At first you thought it was the birds that woke you up. That is, until you hear a thump followed quickly by a muffled curse. Eyes still closed, your brow furrows. That didn’t sound like your mom. Groggily, you lift your head up and glance about in confusion. This isn’t your room either. What’s going on? It takes you a few seconds to remember where you are, but when you do, you just flop your head back down on the pillow. You lie there, not quite awake yet, but unable to drift back to sleep.

After a few minutes, another thump comes from the hall. It’s about that time you notice an uncomfortable feeling beginning to grow in your lower stomach. You half debate ignoring it and going back to sleep, but the pressure soon forces you up, out of the bed and onto your hooves. Keeping your eyes closed, you stagger your way to the door.

As you step out into the hall, a soft gasp comes from your left. Cracking open an eye, you glance blearily around. Velvet is standing in the doorway to her room, a hoof to her mouth as she stares at you with wide-eyes. Her mane is pulled back in a bun, and you can see make-up around her eyes. A dark violet dress is draped about her barrel, and you can just faintly see that she is also wearing a pair of dark pantyhose on her hind legs. There is a matching pair of socks on her forelegs as well. If it wasn’t for the fact that you are barely in the world of the living at the moment, you would definitely have a problem between your legs. As it is, you just stare at her blankly through one eye, an ear perked with the other one pressed back against your head.

As you watch, she lowers her sock-clad hoof and gives you an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry, dear. I-I didn’t wake you, did I? I was trying to be quiet but I’m used to living alone.”

You slowly shake your head before grunted out something that sounds kind of like “Bathroom.”

Her lips form a small ‘o’ before a smile graced her muzzle.

“I see,” she says softly. “Never mind then. Carry on.”

You yawn, your jaw popping in the process, before turning and groggily making your way down the hall, shuffling along like a zombie. The faint sound of Velvet’s giggling comes from behind you, but you ignore it for a more pressing matter: the pressure in your stomach is growing to a painful level. You try to see where you’re going, but your eyes don’t seem to want to open. Every time you try, they just clench shut again. Unable to see, you keep your shoulder pressed against the wall, using the cool surface to guide you along until you finally reach the bathroom door.

You do your business, nearly falling asleep again as you sit on the toilet. Finishing up, you wash your hooves before stepping back out in the hall. You start to head back to your room, but stop as Velvet calls up to you from the stair’s landing.

“I have to go into a meeting with my publisher,” she says. “I apologize for the short notice, but he sort of sprung this on me at the last second. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but it’ll probably be after lunch. Help yourself to whatever you can find in the fridge if you’re hungry, okay?”

You mumble out some form of reply, and she must have understood you because she smiles and nods her head. “Okay! I’ll see you later then. Try and stay out of trouble, alright?”

You grumble out another reply.

As she heads for the front door, you head back to bed.

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It’s ten-thirty when you finally get up once more. Doing your business again, you then wander downstairs and into the kitchen to find something to silence your grumbling stomach. It takes some searching, but you are eventually able to find a box of Magic-O’s and pour yourself a bowl before drowning it in milk.

You sit silently at the kitchen table and enjoy your sugary breakfast, first eating all the crunchy bland bits before turning your attention to the colored marshmallows. Their colors bleed out into the milk, starting off by turning the milk a rainbow of swirling colors but after sitting for a while, the milk is now just a light brown as the colors mix together. The color doesn’t bother you though, and you bring the bowl to your lips before draining it completely in a few large gulps. A belch later and you are one satisfied colt.

Breakfast complete, you place your dirty bowl and spoon in the sink before exiting the kitchen. You glance around, a small frown touching your muzzle as you try and figure out what to do to pass the time. Velvet said she’d be back sometime after lunch, so that left you with several hours to yourself.

You play around with the idea of heading down to the marketplace and just wander around that stands, but decide against it. You don’t have the bits anyways. Instead, remembering you brought some of your newer Power Ponies comics with you, you head back up to your room to retrieve them from your suitcase. Wandering down the hall, you put a hoof on the door to your room, only to pause. Slowly, you turn your head.

Velvet’s bedroom door is open a crack and as you stare at it, the memory of your encounter with her earlier causes your face to flush and your wings to twitch by your sides. Continuing to stare at the door, you lick your suddenly dry lips. You gaze darts back and forth between her door and yours, trying to suppress the growing feeling of butterflies in your stomach. You know you shouldn’t, that it would be wrong, but the temptation is there and your hormones are screaming at you to do it.

You aren’t a strong colt, but in your defense, you did last fifteen seconds before finally caving in.

Nosing Velvet’s door open, you peer cautiously inside. The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from whatever sunlight can filter through the drapes. A large four-poster bed, complete with semi-transparent violet curtains, rests along one of the wall. You can barely make out a horde of pillows through the see-through material. A dresser rests against the opposite wall, along with a vanity desk and floor mirror. There’s also a walk-in closet on the other side of the bed.

You pause in the doorway, a feeling of trepidation slowly creeping through you. Swallowing thickly, you step carefully into the room, your hooves sinking into the plush carpet. You sneak along, your ears swivel around so that you can hear if Velvet comes home early. The last thing you want to do is get caught, especially considering it’s your first day here.

Holding your breath, you approach the dresser and begin to go through the drawers. The first one you look through contains jewelry, and you close it without touching anything. The next drawer has dresses, the third socks. You pause at the socks, but after some consideration, close the drawer again. It’s when you open the fourth drawer that you hit the jackpot. The drawer slides open, revealing a wide selection of folded underwear. Flush-faced and wide-eyed, you stare down at the panties in awe.

You feel yourself twitch in your sheath.

Lifting a trembling hoof, you go to begin to root around in the drawer, only to pause when you catch sight of something out of the corner of your eye. There, pressed against the dresser, is a small wicker laundry basket. Staring down at it, your wings begin to flare. Dare you? Dare you look inside?

Your mind is telling you no, but your libido… your libido is telling you yes.

Lifting up the lid, you peer inside. A faint odor of musk touches your nose, causing your wings to twitch again. You can feel yourself beginning to peek from your sheath. A yellow sundress rests on top of the pile, along with a few socks. They aren’t what you’re looking for though, so you begin to dig deeper. A few articles of clothing later, and you strike gold. You feel your erection finally drop from your sheath, slapping against your stomach as you slowly lift the panties from the laundry basket.

They are black and made of the softest silk you’ve ever felt. Lace runs along the holes, with two pink ribbons located on either hip. Your hooves tremble slightly as you turn them right-side out. Staring at the treasure before you, you realize that you’re beginning to drool. You swallow the excess saliva before lowering the panties and glancing over your shoulder. Ears perked, you listen for any noise coming from downstairs. When all that greets you is sweet silence, you return to what you were doing.

Shakily bring the silken clothing up to your muzzle, you take a tentative sniff. The faded smell of perfume still clings to the material, the hint of blueberries tickling your nose. However, it is almost completely overpowered by the sweet tangy odor of musk.

You feel yourself twitch as you shove your nose harder against the panties, trying to get as much as the scent as possible into your nostrils. The depravity of the act heightens your arousal, causing your member to throb. Humming softly, you close your eyes and dig your nose deeper into the confines of the underwear. It hangs from your muzzle, the musky scent almost completely flooding your senses. Without even realizing what you are doing, you reach down with one of your wings and drag the tips of your feathers down your shaft.

A low moan escapes your lips.

Mind hazy with lust and musk, you continue to stroke yourself slowly with your wingtip. The feeling sends shivers down your spine, and you shift back and forth on your hind legs. You’re still pent up from yesterday, having forgotten to relieve yourself before going to bed.

As you continue to run your wing across your colthood, a bead of precum oozes from the tip, getting on your feathers and making them slick and sticky. You ignore the mess, continuing to pleasure yourself until a sudden idea sparks to life in your head. Eyes snapping open, you go cross eyed as you stare at underwear dangling from your muzzle.

Breath coming in short, heavy gasps, you reach up and pull the panties from your face. Your member strains and twitches as you lower the underwear slowly. You hiss before groaning softly as the silken garment wraps around your flare. The feeling causes one of your hind legs to kick, and slowly they began to spread apart. Huffing and puffing, you use your hoof to rub the lingerie up and down your shaft. The material clings to your tip, earning little whimpers and gasps from you as it tugs on your sensitive head.

As you continue to masturbate with the panties, you speed slowly increases. Your hips jerk and buck, and soon you’re humping the air, trying to get as much pleasure as possible from the act. Your thrusts become sporadic, your hooves digging into the carpet as your draw nearer to the edge.

A few more thrusts and you peak, a wave of pleasure rushing through your body, causing you to cry out. Your head flares, the edges scraping against the soft material as you cum into the silken panties. Gritting your teeth, you blissfully ride out your orgasm, your load filling the panties with each flexing burst.

As your balls drain the last of their contents out, your wings go limp and you groan softly. You stand there, enjoying the afterglow even as your member twitches against the now-sticky silk. Gingerly pulling it free, you wince as the silk pulls against your still-sensitive head. You stare down at the cum-soaked panties, your mind suddenly processing what you have down.

Sighing weakly, you lean down and, sticking out your tongue, drag it through the mess. The bland fluid clings to your tongue as you continue to lap at the sticky substance. Having done this to clean up most of the time you masturbated, you’ve grown accustomed to the taste. It doesn’t cause you to wince anymore and on occasion, depending on what you ate, it was actually kind of pleasant.

You quickly clean the underwear of all evidence of your deed. Dragging your tongue over the silk one last time, a shudder runs through your body as you taste the unique mixture of your own semen and Velvet’s faint residual musk. You sigh contently before slowly licking your lips, the taste lingering. Feeling a lot more relaxed, you carefully slip the slightly damp panties back down into the laundry basket, hiding them beneath several other articles of clothing. With how often ponies wore clothing, they should be dry long before Velvet needed them again.

Having completed your perverted crime, you slink back out of Velvet’s room, a mixture of pleasure and shame swirling about within you. Head hung low, you make your way silently to your room, closing the door behind you.

~ ~ ~ ~ > > < < ~ ~ ~ ~

You remain in your room for the rest of the day as you wait for Velvet to come back. Flipping idly through one of your comics, you keep one ear pointed towards the closed door, listening for any noise. It’s around three you finally hear the sound of the front door opening and closing. Perking up, your ears swivel around. There’s a brief pause before the sound of somepony climbing the stairs can be heard.

You close your comic and slip down off the bed, approaching the door. Cracking it open, you peer out into the hallway and glance around. Velvet is walking down the hall towards you. She looks tired but happy, humming softly to herself as she heads towards her room. Her mane, no longer done up in a bun, hangs about her shoulders in a tangled mess that actually works very well for her in your opinion.

She hasn’t noticed you yet, sashaying her way along as her tail flicks back and forth. The sight causes your cheeks to heat up again. Luckily, you’re still somewhat satisfied from earlier.

She’s practically at your door before she sees you peering out at her. Pausing, she gives you a confused look.

“Dear, you… you do realize that you can come out of your room, right?” she asks. “You are more than welcome to wander around the house. You don’t have to stay locked in the guest room all the time. It would a long few weeks if that were the case.”

“I know that,” you say weakly, shuffling about. “I was just, um… reading on the bed.”

Velvet tilts her head to the side. “Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to read down in the living room?” She smiles. “I find that the couch is a perfect spot for reading, especially during the day. The sunlight comes in through the window, providing both light and warmth. It was Twilight’s favorite reading spot, and I highly recommend it.”

“O-oh… okay,” you stutter before turning around and heading back to your bed. Grabbing the comic book you are currently reading, you slip it under your wing before exiting your room.

Velvet is already in her room with the door closed. You can hear her moving around, most likely getting out of her dress. The mental image that comes to mind is enough to set your face ablaze. Velvet shimmying her hips about, letting the soft material slid slowly down her plot to fall to the floor. She gave her flank another shake, sighing happily as she is freed from the confines of her clothing.

Face alight and wings stiff, you shake your head before quickly turning and hurrying down the stairs. Part of you is worried that she’ll discover what you’ve done, but you know that it’s highly unlikely. You just have to play it cool, and everything will be fine.

Entering the living room, you hop up on the couch, open your comic book back to the page you were on, and begin to read. Sure enough, the sunlight provides ample light for reading and you can feel the warm rays against your coat. If you aren’t careful, you could very well fall asleep right here.

Several minutes pass before you hear a door open upstairs. A few seconds later Velvet trots down the stairs, makeup-less and with her hair back to its normal style. Upon seeing you on the couch, she smiles. “There! Isn’t that a little better than reading on your bed?”

You nod, giving her a small smile in return.

“I’m sorry I’m late, but the meeting took a bit longer than I had originally expected,” she says as she makes her way slowly through the room. “My publisher wanted to see my latest manuscript and then he wanted to discuss some changes he believed needed to take place. I ended up having to move around some of the plot points but in the end, I think we came to an understanding—” She pauses, blinking in surprise before she smiles sheepishly. A pink tint spreads across her cheeks. “Sorry, I-I don’t mean to ramble like that. I’m sure you don’t care about any of that.”

“That’s fine,” you say. “I don’t mind.”

Velvet gives you an incredulous look. “Y-you don’t?”

“It’s nice to hear somepony else talk,” you say, tapping your hooves together. “Mom usually doesn’t have time to talk about her day. She either comes home exhausted, or is in too much of a hurry.”

“She doesn’t spend time with you?” Velvet asks, worry creeping into her voice as her ears splay backwards.

You quickly shake your head, waving your forelegs about. “No! No, no, she does. She spends time with me. We just don’t usually get to talk about her day is all. Especially after Tirek…” You trail off, leaving that what doesn’t need to be said unspoken.

Velvet stares at you, her expression unreadable, before a small smile slowly works its way across her muzzle.

“Tell you what,” she says softly. “How about you come with me into the kitchen? I’ll make us a nice home-cooked meal while we talk with one another, and afterwards we can play a game. How does that sound?”

You perk up before nodding quickly. Tossing your comic book onto the coffee table, you jump off the couch and follow Velvet as she makes her way towards the kitchen.

You don’t know what’s for dinner, but you are hungry.

Author's Note

You're a dirty, dirty colt.