Chapters 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.
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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.
A mouthwatering aroma soon fills the kitchen as Velvet works. Standing by the stove, she stirs a large, bubbling pot into which she continues to dump ingredients. A knife flashes through the air as she uses her magic to chop up said ingredients.
You sit at the kitchen table, watching her work with mild fascination. Having grown up with a pegasus mother, you’ve never seen a meal prepared in such a manner. Sure, pegasi can use their wings to hold and manipulate stuff, but not to the extent that unicorns could with their magic. Your eyes follow a pile of diced-up onions as they float off of the cutting board, through the air, and into the pot, led there by a rosy cloud of magic.
As she cleans off the cutting board for the next ingredient, Velvet glances over her shoulder, only to smile upon seeing your look of awe.
“Never seen a unicorn cook before?” she asks as she levitates a bell pepper onto the board.
You shake your head, an ear flicking as she begins to chop again.
“No,” you say breathlessly.
“Oh, well, it’s not that amazing,” she giggles. “I’m certainly not the best chef out there either. No, if you really wanted to see some magic skills, it was Night you had to watch. He was the one that was amazing in the kitchen. I only learned what I know from watching him.” She giggles again. “I’m afraid Twilight inherited my inability to cook. The only difference is that she didn’t get to watch Night work.” Her smile fades slightly, her ears drooping.
Sensing the tension in the room, you decide to quickly try and change the subject. “My mom can’t cook either.”
Velvet blinks and shakes her head before glancing back at you. “She can’t?”
“Nope,” you say. “She burns most of the stuff she tries to cook. Even noodles! Our smoke detector doesn’t have any batteries because it kept going off.”
“I take it you don’t get that many home-cooked meals,” Velvet says, cocking an eyebrow.
This time it’s your turn for your ears to droop. “No, but that’s more because mom’s always on the go. She doesn’t really have any time to cook. We usually just get take-out, or stop at the bakery in the morning. It’s always go, go, go.”
You stare at the table before you, a small frown slowly spreading across your muzzle as you think about how busy your mom always is. Like you told Velvet before, she spends time with you, but that was mostly around the holidays when she asked for the time off. Other than that, it is just quick hugs and kisses in between her flying from town to town to make sure the weather was staying on schedule. She even occasionally took the train just so that she could get a nap in as she traveled between towns.
You are pulled from your thoughts by the sound of soft laughter. Glancing around, you see Velvet watching you, the amusement clear on her face.
“Well then,” she says, “I’ll just have to make sure this meal is extra special, won’t I?” Giving you a quick wink, she returns her attention to whatever it is she’s preparing. Even though you both stop talking, the room isn’t completely silent. Velvet hums softly to herself, swaying back and forth as she works. You’ve only been here barely a day and you can already tell she’s a musical pony. She always seems to be either humming to herself or singing softly under her breath. You briefly wonder if there is a reason behind it, but that train of thought gets derailed when a steaming bowl is suddenly set down in front of you.
You glance down at the contents of the bowl before looking up into Velvet’s smiling face. “What is it?”
“Three-Bean Chili,” she says, tilting her head to the side. “A personal favorite of Shining’s. It’s got red bell peppers, onions, red peppers, peeled butternut squash, tomatoes, pinto beans, cannellini beans, and red kidney beans. It also has some spice added to it, so it might have a tinsy bit of a kick to it.”
Leaning down, you sniff the steaming bowl curiously. Sure enough, you can already feel your sinuses beginning to drain. First the tacos, now this? This mare must like her spicy things.
You pick up your spoon and are about to take a bite when Velvet places another bowl down next to you. A quick glance inside shows that it’s a salad. Tomatoes and cucumbers are mixed in with the lettuce, as well as a sprinkle of croutons on top.
Glancing up from the salad, you give Velvet a curious look.
“Just in case,” she says with a wink before sitting down with her own bowl of chili.
The first spoonful hits you like a train. Eyes watering, you drop your spoon and quickly grab the glass of milk positioned nearby. As you gulp down the life-saving nectar, across the table, Velvet laughs.
“I warned you,” she says before taking a bite of her own chili. She shows no sign of discomfort, eating the spicy food as if it was the mildest thing she’s ever eaten. Her cheeks don’t even flush, remaining the same whitish-gray they always are.
Lowering your now half-empty glass of milk, you gasp for air.
“Why would you do that?” you ask, glaring at her.
“I warned you,” she says again, the mirth clear in her eyes.
“That was more than a small kick! That was like getting bucked in the mouth!”
“Oh, come now. Don’t be dramatic. It’s not that bad.”
“It was like eating liquid fire!”
“There’s nothing wrong with spicing up your life,” she says. “However, if it’s too much for you to handle, there is a salad right there.” She points to the salad bowl with her spoon before taking another bite.
She’s had foals before, so you really should have known better, but you aren’t thinking about that. All you can think about is how she just issued a challenge. A challenge to your stallionhood. She gave you the salad in case you couldn’t eat the chili. She doesn’t have her own salad; only you have a salad. She doesn’t think you can finish the chili. She thinks you’re weak! How dare she! You’ll show her. You aren’t a wimp! You aren’t a weakling! You aren’t some push over!
…
However, you are not very bright when it comes to common sense.
The second spoonful burns just as much as the first, as does the third. As you fight through the pain, Velvet just gives you that look that all mothers give their foals when they’re doing something stupid; that small smile, the hooded eyes, the small shake of the head. She’s judging you.
You ignore the look. If she can take it, so can you!
As you continue forcing yourself to eat, you notice that the heat is becoming more and more bearable with each bite you take. You aren’t sure if that’s because you’re getting used to it, or if she just had all the spice sprinkled about the top, but it doesn’t matter. Now that your mouth isn’t in agonizing pain with each mouthful, you begin to realize just how tasty the chili really is.
You have about half your bowl finished when Velvet gets up for seconds. She offers to top off your bowl, but you kindly refuse. With how big the serving is, combined with the spiciness of the chili, you’re pretty sure you’re only going to be able to handle one helping.
She just shrugs and fills herself a second bowl. She sprinkles some extra spice on it before sitting back down.
You finally manage to finish your first bowl about the same time that Velvet finishes her second. When she gets up to put her bowl in the sink, she offers again to get you seconds. You politely turn her down, and she levitates your bowl into the sink as well. As she goes about putting the leftovers into the fridge, you sit patiently at the table, nursing a swollen tongue and your glass of milk.
“There we are,” Velvet sighs, sitting back down across the table from you. She’s poured herself a glass of wine, from which she takes a small sip as she glances over at you. “Now that the foods all put away, how about we play that game?”
“What games do you have?” you ask, ears perking.
She tilts her head to the side, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Well, off the top of my head… we have chess, backgammon, cribbage, stratego, yahtzee...” As she continues to list off the games, your ear slowly cocks to the side. Noticing your expression, she blushes before giving you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, all of the games I have are from when Twilight and Shining lived here. Most of them are more… strategy based. Um, oh! How about checkers?”
You blink before nodding your head happily. It’s been awhile since you last played checkers, and few games of it actually sound good at the moment. You used to be able to beat your mom whenever you two had a chance to play. Your skills might be a little rusty, but you are positive you can give Velvet a run for her bits.
Velvet smiles as well before her horn lights up. You hear the sound of something moving around in the living room. A few seconds later a folded checkers board floated through the archway, followed by a bag of checker pieces.
You stare at the floating board in amazement. She was not only able to find it without looking, but it had been in the other room. You aren’t completely sure how magic works, but even you know that’s pretty impressive.
Unfolding the board, she places it down on the table between the two of you.
“What color do you want?” she asks as she uses her magic to sort out the pieces. “Red or black?”
“Red,” you say quickly before a light blush touches your cheeks. Velvet gives you a knowing look before passing you the red pieces. You both place your pieces on the respective sides of the board and, grabbing one of your pieces, you start the game.
The gentle sound of clicking checker pieces fills the room as you play. You take several of her pieces right away, and at first you think Velvet is going easy on you, but upon glancing up, you see she has a content smile on her face. She’s not competing; she’s just enjoying the moment. After that you begin to play a little more casually, however that just causes several of your pieces to be taken almost immediately.
“Don’t space out, dear. That’s how you lose,” she says as she picks up a cucumber slice out of the untouched salad that’s still on the table. She nibbles on it as she takes another one of your pieces.
Ears splaying back, you try to go on the offensive, but it appears that Velvet is now playing with you. She gets three kings in rapid succession and begins to use them to chase your pieces around the board. You begin to panic, which doesn’t turn out good for your pieces, and before you know it, Velvet has claimed the last one.
“Well, that was fun,” she giggles. Lifting her glass to her lips, she finishes off her wine. “Play again?” she asks as she pours herself some more.
You nod before moving to place the pieces back on the board. You let Velvet be red. The game begins again, and this time you’re on guard right off the bat. Velvet moves with precision, but you think about your moves before, taking minutes at a time. She doesn’t seem to mind though, and just sits there, watching you with a small smile on her face as she snacks on different parts of the salad. Even with you playing defensive, she still manages to get two kings in short order. She doesn’t use them though, so they just sit there, mocking you. You eventually manage to get a king of your own, but she somehow takes it from you almost instantly. Before long, you’ve lost a second game.
Wanting to get at least one win under your belt, you set up the board for a third game. It’s during this third game that you notice that Velvet has, at some point, started humming softly to herself. It’s a simple tune, and surprisingly catchy.
You listen for a few seconds before cocking your head to the side. “Why do you do that?”
At your words, she stops humming and stares at you in confusion.
“Do what?” she asks.
“The humming,” you say nervously. “Um, it’s just, I kinda noticed that you hum a lot. Not that that’s a bad thing,” you add quickly. “I was just curious is all.”
She blinks before a look of dawning realization crosses her face. “Oh… Oh! ” Her cheeks turn red and she gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, dear. I didn’t realize I was doing that. It’s just a force of habit.”
“Force of habit?” you ask, your muzzle scrunching up.
“Yes,” she sighs. Reaching out she picks up one of her pieces and moves it. “I started doing it about the same time that Shining moved into the barracks and Twilight moved into the palace. With both of them gone, it was just too quiet around the house. Too quiet and too lonely, so I started humming.” She took a sip of wine. “It’s just something to fill the silence. Sometimes I’ll open the windows if the neighbor foals are playing outside.”
Your ears fold back against your head as she talks, suddenly feeling bad for bring it up.
As if sensing your discomfort, Velvet shakes her head. “Don’t feel bad. It doesn’t bother me. I can stop if you’d like though.”
“N-no, it’s fine!” you say quickly. “I was just curious. I don’t mind.” Picking up one of your piece in your hoof, you jump over two of her pieces. Velvet smiles before moving one of her pieces, blocking your route to kinghood. You jump that, only to wince as she claims it with a piece you didn’t see hiding in the corner. As she places the captured piece down beside the board, you glance up at her again. She isn’t humming.
You chew on your bottom lip and glance down at the board, the gears in your head beginning to turn. Eventually, an idea slowly forms. Glancing back up at Velvet, you swallow your nervousness. “Um… I, uh…” It seems you can’t find the words you want. And your voice cracked. Wonderful.
“Yes?” she asks warmly.
“Well, if y-you’re lonely, we could, uh… do something together if you want.” You feel your face beginning to heat up again. “I mean, I am staying here for a few weeks. I’m sure there’s probably something I can do to, uh… help you with the loneliness.” Sweet Luna, that sounded cheesier than you meant it too.
Velvet pauses with her wine glass halfway to her lips. She gives you a blank look, blinking her eyes owlishly as she stares at you. One of her ears twitches, and her brow furrows. A strange look crosses her face as her head slowly tilts to the side. You feel like she’s studying you closely, trying to determine something. Then, she smirks—not a smile, a smirk —and takes a long sip from her wine.
“There might be,” she says softly as she lowers the glass. “There might be.” She’s silent for several seconds before suddenly reaching out and slapping one of her pieces down on the board. “King me!” Grumbling under your breath, you flip her piece over, exposing the crown etched into the plastic.
As you plan out your next move, a warm smile touches Velvet’s lips. “Thank you for the offer. I wouldn’t mind doing something together during your stay.” She pauses as she takes another sip of her wine. “Tell you what. How about tomorrow we go see a movie? You can pick which one.”
A smile spreads across your face as you perk up. It’s been awhile since you last went to the movies, and the new Power Ponies movie just came out. You had been eager to see it, but then Tirek had happened. But now… now you are getting your chance.
“I’d like that,” you say, your tail flicking back and forth. Picking up one of your pieces, you jump over one of hers.
“Alright then,” Velvet chirps. “It’s settled. We have a plan for tomorrow.” Throwing back her head, she drains the last of her wine in a single gulp. She sets the glass down before grabbing one of her pieces.
click clack click
“King me!”
You groan as your head lands on the table with a thunk.
Velvet’s laughter fills the air.
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.
The moon is beginning to rise above the horizon when you and Velvet finally begin to head home. A few clouds float by overhead, glowing softly in the moonlight. Luna’s stars are out as well, twinkling merrily against the purple-black backdrop of sky. They are faded though, the light of Canterlot’s many street lights cutting through the darkness. It’s these street lights that light your way.
After having a total of four beers, Velvet giggles to herself, her face flushed red. She totters back and forth as she walks, the movement overly exaggerated. It doesn’t seem to bother her that much, and she almost seems to be making a game out of it, seeing how far she can lean before needing to correct herself.
You keep a close eye on her as you walk, both watching to make sure she doesn’t fall over and—consequently—watching her flank as it sways side to side hypnotically. Her tails flicks about, not enough to expose anything, but just enough to be a tease.
A tasty, tasty tease.
Your face heats up, and you try not to stare, but it’s hard. It’s almost like she’s intentionally flicking her tail in your direction, trying to draw your gaze to her flanks. If she is, she’s definitely succeeding.
Unf...
Reluctantly pulling your gaze from the lovely sight, you glance around. The streets are not as packed as they had been earlier, only a few ponies loitering about in the cool evening air. Several of them watch you and Velvet curiously as you pass, but other than that, leave you be. One of them—a brown stallion with a black mane—gives you an odd look, his green eyes narrowing. You stick close to Velvet, who seems oblivious to the stallion’s gaze. He makes as if to follow after you, but upon catching sight of Velvet’s cutie mark, decides against it and heads in the opposite direction.
After a few minutes, you eventually reach the street Velvet’s house is on. Street lights illuminate the lane, the white picket fences casting shadows into the yards behind them. Lights are on in certain houses, and you can see an occasional shadow pass in front of a lit window.
Velvet goes to step onto the sidewalk, only to trip over the edge of the curb. She lets out a surprised yelp as she falls forward, eyes widening. Moving quickly, you dart forward and catch her before she can collapse upon the street. You have to flare your wings in order to stop yourself from toppling over as well, but you manage to remain on your hooves, but just barely.
Giggling softly, Velvet gives you a sheepish look as she clings to you. “Heh… sorry, dear. The curb just kinda jumped up on me there.” She’s surprisingly light, considering she’s an adult, and you have very little trouble holding her up.
“It’s, um… it’s okay,” you say, adjusting your grip on her slightly. “Let’s… let’s just get home.”
“Works for me,” she hums. However, instead of pushing off of you, she continues to lean against your side as the both of you begin to walk again. The feeling of her coat rubbing against yours is enough to send shivers down your spine. Her tail flicks up and drapes itself across your rump for a second before sliding slowly off. The scent of cinnamon tickles your nose as she leans her head against yours.
“Thanks for the support, dear,” she hums softly.
“No problem,” you say, cheeks heating up again.
Her house eventually comes into view, but before you could reach the gate of the fence, somepony calls out. From across the street, a pony waves from her position on her porch. Rocking back and forth on a wooden porch swing, she smiles. “Good evening, Vel!”
“Hello, Rose,” Velvet calls out as well, lifting her head off of yours in order to greet her neighbor. Her words slur together slightly, something that the neighbor seems to notice.
“Everything okay there, Vel?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Velvet laughs. “Just had a bit too much fun tonight. Nothing too bad. Might have a headache in the morning though. We’ll see.”
The neighbor nods. “Ah, well. That explains it. Good to see you aren’t staying cooped up at home so much anymore.” Her gaze drift over to you, and she eyes you up and down from behind her half-moon spectacles. “Hmmm, I see you have an escort there.”
“Yeah, he’s my chaperone for this evening,” Velvet says, and you feel her tail begin to twine around yours again. “He’s here to make sure that I get home safely.”
“You know, I’m a little hurt, Vel,” the neighbor hems and haws. “You never told me you had a third foal.”
“Oh, he’s not mine, Rose,” Velvet giggles. “Twilight was my last. I’m just watching him for a friend for a few weeks.” Is it just you, or is her tail getting a little too exploratory?
Luckily, they don’t chat for long before the neighbor lets you go. You aren’t sure how much longer you would have lasted with Velvet’s tail brushing up against your dock and flank. It had seemed unintentional at first, but after you felt the hairs brush against a very sensitive part of your anatomy, you aren’t too sure. Either way, you were getting more and more flustered as time went on, so the sooner you are able to get Velvet back inside, the better. The last thing you want to do was pop a boner with her hanging off of you.
Climbing the steps of the porch, you wait for Velvet to unlock the door before escorting her inside. The house is dark, nopony having turned on a light before you left for the movies. You move to turn on the light above the entryway, but are stopped by Velvet.
“No, leave them off,” she says softly, still leaning on you.
You open your mouth to explain to her that you can’t see anything, but pause when her horn begins to glow softly, casting a faint rosy light about. The light doesn’t destroy your night vision, but it is strong enough to let you see where things are, such as the umbrella rack you almost knocked over.
Now able to see where you are going, you turn and, half-carrying half-leading, escort Velvet slowly up the stairs. She allows you to direct her without complaint, even going as far as to nuzzle your cheek as you both climb the steps. You’re suddenly not sure if it’s Velvet’s magic that casting the rosy hue on everything, or the light from your burning cheeks.
With a little difficulty you are able to lead Velvet down the hall towards her room. The door swings open silently, allowing you entry. It isn’t that hard to get Velvet into bed, as she practically falls into it the minute you reach the four-poster bed. Snuggling up into the pillows, she hums happily before sighing. “Thank you, dear.”
You mumble out a faint reply as you go to leave. As you turn, your eyes catch sight of the laundry basket, and your poor cheeks begin to flush again for the umpteenth time this night as you remember your previous encounter with it. Figuring that it was time to beat a hasty retreat lest you became more flustered, you exit the room and leave Velvet to her humming.
Closing the door to her bedroom behind you, you stand in the hallway for a moment, contemplating what to do. It is late, and you are somewhat tired from today’s events. You half-contemplate staying up to read your comics, but after a yawn sneaks up on you suddenly, you decide that it is probably time to turn in for the night.
Keeping the lights off, you feel your way down the hall to the bathroom with your wings. The light practically blinds you when you turn it on, and it takes you a few seconds of blinking in order to see again. You go through the motions—brushing your teeth, preening your wings, and using the toilet—before turning off the bathroom light and heading for your room. The sound of muffled humming has stopped coming from Velvet’s room; all you hear now is silence. She must have fallen asleep already.
You yawn again as you enter your room. Closing the door behind you with a back hoof, you stumble towards your bed, using the faint moonlight shining through the window curtains as a guide. The sheets are cool to the touch as you collapse upon them face first. You wiggle a bit, trying to maneuver yourself towards the head of the bed, but with little success. In fact, all you really do is rumple up the comforter around you.
Grumbling under your breath, you finally use your hooves to pull yourself up. You roll over, flopping onto your back with your head on your pillow and your wings flared wide. Turning your head to the side, you glance at the clock, only to be surprised when you see that it’s only a little after half-past-nine. The excitement of the movie must have taken more out of you than you had thought if you are tired before even ten.
Yawning again, you close your eyes, snuggle back into the pillows, and—
thump
Your eyes snap open as something lands on your bed, sinking into the mattress. Lifting your head, you glance down towards the foot of the bed. Your eyes immediately widen to the point of almost popping out of your head.
“Hello~~~!” Velvet purrs from her place between your hind legs. If her tone of voice isn’t enough to send shivers running down your spine, the smoldering look on her face sure is.
You feel yourself twitch in your sheath.
“H-h-hello,” you stutter out. Suddenly realizing how close she is to a certain part of your body, you quickly try and close your hind legs, but are unable to as Velvet’s body is in the way. Instead, you try and flick your tail up, over your exposed groin. Once again, you are unable to as it appears that Velvet has it pinned under one of her hooves.
She just smirks at you, her own tail flicking back and forth behind her. “Awww, you’re going to bed already? But the night’s still young.”
You open and close your mouth wordlessly, unsure of what to say about the event currently happening right in front of you. The moonlight bleeding in through the curtains reflects off her light gray coat, causing it to almost sparkle in the pale light.
“In fact,” Velvet continues, her voice dropping to an ear-pleasing murmur, “we haven’t even had dessert yet.”
You open your mouth to ask her what she means, but all that escapes you is a surprised gasp as she leans forward suddenly and presses her nose against your sheath. She inhales deeply, a low, groaning murmur escaping her lips. Her tongue lolls from her mouth and she drags it slowly across one of your balls.
Hole. E. Buck.
Your erection launches itself from your sheath in record time, flopping unceremoniously across Velvet’s face. Without missing a beat, she moves from your balls to your member, dragging her tongue up the length of your colthood.
“W-wha-a-a—?!” You try to formulate words, but are unable to as a deluge of new and amazing feelings wash over you. The feeling of her warm tongue sliding across your flesh is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, the sensation causing your member to twitch in time with her licks. The sensible side of your brain is shouting weakly at you to stop this, and you try and cover yourself with your hooves, only for Velvet to gently push them away with her magic.
“Oh, don’t act like you’re not enjoying this,” she hums. “I know you’ve been watching my flank~~~!” She giggles. “Like what you see?”
You nod your head dumbly, staring down at her with wide-eyes.
“Then you’re going to love this,” she says before returning her attention back to your member. Keeping her eyes closed, she laps at your exposed length, first dragging her tongue up one side then down the other. When a bead of precum dribbles from your tip, she licks it up, swirling her tongue around your head slowly.
You groan, your hips bucking weakly.
Velvet just giggles before placing her hooves on either side of your member, holding you in place. She gives your length one last, agonizingly-slow lick, her tongue lingering at your tip, before she pulls her head away.
You whine at the sudden lack of attention, your saliva-coated colthood exposed to the cool air. It slaps weakly against your belly as it twitches, your flare swelling slightly before relaxing. Confused as to why Velvet stopped, you open your eyes and glance down at her.
She’s staring up at you, her deep, blue eyes gleaming in the dark. Her smile fades slightly, but is still present, and the look she gives you causes your ears to perk. Her head slowly tilts to the side. “Do you want to continue?”
The words are simple enough to understand, but you feel like there is a hidden weight behind them. They feel important. It feels almost like she is asking permission to continue.
You nod your head without thinking, eyes still wide.
…
Bless your teenage hormones.
Before you have time to process what you have just done, Velvet leans forward and engulfs your entire member in her muzzle. She sinks down your length quickly until her nose is pressed up against your stomach. The sudden warmth is enough to send your mind reeling. Your head falls back against the pillow with a thump, leaving you staring up at the ceiling in shock. “Ahhh!”
You expect her to move her head, but she just remains in place. Her tongue shifts about weakly against your flesh, your tip brushing against the back of her throat. She swallows, causing you to gasp again as her throat tugs on your head. It feels heavenly.
This can’t be real. You have to be dreaming. You fell asleep the minute your head hit the pillow, and this is a mind-blowing wet dream. If that’s the case, then sweet Luna please don’t let you wake up before it’s over. You wanted—no, needed —to see this through—“Gah!”
You let out a startled yelp that turns quickly into a groan as Velvet’s tongue suddenly slides from her mouth while your member is still buried in her maw. Still keeping her head in place, she then drags her tongue over your balls again. The combined feeling of her throat tugging at your head, her warm mouth engulfing your member, and her tongue teasing your delicate orbs is enough to make you go cross-eyed. Your wings are so stiff now that you won’t be able to roll onto your side even if you wanted to. As the feeling of pleasure continues to grow, you think to yourself that this couldn’t get any better…
...but it does.
Keeping her tongue out, Velvet slowly begins to pull her head back, her lips sliding up your length. You whimper, your hips bucking weakly as you try to follow the retreating warmth. When she reaches your head, you feel her teeth bump into the ridge of your flare, tugging on the skin gently. You gasp, only to moan as she suddenly moves forward again, pushing your throbbing length back into her mouth.
Velvet moans as she continues to bob her head along your length, a wet slurping noise feeling the air. Her tongue swirls around your flesh as she suckles your member like a popsicle. Your mind has gone blank, and you unconsciously place your forehooves on the back of her head.
She continues at a teasing pace for several minutes before gradually picking up speed, thrusting your member completely into her mouth with each push. You can feel your balls brush up against her chin each time she bottoms out. Soon you are meeting Velvet’s movements with your own thrusts, your hips moving involuntary. Pressure slowly begins to grow in your loins, as does pleasure.
“V-Velvet… I-I… I’m gonna...” you manage to wheeze out in between groans.
Velvet pauses for a brief second before continuing, her pace increasing. You manage to lift you head up weakly and glance down at her, only to find her staring back up at you, her blue eyes unblinking.
The sight is enough to send a fresh burst of pleasure shooting through you, and you gasp as you feel your head beginning to flare. Clenching your teeth, you try to hold it back.
And then Velvet winks.
You tense, your hind legs locking up. The head of your cock flares as you erupt suddenly into the depths of Velvet’s mouth. Her eyes widen before she pushes herself quickly down to the base of your member. Your flare brushes the back of the throat again, causing another burst of pleasure to race up your spine. You cock continues to twitch and throb as you shoot your load down her throat.
Velvet moans softly, swallowing with each new burst of seed that floods her mouth. Gingerly placing a hoof on your balls, she kneads the sensitive organ, milking you for all your worth. You grind yourself against her muzzle, trying to get as much pleasure out of this as possible. You’re on cloud nine at the moment, and nothing else matters except the feeling of her mouth around you.
You’re not sure how long it is before you begin to return to your senses. Velvet slowly pulls back, letting your cock fall from her lips and lie limply across your stomach. She swallows the remaining leftovers still in her mouth before leaning down at gently lapping at your shrinking member, cleaning it.
You just lie there, breathing heavily and twitching with each lick. If you weren’t exhausted before, you certainly are now.
As you begin to feel yourself drifting into unconsciousness, Velvet finishes licking you clean. Humming happily, she pulls herself up and rests her head on your chest, snuggling up against you. Weakly, you place a hoof on top of her head, running it absently through her mane. This just causes her to hum again, and she nuzzles your chest.
You are warm, you are exhausted, and with Velvet resting by your side, sleep soon claims you.
Author's Note
Oops... looks like Velvet dropped the ball and started the clop a little too early. Oh well, that's alcohol for you. We'll just have to see where it goes from here.
Shopping for Clothes is a Pain in the Plot!
The marketplace is fairly busy when you and Velvet arrive. Ponies mill about, chatting with one another or simply eyeing the many stands that dot the plaza. Shop doors are open wide, trying to entice customers to come inside, while also allowing the breeze to drift into the stuffy shops. The fountain in the center of the market is gushing happily, water cascading down the multiple tier waterfall to splash in the shallow pool below. Every so often a gust of wind catches the water droplets, blowing them about in a refreshing mist.
You follow behind Velvet as she peruses the stands slowly with mild curiosity. She stops occasionally to inquire on certain items that catch her eyes, even asking a couple of the stall owners about their wares. They chat for a few minutes, but you don’t mind the wait. It allows you a chance to glance around at the nearby stalls in the meantime.
There’s a stand selling miniature golems shaped like dogs, and another one selling painted pieces of driftwood. There’s even a stand where a pegasus is selling Wonderbolt memorabilia. Your favorite so far however is a stall that appears to be selling miniature statues. The one that catches your eye is a very detailed piece of work that depicts Nightmare Moon and Luna both chained to the moon. It is way out of your price range though, so you can look, but no touchy. Although you do have enough money for a new comic book. You just have to wait until you get to the comic stand to see if they have any new ones. You’ve almost finished with your latest copy of Supermare, and you need to know what happens between her and Batmare.
Disharmony: Alicorns Among Us is such a good comic.
Velvet is making purchases as well. So far she’s bought a large quill made out of a black and gold griffon’s feather, two ornate scroll protectors—one made of white wood, the other of black—a golden band that went around her foreleg, and several hair ties. She stores her purchases in a pair of saddlebags nestled around her waist.
She eyes a pair of ruby and sapphire earrings, only to shake her head and move on. As she walks, she glances at you as you trot along beside her. “See anything that interests you, dear?”
“Oh, um, I’m fine,” you tell her. “I’m saving my bits.”
“Oh, nonsense,” she snorts. “Here, let me get you something nice.”
“Oh no, that’s okay,” you say quickly. “Mom gave me some spending money. You don’t have to.”
“Come on,” Velvet says, bumping you with her hip. “Let me get you something nice. My latest book sold better than I had thought it would, so I have some bits to spare. What do you want? You name it and I’ll buy it for you.”
You blink before giving her a confused look. “But… why?”
“I told you, I have some bits to burn,” Velvet says. “My books sell well enough that I don’t have to worry about bits, so sometimes I like to indulge myself. Otherwise, the bits just sit there, gathering dust.”
“I don’t know,” you say slowly, biting your lip.
This causes Velvet to smirk. “There is something, isn’t there.”
You say nothing, but your ears do splay off to the side.
“I thought so,” she hums. “Come on, tell me. What is it?”
Again, you remain quiet, but your eyes slowly begin to wander. Perking up, Velvet follows your gaze. Her smirk turns into a look of surprise before a warm smile spreads across her muzzle. “Interesting. Okay.”
A few minutes later, you are pronking happily along with a box containing the wrapped Luna-Nightmare Moon statue clutched safely under your wing. Velvet follows behind you, the amusement clear on her face.
“I didn’t know you liked Luna so much,” she says.
“Princess Luna is best princess,” you chirp.
“Hmmm, maybe,” Velvet hums. “Personally, I think Princess Sparkle is best princess, but then again, I might be slightly biased when it comes to that.”
You pause and glance back at her. “Twilight’s second best princess?”
“Nope,” she says. “That would be Cadance. Once again, a bit biased.”
“Luna, Celestia, Twilight, Cadance,” you say, eyes narrowing.
“Twilight, Cadance, Luna, Celestia,” Velvet counters with a grin.
You glare at her before turning and walking off with a snort, your nose in the air.
“Oh, don’t be that way,” Velvet laughs. “I’m sure Luna would find it endearing that you like her that much. Maybe I should talk your mom into taking you to Ponyville for Nightmare Night. Luna usually visits there to scare the foals. It’d be a good chance for you to meet her. What say you?”
Your ears perk up. A chance to meet best princess? Did she even need to ask?!
Already planning out your Nightmare Night costume, you almost miss it when Velvet suddenly pulls up short in front of one of the stores.
“Hold up a second, hun, I want to go in here,” she says.
Glancing up, you blink in surprise at what store it is. A clothing store? Why does she need to go in there?
As you stand there, staring up at the building, Velvet is already stepping inside. You hurry to follow after her, your interest piqued. Velvet didn’t strike you as the type of pony to buy a lot of clothing.
The inside of the boutique is a decent size; not the largest you’ve seen, but definitely not the smallest. Rows and racks of clothing and fabric fills the main room, the shelves containing everything from dresses to swimsuits (although why ponies need swimsuits you are still unsure of. You asked your mom once, but even she couldn’t give you a straight answer). Several mares are present, slowly pursuing the different selections of clothing. Some already wore clothing, a dress here, a suit there.
You stick close to Velvet as to not lose her in the maze of shelves.
“What… what are we doing here?” you ask curiously.
“Hmmm?” Velvet hums as she browses. “Oh, well, summer has just started, and most of my summer attire is… smaller than it used to be, so I need to update my wardrobe. I won’t be long.”
Ah, so she put on some weight. Not that you’d say that to her face. She shouldn’t really worry though; her plump plot has still got it.
As Velvet makes her way slowly through the aisles of clothing, she begins to picking out different outfits, levitating them onto her back before moving on. Soon enough, she has a decent sized pile across her withers.
“That should do for now,” she says after a few minutes. “Now, where’s the dressing rooms?” Glancing around, she lets out a soft ‘ah’ when she spies the dressing rooms at the opposite end of the boutique. You follow along as she makes a beeline for them.
All the booths are open when you arrive, the other mares still perusing or already paying for their outfits. Approaching an open room at the far end of the row, Velvet levitates her saddlebags into a corner. She pauses before slipping inside as well, glancing over her shoulder at you. “Wait out here, okay? I shouldn’t be too long”
You nod before sitting down and leaning against a pillar just across from the room she selected.
Velvet smiles at you before closing the door with a soft ‘click ’.
Getting comfortable, you pull your statue-in-a-box out from under your wing and place it in your lap. You half contemplate opening the box to look at your new statue, but decide against it, as you’d probably not be able to wrap it correctly again. For now, you just drum softly on the top of the box, making up a little tune as you did so. You can hear Velvet moving about behind the closed door, the rustling of clothing and the muffled sound of her mumbling to herself causing your ears to perk. She hems and haws, clearly not sure what to think of whatever she’s trying on.
After a few minutes of this, you hear her sigh loudly. “I don’t know about this… what do you think?”
Your mind barely has time to process the question before there’s a soft ‘click ’ and the dressing room door swings open. Velvet steps out, wearing a light purple sundress, the hem of which has several decorative white flowers embroidered in it. Your eyes are instantly drawn to her chest, where a small tuft of white fur is sticking out over the top.
“Well, what do you think?” Velvet asks, motion towards the sundress with a hoof. “It matches my mane, but is it a bit too much?”
You say nothing, staring at her with wide eyes.
Velvet gives you a look of concern. “Dear? Dear, are you okay?” She bends down slightly in order to look into your vacant eyes. “Hun?”
W-woof…
Straightening up, Velvet glances at herself in the mirror that is located on the inside of the dressing room’s door. “I don’t know… it’s kind of growing on me.” She hums softly. “Yes, I think I’ll take it.” Nodding to herself, she retreats back into the dressing room, closing the door behind her.
You stare unblinkingly at the closed door. That shouldn’t have been as shocking for you as it had been. It was just a sundress. She doesn’t usually wear clothes to begin with either. What the buck?
Giving your head a quick shake, you pull yourself back to reality just in time for the door to open again. This time Velvet is wearing a blue one-piece bathing suit. The snug material clings to her body, accenting each and every one of her glorious curves.
Nose… now is not the time to start bleeding.
“What do you think?” she asks, turning sideways and allowing you to get a better look at her side. “It feels a little too tight.” She slowly drags a hoof over her flank. “Maybe I should try a slightly bigger size.”
…
Okay, she has to be messing with you.
“Do you think I should go with another color?” Velvet asks, snapping you out of your daze. She stares at herself in the mirror. “I don’t think it complements my coat well. Maybe black instead.”
“Uh-huh,” you mumble, eyes glued to her flank.
She gives you a confused look, one of her ears skewing to the side. Slowly, her cheeks begin to turn a light pink. Without saying another word, she moves back into the dressing room and closes the door.
Your face feels like it’s on fire. You didn’t think Velvet would be showcasing her outfits, and as such, you aren’t prepared for this. Not that you’re complaining about the free show, because this is awesome. You have to be careful though, as to not get too excited. That would certainly be embarrassing.
The doors opens for a third and Velvet steps out. She has on another swimsuit, this one black. It’s a one-piece again, but unlike the last one, this one has holes cut into the sides, revealing her white furred stomach.
As you stare at her, a small part of your mind once again wonders why she would need a swimsuit. Another part, far larger than the first, tells you to shut up and enjoy the view.
And what a lovely view it is.
“Does this one look better?” Velvet asks. “It certainly feels better. Not as restrictive.” As she talks, she keeps her eyes on your face, almost as if she’s gauging your reaction. She fidgets slightly under your gaze, shifting back and forth on her hind legs. Tail tucked between her legs, she slips back into the dressing room.
Swallowing thickly, you stare nervously at the closed door. You’re flustered, and you’re pretty sure your face is glowing red at this point. You aren’t sure how much more of this you can take. What the hay is Velvet playing at? She says she didn’t want anything like this, but here she is, essentially teasing you.
Mares are so confusing.
You ears perk as the door begins to move, eagerness and trepidation both filling you as it slowly swings open. Velvet steps out and—
pomf
Your wings flare wide instantaneously at the sight of what she’s wearing.
A dark red sequin dress is draped over her shoulders, flowing down her body and across her flank where it cascades to the floor. There is a slit cut into the dress, revealing one of her hind legs all the way up to the cutie mark.
She says nothing as she exits the dressing room, choosing instead to just stare at you.
Your jaw hangs open, and your wings are spread wide. You can only gape at her, you mind blank. The dress, combined with her already smoking hot body, is causing a certain stirring within your body. And your loins.
Quickly reaching down, you cover your groin with your forelegs even as you feel yourself beginning to emerge from your sheath. Shoot, not now!
Velvet’s ears splay back as she stares at you. Her cheeks are red, although not as red as yours. She shifts back and forth on her hooves, her tail flicking about beneath the dress. Chewing on her bottom lip, she glances around almost nervously before growling, “Oh, to Tartarus with it. Come here!”
You yelp in surprise as her horn lights up and she grabs you with her magic. In a blink of an eye, she pulls you into the dressing room with her before closing and locking the door. A heavy, musky odor hits your nose as Velvet maneuvers you around the small room.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she grumbles under her breath, depositing you on the small bench within the room. You gawk at her, eyes wide, as she begins to shimmy her way out of the dress. Tossing it off to the side, she pushes you back against the wall with a hoof before crouching down between your hind legs.
“We are going to have a serious discussion about this later,” she says, glancing up into your shocked face, “but for now…” Leaning down, she engulfs your growing erection in her muzzle.
You let out a surprised grunt as your member is suddenly enveloped in a warm wetness. Instantly, you grow to full mast, filling her mouth, your head just barely reaching the back of her throat. Her tongue brushes against your flesh, causing you to twitch and jerk about. The sensation is just as amazing as you remember it.
Keeping her lips pressed firmly against your length, Velvet begins to bob her head. The soft sound of slurping and grunting fills the air as she works. You are worried about making too much noise, but the fear quickly leaves your head as Velvet pushes your entire length into her mouth again, her nose pressing up against your stomach.
About a minute of this and you are just starting to get into it when Velvet suddenly pulls off your erection. You whimper as your sensitive flesh is suddenly exposed to the cool air, her saliva making the feeling worse. Confused as to why she stopped, you glance down at her, only to yelp again as she pulls you off the bench. Maneuvering around, she slips around you. You get a noseful of potent musk as her tail brushes against your muzzle.
She climbs onto the bench before propping herself up against the wall, lying on her back. Keeping her eyes locked with yours, her horn lights up again. Slowly, she begins to remove a pair of light gray panties. You didn’t even notice them at first, as they blend in perfectly with her coat. As the material pulls away from her marehood, a string of her arousal clings to it.
Well, if you weren’t sufficiently hard before, you are now.
You can’t believe your eyes. Before you is Velvet’s marehood, her folds dripping with excitement. Every few seconds, something would flick into sight before disappearing back into her sex. A heated scent tickles your nose, causing your erection to twitch in anticipation.
You can feel yourself begin to drool. This is…
Blinking, you pause before giving your head a quick shake in order to clear it of the hazy fog of lust that is currently descending upon it. Reluctantly, you give Velvet a confused look, a frown crossing your muzzle.
“I-I… I thought you said you didn’t want to do this,” you say, ears splaying backwards.
“I said I didn’t want a relationship ,” she huffs, breathing heavily. “Now, get over here and buck me! ” As if trying to entice you further, she splays her hind legs wider, exposing herself more before you.
The sight of her lying on her back and begging for it is more than enough for you. Clambering up onto the bench with your forehooves, you position yourself over her. Breath coming in short gasps, you push your hips forward, only to groan in both frustration and pleasure as your member slides against her slick folds. You can feel her heat against your skin, the wet flesh inviting you in.
Pulling back slightly, you carefully place your head against her fold, but before you have a chance to slide in, her horn lights up. “Not there, dear.” Her magic grabs your member, shifting it down slightly. You blink in surprise as you find yourself pressed up against her pucker instead.
“Here ,” she breathes, releasing her hold on your member.
Needing to bury your erection in something warm, you don’t make a fuss about your new target. If she wants it there, you won’t complain. Shifting your hips for a better angle, you press forward. Your saliva-coated member pushes against her tight hole, earning you a groan from her. You don’t go in however, as you encounter some resistance.
Placing your hooves on either side of her body, you pull back on her hips while also pushing yourself forward. The resistance increased for a brief moment, but then it gives and you sink into her depths with an audible pop.
“Ahhh!” you groan, tongue lolling from your mouth.
The feeling is almost indescribable. Her tight walls clench around you as you sink steadily into her. The heated depths are like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You can feel your head scraping along her insides as you shift about. Panting, you push yourself deeper, the pleasure growing as more and more of your colthood disappears inside her tailhole.
You eventually hilt yourself completely, earning a low moan from both of you. Her muscles continue to grip you, squeezing and pulsing against your member. Your hips twitch at the sensation, causing Velvet to groan again.
You stay perfectly still as the new feelings bombard you, your mind trying to process it all. Velvet doesn’t appear to like your inactivity though, as she begins to squirm beneath you. Leaning up, she nibbles on your ear, causing you to twitch inside her again.
“Go,” she whispers.
You do as instructed.
Pulling yourself almost all the way out, you stop when you feel her anal ring begin to tug against the back of your flare. You pause just long enough to steel yourself, then take the plunge. Wet smacks echo around the room as your balls slap against her plot with each thrust. Your colthood slides in and out of her almost effortlessly, her inner walls tugging and pulling at your sensitive flesh. There is no technique to your movements, just you humping frantically as you try to build up as much pleasure as possible. It must be working for Velvet though, because each thrust causes her to ‘ah’ and ‘oh’. She reaches down and begins to rub at her slit with a hoof, causing her tailhole to squeeze you harder in the process.
“Oh buck,” she groans out as you grind against her plot. “By the gods , I’ve needed this. K-keep going.” Eyes closed, she leans forward and presses her forehead against yours. Your breaths mingle as you continue to slam your hips against hers. The smell of sweat and sex soon fills the small dressing room.
Far too soon, you can feel yourself beginning to near the edge of release. Gritting your teeth, you try and hold back the pressure steadily growing in your loins, all while your thrusts become more short and sporadic. As if sensing you nearing your limit, Velvet’s walls begin to clench and squeeze your member with renewed vigor, her tailhole milking you for all it was worth.
“That’s it,” she gasps, eyes slightly glazed. “That’s… ugh, that’s it! Just a little more.” You continue humping away, panting like an overworked steam engine. Sweat covers your body, and it trails down your chest to drip onto Velvet’s own sweaty coat.
Suddenly, her horn begins to glow. At first nothing happens, but then a warm, tingling sensation rockets through you as her magic envelopes your balls. She plays with them, squeezing and caressing the delicate orbs gently even as you pound her plot hard. As she works them, you feel a tendril of magic snake upwards and tentatively prod at your own tailhole. You grunt in surprise, eyes widening, as her magic slowly presses against your pucker, only to slip inside a moment later. Unbelievably, you feel yourself growing even harder as the tendril of magic works its way around your tailhole, stretching it and pressing against your inner walls. It feels weird, and at first you are unsure about whether you like it or not.
And then the magic hits something inside of you.
Stars explode before your eyes as a burst of pleasure tears through your core, causing you to gasp. Your thrusts falter as you try and make sense of this new sensation.
“Ah, there it is,” Velvet coos, her magic continuing to message the spot she found.
You have no idea what she hit, but it was like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Your tailhole clamps down on the intruder, squeezing it for all its worth. At the same time, your head flares deep within Velvet, scraping against her insides as you begin thrusting again. She gives the spot an extra hard tweak.
And with that, you tip over the edge into bliss.
Grabbing her flanks tightly, you thrust your throbbing cock as deep as it can go before releasing the first burst of your essence up her tailhole. Every time your cock throbs and twitches, Velvet’s plot would jerk as you fill her. Wave after wave of pleasure rushes through your body, making you light-headed and dizzy. You open your mouth to cry out, only to have Velvet press her lips forcibly against yours, muffling your scream. Her magic continues to rub the spot inside you, milking you as you climax.
After what feels like an eternity, you begin to come down from your high. Drained and completely out of breath, you collapse on top of Velvet, your sweaty coat pressing up against hers. Her magic continues to fondle your balls slowly as she tries to prolong the feeling of bliss for you. You both just lie there, breathing heavily as your hearts pound wildly in your chests. The smell of sex and sweat is so strong now that you’re sure if somepony walked by outside the dressing room they’d be able to smell it. You don’t really care at the moment though. Hay, you’re just surprised nopony heard you two going at it like rabbits.
Finally catching your breath, you groan softly as you pick yourself up off of Velvet. Your softening member slips out of her as you do so, leaving her gaping tailhole squeezing and gripping weakly at nothing. Some of your seed leaks out, falling down to splatter upon the dress that had been discarded on the floor.
Well, looks like that one is ruined.
“Not bad,” Velvet gasps. “Your technique could do with some improvement, but your stamina… ha, certainly makes up from it.” She shifts about, only to wince. “Oh, ow… that stings.”
“Are you okay?” you ask quickly, concerned. You weren’t too rough with her, were you?
“I’m fine, dear,” Velvet hums, only to wince again as she brings her hind legs together. “It’s just been a while since I last did something like this. I’ll probably just be walking funny for a bit. Really, I’m fine.”
You watch her nervously, but let it go.
Clambering down off the bench, Velvet stretches as best she can in the confined space. She runs a hoof through her disheveled mane, using the mirror to try and get herself looking respectable again. You would do the same, but your mane is always in a constant state of bed-head.
Once she’s finished with that, her horn begins to glow and she levitates her panties up off the floor. Stepping into them, she pulls them back up her plot, covering herself. They really are an almost perfect match to her coat color, although it's easier to see them now than it was before, seeing as her fur is now sweaty and matted. There’s also a damp spot on the panties, right where her marehood is.
“I think we should probably leave,” Velvet says softly as she begins to gather up the scattered clothing. She pauses, before deciding against it and just placing them all underneath the bench.
“One of the employees will take care of them,” she says, levitating her saddlebags back over her waist. You pick up your discard box as well, storing it under your wing.
Placing her hoof on the door handle, Velvet looks at you. “Alright, let’s go get something to eat, shall we?”
You nod your head, even as your stomach growls loudly.
“Alright,” she says before pushing the door open. “Food it is. We’ll talk there.” Stepping out, the two of you make a beeline for the front entrance, trying to be fast while also not drawing attention to yourself.
You’re both out of the store and off down the street before anypony notices.
Author's Note
I swear, if this story reaches 1000 likes before the week is out, I don't know what I'll do with you guys...
“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.
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.
Closing the door behind her, Velvet sighs as she lets her saddlebags slip off her waist and onto the floor. “Thank Celestia that’s over with. No more editing, no more rewriting, no more meetings. I just have to sit back, relax, and wait for the book to start selling.”
“You aren’t going to be working with Ledger anymore?” you ask, giving her a confused look. “Isn’t he your publisher?”
“For this book, yes,” Velvet explains as she moves into the living room, “but I’m an independent author, and as such I don’t have a set publisher. It just so happens that Ledger is my current publisher, but who knows. Maybe I’ll go to a different one for my next book.”
“You get to choose your publisher?” you ask curiously.
“Yes,” Velvet hums, “which means I can choose one that will give me the best deal possible. And I can also make two rival companies get into a price war if my manuscript is good enough.” She smirks. “While not something I do often, that can be fun if done properly. Can’t abuse the power though.” Pulling the socks off her forehooves, she tosses them onto the scroll-covered coffee table before collapsing onto the couch with a soft moan.
“Although, I don’t think I’ll be starting another book any time soon,” she mumbles. “That last one left me drained. I spent nearly an entire year on it. Had to rewrite the last ten chapters because they got destroyed when Tirek came through.” Sighing weakly, she sinks further into the couch. “But that’s all over with now. I’m free!” She lets out a faux cackle. “Free!”
You move to join her on the couch, but are stopped by a rose-colored barrier of magic that appears in front of you.
“Oh no,” Velvet says, cracking open an eye and smirking at you. “Nuh-uh. I don’t think so. You have stuff you need to do before tonight, hun. Up the stairs and into the shower with you.”
Your ears splay back against your head. “W-what? Why?”
“Because we’re going out to eat tonight,” she says, “and it’s going to be a fancy restaurant, so you need to get cleaned up a little.”
You scrunch up your face. “A fancy restaurant? Why are we going there?”
Velvet chuckles. “To celebrate, of course. It’s not every day that you finish a book and get it published.”
“I thought you told Ledger you had plans,” you say, confused. When she gives you a pointed look, you blink before a blush slowly spreads across your face. “Oh… you backed out of a dinner date with him…”
“To go on a dinner date with you, yes,” Velvet says with a smirk. “Now, up the stairs and into the shower!”
You feel your face heat up further, and your wings flutter weakly by your sides. Giving her a small nod, you turn and head for the stairs.
“Oh, and don’t be all day about it,” Velvet calls out as you climb the stairs. “I’d like to get cleaned up as well. Didn’t get a chance too before we left for the meeting.” You give her a grunt of affirmation before making your way down the hall. Pushing open the bathroom door, you slip inside before closing it behind you.
Not wanting to get hit by the cold water again, you turn the water on before you step into the shower. You wait a few seconds before testing the temperature with a hoof. Once it reaches a comfortable warmth, you nose the curtain aside and step into the tub.
Warm water cascades over your body and you can feel yourself beginning to relax. Spreading your wings, you allow the water to get in between your feathers. The feeling sends shivers down your spine, and you sigh softly.
You just stand there for a few minutes, alone with your thoughts as you enjoy the feeling of water falling down upon you. It’s almost hypnotic at times. You’re pretty sure that you can just stay in the shower for hours on end, contemplating the meaning of life and the universe endlessly, but you don’t have time for that right now.
Grabbing your shampoo bottle, you give the cap a quick flick of your hoof to open it. The scent of the body wash fills the air as you begin to apply it to your mane tail, careful not to get any in your eyes.
You don’t want to go blind.
Working the suds out of your mane, you turn and begin to do the same to your tail. Carefully holding the tip of it in your teeth, you allow the water from the shower head to wash all the shampoo from the hairs before letting go. You give your tail one last flick in order to clear it of any lingering suds before moving on.
You turn your focus to washing your coat, but pause when a breath of cool air brushes over you. The sudden cold causes you to shiver. Why was it cold? There was steam coming from the shower. The only reason that you’d be feeling a cold draft was if somepony had opened the doo—
A sudden weight settles over your back as a pair of light gray legs gently drape themselves around your neck. The feeling of soft fur presses up against your wet back, your coats brushing together softly.
“Mmm, not as warm as I like it, but this will do nicely,” Velvet purrs, her voice coming from right next to your ear, which twitches as her breath washes over it.
You stiffen in surprise, your eyes widening. “V-Velvet?!”
“Mmm-hmm,” she hums, slowly nuzzling the top of your wet head.
“W-what are you doing here?”
“I decided to join you in the shower,” she says. “It saves on water, and also time. Besides,” she murmurs seductively as she begins to nibble on your ear, “showering together can be fun~~~!”
She continues to nip at your ear, causing it to flick and twitch as it tries to escape her attention. Licking the tip of it, she begins to work her way down, leaving a trail of love bites along the edge of your ear. Once she reaches the base, she slowly drags her tongue back up towards the tip again.
You squirm beneath her as she plays with your ear. Unable to escape, you are forced to endure the strange feeling. Velvet continues to nibble playfully on one ear for a few minutes before moving to the other.
You’re so caught up in the feeling of her teeth on your ear that you don’t notice what Velvet is doing with her magic until a sudden cool sensation washes across your chest. Looking down as best you can with her still nibbling on your ear, you see a glob of shampoo captured in a cloud of her magic. Protected from the water, she’s using her magic to spread the soap out across your entire body all at once. The magic pulses and shifts, working the suds into your coat in an even lather of foam.
“Isn’t magic useful?” Velvet breathes, finally releasing your ear. She lifts herself up off of you long enough to cover your back in shampoo, but instead of using magic, she pushes her chest back into your withers and uses her body to spread the soap about.
“Uh-huh,” you grunt. You could get used to this in a hurry.
She uses her magic to clean the rest of your body as well, running up and down your legs, behind your ears, and even around your dock. You twitch a little when she begins to gently wash your sheath, but unlike previous encounters, her magic feels different. There’s no real pleasure to the sensation, just a necessity. Before your member even has a chance to start growing, she moves on.
Her magic continues upwards towards your mane, where it begins to comb through your tangled mess of hair, working the knots out and the shampoo into your scalp.
“I already did my mane,” you mutter softly.
“I know,” Velvet hums, “but it helps to be thorough.”
You fall silent and allow her to work, all while enjoying the attention and massage. The feeling is indescribable, and you briefly feel yourself becoming envious of not being born with a horn. This feeling disappears when Velvet turns her attention to your wings. Her magic begins to work its way gently through your feathers, adjusting and correcting them into perfect alignment.
Small waves of pleasure sweep through your body at her ministrations, and you moan softly. Slowly, your eyes glaze over and your body goes limp. The only thing that stops you from collapsing to the floor of the tub in a heap is the light gray foreleg that wraps around your chest. Velvet hold you up gently as she attends to your wings. A few loose feathers are plucked, relieve itches you didn’t even know you had.
“How are you so good at this?” you mumble. “You don’t have wings.” You slowly slide into a seated position, Velvet following suit soon afterwards, keeping you tucked firmly in her forelegs.
“Mmm, I learned to do it when I was helping Cadance get ready for prom,” she hums. “I was a bit rusty for a while though, but when Twilight became an alicorn, I relearned it again. Why? Are you enjoying it?”
You can only groan in contentment as another broken feather is pulled carefully from your wing. Velvet giggles before reaching out and gently running a hoof over your spread wings. It soon turns into a massage as she begins to work her hoof against your muscles and pressure points. Surprisingly enough, you aren’t becoming aroused by this. In fact, it’s quite relaxing.
Soon—too soon, in your opinion—Velvet finishes preening your wings. She doesn’t move to stand up though, and both of you just sit there, allowing the water to stream down upon you. Nestled up against Velvet’s barrel, you let out a happy sigh. She pulls you a little further into her lap and rests her head on top of yours.
The minutes pass by as both of you remain as you are, enjoying the warmth of the shower as well as each other's presence. Velvet slowly rocks you back and forth, humming a quiet tune into your mane.
Eventually, you speak up, you words slurring together slightly. “Not that this isn’t nice… but what brought this on?”
“Because I wanted to,” Velvet says. There’s a brief pause before she adds, “and to show you that there’s more than one way to show affection. Despite everything that’s happened so far between us, you need to understand that sex isn’t everything.” Slowly, she begins to stroke a hoof against your chest in small, circular motions.
“I know that,” you mumble.
She laughs softly. “Maybe, but it always helps to reinforce it. We’ll make you a proper stallion before the month is over.”
You say nothing, allowing her hoof to continue to work its magic. At this rate, you are going to fall asleep like this, and you won’t even care. This is so relaxing. With her chest pressed up against your back, you can feel her heart beating steadily in soft, even ‘thump ’s. You get a strange feeling as she holds you in her legs, almost as if the world didn't matter at the moment. Tirek could come raging through again, and you wouldn’t even care as long as you could stay like this.
All good things must come to an end though, and you groan in annoyance as Velvet slowly pulls away.
“Come on,” she coos as she turns off the water.
You groan again and refuse to move, even as the water on your coat begins to cool.
“Come on, hun,” Velvet says again, giving you a gentle nudge. “I know this was nice, but we have to get ready for dinner.”
You groan a third time, but slowly get to your hooves. “Don’t have anything to wear.”
Velvet levitates over a towel and begins to first dry you off, then herself.
“That’s alright,” she says as she works. “I’m certain that I still have something of Shining’s that will fit you.”
“Where are we going?” you ask.
She giggles softly. “That’s a surprise, hun, but I promise. This will be a night to remember.”
Author's Note
There probably won't be a chapter tomorrow, but we'll just have to see what happens.
The sun is beginning to set as you and Velvet make your way across town. The city is cast in an orange glow, the shadows elongated—stretched thin. Streetlights are slowly being lit one by one, ponies bearing long poles making their way down the streets. The old clock tower in the center of the marketplace begins to toll out, informing the world of the hour. Most of the residents of the city are home, relaxing after the workday and spending time with their families.
You trot along beside Velvet, glancing around curiously as you walk. This was a part of the city you’ve never been in before, due to it being more upper class. While not exactly poor, your mom doesn’t have the bits to take you out to eat in this part of town. Not that you really cared. A greasy, cheesy pizza with mom after work was better than any fancy restaurant in your opinion. However, that didn’t mean that you aren’t curious as to where Velvet is taking you.
You stumble suddenly, accidently stepping on the hem of your sleeve. The suit jacket is a little big for you, but it was the only clothing Velvet had that matched your size. Apparently the suit had been Shining’s during his prom. Of course, with him being a unicorn and you a pegasus, the suit wasn’t really designed with wings in mind. That is, until Velvet took a pair of scissors and cut two slits into the back of it.
“Shining won’t mind. He’s outgrown it anyways,” she tells you. “Besides, I’ll patch it up later. No problem. He’ll never know.”
You were hesitant at first, but the suit is slowly growing on you. The color goes with your coat well enough, and despite being on the big side, it is surprisingly comfortable. The only issue you had with it was the stupid bowtie that came with it. Luckily, Velvet allowed you to discard it before you left the house.
And speaking of Velvet…
Walking confidently down the street, her hips sway side to side as she walks. She has on an elegant yet simple dress, the material a slightly darker shade of violet than her mane. The skirt of the dress has a mixture of violet and black cloth. A black sash wraps around her waist, accenting her plot and hips. The golden band she bought in the marketplace the other day is positioned about her right foreleg and glints in the light of the setting sun. Her mane is in its usual style albeit with a bit more fluff to it. She’s wearing no make-up this time, save for some mascara to accent her eyelashes. Even so, she’s still stunning to look at, and many heads turn as she walks past. She ignores the stares though, and continues on her way.
After a few more minutes of walking, Velvet comes to a stop in front of a medium-sized restaurant. Surprisingly, considering the part of town it is located in, it’s made out of bricks, not marble. A large fluorescent sign over the front door reads ‘The Boiling Cauldron ’, with a large, black cauldron behind it.
“Here we are,” she says. Glancing down, she give you a warm smile. “Ready for a fun experience? I think you’ll enjoy this.”
“The Boiling Cauldron?” you ask, cocking your head to the side. “I’ve never heard of it.”
Velvet’s smile grows. “Then you are in for a treat!” Pushing open the door, she motions for you to enter.
The inside of the restaurant is dimly lit, low-hanging lights hidden within frosted glass orbs. High wooden barriers are positioned around each table and booth, giving the inhabitants increased privacy. The place isn’t packed, but there are enough ponies present that a low murmur fills the air. A mixture of pleasant smells hits your nose, and you can already feel yourself beginning to salivate. Your stomach growls hungrily.
The maitre d’ glances up as you enter, a bored look on his face. He eyes you coolly before glancing over at Velvet.
“Can I help you?” he asks.
“We’d like a table for two, please,” Velvet says, giving him a smile. The stallion doesn’t return it.
“Do you have a reservation?” he asks as he begins to flip through the open ledger on the stand beside him.
Velvet’s warm expression doesn’t change as she shakes her head. “I’m afraid not. This is kind of a spur of the moment thing.”
“I see. Name?”
“Twilight Velvet.”
The maitre d’ jumps slightly before giving Velvet a wide-eyed look. Hastily, he straightens up, a wide, fake smile spreading across his muzzle. “My apologies, Lady Velvet, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting! Please, if you’d follow me, I’ll show you both to your table.” Grabbing some menus in his magic, he turns and hurries off.
Velvet gives you a playful wink before following after him.
They put you at a table in the far corner of the room. As you slide into one of the booths, Velvet thanks the maitre d’ before sliding in across from you. There’s a weird rectangular black plate in the center of the table, protruding from it about an inch. You eye it curiously, but some sixth sense tells you not to touch.
“Your server will be with you momentarily,” the maitre d’ says, placing the menus down in front of you. “We hope you enjoy your stay!” Giving one last bow, he quickly retreats, leaving you and Velvet alone.
You reach for one of the menus, but are stopped by Velvet, who puts a hoof on it. She shakes her head. “No need for that.”
You give her a curious look before nodding and lowering your hoof. Silence falls over the table as you both wait. A minute goes by before a pony approaches.
“Good evening and welcome to the Boiling Cauldron,” she chirps. “Have you been here before, or is this your first time eating with us?”
“We’ve been here before,” Velvet answers.
“Oh, wonderful!” the mare says with a smile. “Then do you know what you want, or do you need time to look over the menu?”
“We know what we want,” Velvet says. “We’ll have the four-course experience, please. The Classic.”
“Excellent choice,” the mare nods, “and to drink?”
“Water, please,” you tell her.
“Water as well,” Velvet says.
“Alright,” the mare hums. “We’ll have that right out for you.” Reaching out, she pushes a little button on the side of the black plate. A few seconds later a small orange circle begins to glow in the center of the plate. The waitress then grabs the menus before turning and walking off.
As she leaves, you give Velvet a confused look. “What’s the four-course experience?”
“You’ll see,” she giggles. “Trust me, I think you’ll like it.”
You open your mouth to reply, only to blink in surprise as the waitress suddenly appears again, pushing along a little trolley.
“First course!” she chirps, levitating a small, black pot over onto the black plate. It has a lid on, so you can’t see what’s inside. She begins to levitate other things onto the table as well, plates of cubed bread of various kinds, apple slices, pear slices, carrots, and celery. Each plate is placed around the pot, well within reaching distance of both you and Velvet.
As the last of the food is placed on the table, the waitress then levitates eight small metal sticks over: four for you, and four for Velvet. They have colored handles, red and blue respectively.
You stare at the spread out food in confusion, unsure of what’s going on. Velvet’s watching you closely, and appears to find your befuddlement amusing, if her silently laughter is any indication.
The waitress finishes preparing the table before giving both of you a large smile. “Alright, enjoy!” Her horn lights up, and she lifts the lid off of the pot before trotting away with the now-empty trolley in tow.
You peer curiously inside the pot, only to find it’s filled with melted cheese. “What…?”
“Ever heard of fondue?” Velvet asks, picking up one of her metal sticks in her hoof. She spears a piece of bread on it before dipping it into the melted cheese. A few seconds later, she removes the cheese-soaked bread and places it daintily in her mouth.
“What?” you say again, your eyes widening. Eagerly, you pick up your own stick and stab into an apple slice. You dip it into the cheese, leaving it there for a few seconds before lifting the treat to your mouth. Flavor explodes across your tongue, the warm cheese oozing about and mixing with the juice from the apple. You can’t help but moan happily as you chew.
“Told you you’d like it,” Velvet hums, selecting her next treat: a piece of pear.
The both of you spend the next few minutes enjoying the food. This whole experience is new to you, and as such, you approach it with childish glee. You try out several different combinations of stuff, such as sticking pears and carrots together, or making a sandwich out of bread pieces and celery. Velvet joins in as well, going as far as to have three of her sticks going at once. Between the two of you, you finish off the food in short order.
“That was fun,” you say as you sit back in the booth. It was true; you are having a great time. The only thing is, you’re still hungry. This wasn’t much of a dinner.
As if sensing your inner thoughts, Velvet smiles and shakes her head. “We’re not done yet, hun. We still have three more courses to go.” Reaching down, she presses a red button on the edge of the plate, which lets out a small buzzing noise. The waitress reappears seconds later with the trolley to whisks the empty pot and plates away. She returns shortly after carrying two salads in her magic.
You have to admit, as you stare down at the salad, that it is one of the most delicious looking salads you’ve ever seen. Crisp romaine mixed with iceberg lettuce, cheddar cheese, fresh tomatoes and onions, crispy bits of croutons, and slices of eggs; the salad was more a work of art than a meal. It is almost a shame that you are going to eat it.
But eat it you do.
It goes quickly, and before you know it, the masterpiece is gone. The waitress must have been expecting it though, for no sooner had you placed your fork on the empty plate then she was back. She has the trolley with her, loaded up with some more food. Clearing the table and placing the dirty dishes underneath the cart, she begins to lay out the third course.
Another pot, this one larger than the first one, is placed on the heated plate this time. When the lid is removed, simmering oil is revealed. You eye it curiously even as the waitress begins to lay out the food: onion rings, artichoke hearts, baby portobello mushrooms, asparagus, spinach, artichoke ravioli, and wild mushroom sacchetti.
Once all the food has been placed on the table, the waitress chirps happily before walking away with the trolley. “Enjoy your third course!”
“All this food,” you breathe, glancing around the table.
“It certainly is a lot, isn’t it,” Velvet hums as she sticks one of the portobello mushroom and submerges it into the oil. You do the same with some artichoke ravioli, but when you go to remove it, Velvet stops you. “Hold on, hun. You have to let it sit a bit longer in order to cook properly.”
“So, what?” you ask. “I just… leave it in there?”
“Yes, that’s why the sticks are color coded. So we don’t get them mixed up,” Velvet explains.
“Oh.” You release your stick, letting it settle back into the pot. “That makes sense.”
Velvet giggles before placing another one of her pokers in the pot, this one with some wild mushroom sacchetti on it.
“So, what do you think?” she asks as she lets her food cook.
“This place is weird,” you say. “Fun,” you add quickly, “but weird.”
“It can be a strange experience the first time you come here, yes,” Velvet agreed with a nod. “I remember the first time I brought Twilight here. It was just shortly after Celestia accepted her as her student. She was so flustered at trying to figure out what to do.” She smirks as she removes one of her pokers. Studying the food on it, she deems it done and takes a bite.
You do the same, checking on your food before eating it. The oil is seasoned with something that you can’t place, but it certainly helps enhance the flavor of the food. You’ve had artichoke ravioli before, but it has never tasted this good.
As you chew, you glance around at the fancy decorations that cover the walls. A sudden thought comes to you, making you pause mid-chew.
“Is this place expensive?” you ask.
Velvet eyes you for a few seconds before answer. “Yes.” She pauses. “But that’s not something you need to worry about, hun. I can cover the cost, no problem. Besides, we’re supposed to be celebrating, no?” she asks, smiling as she cocks an eyebrow. “Just sit back and enjoy the food. After all, the night’s still young.”
A blush slowly spreads across your face as she gives you a sultry wink. It doesn’t help that those last words were exactly the same as when she snuck into your bed that one night. ‘The night’s still young’. Well, she wasn’t wrong…
Dinner goes by slowly, but the company is good, as is the food. You and Velvet chat softly with each other about little things as you gradually make your way through all the different entrées. You try and get some details out of Velvet about her new book, but she remains tight-lipped. “Sorry, hun, but it’s in my contract. No spoilers.” You try giving her the look that always causes your mom to give in, but it proves ineffective: all Velvet does is giggle before popping a mushroom into her mouth.
You aren’t sure how long you and Velvet spend talking with one another, but you eventually finish the last of the food. The waitress returns once again to clear the empty dishes, and you lean back against the wall with a low groan, holding your slightly-distended stomach. You don’t think you can eat another bite…
...that is, until the waitress suddenly pulls out another pot and places it upon the heating plate. She lifts the lid, revealing melted, chocolaty goodness within!
You think room might have just opened up within maison de l'estomac!
As she begins to bring out the treats to go with said melted chocolate, you feel yourself beginning to salivate. Eyes sparkling, you watch as she places down fresh strawberries, blondies, banana slices, pineapple slices, marshmallow, pound cake, brownies, and cheesecake.
Sweet Luna in a snowstorm, this looks like heaven.
The minute the waitress leaves, you quickly stab two marshmallows and a banana slice before dipping them into the chocolate. Velvet follows suit with a piece of cheesecake. As you two enjoy your treats, you feel her tail flick out and drag across your leg, but other than that, nothing else happens. Feeling a bit emboldened, you give your own tail a quick swish, entwining it with hers. This causes her to pause mid-bite and give you a blank look. Slowly, a smile works its way across her muzzle, and she resumes eating.
Turning your gaze to the plate of strawberries, you pick through them until you find one that looks especially tasty. It’s big, red, and promises to be juicy. Sticking it on the end of your poker, you go to dip it in the chocolate, only for it to slide off the poker and into the pot with a soft ‘splut ’.
You deadpan as you watch the strawberry disappear into the folds of melted chocolate.
Velvet giggles before her horn begins to glow softly. Your ears perk as the strawberry, now completely coated in chocolate, levitates out of the pot. Keeping her gaze locked with yours, she levitates the strawberry to her lips. Slowly, she places it on her tongue, the chocolate smearing across her lips in the process. Chewing softly, she savors the treat before sensually licking her lips clean.
Thank Luna for the privacy of the booths, because you have the biggest wingboner right now.
Velvet’s horn continues to glow as she levitates another strawberry into the air. This one is only partly covered in chocolate, but looks just as tasty as the first. The playful look still present on her face, she floats the strawberry over to you.
You stare at the proffered treat for a few seconds before it dawns on you what she’s doing. Opening your mouth, you watch her expectantly. You blink as her smile becomes a smirk. The strawberry darts forward suddenly, booping you on the nose and leaving behind a dollop of chocolate. You jerk your head back, only to have the strawberry placed on your tongue before Velvet uses her magic to gently close your jaw. The taste of chocolate and strawberry fills your mouth.
You stare at the dot of chocolate on your nose, going cross-eyed in the process. This causes Velvet to giggle, even as she dips a few pineapple slices into the pot. Still staring at the blemish on your nose, you go to lift a hoof to wipe it off, but get a better idea.
Lifting one of your wings, you drag the tip of a feather across your nose, wiping it clean. Well aware that Velvet is watching you curiously, you bring the chocolate-coated feather tip to your lips, dragging your tongue across it.
…
Note to self: chocolate tastes good; feathers do not. The barbs of the vane feel strange against your tongue, the bristles leaving a weird taste in your mouth. You now see why mom didn’t like using her mouth to preen your wings when you were younger. The special brush she had felt weird on your wings, but the taste was weirder. Probably an acquired one.
Velvet laughs softly at your grimace. “Never licked your own feathers before, have you?”
Smacking your tongue to get the taste off of it, you shake your head. “Mom told me not to. The oil tastes funny.”
“I bet it does,” Velvet says. “I still remember the taste of Cadance’s. Growing up as a unicorn, I didn’t know that pegasi don’t use their mouths often when preening. Unfortunately, this lead to a… faux pas when I was helping Cadance get ready for prom. Needless to say, I learned my lesson, although Cadance couldn’t look me in the eye for the next few weeks without bursting into giggles.” She sighs dramatically. “She still teases me about it to this day.”
You hum thoughtfully before holding out your wing across the table. “Want to try mine?”
Velvet gives you what can only be described as a seductive look.
“Later,” she purrs. “I’ll try it later. That, and more~~~ .”
A shiver runs down your spine at her words, and as you sink into the booth as a deep blush spreads across your face.
You had a feeling this was going to be a long, glorious night.
Author's Note
So, did I make you guys hungry?
Everyone go bug Pusspuss. Maybe we can get a drawing of Velvet out of this!
Don't really bug him. I was kidding. He's very busy.
He needs to work on his own stories as well.
The front door to Velvet’s house swings open, allowing moonlight to stream into the darkened entryway. A few seconds later you and Velvet slip inside. You are pressed up against one another, the exposed parts of your coats brushing together as you walk. It’s been like this since you left the Boiling Cauldron, Velvet leaning down and nuzzling your neck on occasion.
As soon as you’re inside, Velvet’s horn lights up and the front door closes sharply behind you and the lock clicks into place. Like before, you leave the lights off, using the glow from Velvet’s horn to illuminate your way.
Up the stairs the both of you go, still pressed against each other as you climb the steps. Velvet’s tail swishes back and forth, swatting your flank gently. As you ascended the staircase though, the brushes become more and more frequently and with growing intensity. For some reason, this causes you to slowly become excited too, and you can feel little butterflies fluttering about your chest. A certain, spicy scent begins to fill the air.
Moving down the hall, you come to a halt in front of your door, but upon moving to open it, you are stopped by Velvet.
“Not tonight, hun,” she breathes, causing your ear to twitch. Slowly, she licks the edge of it, her tongue flicking teasingly against the tip. “We’re going to my room this time.” Bumping her flank against yours, she nudges you down the hallway towards her door. There’s a certain urgency to her movement that is causing your heart to quicken.
You know what’s about to happen… and you can hardly wait.
Velvet pushes her door open, practically dragging you inside behind her. The room is dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the thick drapes. The curtains around the bed are pulled back, revealing their interior. The bed is neat and tidy, the sea of pillows resting against the headboard exactly as you remember them.
You barely have time to look around before Velvet suddenly assaults your neck with nips and nibbles. The feeling of her lips and tongue against your coat is enough to send shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself beginning to peek from your sheath.
She gives your neck a few more forceful bites before whispering in your ear. “Get out of the suit and hop up on the bed. I’ll be right back.” With a sway of her hips, she saunters away. As she goes, her tail flicks out and drags across your nose. Instantly your senses are overwhelmed by a burst of pheromones, the smell making you lightheaded.
Practically in a daze, you do as you are told.
As Velvet disappears into her walk-in closet, you begin to strip out of the borrowed suit. It’s made slightly difficult by the fact your wings have stiffened due to Velvet’s ministrations. You eventually manage to extract yourself from the suit and, after glancing around, deposit it on the hamper. With that, you climb into the bed.
You have some trouble at first, Velvet’s bed being slightly higher than yours, and your stiff wings flap a few times as you try to hoist yourself up. Your length, now partly emerged from your sheath, rubs against the soft material of the comforter, causing you to groan at the feeling. Unintentionally, you dry hump the mattress a few times before eventually managing to pull yourself onto the bed.
As you settle down upon the plush comforter, you can’t help but glance around the bed. Most of the pillows are decorative in nature, but a few of them appear to be hoofmade, with names and pictures embroidered on them. One that stands out to you is a smallish pillow with the letters ‘T.V & N.L’ stitched into the white material in front of a pink heart. The pillow is worn, but appears to have been lovingly fixed and mended.
Before you have a chance to dig about more in the pillows, a sudden weight causes the mattress to sink down behind you. You glance over your shoulders, only for your eyes to widen and your wings, already beginning to soften, to flare wide open.
pomf
Velvet crawls onto the bed behind you, giving you a sultry look that was enough to set your face afire. She has on a black see-through nightie, the neck of which is cut low enough that part of her chest fluff is poking through. Black stockings cover all her legs, the material accented by pink trim. A garter belt sits about her waist, attached to the stockings on her hind legs by a pair of pink ribbons. As she creeps around you, you see that a pair of black and pink panties cover her marehood, the silken underwear clinging to her form. A black ribbon is wrapped around the base of her tail in a small bow, completing the outfit.
You can only stare as she crawls over to you, your mouth agape.
“So, what do you think?” she asks softly as she settles down beside you, her chest pressed up against your flank. Her horn begins to glow and the semi-transparent violet curtains about the bed fall into place, hiding you and Velvet from the world.
“W-why do you even have something like this?” you ask.
“Just because I’m not on the market doesn’t mean I don’t like to feel sexy every now and then,” she murmurs, nuzzling your cheek.
“Well, you certainly look it,” you mumble.
Velvet hums. “Flattery will get you everywhere .” Her horn lights up again and you feel her gently take hold of your wing, stretching it out gingerly in front of her. Leaning down, she noses through your feathers, causing you to gasp in surprise at the sensation. You can feel her nose sliding over the limb, feel her breath as she exhales. The nerves in the wing—used for detecting minute changes in atmospheric pressure—can now feel each twitch and breath as Velvet drags her nose slowly over your feathers. The fact that only one wing is feeling the sensation throws you off balance. The weird mix of signals you are receive is enough to cause you to groan, and you have to lay your head down on the comforter.
Velvet suddenly drags a tongue over your wingspan, causing you to gasp. Your wing tries to retract, but Velvet’s magic prevents it. Her tongue slowly works its way along your wing, brushing through the feathers and reaching the skin beneath.
“I don’t know,” she says as she pulls back. “The taste isn’t that bad. I’ve had worse.” Licking her lips, she goes back in for another swipe before slowly working her way to the base of your wing.
You writhe about beneath her as she assaults your wings. She moves slowly from your wing up your back; nibbling, kissing, and licking all the way. Reaching your neck, she gives your cheek a long, slow lick before suddenly pulling back. Her horn lights up and you yelp in surprise as you’re suddenly flipped over onto your back, your stiff wings stopping you from rolling onto your sides. Your member, fully descended from your sheath, twitches against your chest. You give Velvet a curious look as she stares down at you, a small smirk on her face. The smirk fades slightly to a warm smile.
“If at any time you become uncomfortable, let me know,” she says. You nod and her smile grows before she leans down quickly and pushes her lips against yours. Startled, you have no choice but to follow her to lead. You aren’t the best kisser, but you try to make up from your inexperience with determination.
The kiss continues for a few more seconds before Velvet cocks her head to the side, her lips still locked with yours. Her tongue prods against your mouth, asking permission to enter. You comply, only to moan as your tongues entwine together. Velvet runs her tongue along your teeth, and you attempt to do the same. You must be doing something right, because she sighs softly into your mouth.
Slowly, Velvet pulls away and begins to trail small kisses along your chin. You push your muzzle against her, taking in her scent. The faint smell of cinnamon fills your nose, along with a certain musky aroma that is becoming all too familiar.
“Velvet,” you murmur dazedly.
She pauses by your ear. “Yes?”
You groan at the sudden lack of attention, causing her to laugh softly. She continues her ministrations, slowly working her way across your cheek, down your neck, and towards your chest. Her kisses turn into licks and nibbles, her tongue swirling sensual about your coat as she works her way downward.
Hot air washes over your length as Velvet lowers her head into your lap, her muzzle brushing against the underside of your shaft. Closing her eyes, she buries her nose into your balls and inhales deeply. A shiver runs down her spine, and she moans.
“I love that smell,” she breathes, nose still pressed against the base of your member. She inhales again before slowly licking first one orb, then the other. Her tongue caresses the sensitive organs carefully, earning her another groan from you. Your leg twitches as she suddenly takes one into her mouth, sucking on it tenderly. After a few seconds, she releases it with a small ‘pop ’. Giving your balls one last lick, she then drags her tongue up your entire length to the tip.
You gasp softly as she kisses the sensitive head of your member. Glancing down, you feel yourself harden even more when you see that she’s staring up at you, her blue eyes glimmering in the darkness. She bathes your flare with licks and kisses, each one causing your hips to twitch and jerk. “Ahh! I… I… uh…”
Your inability to form words causes her to giggle. Suckling your flaring tip, she allows your member to sink into the confines of her maw. Her tongue brushes the underside of your member as more of your length slowly—tantalizing—slips into her mouth. When her muzzle bumps up against your hips, she pauses, your member fully engulfed. She swallows, the muscles of her throat tugging softly on your tip.
You moan from the sensation, and she giggles again, which in turn causes soft vibrations to run along your cock. Eyes still locked with yours, she begins to bob her head up and down your length, slowly at first but steadily picking up speed. Her tongue flicks against your flare each time she pulls away, and flicks against your balls when she sinks back down.
Oh, Luna, it was too soon for you to be nearing the end. At the rate she was going, you won’t last long. You try to tell her, but all that comes out is, “V-Velvet… I’m… I’m gonna… Aaah!” Gasping, you feel yourself beginning to flare as you pass the point of no return.
Velvet’s eyes widen and she quickly pulls off your member, much to your discomfort. That doesn’t stop your balls from constricting as your end approaches. Your annoyance swiftly turns to surprise when her magic suddenly grabs your flank and pushes your rump into the air. Finding yourself face to face with your own pulsing member, you can only blink in surprise before receiving a faceful of your own essence.
The first throb sends your seed shooting into your open mouth, startling you. The second and third strands paint your face as they drape across your muzzle. A fourth burst splashes across your left eye, which you barely close in time. Your hind legs twitch in time with your spasming member.
As you are finishing on your face, Velvet continues to hold your rump in the air, your back pressed against her stomach. Her magic slowly milks your length, coaxing a few more smaller bursts of semen from your tip. A thin strand now connects your flare to your face.
Breathing heavily as you come down from your high, you stare dazedly up at your softening member. You can feel the warm substance slowly settling about your face, the smell of your own essence filling your nostrils. Velvet peers down at you from above your rump, a large smirk on her muzzle. She’s watching you closely, waiting to see what your reaction will be.
If she’s expecting you to be grossed out by this, then she is sorely mistaken.
Tongue darting out, you begin to lick your muzzle clean. The taste of your cum has changed slightly in the last few days, becoming sweeter and far less bland. You clean yourself as much as possible, using your hoof to get at the parts of your face your tongue can’t reach. As you work, you chance a quick glance up at Velvet.
She’s staring down at your with wide eyes, her mouth open in shock. Keeping your eyes locked with hers, you slowly lick your lips before swallowing the last of your semen. This causes her to bite her lip, and she grinds herself against your back, her damp panties pressing up against you. The scent of musk lingers heavily in the air, hemmed in by the curtains all around the bed.
“That… why didn’t you tell me you were okay with eating your own stuff?” she asks.
“I didn’t think it was important,” you say. “Why?”
“Because most stallions are averse to it!” Velvet groans. “By the Maker, that was hot.” She continues to grind against you absently for a few more seconds before her gaze falls on your softening member.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she growls, eyes narrowing. “We aren’t even close to being finished.” Her horn lights up, and she slowly begins to stroke your shaft with her magic, trying to get it hard again. Leaning down, she nips at your flank, causing your leg to twitch as her teeth pull on the skin. She bites at your rump again before suddenly kissing the place she bit. The process continues as she moves from one flank to the other, first biting then kissing.
You groan at the strange sensation, your member already reacting to the stimulation.
Velvet adjusts her position, her head moving closer to your croup. Your hips jerk when she unexpectedly gives the exposed skin beneath the base of your tail a firm bite. She continues to nibble your dock for a few more seconds before slowly dragging her tongue along your flesh. Your member is rock hard again as she moves lower, the attention she’s giving you sending shivers down your spine. You moan, your legs twitching weakly.
She pauses briefly before moving down and planting a light kiss on your pucker.
You gasp loudly, and your eyes widen in shock at the sudden, unfamiliar sensation. Velvet just hums before dragging her warm tongue along the rim of your tailhole, bathing it in saliva. She sucks and kisses it, her tongue circling the thick ring, before she wraps her lips around the bulge and pushes her tongue inward. The feeling causes you to squirm.
A sudden exhales has her hot breath washing across your tail and balls, causing you to gasp again. You close your eyes, trying to sort through the deluge of sensations currently flowing through you. Velvet continues to lick and suck on your tailhole, stopping occasionally to run her tongue along your dock.
A particularly hard thrust of her tongue causes her to sink down until her lips were pressed against your flesh. You squawk loudly, you wings trying and failing to flare, blocked by Velvet’s body.
“G-gah! Nng… ah!” You can only grunt as you feel her tongue flicking about within your tailhole. Your muscles tighten around the wet invader, squeezing and clenching as shivers of pleasure creep through your body. “V-Velvet! Aah!” Your eyes flick open and you glance up, only to find her watching you. She holds your gaze, and you feel her tongue twist about one last time before she slowly pulls it free from your tailhole with a wet slurp.
Blowing softly across your wet pucker, she then licks her lips before smiling. “I think that’s enough foreplay for now. How about we move on to the main course?” She gives you a small shove, causing you to topple over sideways. As you struggle to reorient yourself, Velvet circles around and settles down onto the pile of pillows. She gives you a smoldering look over her shoulders before flicking her tail to the side. Her horn lights up, and a thin tendril of magic reaches down and pulls her thoroughly soaked panties aside, revealing her enflamed marehood. Slowly, her magic begins to spread her soaked lips apart, exposing her inner treasure for your eyes. She twitches, her clit flicking out as she winks.
“Come and get it, hun,” she breaths.
You stare at her sex, which she has lewdly displayed before you. Her arousal, no longer contained by her panties, begins to trickle down her thighs. The muted scent of musk and sex suddenly is a lot more potent, and you feel your member twitch as you stare at her throbbing slit.
Sweet Luna, it was beautiful.
Stepping forward on shaky legs, you crawl on top of Velvet. Her horn glows a little brighter, and you feel her magic take hold of your member, guiding it into place. You pause as your head presses up against something wet and warm, but then you feel her wink again, and without thinking, you drive yourself forward.
Both you and Velvet groan as your member sinks into her depths.
“Nnf, it’s… it’s been too long,” Velvet huffs.
Gritting your teeth, you whimper as you plunge into the wet, heated confines of her folds. You try and take it slow, but are unable to help yourself as she squeezes your member. Thrusting your hips, you pump yourself into the wetness she’s providing.
Velvet moans, panting heavily with her mouth agape as she flexes against you. Every time she winks, you can feel her lips clench around your length. The sensation causes your cock to throb, kicking deep inside of her. You concentrate on moving your hips, little gasps and grunts escaping your lips as your medial ring pops in and out of her entrance.
The walls of her marehood squeeze and milk at your length as you grind into her, the muscles attempting to keep your from pulling out. Her silken flesh tugs at your flare, hurtling you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust. Your balls smack against her as you work, filling the air with a wet, heavy slapping noise. The scent of sex and sweat clings to your nose, heightening your arousal.
Your pace increases, though there is no real rhythm to your movements. Soon, Velvet is attempting to meet your thrusts with her own, small grunts and moans escaping her as you push deeper and deeper into her convulsing confines. Pressure begins to well up in your groin: you’re nearing your end. A few more bucks is all it takes to push you over the edge.
Slamming your hips into Velvet, you push yourself to the hilt before crying out as you feel your flare expand. Your cock jerks once before pulsing, spraying its precious milk deep inside her marehood. Velvet’s folds milk your member, trying to get as much pleasure from the act as possible.
After what feels like an eternity later, you stop filling Velvet’s marehood. As you lie on her back, gasping for air, you feel her nuzzle your cheek. You both stay that way for a moment before she moves beneath you. The sudden movement causes your member to shift about inside her, earning a grunt from you and a gasp from her.
“You’re still hard?” she asks breathlessly. Without waiting for a reply, she pushes herself back against your hips, causing your shaft to sink deep into her with a loud squelching sound.
You grunt again as her fold grasp at your sensitive flesh. Repositioning yourself, you begin to thrust once more. It’s different this time, her passage a bit more slick than it had previously been. You feel a mixture of her arousal and your cum leak out from around your member to drip down your balls. This just adds to the sensation as your balls slap against her winking clit.
In very little time, your back to thrusting full force, panting like an overworked steam engine. Your pace this time is more relaxed, your cock sliding in and out of her at a steady pace. A wet, meaty slapping noise echoes around the curtained enclosure as your hips swing back and forth. Your tongue dangles from your mouth, eyes rolling back in your head as the euphoric sensation of her marehood clenching tightly around your cock begins to bring you back up to that heavenly high. Through the haze that now surrounds your mind, you can just make out the sound of faint mewling, and it takes you a few seconds to realize that it’s coming from you. Tightening your hold on Velvet’s hips, you plunge yourself as deep as you can go, bottoming out.
Velvet presses her haunches firmly back against you. Craning her neck around, she pushes her lips against yours, locking you together in a heated, passionate kiss. Her walls begin to quiver and caress your length, the muscles tugging and pulling on your flesh. Again, your cock begins to jerk within her slit. You give one last shaky thrust, your hips flexing, before your world goes white.
Ecstasy erupts throughout you, every muscle in your body tensing at the same time. Your balls clench before erupting, spewing their contents down your shaft and deep, deep into Velvet’s folds. You squeeze your eyes shut, pressing your muzzle harder against hers even as your tongues fight for dominance. Your cock kicks again, and you pull back a little before slamming into her rump again, milking your orgasm as much as possible.
Velvet’s body twitches beneath you in time with the jerks of your member, and she releases a shuddering breath into your mouth. Her marehood clutches at your pulsing member, squirting cum and her own arousal across your groin. Warm ribbons of cum run down your legs, dirtying the sheets below.
You give one last, half-hearted thrust before collapsing against Velvet, thoroughly spent. Silence falls upon the room, broken only by the sound of you and Velvet gasping for air. Your sweaty bodies press up against one another, and you can feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Slowly, she lifts her head, and you can see a warm, tired smile on her face. Leaning up, she places a soft kiss on the side of your face.
“Not bad, hun,” she murmurs, nuzzling your cheek. “Not bad at all.” She shifts her body slightly, causing you to slide off her back and onto the bed beside her. Your member pulls free from her confines with a wet popping sound. You are coated in a mixture of Velvet’s viscous slime and your own cum. Velvet’s marehood is agape, squeezing and clenching at open air. Small rivers of white fluid begin to dribble from her lips, but before it can leak all the way out, she reaches back with a hoof and gingerly moves her panties back into place.
Groggily, you move to get up off the bed, intent on stumbling your way to the shower, but are stopped by Velvet. Humming softly, she pulls you back against her chest.
“We’ll clean up tomorrow,” she whispers in your ear. Her stocking-clad legs brush over your fur, the feeling both erotic and relaxing at the same time. The faint smell of cinnamon pushes its way through the pungent cocktail of sex, sweat, and musk to reach your nose.
Mumbling out words of acceptance, you snuggle up against her warm body. Unable to keep your eyes open for much longer, you press your nose into her exposed chest. Breathing in her scent, you hum softly to yourself before slowly drifting off to sleep, wrapped within Velvet’s love embrace.
Author's Note
Sweet Luna, what have I done?
The remainder of the three weeks with Velvet was relatively calm compared to the first week of your stay. It could have been because you and Velvet worked out all your pent up arousal in those first few days, or perhaps it was because Velvet actually made you go slow in order to get a feel for a proper pace and technique. Or maybe it was a third thing. Who knew?
Whatever the reason though, Velvet wasn’t as much of a tease as she had been. That wasn’t to say that she stopped teasing altogether. She would still tease you occasionally when out in public—walking in front of you and pulling her panties up until they were pressed against her lips or using her magic to fondle you when nopony was looking—but for the most part, all intimate interactions remained within the walls of her house, be it in her bedroom, your bedroom, the shower, or (on the rare occasion) the living room.
While it was true that sex was indeed a constant throughout your stay, it was not the sole focus of your interactions with each other. Not to say that you both drifted apart; if anything your relationship only grew, but as Velvet had told you, it was not a romantic one.
As the days went on, Velvet made sure to make your stay as memorable as possible, the sex notwithstanding. She cooked you homemade meals, accompanied you to the movies several more times, took you to a local hoofball game, and even took a day trip up to the castle, although both Celestia and Luna were busy at time. It was still fun to walk through the halls and see the sights, visit the gardens, and even catch a quick glimpse of Discord following some patrolling guards around with a tuba.
Too soon though, three weeks were up, and one morning you received a message from your mom giving the exact date of her return. As the last week drew to a close, Velvet slowly began to distance herself from you. Not in a mean spirited sort of way, but you could tell there was a difference. Sex became less frequent, and on the last night of your stay, she took you into her room and snuggled with you, absently running her hoof through your mane. You allowed her, silently enjoying the last moments of tenderness the two of you could share.
With the moon streaming through the curtains, illuminating the bed, you both fell asleep in each other's embrace.
~ ~ ~ ~ > > < < ~ ~ ~ ~
“I hope he wasn’t too much trouble,” your mom says to Velvet as you are finishing carrying your suitcases down the stairs.
“Not at all, he was perfectly well behaved,” Velvet says with a titter. “A regular little angel. I had no trouble whatsoever.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Mom says as she gives you a warm smile. You can see faint bags under her eyes, but you’ve seen those before. They are her ‘I’ve overworked myself again ’ bags. A good night’s rest and they’ll be gone, although she’s probably going to end up sleeping in late. Not that you mind, it’ll give you plenty of time to cook her some breakfast in bed. Velvet graciously provide you the ingredients to make pancakes, all of which are hidden safely in one of your bags.
“I’m sorry I had to leave you here for a while, little one,” Mom says, leaning down to give you a loving nuzzle. When you return it happily, she wraps her wings around you and pulls you close. “It’s over now, though. The other pegasi are being cleared for duty, the weather is back in control, and my superiors in Cloudsdale have given me two weeks off, so you and I can spend some quality time together.”
Your face lights up. “Really?!”
“Yup,” she says, nodding her head. “For the next two weeks, I’m all yours.”
You squawk happily, your tail whipping back and forth. She release you, and you dart back upstairs to get the last of your things: the statue of Nightmare Moon/Luna that Velvet bought you. As you are carefully carrying it down the stairs, you hear your mom say, “Thanks again for watching him on such short notice, Vel. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I told you before, Stormie. I don’t mind,” Velvet laughs. “Truthfully, it was nice to have somepony else in the house to talk to.”
“I’d imagine,” Mom says, giving Velvet a sympathetic look. She eyes her for a few seconds before slowly speaking. “You know, there’s this handsome looking pegasus I work with named—” A rosy cloud of magic gently covers her mouth, silencing her.
“I’m not interested, Stormie,” Velvet says, although she’s giving Mom a knowing smirk.
“Come on, Vel. Just one date with him,” Mom whines the minute her mouth is free again. “I promise you’ll like him~~~!”
Velvet just smiles and shakes her head.
Mom sighs good naturedly and shakes her head. Glancing up, she spies you. “Oh, ready to go then?”
You nod, trotting happily forward, statue clutched under your wing. Mom gives it a curious look but doesn’t say anything.
“Alright, little one,” she says, slipping two suitcases onto her back. They had a strap attached to their handles, allowing them to sit like a pair of saddlebags. “Say goodbye to Ms. Velvet and let’s get going.”
Placing your statue down, you give Velvet a big hug, which she returns.
With that, you pick up your statue, grab a suitcase as well, and are out the door.
~ ~ ~ ~ > > < < ~ ~ ~ ~
Velvet stands in the doorway, watching you and your mom leave. As you reach the gate, you turn back and give her a wave goodbye, which she returns only half-heartedly.
Her mind is elsewhere.
It truly has been a wonderful three weeks for her. Ever since Twilight and Shining left, the house didn’t feel like a home. It felt empty, the rooms and halls quiet and lifeless. But with you around, all that changed. During your stay, the little sounds you tended to make helped to drive off the lingering depression. The sound of you walking about upstairs reminded her that she wasn’t alone. The way you ate each meal she made with gusto reminded her that she was still able to care for other ponies. Your eagerness to spend time with her reminded her that she still meant something to others.
She still loves her offspring and they still love her, but having to take care of you for three weeks had lifted Velvet’s spirits more than you could have ever known. It gave her a purpose again, something that made her feel good. Sure, she wrote books, some of which were best sellers, but she could never really see the impact her work had on ponies.
With you, each smile caused her heart to swell, and made her feel as if she made a difference.
And she wanted to feel like that all the time. To be somepony again.
As she watches you walk down the street, side by side with your mom, she thinks back to what you said your second night here.
“Well, if you’re lonely, we could do something together if you want. I mean, I am staying here for a few weeks. I’m sure there’s probably something I can do to help you with the loneliness. ”
There were several things that Velvet’s offspring had inherited from their mother: her magic’s color, her inability to cook, her love of books. However, there was one thing that they had come up short on, and that was Velvet’s ability to plan. Sure, Twilight liked to make lists, and Shining was in charge of trying to plan for potential threats to his loved ones, but neither one of them had their mother’s innate ability to make things go the way she wanted.
There was a reason that Twilight and Shining never played strategy games with their mother anymore.
And it was with those words you spoke that her plan had sprung to life.
“I’m sure there’s probably something I can do to help you with the loneliness. ”
Sure enough, there was.
You had been funny, sweet, caring, and generally a pleasure to be around, but Velvet held firm with her decision that she did not want another mate. You’d make some mare (or stallion) very happy one day, she was sure of it, but it was not meant to be her.
However, there was something that you could do to help. Something that she wanted very much. Something that you could give her. So she used you, but not with ill-intent. It was because she cared for you that she used you. It was because you were so caring in return that she deemed you worthy. The only regret she had was that you would never know how much you had truly helped her. But it was better this way, for all involved. She could come up with an excuse far easier than she could attempt to justify what had happened between the two of you.
Yes, there was indeed something that you could do to help with her loneliness, and you had accomplished your task well.
For, her house might be quiet and empty now...
Continue to wave until you are out of sight, a warm smile gradually spreads across Velvet’s muzzle. She slowly lowers her hoof and places it on her lower stomach.
...but soon—within a year—she won’t be so lonely anymore.
~ ~ ~ ~ > > The End < < ~ ~ ~ ~
Author's Note
Alrighty boys and girls; let's do this! It's May, and as such it's time for a MILF story! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! However, if you don't like hawt, steamy, MILF-on-young-colt action, it might be time to abandon ship now. Got it? Get it? Good! Then let's get this story going!
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...dear god, what have I done?
Settling In
“Thanks for watching him on such short notice, Velvet,” you hear your mom say from the other room. “My normal foalsitter’s out of town, and my train leaves in an hour. You were my last hope. I can’t thank you enough.”
“That’s quite alright, Storm,” came the reply, the voice warm and understanding. “I’m well aware of how hectic things are right now. Especially for you weather pegasi.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” your mom groans. “We’ve been trying to get everything sorted out, but with half of Equestria’s weather force still out of commission from Tirek, it’s been a nightmare dealing with all the rogue weather. I’m just glad I’m not one of those assigned to Ponyville. The Everfree Forest is playing havoc with their schedules.” They continue to prattle on, but you stop listening in. Instead, you begin to explore. After all, you were going to be staying here a couple of weeks at most.
The living room is homely. The furniture looks inviting, but you ignore it as you continue to walk slowly around the room. Pictures hang from the walls, depicting the same four ponies. One of them you recognize: the gray unicorn mare with a violet and white mane. She’s the one currently talking to your mom at the front door. A coffee table in the center of the room is covered in magazines, papers, and books. Something that looks like a manuscript rests on top of the pile. There’s a fireplace along the far wall, but it’s not in use. The faint smell of cinnamon fills the air. It was very relaxing. It wasn’t going to be too hard to get comfortable over the next few weeks.
All-in-all, it has more of a ‘home’ feeling than your own home. That’s to be expected though, what with your mom being on the weather team and all. She’s in charge of several different towns, so she’s barely home to begin with. It’s a lot worse now though. After Tirek sapped all the magic from everypony, none of the weather teams could do their jobs. Even when their magic returned, most of the pegasi were too injured to fly. They had attempted to fly off of the clouds they had been trapped on, but couldn’t. The results hadn’t been good. You’re just thankful that you had been in Canterlot when he had come through. You were safe and sound on the ground. However, your mom now had to pick up the slack, which meant that you were going to be staying at one of her friend’s houses for a few weeks while she traveled from town to town to help out. You didn’t really mind her absence; you were an only foal, and used to taking care of yourself. Besides, the absences just made the time you two did spend together all the more enjoyable.
You are pulled out of your musing by the sound of the front door closing. A quick peek out the curtained window confirms that your mom is already off and running. She takes to the air, only to pause and glance back. Upon seeing you in the window, she gives you a happy wave which you quickly return. With that, she’s off towards the train station in a blur of colors.
You watch her go for a few seconds before the muffled sound of hooves on carpet draws your attention away from the window. Twilight Velvet approaches, a warm smile on her face. She has a pink apron on, the front of it damp. She had been washing dishes when you and your mom had come calling.
“So it looks like it’ll just be you and me for a few weeks, huh?” she asks.
You nod, ears perking up.
“Well, let me finish putting away the dishes and then I’ll show you to the guest room and you can get settled in, okay?”
You nod again, and she turns to head towards the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she does so. It’s then that you notice that her apron hugs her body just right. Her plot is accented by the pink ties that hold the apron in place. It’s nicely round and bounces slightly as she walks. It’s not all fat though, as you can see some muscles shifting about as she sways side to side.
You stare at the sight—mesmerized—until she disappears into the kitchen. Freed from the spell, you give your head a quick shake, already feeling your cheeks heating up. Curse your teenage mind. It was bad enough that you got distracted in class. The fillies in your class were beginning to develop as well, and it was almost impossible to focus on class work when there were nicer things to focus on.
That was one of the reasons you had taken to sitting in the front of the classroom. Much less distractions.
The sound of dishes clinking together causes your ear to flick. Unsure of how to pass the time, you shuffle forward and peer through the archway that leads to the kitchen. Velvet is positioned by sink, standing on her hind legs while her forelegs are in the bubble-filled sink. Every so often a plate is lifted out of the sink in a rose-colored cloud of magic. It is dried by a towel before levitated into the proper drawer or cupboard. Velvet hums softly as she works, swaying side to side. Her tail flicks back and forth, nearly revealing—
You quickly retreat, pulling your head back even as the fur on your cheeks turn deep crimson. Getting comfortable here for the next few weeks was going to be harder than you originally thought… in more ways than one. Why did your mom’s friend have to be so hot?
…
Stupid teen hormones.
Luckily, you had relaxed by the time Velvet was finished. Walking back into the room, she glances around before spying you sitting on the couch. A warm smile touches her lips. “Shall we get you settled in?”
You nod quickly before jumping down and following after her. She leads you to the entryway, where your bags are still parked by the front door. Her horn begins to glow again, and the suitcases levitate up beside her.
“Come along,” she chirps before climbing up the set of stairs just off the entryway. You try not to stare as you follow behind her, you really do, but temptation is a cruel mistress. A quick couple of peeks wouldn’t hurt, right? Needless to say, her plot still looks amazing, even from this angle. You file those mental images away for later.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Velvet proceeds down the hallway only to pause at the first door on the right. She pushes the door open before motioning towards the room with a hoof.
“Here’s the bathroom,” she says.
You glance inside. It’s a fairly big bathroom lengthwise. There are two sinks, a toilet, and a large bathtub-shower at the far end. Light blue bath mats cover the floor, the same color as the cloth decoration on the back of the toilet. The counter is most clean, only a few feminine products here and there. You’re pretty sure there’s more behind the shower curtain, but that’s for later exploration.
“Feel free to use the shower whenever,” she says as you continue to look around. “We have a large enough water heater that you shouldn’t run out. You can even flush the toilet while somepony is taking a shower without scalding.”
You raise an eyebrow at that. That’s certainly an improvement from your home. Accidently flush the toilet while somepony’s in the shower there and you end up with roasted pegasus.
Giving the bathroom one last once-over, you pull your head out of the bathroom and follow Velvet further down the hallway until you reach what appears to be a balcony with a railing. Peering over the railing, you blink in surprise upon seeing that you are looking down into the kitchen.
“Handy little thing, isn’t it?” Velvet asks as you continue to peer over the loft. “Night had it built shortly before he passed. Certainly made it easier to catch Twilight or Shining trying to sneak a midnight snack.” She laughs softly before turning to a door just opposite of the railing. “And this is the guest room.” She pushes the door open. “This is where you’ll be staying.”
Pulling yourself from the railing, you slip past her and into the room. The carpet inside is softer than the carpet in the hall, and your hooves immediately sink into the plush material. The large, queen-size bed had been made. A light blue comforter covered the white sheets, and several throw pillows crowded the headboard. Two nightstands sat on either side of the bed, a lamp on one, an alarm clock on the other. An old oak trunk rested at the foot of the bed, and it was there that Velvet placed your suitcases.
“Well, this is it,” she says. She glances around the room before her gaze returns to you and she smiles. “It’s not much, but it’s all yours for the next few weeks. My room is just over there.” She points out to the hall, and the door on the adjacent wall of the balcony. “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask.”
“T-thanks,” you mutter out, your voice quiet.
Her smile grows. “It’s no trouble, dear.” She turns and begins to walk out of the room, and you catch yourself watching her tail as she does so. You quickly look away however when she glances back at you. “Dinner will be in about an hour, okay? We’ll probably be getting take-out.” She paused, an unsure look crossing her face. “Is… is that alright with you?”
You blink, ears perking.
“That’s fine,” you tell her. “Mom gets take-out all the time.”
The smile returns to her face. “Take-out it is then! I’ll call you when it’s here.” With that, she’s gone.
You breathe a sigh of relief. Though you didn’t show it (at least you hope you didn’t), it had been getting rather awkward to be in the same room with her. A bedroom… with her. Shaking her head, you throw yourself onto the bed. The comforter sinks down beneath you, enveloping you in its soft embrace. The faint scent of lavender fills your nose, and you sigh again as your muscles begin to relax. This morning had been hectic, your mother and you rushing around as you packed everything you needed. She hadn’t gotten the memo that she was needed elsewhere until just after breakfast. All the rushing around, packing, trying to figure out who would care for you, and the walking; you were exhausted! A nap sounded amazing right now, but you had something to take care of first.
Reluctantly pulling yourself off the bed, you root around in your suitcase until you find your toiletry bag. With that clamped firmly in your teeth, you slip out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, you make sure to lock the door before placing the bag on the counter. From it you pull a small bottle of shampoo.
Shampoo in mouth, you pull the curtain aside before stepping carefully into the shower. Moving the curtain back into place, you turn the water on. Instantly, you realize your folly as a burst of freezing cold water strikes your back.
Letting out a small yip, you press yourself against the wall of the shower and quickly fumble with the knob. After a few seconds, the water begins to heat up to a more comfortable temperature. Opening a wing, you tentatively stick it under the stream, testing the water. Warmth floods up the appendage, and with a happy coo, you slip beneath the falling water. You enjoy with feeling of water running through your coat for a few seconds before grabbing the shampoo bottle you brought with you. A quick flick of the hoof opens it, and you begin to wash.
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You aren’t sure how long you were asleep before there came a soft knock on your door. Lifting your head off the pillow, you glance blearily over at the alarm clock. The hands read just a little past seven in the evening.
You frown, your brow furrowing. Seven? But you finished with your shower around four-thirty. Velvet said dinner was going to be in an hour.
Before you could ponder the late hour any longer, the knocking came again, followed by a soft voice. “Dear, you awake?”
“Y-yeah,” you call out, fighting back a yawn.
The door cracks open and Velvet sticks her head in. Peering around, her gaze softens upon seeing you nestled in the bed.
“Dinner’s here, if you’re hungry,” she says before pulling her head back.
You nod, yawning again, even as you hear her moving off down the hall. Pulling yourself from the sheets, you stumble a bit as you hit the floor. As you move out into the hallway, a heavy, spicy aroma hits your nose, wafting up from the kitchen below. You recognize that smell, and already your mouth is watering.
“Tacooos~~~” you moan as your wings flutter by your side. You’re half tempted to just leap over the railing into the kitchen below, but you quickly remember that your hostess is a unicorn. She’s probably not used to a pegasus guest. Instead, you take the stairs.
A place is already set for you when you arrive in the kitchen, three steaming tacos resting together on a plate. Velvet is by the counter, in the process of pulling her own food out of a large paper bag. She perks as your hooves touch the linoleum. Glancing over her shoulder, she chirps, “There you are! Sorry that dinners a little late, but Los Tres Coltritos was packed! Everypony wants take out tonight. Apparently there’s a big hoofball game going on downtown in order to boost ponies’ morale.”
“It’s fine,” you say as you take your seat. You reach for one of the tacos, only to pause a second later and return your hoof to your lap. Your mom taught you it was impolite to start eating before everypony was at the table.
As if sensing your hesitation, Velvet glances back over her shoulder again. “You can go ahead and tuck in. I can hear your stomach from over here.”
You don’t need to be told twice, and within half-a-second, one of the tacos is already gone. You chew slowly, enjoying the hurricane of flavor that explodes in your mouth. Cheese, rice, beans, lettuce, tomatoes; everything is mixed together in such a way that it sends your taste buds spinning.
You continue chewing in blissful ignorance for several minutes until the sound of giggling draws you back to the real world. Velvet is eyeing you from across the table, amusement clear in her blue eyes.
“That good, huh?” she asks, shaking her head.
Your face immediately heats up and you duck down beneath the table, but do not stop your chewing.
“Sorry,” you mutter out around the food.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” she titters, holding a hoof to her mouth. “I have had two foals before. I know what a teenage appetite is like. It was just, the way your face lit up. It was adorable.”
You’re pretty sure the tips of your ears are on fire now. Reaching up, you grab another taco and quickly pulling it under the table with you. This just causes Velvet to giggle again, her bell-like laugh echoing around the room.
After a few minutes your embarrassment dwindles and you re-emerge from beneath the table. Velvet just smiles at you before returning to her own dinner: a taco salad with extra tomatoes. The two of you eat in silence for a while before Velvet suddenly perks up.
“Dear, you’re sixteen now, right?” she asks you curiously, tilting her head to the side.
You give her a blank stare before nodding. “Y-yeah… why?”
“Just curious,” she hums, taking another bite. “Your mother and I haven’t visited each other recent, and you’ve certainly grown since the last time I saw you. Sixteen already, huh?” She laughs softly, shaking her head. “Not even my colt and you’re growing up so fast.” Silence falls again before she suddenly asks, “How is school going?”
“G-good,” you stammer out, taken aback by the sudden change in topic. “I passed last year with mostly B’s and two C’s.”
“That’s good to hear,” Velvet says. “Both my foals were hard workers. I don’t think I ever saw anything less than an A between either of them.”
Your ears fold back against your head and you sink down in your chair.
Velvet notices this right away and quickly backpedals. “Oh, no no! Don’t feel bad. I didn’t say that to make you feel bad. Twilight and Shining were exceptional students, yes, but they focused all too much on their school work. Barely had time for friends… or family,” she added in a softer voice. A melancholy look passes across her face before she returns to her food.
You feel like you should say something, but are unsure of how to change the conversation. Eventually, you just blurt out the first thing that feels right. “W-we can hang out sometime… if-if you’d like.”
Velvet stares at you, blinking owlishly.
“I mean, I’m gonna be staying here a while,” you mutter, ears splaying off to the side. “W-we can do something together. To past the time. I… I don’t mind.” You pause, your cheeks growing redder as Velvet continues to stare at you. “W-we don’t have to if you don’t want to though…” you trail off.
An awkward silence fills the room, and you bite your lip in embarrassment. Slowly, you begin to slip back beneath the table, but stop as Velvet finally speaks.
“I’d… I’d like that,” she says softly. Closing her eyes, she tilts her head to the side and gives you a small smile. “I’d like that very much.”
At this, a small smile touches your muzzle as well.
As you both resume eating, you find yourself looking forward to the days ahead.
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.
