Velvet Touch

The gentle sound of birdsong outside your window stirs you from your slumber. You snuggle deeper into the blankets, unwilling to face the day just yet. However, curiosity slowly gets the better of you, and, lifting your head, you glance blearily at the clock. The numbers eight-twenty greet you. Curiosity satisfied, your head thumps back down on the pillow.

You try to fall back to sleep, but are unable to do so due to the birds chirping happily outside. You lie there for a few minutes, listening to them tweet back and forth to one another before you eventually decide to get up and face the day. A small smile touches your muzzle as you remember that Velvet was taking you to the movies today.

Rolling out of bed, your hooves sink into the thick carpet as you land with a soft thump. You rub the sleep from your eyes with a wing before pushing your bedroom door open. Keeping your eyes closed, you stumble down the hall towards the bathroom. An uncomfortable pressure is growing in your stomach, and a shower probably wouldn’t hurt, especially if you and Velvet are going out and about today.

Jiggling the handle with a wing, you blindly nose the bathroom door open and slip inside. The hinges creak as they swing open and a sudden burst of humidity washes over you. You pause, a hind leg cocked to close the door, and your brow furrows in confusion. Why is it so humid—?

“Wha-ha-haaa?!”

A sudden gasp causes you to jump and your eyes snap open in surprise.

Velvet is standing in the shower, her eyes wide and a look of shock on her face. The curtain is pulled aside, revealing her wet, dripping body. Drops of water cling to her coat, causing it to sparkle and shine as she moves. Her mane is slicked back, stray strands of wet hair clinging to her face and neck. She’s frozen in the process of drying off, the pink towel in her magic currently pulled taut against her plump plot, pushing the cushioned flank up and emphasizing her rump. Her tail is draped off to the side.

Your mouth falls open and you can feel your wings flare wide almost instantly. It feels like your face as been slapped, your cheeks turning a deep red. Something trickles from one of your nostrils, dripping down to your lip. You both stare at each other with wide eyes, neither moving nor saying anything. The sound of dripping water fills the air, falling from the shower head and Velvet’s coat.

Slowly, more strands of wet hair fall across her face, framing her gorgeous, sparkling blue eyes perfectly.

You feel yourself twitch in your sheath.

Moving faster than you thought possible, you back out of the bathroom and slam the door shut. You hear Velvet call out, but you’re already halfway back to your room so you have no clue what she said. Banging your erect wings on the doorframe, you slip inside, shut the door, and lean against it, breathing heavily. Your eyes are wide, you heart is pounding in your ears, and you can feel yourself beginning to peek from your sheath. As you sit there, various confusing emotions raging through your young body, only one word manages to make its way to the front of your dazed mind.

A-awesome…

You quickly think back to what you just saw, the mental image of a soaking wet Velvet causes your erection to emerge fully from its sheath. It slaps weakly against your stomach as it twitches, and you groan softly at the feeling. You absentmindedly lick your lips, only to grimace at the unexpected metallic taste. Lifting a hoof, you wipe your nose.

Huh… would you look at that. You have a bloody nose.

Ignoring it and focusing instead on the more important matter at hoof, you bring a trembling wing up and brush it over your length. It twitches again and you gasp softly. Biting your lip to stifle your cry, you close your eyes and continue to stroke yourself, images of Velvet’s damp body and plush rump floating about in your head. Before you could really get into it though, there comes a tentative knock on the door you are currently leaning against.

Your eyes snap open and you freeze.

Velvet’s voice comes from the other side, sounding sheepish and a little bit embarrassed. “Um, dear… are you in there?”

You let out a panicked squeak, your wing clamping down and pressing your erection firmly against your barrel.

The knocking comes again. “Dear?”

“Y-yeah?” you stammer out.

Velvet pauses and you hear her sigh softly.

“I’m not angry. What happened wasn’t your fault, dear, and I want to apologize,” she says. “I forgot to lock the door. I’m, well… I’m used to living alone.”

You swallow. “It’s… it’s o-okay!” Wow, what a time for your voice to crack.

“Are you okay?” she asks, concern leaking into her voice.

“I’m fine,” you said shrilly, all while trying to ignore the feeling of your feathers against your sensitive flesh. “Perfectly fine. Nothing’s wrong! Good to go.”

“If you say so,” Velvet says slowly, unconvinced. She’s silent for a few seconds before sighing. “Well, I’m finished with the bathroom. It’s yours if you want it.”

You wait until you hear the sound of Velvet’s bedroom door closing before you emerge again. Keeping your erection pinned to your stomach with your wings, you slink along, keeping low to the ground. You don’t relax until you’re in the bathroom and the door is shut and locked behind you.

Turning on the water, you quickly step into the shower. A shiver runs through your body as the warm water cascades over your back and wings. As nice as the feeling is, you still have something to take care of first.

Grabbing your colthood with a hoof, you begin to stroke it slowly, gradually picking up speed as you continue to masturbate. For a third time, the mental image of Velvet in the shower comes to mind, however this time you’re there too. Your length twitches as you imagine Velvet leaning over sensually, her lips pressing firmly against yours as she reaches down for your…

Letting out a mewling groan, you grit your teeth. Hips bucking, your tip flares and you release your essence all over the shower floor. The evidence is instantly washed away by the running water as you ride out the pleasure. Breathing heavily as water runs down your muzzle, you bask in the feeling of release.

With your problem taken care off for now, you turn your attention to washing yourself.

All-in-all though, not a bad way to start the day.

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

You glance around excitedly as you and Velvet enter the theater’s main lobby. Seeing as it’s noon during a work day, there aren’t many adults about, but there are foals aplenty. A gaggle of them are gathered around the arcade section, the sound of cheering and shouting echoing around the large room.

Large posters cover the walls, each one advertising upcoming movies or recent releases. The one that catches your attention is covered in several costumed ponies in various poses. The words ‘Power Ponies: Disharmony War’ explode from the bottom of the poster in large, 3D letters.

Just the poster alone is enough to get you excited. You’ve been waiting to see this movie for a while, ever since it was first teased over a year ago.

A nudge at your side causing you to jump, breaking you from your daze. Velvet just smiles at you before directing you towards the counter, and the waiting mare behind it.

“Welcome to Canterlot Quality Theater!” the mare chirps as you approach. “How may I help you?”

“Go on,” Velvet says, nudging you again. “Tell her what you want.”

“I’d like a ticket for the Power Ponies movie,” you say excitedly, your tail wagging back and forth.

“One adult and one minor, please,” Velvet says, giving the mare a warm smile.

“One second please,” the mare says before tapping her register a couple of times. “That will be… thirty-six bits!”

Velvet’s horn begins to glow, and she levitates a bitbag out of the small bag strapped to her thigh. Counting out the correct number of bits, she floats them over to the mare. She quickly double-checks the amount before smiling. Two tickets pop out of the machine, and she slides them across the counter. “There you are. Enjoy your movie!”

Standing up on your hind legs, you place your forelegs on the counter before leaning forward and carefully grabbing your ticket in your teeth. Velvet just sighs good-humoredly before levitating her own ticket in her magic.

As you both move further into the lobby, Velvet’s asks, “Do you want anything from the snackbar? A drink, some gummy sprites perhaps... popcorn?”

“Popcorn!” you cheer, bouncing about on your hooves.

“Alright, alright,” Velvet laughs as she moves to stand beside the snack counter. Her eyes drift over the various snacks and treats as she hums thoughtfully. “Can we get… one medium bucket of popcorn—”

“Extra butter!” you chirp, jumping up and leaning on the counter.

“—with extra butter,” Velvet continues, an amused smile touching her muzzle. “A box of Milk Duds… and a large cherry drink.” The attendant nods before grabbing an empty bucket in his magic. As he begins to fill it with fresh popcorn, a box of Milk Duds levitates out from underneath the counter.

“Here you are,” he says, placing the bucket down besides the box of candy. A large drink soon joins them. “One box of Milk Duds, one medium bucket of popcorn, extra butter, and one large cherry drink! Can I get you anything else?”

“No, I think that’ll do it,” Velvet hums.

You try and wait patiently as Velvet pays for the snacks, hopping from hoof to hoof. Your eyes practically light up as she levitates the popcorn down to you. Unable to help yourself, you plunge your muzzle into the bucket the second it’s in your hooves and grab a large mouthful of popcorn.

“Whoa, easy there,” Velvet says, a look of concern flashing across her face. “There’s no need to inhale it all at once. You’re going to choke. Save some for the movie.”

You pull your face from the bucket, giving her a sheepish look as strands of butter cling to your chin.

Rolling her eyes, Velvet sighs before giving you a small smile. Horn lighting up, she levitates a napkin over and gently cleans your face before crumpling it up and tossing it into a nearby trash bin.

“Thanks,” you say before dissolving into a coughing fit as you discover that a popcorn kernel has taken up residence on the back of your tongue. Trying to clear your throat, you blink in surprise when Velvet suddenly levitates her drink down in front of you.

“Here,” she says softly.

“But… that’s yours,” you rasp.

She smiles. “Go ahead. I bought it for us to share.”

You cheeks begin to light up as you process what she said. Both of you are going to be sharing the drink. Your lips are going to be touching the same straw that her lips are going to be touching.

Trying to keep your blush under control, you graciously grab the drink and take a sip.

“Better?” Velvet asks as you hand the drink back. When you nod, she smiles. “Good. Now, let’s go find a seat. The movie’s going to start soon.”

You nod again before following after her, ticket held firmly in your wing.

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

It’s late in the afternoon when the movie eventually lets out. You and Velvet walk down the street, the setting sun casting long shadows in front of you. Hyped up from the movie, you pronk along, chattering non-stop to Velvet about the your favorite parts. She walks beside you calmly, a content smile on her face. She nods along, not contributing to the conversation but allowing you to gush without interruptions.

When you eventually begin to calm down and you realize how much you’ve been prattling along, a light blush touches your cheeks. Sheepishly, you apologize to Velvet before asking if she liked the movie.

“Apparently not as much as you, dear,” she says with a laugh, causing your blush to deepen. “I think I might have missed a few of the previous movies, because I had no clue what was going on or who some of the characters were. Still, I had a good time, and it’s nice to see that you enjoyed yourself.”

You nod enthusiastically, tail whipping back and forth. “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to see it for a while now!”

“Well, I’m glad I could help with that,” Velvet says.

Both of you continue to walk along, heading in the general direction of the house. As you walk, you catch Velvet watching you out of the corner of her eye, a warm smile on her face.

Downtown is fairly busy as the two of you make your way through it. Ponies mill about, chatting with one another as the day winds down. Velvet nudges you with a hoof before motioning off to the side towards a smallish-looking restaurant. “How about we eat out tonight? Would that be okay with you?”

“Sure!” you chirp, your ears perking up. You begin to run across the street, only for Velvet’s magic to suddenly grab you and pull you back. Not a second later a carriage rushes past, the steel wheels flashing by where your head would have been.

As the carriage continues to race off down the road, Velvet quickly grabs you and begins to frantically inspect your body. “Are you alright?!”

“Y-yeah,” you stammer out.

Giving you one last look over, Velvet then pulls you tightly against her barrel, causing you to wince as she flattens one of your wings against her thigh. You can feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she holds you close, running a hoof absently through your mane. Her tail whips about before wrapping around the both of you.

“Be more careful!” she squeaks, fear in her voice. “P-please be more careful. You could have been seriously hurt!” Her grip around you tightens. “You need to look both ways before crossing the road! You’re lucky I saw it coming.”

You can feel your own heart racing as well, but for a different reason. Your cheeks flush red as your mind registers where it is you are exactly: in Velvet’s legs, your back pressed firmly against her chest. The faint scent of cinnamon tickles your nose, and you realize that it’s coming from her. You wings twitch against her stomach.

Velvet holds onto you for a few more seconds before slowly—reluctantly—letting you go. She sticks close to your side as you both quickly cross the street and enter the restaurant, not letting you stray far from her until you are both seated in a small booth. Even then, she kept eyeing you from across the table, the concern clear on her face.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she eventually asks.

You nod as you glance around at the restaurant’s interior. Memorabilia hang from the wall; pictures, posters, pieces of sports equipment. There are even some signed autographs from different famous ponies who have visited the restaurant in the past. Soft music plays in the background, and you recognize the singer as Sapphire Shores, one of your mom’s personal favorites.

As you continue to glance around, a waitress approaches the table. “Hello there. What can I get for you two?”

“Ah, uh…” You quickly look at the menu. “Oh! A hayburger, extra cheese, please!”

“Are fries okay?” the waitress ask with a smile, levitating a pad of paper out in front of her. You nod, and she jots down your order. “And what to drink?”

“Cherry limeade soda!”

“Alright.” She turns to Velvet. “And for you, miss?”

“A deluxe salad, no onions, please,” Velvet orders, “and whatever you have on tap.”

The waitress writes it down before nodding. “Okay then. I’ll go put your order right in and be back with your drinks.” She trots off, leaving you and Velvet to your thoughts. She returns shortly with the drinks. Yours is a bubbly red soda with a lime wedge on the rim of the glass while Velvet gets a frothing mug of beer.

As she sips at her beverage, you play absently with your straw before glancing up at her through your bangs. “Um… I’m sorry for scaring you earlier. With the cart. I… I didn’t mean to.”

Velvet stares at you blankly as she slowly lowers her drink. She’s silent for a few seconds before sighing softly. “It’s… it’s alright, dear. I’m sorry if I was too rough with you. I just... panicked. You could have been seriously hurt, and I didn’t want to have to explain to your mother why you spent most of your time under my care in the hospital. Plus,” she adds softly, staring into her mug, “I… I didn’t want you to get hurt either.”

Your ears splay sideways.

“Sorry,” you say again, sinking down in your seat.

“Just… just be more careful in the future, okay?” she says softly, giving you a small smile.

You return her smile and nod your head before taking a sip from your drink. A comfortable silence falls over your table, both you and Velvet content to sit there and listen to the sound of other patrons chatting around you. After a few minutes, you jerk slightly as Velvet tail brushes against your hind leg. You’re not even sure if she notices, as when you glance up, you see that she’s staring out the window at the passing ponies, a small smile on her lips. Her tail brushes against you again, entwining with your tail and tugging on it gently.

Your tails remain intertwined, even when the waitress arrives with your food. You dig into your hayburger with gusto, strings of melted cheese stretching from the burger to your chin. Velvet tucks into her salad, stealing a couple of your fries when your guard is down. In response, you claim several of her croutons, all while she bats your hoof playfully with her fork.

As the meal goes on, Velvet drains her mug, prompting the waitress to bring her another one. She consumes that one as well, her cheeks slowly begin to take on a reddish hue. As she waits for the waitress to bring her a third one, she flicks little bits of tomato at you with her magic. You respond in kind with small chunks of your fries.

As the evening wears on, you enjoy your dinner with Velvet.

Nothing could make this night better.