Velvet Touch

“Okay, so here’s the deal,” Velvet says as you both sit down to a late lunch.

You are both seated at one of the booths inside the Hay Loft, a local fast food restaurant that uses hay in almost everything it sells. Even the shakes. Because of this, the restaurant chain is best known for creating a lot of intestinal distress amongst those that eat there. Especially you.

What can you say? The hay goes right through you like a train.

As such, you are more than happy with your salad, even if you have to pick a few stalks of hay out of it. It might not have been as tasty as one of the double-decker hayburgers with extra cheese, but your stomach would thank you later.

Velvet, surprisingly enough, is daintily nibbling on a hayburger. You had given her a shocked look when she had ordered it, to which she had rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, “My plot is already sore. This isn’t going to make it any worse.” That had caused your face and neck to explode in a deep red blush and your wings to have gone stiff by your sides. You had been very grateful the mare behind the counter hadn’t heard her.

Your food arrives shortly after you place your order, and now you two are seated in a booth in front of one of the large tinted windows at the front of the eating area. Ponies walked by, their shadows beginning to elongate as the sun sinks lower in the sky.

You had started the meal in silence. That is, until Velvet had spoken up just a moment ago.

You perk your ears, a plastic fork sticking out from between your lips.

“Deal?” you ask through a mouthful of salad. “What kind of deal?”

“The deal between us,” Velvet says. She chews on a fry—one of the few things in the restaurant not made of hay—before continuing. “I said we’d talk later about us. Well, it’s now later. We need to clear up any confusion before moving forward.”

Swallowing your food, you cock your head to the side. “Okay, so what about us?”

“Well, you just want sex, yes?” Velvet asks softly, making sure her voice doesn’t carry to the surrounding tables. You nod your head, and she hums. “That’s simple enough then. You just want sex, and nothing more.” Not entirely true, but you stay quiet. “And I’ll be honest here,” she continues, “I haven’t really been with anypony like that since Night passed. That was before you were born. Needless to say, I needed the bats cleared out of my belfry, and, while not skillfully done, you certainly were energetic about it.”

“That was my first time doing it… so…” You trail off, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. You aren’t sure whether to be pleased about having great stamina, or ashamed of not being that good.

Velvet gives you a blank look. “Wait… that was your first time?”

“Yes,” you squeak, ducking down.

“You were a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“I was the one that popped your cherry?”

“Y-yes.”

She continues to stare at you for a few seconds, blinking owlishly, before turning her head and staring off into space. Slowly, a pinkish hue began to spread across her cheeks.

“Well, that explains it,” she mutters, causing your own cheeks to flush deeper shade of red. “I guess I really should have guessed that, seeing how young you are. Of course, Shining and Cadance were… not that that matters. Certainly explains your lack of technique. You’ve only been using your hoof.”

You crouch down further, hiding slightly behind your wings in embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t be ashamed, hun,” she says quickly upon noticing your behavior. “I’m not saying that I wasn’t satisfied. You were still satisfactory. Just a little rough around the edges. Some practice and training, and you’ll make any mare happy.”

A smile spreads across your muzzle, but the blush stays.

“Anyways,” Velvet continues, popping another fry in her mouth, “as I was saying. You just want sex, and I don’t want a relationship. So, here’s what I’m suggesting for us.” Leaning forward, she gives a serious look, her ears pointed forward. “Sex.”

You stare at her for a few seconds before digging a hoof in your ear. “W-what?”

“Sex,” she says again. “Simple as that. You want sex, I don’t want a relationship, but need some stress relief, so we’ll just have sex. No-strings-attached sex for as long as you are staying with me this summer. However, the minute Stormie comes to pick you up again, we’re done. No more. You can still visit, but no more intimacy. If you want more, you’ll have to find yourself a marefriend. Got it?”

“Y-you’re offering me just sex,” you ask, unable to believe what you’re hearing.

“Yes,” she says as she takes a bite from her hayburger. “It seems logical enough, doesn’t it? You want sex, and now you’ve got it. I need somepony to clear out all my cobwebs, you’re helping. This works both of us. Two parasprites with one stone. Because between you and me, I’m a little pent up.” She sighs and closes her eyes. “A hoof just doesn’t cut it anymore.”

You glance off to the side. “They, um… they have toys for that.”

“Cheap rubber isn’t the same as a hot, throbbing cock,” Velvet says bluntly, almost causing you to choke on your food. “I’ve tried. It just doesn’t feel right. It also helps when said stallionhood is attached to somepony else. You make the experience better.” She gives you a warm smile.

Your face feels like it’s been slapped several times. Dang it! Why can’t you stop blushing?!

“I-I do?” you stutter out.

This causes her to giggle. “Of course, hun. You’re cute, I’ll give you that, and I can see you turning into a fine stallion one day. Don’t take my not wanting a relationship with you to heart, okay? It’s not because of you. I’m just not interested in any stallions at the moment. It doesn’t mean that I don’t care for you, got it?”

You nod weakly.

“Good, then it’s settled,” Velvet hums. “Just sex between us for the next few weeks.”

“Sounds kinda of shallow when you say it like that,” you mutter, staring at your salad.

She cocks her head to the side. “What makes you say that?”

“I don’t want you just for sex,” you pout. “I like you for other reasons.”

Velvet raises an eyebrow. “My ‘smoking hot body’?”

“That’s a plus,” you huff. “I also like your personality.”

“Hun, you’ve only been staying with me for four days so far,” Velvet says softly. “That’s hardly enough time to get to know somepony.”

“I like your maturity.”

“I intentionally put extra spice in your chili just to watch you squirm.”

You stiffen.

“Why would you do that?!” you squawk indignantly, drawing curious looks from neighboring tables. “It hurt to go to the bathroom later! I had a heated pucker!”

“You didn’t have to eat it. I gave you a salad,” Velvet says with a smirk, leaning her head on a hoof. Levitating up her hayburger up to her muzzle, she takes a bite. “You’re the one that stupidly muscled your way through it. You only have yourself to blame.”

You grumble darkly under your breath before sighing. “Still more mature than most of the fillies in my school.”

Velvet sighs as well. “Still not looking for a relationship, hun.”

“That just makes it sound like I’m using you,” you groan, laying your head on the table, you cheek smooshed against the cool surface.

Velvet pauses for a brief moment before her eyes light up suddenly.

“I’m not looking for a new husband,” she says, “or a coltfriend. Does that make it better?”

“We can still be friends afterwards?” you ask, glancing over at her from your spot on the table.

“Of course,” she says with a smile, tilting her head to the side. “We’re friends right now. Friends with benefits. The benefits just leave when your mother comes back. After that, we can still be friends.”

“That makes me feel better,” you say, lifting your head off the table.

“Good,” Velvet hums. “Are those terms acceptable then?”

Taking another bite of salad, you nod your head slowly, trying to appear calm and collective. In reality, you were cheering loudly inside. You get to bang a hot mare with no strings attached! And you still got to be friends with her afterwards. These next few weeks are going to be amazing!

As you are mentally celebrating, Velvet takes another bite of her hayburger, only to have her eyes go wide a second later.

“Oh!” She holds a hoof up to her mouth as she chews. “I almost forgot!” Taking a moment to finishing chewing and swallowing her food, she continues, “You can’t tell anypony about this, okay? What happens between me and you, it stays between me and you. Got it?”

“What? Why?” you ask, confused. You pause, only to balk suddenly. “W-wait! You… you won’t get in trouble for this, will you?”

“Not likely,” she says nonchalantly, taking a sip of her drink, “although if word gets out, most ponies probably won’t like what we’ve done, and many more will most likely object. I can deal with the social stigma, especially considering who my family is. No, it’s you I’m worried about.”

“Me?”

She nods her head. “Yes, you. When it comes to any backlash, I’m concerned for you. You have your whole life ahead of you, and the last thing I want to do is take that away from you.”

“W-what if word does get out?” you ask nervously.

Velvet sighs. “Well, hopefully that doesn’t happen, but if it does, then I’ll most likely take the blame for everything. If worse comes to worst, I’ll just take the heat. Shift the blame away from you, so to speak.”

“But what about you?”

“I’m financially stable enough to support myself, even if my publisher decides to drops me,” Velvet says with a small smile. “Plus, I have two princesses in my family, and know the other two personally. I don’t think I’ll have any troubles if word gets out. Once again, it’s you I’m worried about.”

You fidget in your booth, staring down at your half-eaten salad. Outside the window, ponies continue to go about their days, a few stopping occasionally to talk with somepony they know. They aren’t privy to your inner turmoil. On one hoof, you don’t want to cause Velvet any trouble, even if she says she won’t be bothered by it. On the other hoof, you are a horny teenage colt who was just offered unlimited sex for the next few weeks.

…

Curse your stupid teenage hormones!

“Hey,” Velvet says softly, snapping you out of your thoughts. She places a hoof on the table in front of you and gives you a warm smile. “Don’t worry about it, okay? It’ll be fine. Just don’t go bragging about it to your friends or anything like that, and everything will work out.”

Staring at her, you nod your head slowly as a smile makes its way across your muzzle. “Alright.”

“Good,” she says, leaning back in the booth. “In that case, finish up with your meal, hun. We still have some more shopping to do, and I want to get home as soon as possible. Your… ‘gift’ from earlier is beginning to soak into my underwear.”

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Stupid wings…

You blink owlishly at her, trying to ignore the burning sensation in your cheeks. “More shopping?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Velvet hums as she drains the last of her drink. “Twilight’s birthday is coming up and I still have to get her a gift of some kind, although I’m not sure what to get her, especially seeing as she has that new palace and everything.” She pauses, a thoughtful look on her face. “What say you? Want to help me pick out a present for best princess?”

The look of confusion you give her is enough to make her double take. “What is it?”

“Why would we need to get Luna a present if it’s Twilight’s birthday?” you ask.

The deadpan look that Velvet gives you is well worth the swat to the back of the head you get a few seconds later.