A Night in Velvet

"Your Highness!" Night Light greeted Princess Celestia and took a deep bow.

"As you were, Lieutenant," Celestia said. "You are relieved for the evening." Night Light bowed again quickly in her dismissal and trotted passed her, down the hallway. Celestia stepped inside the room and nodded at her own guards. They stood post outside. "Twilight, I have something for you, for this evening." A stallion in a suit vest walked in from behind her with a garment bag. "I know you wouldn't indulge in getting yourself a new dress, so I took the liberty." He unzipped it and unfurled the dress from inside. It was puffy, and sky blue with white lace, pink heart embroidery, and frilly pink fringe. "Try it on." Velvet took off her plain yellow dress and tried to climb into a fluffy blue cloud, in dress form. She couldn't see her hooves under her. She could barely move.

"It's itchy," Velvet complained.

"Yes, well, new dresses need to be worn in. Isn't that right?" she asked the tailor.

"Mhmm."

"Can't I just wear my dress?" Velvet asked.

"Of course not! Your dress will be matching your date!" Celestia said.

"My date!?" Velvet asked.

"Well, sure!" Celestia said. "You were saying how you wanted a date for the Gala to impress your friends. Now you don't have to show up with a lowly guard." Another stallion walked in. His fur was pure white. His mane was blonde. His cutie mark was occluded by the suit that he wore. Is was the same sky-blue Velvet was wearing. "Twilight, this is Prince Pedigree. A nephew of mine."

"Chaaarmed," he said. His stuffy droll caused the word to just sort of slide lazily from his mouth. "Oh, you have a mirror!" he said excitedly. He trotted over to her vanity, admiring his reflection, striking a few poses.

"He's my date to the Gala?" Velvet asked.

"And he's royalty!" Celestia said. "Your friends are sure to be impressed. He's the most eligible bachelor in Canterlot!"

"And the most attractive!" he said, his eyes never leaving the mirror.

"Shall we go?" Celestia asked rhetorically. He rolled his eyes and clopped his hooves.

"Hoof pony!" he called. Yet another stallion walked in. Pedigree pointed at the mirror. And without any further instruction, the hoof pony grabbed it and gave it a firm yank, breaking the frame from the vanity dresser.

"Hey!" Velvet objected. Pedigree waved her off.

"Ugh, I'll buy you a new one," he groaned, as though just speaking to her was an inconvenience. The hoof pony stayed ahead of them so that Prince Pedigree could look at himself as he walked to the Gala. Velvet walked (begrudgingly) beside him in her matching outfit.

"Oh, look at you two! Such a cute couple!" Celestia said.

"I'm so glad you could make the trip from Saddle Arabia!" Celestia greeted enthusiastically yet another guest at the entrance of the Grand Galloping Gala. The delegate shook her hoof, then the Prince's, and then Velvet's.

"How has the weather been in Whinnyapolis? I heard that you got record snow this winter!" He shook Celestia's hoof, then the Prince's, and then Velvet's.

"I'm so sorry to hear about your husband! I hope he gets well soon!" She shook Celestia's hoof, then the Prince's, and then Velvet's.

"What a lovely evening! Don't you think?" Celesta asked Velvet between waves of arriving guests. She turned and smiled as she asked. That same warm smile that Velvet had known her whole life.

"It certainly is," Velvet lied, tugging at the collar of fabric scratching against her neck. Inside from the cold winter air, she had discovered that the dress was also stifling hot.

"You two should go mingle!" Celestia said. "Twilight, you should introduce your new special somepony to your friends!"

"Okay. Fine." Velvet sighed and trotted down the stairs toward the ballroom. Prince Pedigree clopped his hooves.

"Hoof pony!" he called out. The pony carrying her dismounted mirror appeared from behind the curtains and moved alongside the prince as he walked. He walked down to where she was waiting. "Well, come on now. Introduce me to your friends, Velcro."

"It's Velvet," she corrected.

"Hmm," he mused aloud. "Velcro sounds better though, doesn't it? You should be Velcro from now on."

"What? Why would I even-"

"Come, 'stick' by my side, Velcro," he said.

"I swear, Your Honor, he broke his neck when he fell down the stairs," Velvet muttered to herself. A familiar mare and stallion rushed up to them.

"Oh my gosh, Velvet!" one of her classmates greeted. "We heard that you were here with a prince and I was all like, oh my gosh, no way. And now, yeah way, here you are, oh my gosh! I literally can't even! I mean, who would have thought that you would be here with a prince!? Because, like, he's a prince and you're like... well, you. But like, I guess this means that you'll be super-popular now so we should be friends now right? I know right!? Oh my gosh! What's his name?" She turned to him. "What's your name?"

"Prince Pedigree, Madam," he greeted, giving her hoof a quick kiss. "And who is this charming fellow with you? Your special somepony?"

"What? No! This is my brother. I'm totally single! Toootally available! If you know what I mean. Like, not like I just go with stallions like that or whatever but you know, like, if you decide things aren't working out with Velvet or whatever. I'm just saying."

"Limber Achieve" the other stallion introduced himself.

"Limber? Just how Limber?" Prince pedigree asked with a wry smirk.

"Mmh, wouldn't you like to know," Limber said.

"Oh my gosh, like totally limber. He's like, totally a gymnast. He can do flips and stuff on the swing thing and twist himself into a pretzel it's like, cray cray-zay!"

"Have you seen the buffet, my Prince?" Limber asked. "They have soy tacos and vegi-sausages."

"Which would you recommend?" The prince asked.

"I prefer the sausage myself," Limber said.

"Mmh, I bet you do."

"Oh my gosh, your special somepony is like totes besties with my brother! So like, when you guys get married I'm gonna be like, your best mare right? Would that like, make me honorary royalty or what? Do I get to be a princess? Can I be a princess? Would I get a tiara? Should I get gold or silver? Vel? Velvet! Where are you going!?"

"I'm too sober to deal with this," Velvet groaned, walking over to the bar.

"What'll it be Miss?" the bartender asked.

"Whatever's cheap," Velvet said.

"It's an open bar."

"Whatever's strong."

"That kind of night, eh?"

"That kind of night." He poured her a glass of the double-fortified Canterlot Wine.

"So what's the trouble?" he asked.

"Why? So you can pretend like you care?" she asked back. She shook her head. "Sorry, I... it's just been-"

"That kind of night?"

"Yeah." Velvet drank her wine. "My date ditched me." Velvet nodded at the stallion in the same sky-blue she was wearing.

"What, the prince?" he asked. She nodded. "Honey, don't feel bad. That colt is so 'fabulous' that he can't even see straight. You were going to be disappointed eventually. Better now than back at the hotel room. Still, there are plenty of other ponies to dance with." He motioned at the ballroom dance floor.

"That?" Velvet scoffed. "That isn't dancing. That's a bunch of ponies shuffling their hooves near each other."

"I couldn't agree more, sweetheart," he said as he polished a glass with a bar towel. "I'm just here for the night. You ought to come by my bar some time if you want to see some real dancing."

"Yeah, maybe. But that doesn't really help me tonight," Velvet said.

"Well ya know, there is a real party I could direct you to if you're so-inclined. My little bro is in the Royal Guard. They throw themselves a little shindig down in the faculty quarters during the Gala." He pointed at the door on the far side of the room labeled 'Staff Only'. "Through there. They keep it propped a tad for blokes that forget their keys. Head downstairs two flights. Turn right into the hallway. Follow the noise. You'll find it, sure enough," he said. Velvet noticed the nub protruding from his back opposite his other wing.

"Thanks for the tip," Velvet said as she started to leave. "And Air Tender? Sorry about the Wonderbolts." He dropped the glass he was drying.

"OI! Are you psychic? Stay outta my head!" he yelled. Velvet just grinned and headed to the door on the far side of the room. Just as he said, there was a small rock keeping it from latching shut. She pushed it open and snuck in when nopony was looking. The air in the stairwell was dank and musty. The utility lights were minimal. She headed down and turned into the hallway. Sure enough, she could hear it. Music and the ruckus of a party. A real party. Not the sham upstairs. Light sliced across the dim hallway, out from under the door from which the noise was coming. It made a patch of illuminated ground before her. Like a welcome mat of light. She pushed the door open.

Inside was a scene that belonged in the dictionary next to 'party'. Everypony was singing along to the booming music. Drinks were everywhere. Everypony was dancing, even where there wasn't even space. It wasn't the practiced steps of a waltz. It was the organic, half-random gyrations of improvised movement. Everypony was laughing and smiling. But, much like the particles in her books about quantum mechanics, all of that changed once it was observed. Everypony stopped moving, laughing, and singing as soon as she opened the door. Even the DJ killed the music. Everypony stopped and looked at her standing in the doorway. She looked at all of them.

It was then that she noticed two things:

1. They were, all of them, stallions.

2. They were all Royal Guard ponies.

Everypony froze, as though they were foals that had been caught with their hoof in the cookie jar. The Royal Guard were not supposed to act like this. They were supposed to be the very symbol of professionalism. The silence was heavy with tension, unbroken until,

"Dibs!" an unseen stallion called out from the back.

"You can't call 'dibs' asshole!" Another stallion yelled.

"Oh yeah? Well how'd I do it then!? Cuz I did it! Riddle me that!" Velvet peered into the crowd, recognizing the voice using her own phrase now.

"Night Light?" she asked.

"Velvet?" The stallion waded through the crowd. "Oh, wow. I didn't even recognize you in... that."

"Yeah, well, it's not mine. I, uh, it's a long story," Velvet said.

"Want a drink?" he offered.

"Yeah, sure," she replied. He turned to face the DJ

"Hey, what the hay!? Who killed the music!?" he yelled. The music started up again and the room returned to its previous ruckus. She followed him to the small bar stuffed into the corner. It had a big bucket of ice with a tapped barrel sitting in it. "Two," he yelled over the blare of the music. He gave Velvet a cup. She took a drink and gagged. It tasted like a drunk diabetic's piss.

"Ugh! What is this!?" she asked.

"Beer!" Night said, guzzling his own cup.

"Why would anypony drink this?" she asked.

"To get fucked up!" everypony responded in unison. Night Light smiled and drank some more of his beer.

"Come on, let's dance!" he said. They moved into what little space was available as they moved and swayed to the beat of the bombastic bass of the music. Her dress became sweltering.

"I need to take this stupid thing off!" Velvet complained. Night held her drink as she shed her dress and discarded it.

"Aw yeah! I didn't know it was going to be that kind of party!" another stallion said, taking off his uniform. "It's naked time!"

"Naked time! Naked time! Naked time!" Everypony began to chant as they all disrobed. Velvet just watched in shock as everypony around her stripped. Even Night Light just shrugged.

"Hey, when in Roam..." he unbuttoned his uniform and peeled it off along with everypony else. "Yeah! Naked time!" he yelled.

"I have so many questions!" Velvet yelled. Night Light gave her beer back.

"Drink this. It'll help with that," he said. Velvet forced down some more of the swill.

"Ugh!" Velvet grunted, trying to keep her constitution as she danced with Night Light. "What is all this? What is this party for?"

"Do you need a reason?" he asked.

"Me, personally?" she asked.

"No, I mean, in general. Does one need a reason to party?" he asked back, a bit more philosophical than she was prepared for. She looked around. Stallions were dancing with stallions, on the floor and on tables.

"Why though?" she asked.

"Because we could all be dead tomorrow!" Night said. The other guards joined in.

"By hoof we march, by horn we fight, and on a wing we fly!
Eat, drink, be merry my Guard! Tomorrow we may die!
Kiss that lass, grab her ass, you can't lay 'till you try!
Eat, drink, be merry my Guard! Tomorrow we may die!
Tomorrow we may die!"

Everypony cheered and clinked their cups together and drank.

"That seems kind of grim," Velvet said.

"No, no! It's about living life to the fullest. Living every day like it could be your last! Because tomorrow a dragon could attack and we'll have to go out and fight it and who knows who will make it home that night? So live while you can!" Night Light said.

He stepped up onto the table next to them, and he reached down to pull her up with him. She tried to object, but he either didn't or couldn't hear her. And once she was up there, the cheers of everypony drowned out her ability to hear herself even think. Perhaps the beer played its part in that, as well.

Night Light and Twilight Velvet danced until it was so late, that it was early.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" Velvet asked Night Light. She was practically prancing as she walked home from the Gala. Her inebriation kept her mind from the cold, despite her wearing naught but his helmet.

"Yup," Night Light replied, half wearing his uniform, half carrying it, along with her crumpled-up dress. He walked back with her to her room in the castle. He opened the door for her and let her inside. He stood outside in the hallway, leaning against the wall next to her door.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I dunno. Guarding stuff. Heh-he!" he laughed.

"Aren't you off duty?" she asked.

"Oh yeah." He laughed.

"So are you just going to stand out there for fun?" she teased. He turned to face her in the doorway.

"May I come inside?" he asked.

"Yes," Velvet purred into his ear, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform and pulling him into the bedroom. "Or wherever you like."

Velvet pulled him to her and she kissed him. Hard. It wasn't the slow, tender, romantic kiss of two reluctant young lovers. It was the hot, desperate kiss of two ponies that had both had too much to drink that night. She grabbed him and pulled him with her toward the bed, keeping her face mashed against his as she continued to sloppily kiss him. When she felt the mattress behind her, she broke the kiss, falling back onto it. He leaned over her to continue kissing her. His uniform flopped open, hanging by it's last straps. Velvet felt it brush against her thigh. She looked down between them.

It wasn't his uniform.

"Looks like you're 'standing at attention' there soldier," She teased.

"Wha? No I'm not. I-" He saw the smug grin on her face and realized what she meant. "Oh, shit!" He quickly tried to cover himself.

"What? What's wrong?" Velvet asked. He gave her a worried look as he fumbled to hide his shame.

"Nothing! I-" he winced. "Could you just- take that stupid thing off?" he said, pointing at her helmet. "You're reminding me of my drill sergeant right now."

"Are you saying that I look like a stallion!?" she asked with pouting lips as she put a hoof to her chest, feigning insult.

"She wasn't a stallion. But she did say that if she ever caught us with a boner that she would kick it!" he said.

"Yikes."

"Yeah. So we had to make sure we didn't look at her flank."

"Did she have a good looking flank?" Velvet asked with a sultry tone as she rubbed her butt with her hoof. "Did it look as good as this one?" Night Light bit his lip, unable to find the words as her tail fell aside, revealing her marehood to him. "Are you looking at my privates, Private?"

"It's Lieutenent."

"Talking back to your Commander now, are we?" she said as she sat up and adjusted the helmet. She was having fun with the role.

"She wasn't a Comman-"

"That's enough sass from you, Newbie!" she scolded.

"Oh, geez."

"Now get up here and give me twenty!" she barked, trying to sound intimidating. The goofy grin on her face didn't win her any acting awards. He climbed up onto the bed, looming over her.

"Like this?" he asked, lowering himself to do a push-up. He kissed her as he did, before lifting himself back.

"One," she counted. He leaned down and kissed her again. "Two." She giggled. He smiled back and kissed her again. "Three."

"Seriously, can you please take that helmet off?" he asked.

"Okay," she relented, taking the helmet off and tossing it onto the floor. "But you still owe me some push-ups, recruit!"

"Yes Ma'am!" He leaned down and kissed her again.

"Four," she counted. He kissed her again. This time on her neck. "Five." He shifted down a bit and kissed her on her chest. "Six." He kissed her on her tummy. "Seven," she breathed. He shifted a bit lower still. "Eight-ahhhh~" Velvet moaned. "N-n-nine! Night!" she shuddered as he moved down between her legs. "T-t-t-" She couldn't even get the numbers out as he kissed her lower lips again and again. His kisses turned into licks. His licking became sucking. She ran her hoof through his mane, grabbing his hair and pulling him into her harder as he licked her. She could feel a knot in her abdomen getting pulled tighter and tighter, threatening to snap. "F-f-fourteen! Fifteen! F-fuck me!" she moaned as he continued to go down on her. He lifted his face from between her legs.

"Is that an order?" he asked with a sly grin.

"Please!?" she all but begged. He crawled up along her body, kissing his way back up.

"Aaand, twenty," he whispered, kissing her on the lips again. He opened his mouth and touched her lips with his tongue. She parted her lips and her tongue met his. She felt him brush against her thigh again. Her horn glowed as she continued to kiss him. He felt her magical grasp on his shaft as she moved it up and down along his length. She tugged him gently, coaxing him closer to her. She felt his tip brush against her marehood.

His broad tip parted her lips. His precum mixed with her feminine wetness and his saliva. He moaned into her mouth as he slid against her copious lubrication with smooth ease. Her magic pushed it downward ever so slightly as she wrapped her legs around behind him. He began to push against her. Her lips began to spread around his girth, offering little resistance. He looked her in the eyes one last time.

"Are you sure you-"

She cut him off with a firm flex of her legs, pulling him to her. In an instant, her virgin flower was plucked. Velvet's mouth gaped in silence. Her moan was hitched in her throat. It was nothing like she'd ever felt before. It was nothing at all like a carrot, cucumber or zucchini. It was different in so many ways. It was warm, and soft. Firm, but spongy. And she could feel the irregular texture of its veiny surface as it moved into her. It moved on its own. It was not her hoof or magic. Its speed, direction, and rhythm was outside of her direct control. Just like how one could not tickle themselves, it was so much more intense by somepony else.

Night Light, for his part, had not expected this tonight. He was almost certain that he wouldn't know the touch of a mare until he was out of the service. Unless he paid for it in the red light district. And he certainly never thought that it would be with the very pony he had been assigned to protect. The very pony with whom he had been explicitly instructed to not engage. But such thoughts were far from his mind now. All that mattered now was the feeling itself.

Description of the warm confines of her love tunnel were beyond his paltry vocabulary. It was like his mind and body were opened to a whole new world of sensory delight. A blind pony seeing a sunset for the first time. A deaf pony first hearing a bombastic orchestral overture. He hadn't the adjectives for the feeling. It paled any comparison to his own hoof.

Her tangy flavor yet lingered on his tongue, and her heady aroma flooded his nostrils. Her euphoric moans punctuated the thunderous heartbeat in his ears as he watched her writhe beneath him in pleasure. All of these things were merely backdrop to the tactile sensation they each felt at their point of coupling. It was nothing short of pure ecstasy. The regular intervals of his thrusts exposed his wet shaft to the cool air of the room before once again bathing it in the warmth of her feminine embrace. Her pelvic muscles rippled and squeezed at his intrusion, milking and massaging him from within. Their bodies filled the room with the noise of wet slaps each time their hips met. Her clit involuntarily winked in rhythm, causing his pubic fur to brush against her sensitive nub, driving her wild.

In lonely nights of the past, Velvet had sought solace in her self-pleasure aided with only produce. She'd intentionally teased and paced herself to prolong the experience. Contrariwise, Night hadn't the luxury of indulging himself for long in the barracks' latrines. He'd done as he always had, quickly and efficiently. Tonight, Velvet could do little more but hold on as he rutted her with wild abandon. Each recognized their own impending climaxes.

"So close!" Velvet cried as she felt the knot in her tummy pulling taut, begging for release. Night Light was hot on her trail, acutely aware of the risk. He felt his balls tighten. He grunted and started to pull out. "Don't stop!" Velvet screamed, locking her legs around the back of his waist and rocking her hips like a mare possessed. She felt him flare inside her, stretching her to her fullest. It sent her reeling over the edge. "I'm cumming!" she cried. Her whole body began to shake and convulse in the throes of the greatest orgasm she'd ever experienced in her entire life. Her wetness spurted from her stuffed marehood, dripping down onto his scrotum.

"Vel I'm-" She cut him off, grabbing his face as she kissed him, moaning out her bliss into his mouth. It was already too late. He was past the point of no return. Her legs gripped him with unnatural strength, holding him like a vice as he felt his cock twitch and throb, pumping his seed deep inside her. His flared tip offered no exit for his flood of cum. He went ridged, stone-still as she held on, riding him from below as she continued to squirm in her climax, even after he was spent. Her movement was over-stimulating on his still-buried shaft, deep inside her. He cried out in the terrible mix of agony and ecstasy. The adrenaline of his panic allowed him to finally wrench himself free of her thighs' grip.

He pulled his cock from her pussy with a wet 'plop'. The extent of time since his last release was immediately apparent as his cum rushed from her in a white torrent, further soiling the already-wet bedding. Night's bout of strength was short-lived, however. The adrenaline passed quickly and his head became a-swim. The alcohol he'd had that night only exacerbated his sudden drop in blood pressure. The room spun, his vision darkened, and he toppled, unconscious before his head flopped onto the pillow beside hers.