips as your medial ring pops in and out of her entrance.

The walls of her marehood squeeze and milk at your length as you grind into her, the muscles attempting to keep your from pulling out. Her silken flesh tugs at your flare, hurtling you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust. Your balls smack against her as you work, filling the air with a wet, heavy slapping noise. The scent of sex and sweat clings to your nose, heightening your arousal.

Your pace increases, though there is no real rhythm to your movements. Soon, Velvet is attempting to meet your thrusts with her own, small grunts and moans escaping her as you push deeper and deeper into her convulsing confines. Pressure begins to well up in your groin: you’re nearing your end. A few more bucks is all it takes to push you over the edge.

Slamming your hips into Velvet, you push yourself to the hilt before crying out as you feel your flare expand. Your cock jerks once before pulsing, spraying its precious milk deep inside her marehood. Velvet’s folds milk your member, trying to get as much pleasure from the act as possible.

After what feels like an eternity later, you stop filling Velvet’s marehood. As you lie on her back, gasping for air, you feel her nuzzle your cheek. You both stay that way for a moment before she moves beneath you. The sudden movement causes your member to shift about inside her, earning a grunt from you and a gasp from her.

“You’re still hard?” she asks breathlessly. Without waiting for a reply, she pushes herself back against your hips, causing your shaft to sink deep into her with a loud squelching sound.

You grunt again as her fold grasp at your sensitive flesh. Repositioning yourself, you begin to thrust once more. It’s different this time, her passage a bit more slick than it had previously been. You feel a mixture of her arousal and your cum leak out from around your member to drip down your balls. This just adds to the sensation as your balls slap against her winking clit.

In very little time, your back to thrusting full force, panting like an overworked steam engine. Your pace this time is more relaxed, your cock sliding in and out of her at a steady pace. A wet, meaty slapping noise echoes around the curtained enclosure as your hips swing back and forth. Your tongue dangles from your mouth, eyes rolling back in your head as the euphoric sensation of her marehood clenching tightly around your cock begins to bring you back up to that heavenly high. Through the haze that now surrounds your mind, you can just make out the sound of faint mewling, and it takes you a few seconds to realize that it’s coming from you. Tightening your hold on Velvet’s hips, you plunge yourself as deep as you can go, bottoming out.

Velvet presses her haunches firmly back against you. Craning her neck around, she pushes her lips against yours, locking you together in a heated, passionate kiss. Her walls begin to quiver and caress your length, the muscles tugging and pulling on your flesh. Again, your cock begins to jerk within her slit. You give one last shaky thrust, your hips flexing, before your world goes white.

Ecstasy erupts throughout you, every muscle in your body tensing at the same time. Your balls clench before erupting, spewing their contents down your shaft and deep, deep into Velvet’s folds. You squeeze your eyes shut, pressing your muzzle harder against hers even as your tongues fight for dominance. Your cock kicks again, and you pull back a little before slamming into her rump again, milking your orgasm as much as possible.

Velvet’s body twitches beneath you in time with the jerks of your member, and she releases a shuddering breath into your mouth. Her marehood clutches at your pulsing member, squirting cum and her own arousal across your groin. Warm ribbons of cum run down your legs, dirtying the sheets below.

You give one last, half-hearted thrust before collapsing against Velvet, thoroughly spent. Silence falls upon the room, broken only by the sound of you and Velvet gasping for air. Your sweaty bodies press up against one another, and you can feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Slowly, she lifts her head, and you can see a warm, tired smile on her face. Leaning up, she places a soft kiss on the side of your face.

“Not bad, hun,” she murmurs, nuzzling your cheek. “Not bad at all.” She shifts her body slightly, causing you to slide off her back and onto the bed beside her. Your member pulls free from her confines with a wet popping sound. You are coated in a mixture of Velvet’s viscous slime and your own cum. Velvet’s marehood is agape, squeezing and clenching at open air. Small rivers of white fluid begin to dribble from her lips, but before it can leak all the way out, she reaches back with a hoof and gingerly moves her panties back into place.

Groggily, you move to get up off the bed, intent on stumbling your way to the shower, but are stopped by Velvet. Humming softly, she pulls you back against her chest.

“We’ll clean up tomorrow,” she whispers in your ear. Her stocking-clad legs brush over your fur, the feeling both erotic and relaxing at the same time. The faint smell of cinnamon pushes its way through the pungent cocktail of sex, sweat, and musk to reach your nose.

Mumbling out words of acceptance, you snuggle up against her warm body. Unable to keep your eyes open for much longer, you press your nose into her exposed chest. Breathing in her scent, you hum softly to yourself before slowly drifting off to sleep, wrapped within Velvet’s love embrace.

Author's Note

Sweet Luna, what have I done?