Velvet Touch

The remainder of the three weeks with Velvet was relatively calm compared to the first week of your stay. It could have been because you and Velvet worked out all your pent up arousal in those first few days, or perhaps it was because Velvet actually made you go slow in order to get a feel for a proper pace and technique. Or maybe it was a third thing. Who knew?

Whatever the reason though, Velvet wasn’t as much of a tease as she had been. That wasn’t to say that she stopped teasing altogether. She would still tease you occasionally when out in public—walking in front of you and pulling her panties up until they were pressed against her lips or using her magic to fondle you when nopony was looking—but for the most part, all intimate interactions remained within the walls of her house, be it in her bedroom, your bedroom, the shower, or (on the rare occasion) the living room.

While it was true that sex was indeed a constant throughout your stay, it was not the sole focus of your interactions with each other. Not to say that you both drifted apart; if anything your relationship only grew, but as Velvet had told you, it was not a romantic one.

As the days went on, Velvet made sure to make your stay as memorable as possible, the sex notwithstanding. She cooked you homemade meals, accompanied you to the movies several more times, took you to a local hoofball game, and even took a day trip up to the castle, although both Celestia and Luna were busy at time. It was still fun to walk through the halls and see the sights, visit the gardens, and even catch a quick glimpse of Discord following some patrolling guards around with a tuba.

Too soon though, three weeks were up, and one morning you received a message from your mom giving the exact date of her return. As the last week drew to a close, Velvet slowly began to distance herself from you. Not in a mean spirited sort of way, but you could tell there was a difference. Sex became less frequent, and on the last night of your stay, she took you into her room and snuggled with you, absently running her hoof through your mane. You allowed her, silently enjoying the last moments of tenderness the two of you could share.

With the moon streaming through the curtains, illuminating the bed, you both fell asleep in each other's embrace.

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“I hope he wasn’t too much trouble,” your mom says to Velvet as you are finishing carrying your suitcases down the stairs.

“Not at all, he was perfectly well behaved,” Velvet says with a titter. “A regular little angel. I had no trouble whatsoever.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Mom says as she gives you a warm smile. You can see faint bags under her eyes, but you’ve seen those before. They are her ‘I’ve overworked myself again’ bags. A good night’s rest and they’ll be gone, although she’s probably going to end up sleeping in late. Not that you mind, it’ll give you plenty of time to cook her some breakfast in bed. Velvet graciously provide you the ingredients to make pancakes, all of which are hidden safely in one of your bags.

“I’m sorry I had to leave you here for a while, little one,” Mom says, leaning down to give you a loving nuzzle. When you return it happily, she wraps her wings around you and pulls you close. “It’s over now, though. The other pegasi are being cleared for duty, the weather is back in control, and my superiors in Cloudsdale have given me two weeks off, so you and I can spend some quality time together.”

Your face lights up. “Really?!”

“Yup,” she says, nodding her head. “For the next two weeks, I’m all yours.”

You squawk happily, your tail whipping back and forth. She release you, and you dart back upstairs to get the last of your things: the statue of Nightmare Moon/Luna that Velvet bought you. As you are carefully carrying it down the stairs, you hear your mom say, “Thanks again for watching him on such short notice, Vel. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I told you before, Stormie. I don’t mind,” Velvet laughs. “Truthfully, it was nice to have somepony else in the house to talk to.”

“I’d imagine,” Mom says, giving Velvet a sympathetic look. She eyes her for a few seconds before slowly speaking. “You know, there’s this handsome looking pegasus I work with named—” A rosy cloud of magic gently covers her mouth, silencing her.

“I’m not interested, Stormie,” Velvet says, although she’s giving Mom a knowing smirk.

“Come on, Vel. Just one date with him,” Mom whines the minute her mouth is free again. “I promise you’ll like him~~~!”

Velvet just smiles and shakes her head.

Mom sighs good naturedly and shakes her head. Glancing up, she spies you. “Oh, ready to go then?”

You nod, trotting happily forward, statue clutched under your wing. Mom gives it a curious look but doesn’t say anything.

“Alright, little one,” she says, slipping two suitcases onto her back. They had a strap attached to their handles, allowing them to sit like a pair of saddlebags. “Say goodbye to Ms. Velvet and let’s get going.”

Placing your statue down, you give Velvet a big hug, which she returns.

With that, you pick up your statue, grab a suitcase as well, and are out the door.

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Velvet stands in the doorway, watching you and your mom leave. As you reach the gate, you turn back and give her a wave goodbye, which she returns only half-heartedly.

Her mind is elsewhere.

It truly has been a wonderful three weeks for her. Ever since Twilight and Shining left, the house didn’t feel like a home. It felt empty, the rooms and halls quiet and lifeless. But with you around, all that changed. During your stay, the little sounds you tended to make helped to drive off the lingering depression. The sound of you walking about upstairs reminded her that she wasn’t alone. The way you ate each meal she made with gusto reminded her that she was still able to care for other ponies. Your eagerness to spend time with her reminded her that she still meant something to others.

She still loves her offspring and they still love her, but having to take care of you for three weeks had lifted Velvet’s spirits more than you could have ever known. It gave her a purpose again, something that made her feel good. Sure, she wrote books, some of which were best sellers, but she could never really see the impact her work had on ponies.

With you, each smile caused her heart to swell, and made her feel as if she made a difference.

And she wanted to feel like that all the time. To be somepony again.

As she watches you walk down the street, side by side with your mom, she thinks back to what you said your second night here.

“Well, if you’re lonely, we could do something together if you want. I mean, I am staying here for a few weeks. I’m sure there’s probably something I can do to help you with the loneliness.”

There were several things that Velvet’s offspring had inherited from their mother: her magic’s color, her inability to cook, her love of books. However, there was one thing that they had come up short on, and that was Velvet’s ability to plan. Sure, Twilight liked to make lists, and Shining was in charge of trying to plan for potential threats to his loved ones, but neither one of them had their mother’s innate ability to make things go the way she wanted.

There was a reason that Twilight and Shining never played strategy games with their mother anymore.

And it was with those words you spoke that her plan had sprung to life.

“I’m sure there’s probably something I can do to help you with the loneliness.”

Sure enough, there was.

You had been funny, sweet, caring, and generally a pleasure to be around, but Velvet held firm with her decision that she did not want another mate. You’d make some mare (or stallion) very happy one day, she was sure of it, but it was not meant to be her.

However, there was something that you could do to help. Something that she wanted very much. Something that you could give her. So she used you, but not with ill-intent. It was because she cared for you that she used you. It was because you were so caring in return that she deemed you worthy. The only regret she had was that you would never know how much you had truly helped her. But it was better this way, for all involved. She could come up with an excuse far easier than she could attempt to justify what had happened between the two of you.

Yes, there was indeed something that you could do to help with her loneliness, and you had accomplished your task well.

For, her house might be quiet and empty now...

Continue to wave until you are out of sight, a warm smile gradually spreads across Velvet’s muzzle. She slowly lowers her hoof and places it on her lower stomach.

...but soon—within a year—she won’t be so lonely anymore.

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