Twilight Velvet Comes Home Drunk And Gets In The Wrong Bed

Twilight Velvet waves good-bye to her friends with a great big smile on her face. It had been ages since she last went out with the girls. So much to catch up on, so much to chat about and so many fancy glasses of wine. She feels like she is walking on clouds as she steers her steps homeward. Canterlot is surprisingly quiet. She has no idea what time it is and she does not care. Everyone who needs be concerned has already been informed she would be home real late.

Velvet enters her home on unsteady steps. The whole house is dark and quiet. She does not even bother to turn on any lights. She knows where she is going. She makes her way up the stairs and through the dark hallway, soon to lean on a door-handle and stagger into the room beyond. In the tiny light leaking in through a covered window, she sees the silhouette of a man in her bed. Her Night Light.

She manages fairly well to kick off her heels as she proceeds through the room. She pulls out a hair-band and lets her slightly messy mane fall into its usual shape. Finally, with some effort, she peels off her slim dress. Who said a mother of two cannot dress enticingly? Now only in her underwear, she stops by the bed. She sighs and closes her eyes as she finickies about with the clasp of her bra. Another sigh, this one more content as the thin, lacy piece of undergarment slides off her arms and onto the floor.

She does not move all to gracefully but she manages to snag the edge of the blanket and crawl in. She feels around for a bit and quickly finds a taut stallion's body to hold on to. Her long, slim fingers caress his body for a while. He feels rather different. Frisky thoughts are already in her head. She carefully touches more and more of his body while whispering.

"Honey, have you been working out...?"

No answer but a soft exhale. Velvet holds back an excited giggle and snuggles up even closer. She presses her soft, curvy body up against him. He shifts, sleep-drunk and absent-minded, he slings an arm around her. Velvet's mind practically sparkles with good and naughty ideas. She kisses his chest, he is warm and smooth as always. He carries a strange scent but she does not mind. He is one to change his grooming products every now and then. Although this scent is pretty much natural. It must be a really expensive or really cheap cologne.

He mutters something unintelligible under his breath and shifts again, this time flat on his back. Velvet has a hard time containing her excitement in the pitched darkness, the intimate closeness draws on her intoxication to become even more intense. She shifts around a bit, his lax arm still around her. She presses up against his side once again, having to adjust a bit to accommodate her ample bust. His hand slips down her back and onto the curve of her generous hip. She lets out the softest of moans and traces a finger down his surprisingly tight stomach. She shifts some of the blanket just as she is about to reach his crotch and finds something that makes her stop and gasp. He is fully erect. She nuzzles her face into his chest and slowly feels along his shaft. It has been a while. She knows she is drunk and lust has taken over, still, is he larger than usual?

More fit and more manhood. She holds back a snicker. Must be the drink indeed. It is either that or she is already asleep and dreaming. She gently grasps the hot thing and marvels at how rigid it is in her hand. He murmurs something in a deep, breathy voice.

"... Twilight..."

It has been a long time since he called her that. She wiggles her whole body and bucks against him. It is just like old times. She feels young again. The response she gets is very satisfying. He wraps his broad arms around her and pulls her on top of him. She cannot help but to let out a girlish giggle as she discovers how large he is, or seems, or something like that. She gasps as she feels his hard member throb against her own loins. She rests her face in the bend of his neck and lets her hot breath brush against his skin. His different, masculine scent has her melting on top of him. She rolls her wide hips against him and practically purrs as his hands travel over her body. He rumbles out a satisfied sound as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her well-rounded behind. One hand straying a bit to stroke the base of her tail while the other greedily kneads her ass. She exhales breathily in delight at the attention and shifts a bit to get his member into a better position. She bites her lip and holds back a moan as it rubs against her hidden heat.

He answers by rolling his own hips, rubbing that large, solid manhood against her quickly flushing sex. A deep shudder goes through her entire body as he strokes her tail and teases her marehood at the same time. She lets out little whimpers with every slow thrust he makes. Her fingers grasping the sheets. She is already panting from the light but intense attention. She breathes in sharply and holds her breath as she feels his fingers hook in the fabric of her underwear and pull it aside. He shifts a bit, helping himself to get a good position to prod the tip of his manhood against her now exposed sex. She is already wet and waiting. She has been thinking of this moment since after the first glass of wine. Chit-chatting with the girls only fueled it with little stories of passed passions. The short but intimate foreplay along with what is brewing in her head makes for little patience. She answers his advance with some of her own. Kissing his neck while pressing against him, feeling his solid member starting to fill her. She whimpers and moans as she takes more and more of him. A shiver goes through her as he definitely fills her more than usual.

"Oh honey... You're so... Large."

She murmurs the words in a voice dripping with lust. He only answers with another deep, humming sound. He pulls out slowly, only to tease her by caressing her soaked labia with the tip of his manhood. She is having none of it. She slams her ample hips down and takes him in again. She has never before felt so pleasantly full. She muffles a would-be intense moan into the bend of his neck and finishes it with a kiss. His broad arms hold her in place as he takes her hint and starts moving. It does not take long for them to work up a rather vigorous rhythm in their loving embrace. He pumps in and out of her and focuses very intently on her behind. He does not take his hands off it for a second and with every stroke, he gropes and grabs. He plays with her tail and carefully, testingly rubs her tailhole. He is unusually frisky. She likes it.

"Do what you want."

The words slip out of her in a long moan. She feels his fingers on her behind tense up a bit. Obviously, he just got a bit more excited. A moment later, he begins picking up the pace anew, slipping in and out of her and hitting so very deep. If he were to hit any deeper, it would probably be too much. She reaches for his face but her hands never get there. Her fingers latch onto his shoulders in a cramp-like fashion, stars dance before her eyes. She has never been rutted like this before. His hands get greedy with her bouncing behind again and she feels a finger push into her other hole. Such an unusual sensation. She moans out loud without even attempting to hold back. He has begun to pant lightly and she can practically feel his member throb inside of her. Apparently playing with her tailhole is quickly pushing him towards the edge. She does not let him slow down and gets louder in her sensual moaning. He is panting audibly now and his whole body is tense.

"Come, honey, fill me up!"

She exclaims, not caring at all for to keep her voice down any more. He gives her one final, deep thrust and then a quake runs through his entire being. He grunts out her name as he erupts inside of her. She gasps at the explosion of heat and kisses his chest again.

"... Twilight..."

She looks up from his heaving chest with a smile. He has made her feel young again. She is just about to hoist herself up and give him a lengthy kiss when she is interrupted by a beam of light entering the room. The door is cracked and someone is peeking in.

"Anon, I heard something..."

A very obviously newly woken Twilight Sparkle is the cause of the light. She quickly spots the oddity, although that does not seem to explain anything to anyone.

"Mom, what... What are you doing in Anon's bed?!"

Velvet blinks in shocked surprise and looks up in the half-light to find that the man she is laying on top of is in fact not her husband. She shares a panicked, confused look with Anon. The human man sputters out some desperate words.

"T-twilight...? I even... Oh, no, you have the same name..."

Anon falls silent, still looking like a deer in headlights. Twilight Velvet breathes ragged breaths and wiggles about a bit, Anon's slippery member still inside of her. She has to bite her lip to hold back sounds of pleasure. Twilight Sparkle watches with horrified interest as her mother slowly shuffles off Anon. She is pretty sure what is going on, she just cannot wrap her head around it. Velvet stays under the blanket but looks at her daughter, her face attempting but utterly failing an expression of motherly calmth.

"Um... Go back to bed, dear, we can talk about everything in the morning..."

Twilight Sparkle makes an inquisitive face and takes a step into the room. Her eyes flit around for a bit. Dress on the floor. Bra by the bed. Velvet is definitely in some stage of undress under that blanket. Anon is absolutely silent and still, as if not talking or moving would make him invisible. Twilight Sparkle takes another step, a very unexpected expression creeping onto her face.

"Mom, you're cuddling a human."

Twilight Sparkle looks genuinely excited. She approaches further and materialises a notepad through her magic. She instantly starts jotting down notes with a floating quill.

"That's amazing scientific data, you have to tell me everything!"