Morning finds you splayed out on the couch, your front half draped over the leg-rest. Half-asleep, you bask in the sunlight that is streaming through the living room’s bay window. The warmth is almost enough to send you back to sleep, and you find yourself dozing off once or twice, only to jerk back awake a moment later.

It was early in the morning, barely past seven-thirty. The only reason you are awake at the moment is that the somepony thought it would be a good idea to ring the doorbell. Multiple times. In quick succession.

Said pony had been here to give Velvet a message from her editor, asking her to come in today for one last meeting to finalize her latest book before they began printing. So it looks like she’ll be spending the morning out of the house again, leaving you by yourself.

You watch groggily as she trots around the room, gathering up papers and scrolls in her magic before depositing them neatly into her saddlebags. A few quills follow, wrapped carefully in a felt cloth.

“Are you sure you don’t mind me going in?” she asks you as she places a few more papers into her bags.

Yawning loudly, you just nod your head in answer

“I can always reschedule the meeting for later. I’m sure my publisher wouldn’t mind,” she continues, glancing up. She already has her make-up on, her blue eyes accented by dark blue shading. Mascara coats her eyelashes, making them darker and thicker than usual. Her mane is pulled back up in a bun, a pair of hairstick poking out of it.

“It’s fine,” you grunt.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

She eyes you for a few seconds before nodding her head slowly and returning to her preparation. Double-checking her saddlebags, she then closes the flaps before levitating the bags over and placing them down beside the front door.

“Alright then,” she says. “Hopefully I won’t be gone as long as last time.” She rolls her eyes. “He just wants to go over a few minor details before the novel is good to go. This should only take a few hours at most. I most likely will be back in time for lunch.”

You grunt in affirmation, your eyes beginning to droop again. Your head dips down before you jerk back awake with a small gasp.

Velvet gives you a sympathetic look before shaking her head. “You know you can go back to bed, hun. I don’t know why you insisted on getting up so early to begin with.”

“Stupid pony ringing the bell and crap,” you mutter under your breath.

“Well,” Velvet hums softly, “once I leave you can go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up again when I get back home—” A sharp knock on the front door cuts her off. You both stare at said door in confusion.

“Who could that be?” Velvet murmurs to herself as she slowly approaches the door. Unlocking it, she swings it open. “Oh! Yes?”

Leaning over the edge of the couch and craning your neck, you can just barely make out a guard standing on the porch outside, his golden armor glinting in the morning light. A glance out the window shows that two more guards are positioned at the fence gate, both eyeing the ponies passing by on the street warily.

The guard at the door gives Velvet a brief bow. “Ma’am, sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but I have something I need to discuss with you.”

Velvet chances a quick glance over at you before returning her attention to the guard.

“Certainly. How may I help you?” she asks, giving him a warm smile.

“I have a late book to return. Is the librarian in?”

You’re not sure why, but these words cause Velvet’s entire body to stiffen. Her eyes widen and she gapes at the guard for a few seconds before blinking and shaking her head. She gives you another glance before her expression turns serious.

“She is,” she says softly, turning back to the guard. “However, you are going to need your library card for the late fees.”

You look back and forth between the two of them, no clue what’s going on. Librarian? Library card? Is that some kind of code? Apparently it is, because the guard nods before his posture seems to relax.

“I’ll have to go get it,” he says. “In the meantime, be careful ma’am. There are some strange folk about, as well as talk of a few changelings taking advantage of the confusion after Tirek’s rampage. The Guard is investigating said rumors, but we advise ponies to keep an eye out for anypony acting strange.”

“I’ll be sure to do that,” Velvet says. “Would you like to come in for some tea?”

The guard shakes his head. “Thank you for the offer, ma’am, but I’m going to have to decline. I prefer coffee.” With that, he gives her another brief bow before turning and stepping down off the porch and heading for the road. You watch him through the window until he and his two partners disappear from view.

Velvet closes the door, snapping your attention back to her. She’s staring at the floor, her brow furrowed in thought. Slowly, her eyes drift over to you, and her troubled look grows.

“W-what… what’s going on?” you ask.

Still staring at you, Velvet trots forward. Your ears splay back under the intensity of the look she’s giving you. It’s almost like she is trying to see right through you.

You lick you lips nervously. “W-what?”

Her horn lights up suddenly, and she pinches your cheek with her magic.

Letting out an undignified yip, you hold a hoof to your bruised cheek and give Velvet an indignant look.

“What was that for?” you ask, only to blink in surprise upon seeing the Velvet’s expression has become warm and loving again.

“Change of plans,” she hums as she begins to make her way towards the stairs. “You’ll be coming with me to my publisher meeting.”

You cock your head to the side and scrunch up your face. “What, why?” It was a meeting between her and her publisher, and from how she had been describing it, most likely going to be boring. And last a couple of hours. Why did she want you to go?

And more importantly, why would you want to go?

“Because I don’t want to leave you alone,” she says, ascending the stairs. “And if you’re there, my publisher will be less likely to drone on and on, so this is a benefit for me as well. Be ready to go in about ten minutes, okay? I have to go get dressed.”

Grudgingly, you nod your head, only for your stomach to suddenly growl very loudly.

From upstairs, Velvet laughs. “We’ll stop by the doughnut shop on the way. How does that sound?”

You perk up at that. Maybe this wouldn’t be as horrible as you had first thought it was going to be.

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

You were wrong: it is worse than you thought it was going to be.

Her publisher, some middle-aged unicorn with glasses and a suit, just keeps droning on and on. His voice is practically monotone, and his words just slur together. He does have expressions though, as he smiles and frowns as he talks, even going so far as to laugh when he says something he finds humorous. The more you are forced to think about it, the more you realize that he actually reminds you of one of your old school teachers, who could put an entire class to sleep without even trying.

It doesn’t help that the room this meeting is taking place in is warm. You’re struggling just to stay awake. How can Velvet still be conscious, let alone actually following the conversation?

And yet, she is.

She sits beside you, just opposite the stallion on the other side of the long table. Nodding her head as the stallion talks, her eyes are focused on him and occasionally she’ll speak up to add something to the conversation. A conversation that’s been going on for nearly three hours now. You stopped listening a long time ago.

Now you just sit there, head on the table as you wait for this purgatory to be over with.

The only saving grace for this trip so far is the fact that Velvet took you to Donut Joe’s beforehand. The box of leftovers—containing two chocolate-covered doughnuts and an éclair—rests in the empty chair next to you.

Fighting back a yawn, you stare blankly ahead. Beside you, Velvet just absently runs a sock-clad hoof over her dress as she listens to Mr. Boring. A lull in the conversation causes you to perk slightly, but you deflate when you see that the stallion is just taking a sip from his coffee. Letting out a quiet huff, you place your chin back down on the table, your ears drooping. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Velvet give you an apologetic look. The look slowly fades though, and is quickly replaced with a small smirk as she turns back to her publisher.

Huffing again, you close your eyes and decide that a nap is in order. However, before you can start to doze off, something brushes against your sheath, causing you to jerk suddenly. Peering under the table, you see a faint rosy aura hovering around your groin. A quick glance towards Velvet shows that the tip of her horn is glowing softly, so soft that you can barely see the magic.

You give her a confused look, only for your eyes to widen and a small gasp to escape your lips as her magic strokes your sheath again, only to move down and gently caress your balls. Inside your sheath, your member twitches before slowly beginning to emerge. What the hay is she doing?!

She continues to tease you beneath the table even as your erection emerges fully from your sheath. You have to keep your head down in order to hide your winces and grimaces, as well as the blush that is most likely present on your face. It takes all of your willpower not to allow your wings to flare wide. Her magic plays with your member, flowing up and down its length slowly, causing it to twitch. All the while she just sits there, chatting with her publisher as if nothing is happening.

This continues for several minutes, her magic running softly over your colthood. She is teasing you, playing with your head and shaft until you almost reach the edge, only to back off at the last second. When you are more relaxed, she gives you more attention, causing your pleasure to spike again.

Being constantly on the edge has you as hard as diamonds, a steady stream of precum dripping from your tip. You bite your lip in order to silence the whimpers and groans threatening to escape you. The fact that there is a stallion—a stranger—just across the table from you is making you even more excited for some odd reason. All he has to do is bend down and look beneath the table, and you are busted.

Movement beside you catches your attention. The lid to the box of doughnuts cracks open, and after a few seconds the éclair floats out, suspended in the same rosy magic that is currently teasing the underside of your flare. As you watch, the éclair floats under the table. What is she—?

Your eyes widen in shock as you feel the éclair press up against the tip of your head. She isn’t...

...she is.

Unable to help yourself, an audible gasp escapes your lips as Velvet pushes the éclair onto your colthood. The cream-filled interior wraps around your member, the sensation of coolness sending shivers down your spine as the cream smears over your flesh.

At your gasp, the stallion gives you a bemused look. “Is he okay?”

You stiffen in alarm even as the éclair continues to stroke itself up and down your length.

“Hmmm? What? Oh, yes, he is,” Velvet says nonchalantly. “He’s probably just getting a little antsy. We have been here for a while. Perhaps we should wrap this up, Ledger.” The magic currently massaging your balls give them a small squeeze, causing your whole body to twitch.

“We have?” the stallion asks, glancing over to a clock that is hanging above the door. “Oh, so we have. I hadn’t noticed.” He laughs loudly. “I guess time just seems to fly when you’re talking with a beautiful mare. Alright then, let’s finalize this, shall we?” Pulling a piece of paper out of a pile, he slides it across the table to Velvet. “Please sign here, here, and here.” He marks the paper before giving the quill to Velvet.

Throughout all of this, Velvet keeps up the assault on your colthood. Even when she is using her magic to sign the contact and papers, she still has the éclair sliding up and down your length. You are practically squirming in your seat, your hips bucking weakly as you try and thrust deeper into the creamy center of the doughnut that is currently pleasuring you. There is just enough sensation to keep you going, but not enough to help you tip over the edge.

Frustrated, you groan and bang your head on the table.

“Easy, there, little fella’,” the stallion chuckles. “We’ll be done in just one second.”

You can barely hear him over the sound of your heart thundering in your ears.

“That should do it,” the stallion said a few seconds later. Velvet’s magic pauses, giving you a momentary reprieve. Only the magic around your balls continue its ministration, slowly rolling first one orb, then the other around. She and the stallion both stand up and shake hooves over the tabletop. “Velvet, it has been a pleasure doing business with you again.”

“Likewise, Ledger,” Velvet says.

“This will most likely be your best novel yet!”

“I do hope so,” Velvet hums. “I put a lot of time and effort into it.”

“You can certainly tell,” Ledger chuckles. “It’ll be a bestseller in no time. Everypony will love it! Say,” he pauses and raises an eyebrow, giving her a small smirk. “What say you and I get something to eat tonight in celebration? My treat, of course.”

“Thank you, Ledger, but I’m going to have to decline,” Velvet says, giving him a soft smile. “I already have plans for this evening, but I appreciate the offer. Maybe next time.”

The stallion seems to deflate slightly, but keeps his smile. “Alright then. Maybe next time indeed.” Gathering up the paperwork in his magic, he gives Velvet a nod of his head before he heads for the door.

The minute the door close behind him, you breathe a shaky sigh of relief only to yelp as your chair is suddenly spun around. The éclair is pulled off your member to be quickly replaced by Velvet’s muzzle. You let out a silent scream of pleasure as her warm maw surrounds your member, her tongue licking off the cream coating your shaft. She bobs her head, a hoof coming up to cup one of your balls as she works.

Due to all the teasing you suffered through earlier, you are already teetering on the edge of the abyss. The breaking point comes when a sliver of her magic slips into your tailhole, stretching it. Gritting your teeth, you feel your flare expand in her mouth. However, instead of the satisfying feeling of your flare scraping against her throat, she pulls off of your member, exposing your head to the air.

You don’t have long to complain though, as almost instantly her mouth is replaced by the éclair. With that, you erupt into the cream-filled center, your cock jerking and throbbing as you fill the cavity with your own cream.

“Very good,” Velvet purrs. Licking frosting off her lips, she gives you a smoldering look. “That’s it, fill it all up.” Unable to speak at the moment, you do just that. A mixture of your seed and cream oozes out from around your member, dribbling down your length. Before it can get far however, Velvet is there to lick it up, her tongue gliding along your skin as she cleans the aftermath.

As you return to earth, she slowly removes the éclair. Licking the rest of your member clean, she then turns her attention to the ruined doughnut.

“Not bad,” she hums. “I’m impressed with how long you lasted.”

“You’re… evil…” you gasp, panting for breath.

“Oh, don’t be that way,” Velvet tsks, giving you an amused look. “I can tell you were enjoying yourself. Twitching and groaning like that. Besides, it certainly made the meeting go faster, no?”

“But... the, ha… the éclair? Really?”

“I was curious,” she says. “Night was never one for food play. You seemed to like it though.” Levitating the éclair up in front of her face, she eyes it curiously before taking a large bite out of it. She chews slowly, rolling the flavor around her mouth before eventually swallowing.

“Not bad,” she says before taking another bite.

Wings stiff by your sides, you stare at her with wide eyes as she sensually consumes the rest of the cum-filled éclair.

Licking her lips clean, she stands up. Her horn begins to glow and she levitates the doughnut box over to her side.

“Alright, ready to go?” she asks, glancing down at you as though nothing happened.

Still at a loss for words, you can only nod.

Velvet smirks before turning and sauntering her way towards the exit, her tail brushing against your muzzle as she goes. Wings still stiff, you jump down off the chair before hobbling after her.

You’ll never be able to look at doughnuts the same way ever again.

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

You remain silent as both of you walk back to the house. Beside you, Velvet hums softly to herself as she trots along, her hips swaying slightly. She no longer has the doughnut box, having used it to teach some stallion why you never slap a mare’s flank as she walks past.

As you reach her street, you glance up at her. “Um, Mrs. Velvet?”

“Please, just call me Velvet, hun,” she says, giving you a small smile. “What on your mind?”

“Um, your publisher—”

“Ledger, hun.”

“—oh, um. Well, Ledger was trying to ask you out.”

“I am aware of that,” she hums.

“Why didn’t you say ‘yes’?” you ask.

Velvet sighs. “How many times do I have to tell you, hun, I’m not looking for a relationship.”

“Yeah, from me,” you say. “What about him? He’s probably around the same age as you.”

“Younger, actually,” Velvet sniffs. “And it doesn’t matter the age, I’m just not interested in finding another mate.”

Your wings flutter nervously. “C-can… can I ask why?”

Of course you can,” she says softly. There comes a brief pause before she continues. “At first it was because I didn’t want to replace Night Light. I felt like it was too soon after his death to be trying to find somepony else to share my life with. And then Twilight became Princess Celestia’s personal student, which complicated things.”

“How would that complicate things?” you ask, cocking your head to the side.

“Power, hun,” Velvet sighs. “My daughter being the prized pupil of Princess Celestia? And me being single? That’s a bid for power that very few nobles could let pass by. I can’t tell you how many times I slammed the door on somepony’s face because they just wouldn’t take no for an answer. It got so bad that I had to write to Princess Celestia requesting help. She sent several guards to help me… dissuade the stubborn few who just wouldn’t get the message.”

“Well, that was then. What about now?”

“What do you think?” Velvet asks, cocking an eyebrow. “I went from having a daughter who was the princess’s student to having two princesses in the family. Princess Twilight is my daughter, Princess Cadance is my daughter-in-law, and if you really want to be technical about it, Luna and Celestia are a part of my family too, due to being Cadance’s adoptive aunts! I’m a power play waiting to happen.

“Now, I’m not saying that all stallions are just after a boost in power and status,” she continues, “but I’m not interested in wading through the mud in order to find those that are just looking for love. I’ll be a very old mare before that happens, so I just ignore the suitors and continue to live my life as I see fit.” She trails off as the both of you come to a stop on the front porch of her house. You look up at her, and she looks down at you.

A timid smile touches your muzzle. “I don’t care about power.”

Velvet continues to stare down at you for a few more seconds before a warm smile spreads across her face. Her tail swishes over and entwines with yours. “I know, hun, and I’m proud of you. Keep that philosophy, and you’ll go far someday.”

With that, you both enter the door, tails still interwoven together.

Author's Note

This chapter's for you, Quantum Pony.