Once again, it’s the sound of birds chirping outside your window that wakes you from your slumber.

You grumble under your breath, silently cursing the bird for waking you up from the most awesomest dream ever. Velvet was in it, and it had been one of the greatest wet dreams of your young life. It had been so vivid and detailed, even the sensations had been almost realistic. It had been one of those dreams that you wanted to fall back to sleep after waking up in the hopes of being able to enter the dream once more.

However, with those birds chirping outside your window, you aren’t going to be able to attempt that.

Keeping your eyes closed, you try to remember the details of the dream so that you could use them later in the shower. You begin to shift about, only to pause at the sudden feeling of mild discomfort down below. Why does it feel sticky down there? Oh, don’t tell… really? Great. You made a mess in the bed again, didn’t you? It was hard enough getting the sheets into the laundry before mom woke up; there was no way you are going to be able to hide this from Velvet.

Maybe if you were lucky, you’d be able to lick it up before Velvet found out.

Huffing in annoyance, you crack open your eyes and glance down. You frown in confusion a second later. There’s no mess to be seen, but you still feel sticky within your sheath. Why is…?

Your thoughts trail off as your eyes slowly drift to your side. A large imprint of a body is located beside you, and your eyes widen when you see several stands of violet and white hair covering the comforter.

It can’t be…

Was last night a dream or wasn’t it? Did Velvet really come to your room, or was that just the deluded dreams of a horny teenager? Not believing what you are seeing, you lean forward and tentatively press your nose into the depression in the mattress. The faint scent of cinnamon still lingers on the fabric, causing you to stiffen.

N-no way…

Nose still pressed into the comforter, you remain motionless, your mind racing. Your junk feels sticky, there’s no mess to clean up, and Velvet’s scent is on the sheets. That can only mean one thing: last night wasn’t a dream.

pomf

You agree, wings. You totally agree. However, if last night really did happen, then where was—

The sound of clattering pots causes your head to whip around. Your bedroom door is opened a crack, and the noise is coming from the general direction of the kitchen. Moving stiffly, you clamber across the bed and drop silently to the floor. The carpet beneath your hooves muffles your hoofsteps as you sneak along. Nosing the bedroom door open as quietly as you can, you creep along the floor. The sound of clanking pots continues as you cross the hall and peer over the edge of the balcony, down into the kitchen below.

Velvet is puttering around the kitchen, several pans held aloft in her magic. She’s singing happily to herself, although you can’t hear the words from where you are. There’s a spring in her step, and she’s practically glowing. As you watch, she places a flat pan onto the stove and begins to gather ingredients. Grabbing a bowl, she starts to mix together several different ingredients, and it doesn’t take you long to realize that she’s making pancakes.

Your stomach suddenly gurgles softly, letting you know that it agrees with her decision. However, you aren’t sure if you should go down there, especially considering what happened last night. You have no clue how to deal with this type of situation. Maybe you should give her some space?

You move to retreat back to your room, but before you can take a step backwards, Velvet calls out. “It’s rude to spy on ponies, you know.” She doesn’t glance up from her work, focusing instead on mixing up the ingredients. As she stirs, she levitates over a measuring cup full of chocolate chips and pours them into the bowl.

You let out a surprised squeak and duck down beneath the edge of the balcony. Did she see you?!

“I know you’re up there,” Velvet says as she mixes in the chips. “Shining and Twilight would try the same thing, especially around Hearth’s Warming Eve.” She begins to pour the batter onto the heated pan. A faint sizzle fills the air, followed quickly by the scent of cooking pancakes.

“You are more than welcome to come down, dear,” she continues, finally glancing up at you. “No need to hide.”

Swallowing thickly, you nod before heading towards the stairs.

As you slink into the kitchen, you see that Velvet is chopping up several bananas she’s placed upon a cutting board. After slicing them, she levitates the slices over and begins to place them in the still-cooking pancakes. Once that is complete, she flips them over.

She glances over her shoulder as you take a seat at the kitchen table. “Good morning!”

“Morning,” you say, only for it to come out as more of a squeak.

“Did you sleep well?” she asks as she checks on the pancakes. A few of them must be done, because she begins to take them off of the pan and place them onto a plate.

You give a mumbled reply, unable to look in her direction.

“Well, that doesn’t sound good,” she hums. Picking up the plate of finished pancakes, she turns and walks towards the table. “Maybe some pancakes will help.” As she’s placing the plate on the table, you decide to bite the bit and just get the awkwardness over with. What’s the worse that could happen?

“Um, about last night…”

At your words, Velvet freezes, her entire body stiffening. She stares at you with wide eyes, her ears perking before lying flat against her head. “Oh, um… w-what about last night?”

“Well, um… I-I...” Shoot, nope. Awkwardness isn’t going anywhere.

Velvet stares at you a few more seconds before sighing weakly.

“Dear, I… I need to apologize,” she says softly.

You feel your heart skip a beat. “F-for what?”

“What I did last night was completely inappropriate,” she says. Yes! It wasn’t a dream! Wait… why is she apologizing? “I… I shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong of me.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you say, feeling your cheeks begin to light up. “It was actually kind of… nice.” You did really enjoy last night, even if it did surprise you. Certainly better than using your hoof or wings, that’s for sure. It also helps that she is smokin’ hot too.

For a second you thought you saw a small smile touch Velvet’s muzzle, but when you look again, it’s gone. She frowns at you and shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter if you liked it, dear. What we did was wrong. I’m an adult, you’re a minor. I should never have… well...”

“I’m sixteen,” you huff, crossing your forelegs over your chest.

“That’s still young, dear,” Velvet tsks. “You still have some growing up to do. You need to go to school, get an education, find a nice filly your age, and then settle down.”

“I did find a nice filly,” you say.

Velvet laughs. “I’m not your age, hun.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you pout. “I still found a filly.”

“I’m older than your own mother.”

“Only by a few years, although you don’t look it.”

Velvet smiles at you, but shakes her head. “Well, I’m flattered, dear, but I’m not looking for a relationship at the moment. And it wouldn’t work out between us. Besides, surely there’s some filly in your grade that you’re interested in. Somepony your own age.”

“Not really,” you say, playing with a loose feather. “Sure, some of them are cute, but they’re just so… giggly. You walk past them in the hall and they stare at you and laugh for no reason. None of them act mature yet.”

“Well, not all of them have to take care of themselves while their mothers are off on weather duty,” Velvet says. “You had to mature early. They’re still maturing. Give them some time. Everypony’s giggly as a foal.” Her horn is glowing, and all through the conversation pancakes are being made and flipped, the utensils held in her magic.

You just continue to stare at her, forelegs crossed.

She sighs. “We can’t have a relationship, dear. I’m too old for you.”

“Don’t care.”

“We can’t have a relationship,” she says again, stamping her hoof slightly on the ‘can’t’.

Your ear flicks. “Don’t want one.”

This cause her to pause and give you an incredulous look. “What? So you’re saying that you just want the sex?”

Your face heats up again and your ears lay back against you head, but you don’t deny it. Although it does sound bad when she says it like that.

“No, I don’t want just the sex,” you grumble. “It’s… it’s just… you’re nice, okay.”

“I giggle too,” she shoots back.

“Yeah, but that’s different,” you huff. “They laugh at everything and anything. You just laugh when it’s actually appropriate. And… you’re hot.” You sigh. Well, you’re being honest, might as well come clean. “Like really hot. I can’t help it, every time I look at you it’s just… I don’t see… I don’t see my mom, if that makes sense. Like I know mom’s beautiful, but I’m not attracted to her. You don’t feel mature to me. N-not that I’m saying you aren’t mature, because you are, but… I just... I don’t know how to explain it.”

“You like me because I’m older?” she asks, cocking an eyebrow.

You shake your head. “No! Well, yes. I don’t know. It just feels different that with the fillies in my school.” Maybe it’s the hips. Her hips and plot are certainly bigger than any of the fillies in your class. What was it your health teacher said? Something about mares who have had foals before have wider hips? Something to that effect. Either way, those hips. Unf!

Whoops, you’re starting to peek through your sheath again.

…

Stupid teenage hormones!

Velvet continues to stare at you, her eyes slowly narrowing. It’s a calculating look, and you can practically see the gears in her head turning. Slowly, her gaze begins to drift around the kitchen and she starts to hum softly to herself only to stop and blink, as if realizing what she is doing. She then jerks suddenly, her eyes widen as they dart back to you. She seems to have come to a decision, because she gives you a warm smile.

“Well, at least you’re honest. I’ll give you that,” she says before moving back to the stove.

You blink in confusion. That hadn’t been what you were expecting.

“A little blunt, but honest,” she continues. “You’ll make a mare happy one day.” She takes the last of the pancakes off the pan before walking back to the table. “As I’ve said before, I’m not looking for a relationship right now, and you can certainly do better than me. However,” she continues quickly, holding up a hoof to stop you from interrupting, “We’re dropping the issue for now, got it? It’s time for breakfast, and no doubt you’re hungry… especially after last night.” As if to confirm her words, your stomach took that exact moment to growl loudly, causing Velvet to laugh and you to blush.

Reaching out, you grab a couple of the pancakes and slide them onto your plate. After drowning them in syrup, you shove a huge bite into your mouth. The taste of chocolate and bananas explodes across your tongue, and you groan as you chew slowly.

Velvet laughs at the expression on your face before starting on her own pancakes. You both eat in silence for a while, enjoying the breakfast. Alone with your thoughts, your mind begins to wander, and slowly something starts to bug you. You pause after finishing your fourth pancake and stare blankly down at your plate.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Velvet asks, concerned.

Rolling your tongue slowly around your mouth, you try to figure out the best way to word your question. “Why did you, um… last night… you, uh… if you didn’t want to, then w-why did you?”

Smooth, mare killer. Smooth.

Velvet is silent for a few seconds before responding.

“I could blame it on the alcohol and say that I was drunk,” she says slowly, playing around with a small piece of pancake on her plate. “However, I didn’t have enough to drink last night to be truly drunk. If I’m being honest, it was your scent,” she sighs.

“M-my scent?” You are suddenly very self-conscious of how you smell, and it takes all your will power right now not to lift your wing and take a sniff.

“It’s… it’s very pleasant,” Velvet murmurs, and this time it’s her cheeks that turn pink. “It reminds me of Night’s scent, and it’s been a long time since I… well, needless to say, the somewhat familiar scent and my slightly inebriated mind led to my actions. Although, it was nice waking up next to somepony again, instead of an empty bed.” She adds that last part under her breath, but, being a pegasus, your hearing is better than most non-pegasi think.

“Um… so where does that leave us?” you ask tentatively.

Lifting the last of her pancakes to her mouth, Velvet chews slowly as she eyes you. The way she’s eyeing you make you nervous, but also causes a stirring in your loins. She lowers her fork suddenly and places it on her empty plate before giving you a warm smile. “Do you have plans today?”

The sudden change of topic causes you to jerk, and you blink owlishly at her, confused. “W-what?”

“Do you have plans today?” she asks again. “I only ask because you said you wanted to spend time together, and I have to go shopping. Do you want to come keep me company, or would you rather stay here?”

Still trying to process where the conversation has gone, you just nod your head dumbly.

She raises an eyebrow. “You want to come with?”

You nod again.

“Alright!” she chirps happily. “Then you finish up with breakfast, and I’ll go take a shower and get cleaned up.” With that, she trots out of the kitchen, leaving you dazed, confused, and alone.

Staring down at your last pancake, you stare at it as if hoping it would reveal the answers you seek. When it remains silent, you sigh before cramming the whole thing in your mouth in one bite.

Author's Note

Don't worry, kid. When you get older, it doesn't get any easier to explain to someone why you like them.