"That's it, baby, fuck me," cooed Madam Eventide Velour as Shining Armor thrusted into her, squatting between her juicy thighs. He hilted in her, savoring the heat of her pussy, even through the latex of the condom. She was wet and tight, feeling wonderful despite that physical barrier. He kissed her breast, taking a moment to enjoy rolling the nipple around with his tongue, causing another small peal of pleasure to come from his partner. He thrust hard into her again several more times, nearly pulling out slowly before plunging back in like a sword, making her body shake and voice quiver. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” He leaned forward to press their bodies together, to feel close to her comforting warmth. He felt his balls tightening, the pleasure building up to its peak and impending climax. His cock was hardened even more to prepare to spill his seed into the furthest reaches of her heavenly folds. He felt her get wetter and wrap her legs around his back, locking him inside. He sucked on the nipple. A peculiar gasp. To his surprise, something warm and vaguely familiar. "Fuck me, baby," came the voice again, without an accent. Shining looked up at his mate, only to see the pink and yellow mane of Velour replaced by the purple and white of Velvet. Her lusty grin was gone, replaced by a leer showing a mouth full of sharp teeth.

"Mom?"

"That's it, fuck your mother." Velvet's words dripped with venom enough to wilt granite, words like poisoned honey with an arsenic sauce served on a cadmium mercury cake with arsenic frosting. The toxicity was practically in their very echo. Shining Armor tried to stop himself, but he couldn't restrain his hips or stem the flow of pleasure. "Don't stop, baby. Let mommy take it all. You like this, don't you?"

He tried to shake his head, but he instead found himself nodding, agreeing, "Yes." His pleasure was almost overwhelming. He gulped, feeling that spark race down his cock, his balls, guts, and gleuts tightening as he let out a small groan. His toes curled.

"I knew it."

"I'm gonna cum."

"That's it, baby. Let me have it." He came, feeling his cock twitch and something wet spew forth from it. Velvet did not rock her hips, instead just letting him writhe, trapped in pleasure between her thighs. And as his pleasure began to subside, he looked to his mother's face. Her teeth were now fangs. "Good baby. Now let mommy finish sucking you dry!" Before he could do anything, his mother lunged for his throat. Her fangs made contact and her serpentine jaws clamped down.

"MOM!" Shining Armor half screamed, half groaned as he jolted awake, his heart pounding, his fur drenched in sweat, something sticky tripping his senses down at his hips. For several minutes, he tried to calm himself. It had just been a dream, no? A nightmare? Then he remembered last night. The wine, the text message, his mother putting moves on him and how he had responded. Velvet was Velour and Velour was Velvet. He thrust his face into his hands. Oh, what was he going to do? He couldn't face her again, not after that. Oh, God, what was he going to do? He felt sick. His dick still felt pleasantly fuzzy. "You're not helping," he growled at the offending appendage. He dabbed himself clean with his sheets.

The stallion's stomach growled. "Not you, too," he moaned at his treacherous belly. "Please, don't be hungry; don't make me go down there and deal with her, not right now. Can't you wait for say, a thousand years?" His stomach made an even louder, more insistent rumble as the first strong pang of hunger shot through it. "Fine, I'll go," he said darkly, looking for his pants.

When Shining Armor arrived downstairs, his heart immediately sank through to the basement and then beneath its foundations. Standing there was his mother, looking the same as ever, but moving with a slight thrum of tension, lacking any of her usual natural ease. A stranger would not have noticed it, but he had been around her more than any other pony, literally his whole live. Of course he'd notice. What kind of son didn't care to note his mother's mood? He thought for a moment about talking to her, having it out right now. The words came to him. 'Mom, I'm sorry about last night. I didn't know you were Velour, and if I'd known, I never would have done it. Let's keep this secret and I'll never visit another escort again. Just please don't tell Dad. I love you, please don't be mad at me.' Perfect, that would do it. The delicious smell of eggs frying on a hot, buttery pan wafted into his nostrils. Then, his heart dropped yet further. There was Twilight Sparkle sitting at the table, happy as a clam, tearing into her scrambled eggs. He couldn't have this talk with his little sister in the room. "Morning, BBBFF!"

"Morning, Twiley," he replied. He just had to push his luck. "Morning, Mom."

Then his mother turned to face him. Her expression could only be considered a restrained glare aimed at him like a rifle. He was hit with a stone-cold slap of fear and regret. Then the unfortunate memories came and he found himself thinking about how he had just dreamt of her body, and had tasted it most recently just hours ago. He attempted to shoot her some kind of meaningful look back. The mare's eyes slid over to the little filly for a split second, then her head jerked up deliberately. "Yut." Then she made a glare at the table. Shiny didn't have the nerve to protest and so sat himself down.

When his breakfast came, he noticed that his share of eggs and quarter of an orange looked somehow much smaller than Twilight's equivalent rations, not that he had the heart to protest. He dug in wordlessly. His mother's lack of comment thus far made him disinclined to say anything, at least while certain lavender unicorn fillies were within earshot. He soon finished his allotment, and Twilight noticed this too, a not insignificant amount on her plate. He shot her a silent request for help. She obliged. "I'm not too hungry, BBBFF. Here, have some of mine." As she used her knife and fork to cut off a section of her helping, she asked Velvet, "Mom, why is Shining's portion so small?"

Twilight Velvet forced a smile. "Mommy made a mistake, dear. Be a good filly." Shiny nodded. The messages were clear. Shining Armor got into his extra helping, grateful that his little sister had been around to help his hungry ass. It wasn't long before LSBFF had finished her breakfast and went upstairs, leaving the alienated pair alone. Shining made a point of finishing as quickly as possible before he mysteriously found arsenic in his victuals. He took his bare plate to the sink and washed it. He opened his mouth to speak. "Mom, ab-"

"Don't you have to exercise this morning, Dear?"

"I do-"

"Bye!" She barked, waving her hand as if to scatter a swarm of gnats. Her son was out the door before he even knew what he was doing.

Twilight Velvet's plaster smile failed the second the door opened. She sagged her shoulder, sighing out loud. There was that man, that stallion. Fuck it all. Way to go, she had been meaning to talk to him. Instead, her feelings had gotten the better of her, again, as usual, and now things where more complicated and intractable than ever. And with her husband gone, she had nobody to turn to. She grabbed her phone, composing a text message. "Doctor Mind, can you do a special appointment this Friday? Something just came up."

While she waited for the reply, she set about cleaning up after breakfast. She took the plates into the sink and ran warm water while scrubbing with a soapy sponge. Her son hated her, she knew it now. First, he had lusted after her. Then he had lain with her, more than once, even paying handsomely for the privilege. It had been so easy then, in the moment with her brain befuddled by magic and the quick flow of money, reassuring her that all was well. It had been so easy when it was names, guises, and hotel rooms, all with no expectations beyond cash and copulation. But then, she had blown it. In her state of unease, she had gotten drunk. In her drunkenness, she began to ask questions. And next thing she knew, the truth had been revealed. But instead of being a rational mare, she had to just fucking know how her son really felt about her. So she put him to the test. If he succumbed to her advances, then she was depraved, but at least he desired her, so she couldn't be truly repulsive, bad, and unloveable, right? But if he refused, she'd be alone and had sexualized something that was better off left alone. That loneliness, it was... unacceptable...

Her phone dinged. She checked it. "Hey, Velour, up for another round? Your place, an hour starting at 3? You up?" Fucking damn it! Suddenly, a plate hit the counter and shattered into a million pieces. Oh not now! Before she could stop herself, she was typing back.

"You bet, honey. How about a special -- thirty bits for an extra half hour?" Her life hung waiting for the next ring of her phone. She only noticed with annoyed relief that the front door had just slammed shut, her son having exited.

Shining Armor had been double timing it out, and then triple timed it when he heard the plate shatter. Had things really gotten that bad that quickly? Had his mom gone from warm and caring just the night before to smashing plates over him? The young stallion's heart sank. It hurt. He didn't want anyone to know it, but it hurt. He felt it right in his chest. It was like cold constriction. He found his face drooping, but he stopped it. He was a man now, about to be a soldier. Men didn't do things like clue people in about their hurt feelings; they built bridges and got over it. Tears were for children.

With a growl, Shining began his jog. Yes, some exercise would let him outrun his feelings. Being hot and achey would cover up his inner pain by making his outsides too uncomfortable to ignore so he could focus on them instead of his insides.

The miles passed. The distance went by, bit by bit, step by step. He soon found himself in the part. He saw a pink mare up ahead in jogging attire. As if his heart needed anything else to make it pound a little harder.

He forced a smile as he drew near. "Hey, Shining!" Damn it all.

"Hi, Princess."

"Just Cadance," she laughed, coming alongside him. She kept up without effort; she had always been a bit supernaturally light on her feet. "What's up?"

He paused. Not one of his flustered boy pauses, but a real hesitation. "Nothing," he said, too quick and subdued for it to indicate anything but distress."

She brushed his arm, curiosity and concern showing plainly. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just training hard. And you?"

"Stressed as ever. Celestia is making me accompany her in greeting the Usinorian delegation."

"So?"

"Bears. At midnight."

"Sounds dreadful."

"Tell me about it. And I've got a paper in the morning." She almost leaned on him.

Shining touched her back a little bit, hardly daring to. "Sorry to hear that, Cadance."

"Such is the life of a princess," she drifted off, starting to just slightly breathe heavier.

"You seem pretty calm about it."

"I'm not, actually," revealed the pink alicorn, huffing, "I just look like it."

"I couldn't tell, so you must be pretty good at it."

"And I can tell that something is bothering you, so care to share?" They were walking now. She tenderly touched his arm.

"Nah, it's nothing. Just a bit of friction with my mom..."

"Shining, are you sure that's it?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" He pulled his arm away. She frowned.

"I didn't say..."

"Yeah, you didn't," he growled before being able to stop himself.

Sounding a bit hurt, Cadance replied, "Are you sure nothing's wrong?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Twiley's fine. Everything's. Just. Fine. Just not getting along with my mom right now."

"Would you like to talk to me about it?"

"No. Now tell me about those bears again?" It wasn't a request. They didn't spend too much time together after that. She didn't touch him again, either. Shining felt badly about having snapped at her, and he also had a very bad sinking feeling that he wasn't done with her yet, that she was going to keep pestering him about his troubles. After all, princess of love, and his problem was with familial love. It was familial, wasn't it? He hoped that, whatever his predicament was, it wouldn't fall under her domain. The last thing he wanted to tell the mare he'd been crushing on for years was that he'd fucked his mom and now things were eighty parsecs past awkward and had taken a hairpin turn straight up Fucked Avenue.

The rest of the day just simply sucked. Thoughts of his mother went through Shining Armor's mind incessantly. They ended up making it near impossible to focus on anything or get anything accomplished. Unfortunately, exercising hadn't done much.

"I'm cumming."

"Cum for me!"

"Velour!" The stallion grunted, bucking his hips into her. He flared and surged forwards. She felt him hard as hell inside her. He pushed in deep. It frankly wasn't comfortable. He was too big for that. She felt him surging inside, dick twitching, spewing forth semen into the ballooning condom.

'Get off and get off already... Honest, my son's got point one percent your experience and you can't fuck a thousandth as well as him.' "Yeah, baby, give it to me. You feel so good." 'I frankly feel almost nothing. This is work; I'm not supposed to feel good.' Madam Eventide Velour bucked her hips, milking the stallion as best she could. She was glad he was holding her close and couldn't see her deadpan expression. He tried to kiss her, and she deflected his lips down to her breasts. That at least gave her a small thrill as he saw to her nipples, but it was like encountering the one spot of jam on a dry piece of toast.

"Fuck! You're the best. My wife can't compare to you."

'So, go teach her to, then. I'm sure she'd love to hear all about what a terrible lay the other mare is... What, does she just lay there like a fucking dead fish and let you get it over with? I would not be surprised if that were the case. Is she really so bad that you need to pay me a hundred plus bits every single week for a fuck that all but the least disinterested of asexual mares could give in their sleep?' "Oh, yes, she can't handle you." 'This one loves having his ego stroked. He's easy to please. Ask him about his latest office drama, let him bitch about his coworkers, then his wife, then suck his dick, then lie back for about five minutes and pretend he's the biggest, manliest guy to ever pierce a pussy, dirty talk him a little bit, and then let him blabber at you for the rest of the time.'

"You were incredible, Velour," he panted, his stiff wings starting to fold in while his cock softened.

"You too, babe."

'Slight twinge of the hips, a little gasp.' "You made me cum." 'Smile, give him half of a giggle. Now pat the side of the bed. Good, now he's out of you. Sweet relief; the bastard is well hung and just hammers away. I should try to avoid working more today if I can avoid it. At least the pay is good. Amazing how he'll believe I came if I just tell him I did. I'm honestly not the best actress. If I told half my clients I came, that'd be thrice as much as I actually do, including my orgasms from masturbating. Now, pat the bed and let him lay down alongside you. Just like so. Good. Now, put an arm around him and listen to him yammer away about sports or whatever.'

"So, anyway, I was playing hoofball this weekend when..."

Eventide Velour zoned out. 'I'll let him go on for a while, then I'll magically push forward the clock, making him none the wiser. He thinks he's some kind of marathon man in bed. Urg, I'm bored. Why does this guy have to be my most dependable regular. If only Gleaming Shield came around more often. No, not him exactly, just pretty much anyone but those two. This guy's my only booking for the day. Is it worth looking for another? Not really; I'm not in the mood for more mechanical, mindless, through the motions, work sex. Momma needs some lovin'. Shiny did it well.'

'God fucking damnit, Velour, you sick pervert! He's your other self's son!'

'And yes... we liked feeling him inside. Energy to do us well, but not big enough to make us sore. Cute, earnest, and nice to talk to. We sure don't mind kissing him, feeling him moan into us as he cums...'

"...I told Blazer Stitch that there's no way we're switching to a plaid..."

'You blew up at him when? Last week? No, a couple weeks ago, actually, plus some days now, too. Shattering that plate was far from the best move.'

'Damn, that's right. Now I feel like a bitch. What have we to feel bad about -- he started it, going behind your back to hire me, or was it behind my back to fuck you? Well, Velvet, you just had to push it. You had your inklings from us, but you just had to fucking go and confirm it -- couldn't let it be a shadow and a thought, now, could you?'

'It's funny, had I just stopped, I'd've never learned the truth and you'd still be getting to see him as a client. Too late for all us included, now, is it? We guess.'

"...I really won the game. Out of all my saves, that was easily my fourth best. I'll always remember my first great save. Let me tell you..."

'You haven't cum since you last felt your son inside you. Admit it, you want the boy, not that you will. That's your problem, that you lie to yourself about your wants and desires. You tell yourself you want your husband, but you really don't; he let you down all those years ago and now you're almost afraid to admit that there's still hope. You tell yourself you don't want your son, but in fact, you want to feel him lose control balls deep inside you, calling out "Mom! Mom!".'

"... I threw it back at the idiot in pinstripes..."

'And your problem, Velour, is you're a whore. You really have no standards, only prices. I know "Gleaming Shield" was a treat to you, as was that sienna pegasus. And a whore who'll fuck anyone indiscriminately shouldn't be giving a lady advice when she's trying to get adequately loved by just one gentleman in what I might add is supposed to be in an absolutely personal, non-professional capacity.'

"... I mean he had a MARE'S plot..."

'Maybe I don't. Look, you know this body is getting on in years. My husband is never around and I have plenty of sex doing, well, this, but I'm just an object of desire. It makes a mare feel special to know there's someone who would have sex with her anyway, just for the sake of it. I have nobody else to talk to. These past weeks have been terrible.'

'And whose fault is that?'

'Shut up. So anyway, Shining doesn't need me to be on point or in character. He's done me once as me, and he'll do me again. I need just someone to make me feel liked and wanted.'

'But what if he says no?'

'That'll hurt. I mean, I am the most dear mare in his life, and he'll be turning me away when I'm in most need of him to be there for more. The last thing I need right now is to feel ugly and rejected, especially by my own son.'

'And what if he takes you up on it? What then?'

'It'll feel good; you've trained him how to do it well. It'll confirm he still loves me and I haven't ruined what we had between us.'

'Is he your son or your paramour?'

'Shut up.'

'I mean it. If fucking him got you here, what makes you think that fucking him again is going to make it any better? And how are you going to feel afterwards? You shouldn't do this, no matter how needy you really are.'

'Shut up, whore. And why are you telling me to not bed him, anyway; aren't you all about fucking?'

'I guess it could not be too bad, if you were willing to admit that you actually want this instead of just resentfully quote unquote need it. You're attracted to that son of yours; he turns you on in the way your middle aged and older clientele just don't. He's strong, fit, young, gets really good erections naturally, and is eager to please. You just wish you didn't feel guilty as hell about wanting to fuck him.'

'Shut up, cunt!'

'What after? How are you really going to feel? How is he going to feel? Let me tell you, you aren't me; you can't just fuck anyone and write it off mentally as okay without lying to yourself. Here's how I see this going. You seduce him, he feels all bad and lets you do it, thinking it makes everything okay, you get your jollies, then, once your current flood of feelings is stemmed, reality catches up with you, causng you to once again have yet another majopr freak out just like the last time you fucked him, which will only end up ultimately making the whole clusterfuck even worse.'

'I don't need this, especially from you.'

'Velvet...'

‘...I remember when he came to me for help with chemistry...’

'Right there, that's what I'm talking about. You want him for your lover, but you can't stop seeing him as the boy you raised. That bit of cognitive dissonance is going to bite all of us in this hard, mark my words.'

'That's enough from you.' Twilight Velvet pushed forward the clock with her magic. "Oh, baby, I wish we could stay longer, but look at the time." She pointed at the clock.

"Already? But it's like we just started." The stallion borderline pouted.

"Well, time flies when you're having me, and you're a regular marathon stud." She stroked his ego, getting an agreeable chuckle from him.

She'd already begun levitating his pants over to him as he gave her breasts a final few squeezes for the road. "Guess I must've gone at it longer than I thought, huh. So, next week as usual?"

"Sorry, no, I'm on tour next week. I'll be visiting Manehattan..." 'Damnit, Velour, I know this guy sucks and all, but don't deny yourself the revenue.'

'The fact you're even this aware of what I'm doing is all the sign I need that you're in no condition for me to just plug away at this. Construct and core personalities shouldn't be able to just so easily talk like this.'

'True.'

"That's a shame. Well, let me know when you're back in town, okay?"

"Sure, sexy." He had his pants on. The mare slapped his ass at the door. "Now, go get em. I want to hear all about it next time."

"Yes, Ma'am." The stallion left with a grin.

"I need a fucking shower. Then I'm going home and getting some satisfaction."

'Or so you tell yourself.'

'Goodbye.'

With the door now closed, her horn lit up for several seconds. The pink and yellow colors fell away, leaving the white and purple mare looking exhausted.

Twilight Velvet remade the bed and threw away the used condom. Then she stepped into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, her shoulders sagged. Bags showed under her eyes, no longer hidden by the magic. Then, she made the shower run warm. Instead of scrubbing under it, she sat under the blast of water and just remained still, weakly stroking herself down. She rocked back and forth gently, tenderly, as if a wrong, sudden move would trigger some kind of lurking pain. Her breathing quickened.

Her fingers brushed against her pussy. They entered her, but no pleased moans came from her mouth, Instead, she began to scrabble at her hole, making hooking motions as if to remove some invisible intruder.

The water was running cold when she stopped. The cooling of the shower warned her of the passage of time. She dutifully washed herself down with soaps and shampoos, again, making sure to clean between her legs very thoroughly. Then, finally satisfied she was clean, stepped out. She yanked a towel from the rack and set to work scouring herself rougher than was strictly necessary. Then, she looked at herself in the mirror. She laughed, smiling ruefully at herself. Then she took a comb and the hairdryer, setting to work on looking less like a shaggy stray dog.

Twilight Radiance Velvet had everything perfectly poised for her master stroke.

Dealing with the daughter had been easy. She called Moondancer's mom and had a sleepover. Moony being a desperately lonely filly meant that her mother was so desperate for her daughter to have friends that she was a pushover to manipulate into a sleepover at a moment's notice. So the inquisitive one was gone and not a problem. Plus, she wasn't going to have to cook for her. It was feeling like it was shaping up to be a sweatpants and pizza with a trashy movie kind of night, no matter how good the much-needed fuck was going to be.

Her husband was out of the picture for three more days. Maybe. He would have the weekend home before jetting back off for Griffiya. She'd have to fuck him, of course. Maybe she'd ask him about changing jobs, or at least requesting assignments that didn't take him hundreds of miles away more often than they left him close to home. The clueless stallion, oh she loved him, and would love him more, if only he was actually there to love, and not too exhausted to love her back!

But last was her son. She had the whole scene worked out in her mind. He was going to come home, see her wearing just a long nightdress without a bra while perched over a counter with an open bottle of wine and two filled glasses. He wouldn't need too much persuading, or at least he’d better not. Then he'd follow her upstairs, bend her over her bed, and fuck her brains out. Afterwards, in the afterglow, he'd be happy, she'd be happy, and bygones would be bygones. Motherfucking done.

It took her very little time to get it all arranged. Then there was nothing to do but wait. She twinged with excitement, or was it a kind of anxiety, or anticipation? She squeezed her thighs together. It gave her slit some nice sensations, warming it up for the main event to come.

Deep down, Twilight Velvet didn't know what would happen if it didn't happen.

She was honestly more afraid of hearing him refusing than whatever sex with him would mean.

She needed him. She needed him to fuck her. She felt like shit. She felt bad about how she'd behaved and how she had treated him. She had to make this all better in the one way she knew how. Things couldn't be bad if they were having sex, right? She was stressed; an orgasm would make her feel better. Plus, a mate's touch would be soothing in and of itself. The inner ugliness she felt reflected on how she felt as a person. His lack of expressed love of late was not the most pleasant thing for her.

But why did it have to be him?

Her son, a being she had created and given life with her body, who had sucked her breasts in his first days, grown up under her, become a man with her guidance. The bond between mother and child was sacred, inviolable. She'd made him -- her vagina was only ever supposed to touch him once, and it wasn't meant to be at all sexual. Why did she want to fuck him? A bit of revulsion. How could she sexualize he who was once a little boy she had to explain to about not chewing with his mouth open? This was wrong of her, sick even. And yet, fucking him was a thrill, an unqualified thrill.

She just had to try it again. She had to have him have her. A good fuck, an orgasm to clear her head, that was what she needed. He owed his life to her; he could at least give her this little.

The door opened. In he came. Shining Paladin Armor, her son, her lover, her tormentor. She shuffled her thighs eagerly, already imagining the ghost of his touch spreading them.

"Hey, Shiny, C'mere." She patted the wineglass even as he approached. By the time he got there, a full glass was already poured out for him. He said something to her, but she wasn't paying attention; her mind was already face down, ass up, getting railed in the gutter. "Yes, it's okay," she replied.

Awkward silence as they both drank.

Eventually, he looked at her. "Mom, I'm sorry."

"For what, sweetie?" Velvet asked, giving her best doe eyes.

"For all that stuff with Velour." He was blushing fit to combust and stammering fit to rattle.

"Shiny, it's okay. you didn't know."

"But I should've." He cast his gaze down and took a big drink, draining most of his glass in a giant, guilty gulp.

She touched his arm. "It's okay. Hey, you didn't know about who she really was."

"But I chose her." He was rigid as a board. "I chose someone who looked like you."

'Prod. This is getting really interesting. "But it's not like you were looking for me, were you?" 'The prey is walking right into our sight. This is just too delicious.'

"N-no, I hope not?"

"Hope not? Now you're insulting me." Velvet stood closer. She drained her wine.

"S-sorry, Mom."

"Sorry?" 'Time to strike. "I'm not a young mare anymore, Shiny. I appreciate the attention. It makes me feel wanted..." She took his hand in her own and then pressed it to her breast. His eyes widened.

"What about dad?"

"What about him. This is our secret. I'm not mad at you, Shiny." 'Inhale. Sell that excitement. Touch him.'

"You're not?"

She laughed, "Why would I be mad at you for being a health young stallion and being attracted to mares. And, to be fair, you're coming out quite nicely.

Shining Armor was now blushing fit to ignite. Twilight Velvet now started slowly for the stairs. "You uh, didn't take it well, when you, uh, figured it out."

"I overreacted. And I'm so sorry. How about I make it up to you?"

"How?"

She shook her ass at him. "Come upstairs." She ran up first, letting her plentiful ass jiggle in his face. Oh, she was going to get her satisfaction from him, all right. Upon reaching her room, she threw off her nightie and sat on the edge of the bed, facing him. "Get naked and take me."

"Yes, mom," Shining armor grinned, clothes flying to the floor. He approached, starting to get erect. He paused. "Is this really okay, mom?"

She wouldn't answer him.

Velvet slid off the bed and got on her knees. Their eyes met. He stepped forward and she took him into her mouth. It hadn’t taken long for him to be ready for her. She wasted no time in stoking his fire, taking him deep into her mouth, sucking and licking the whole way down. He didn't reach far enough into her to make her gag. Perfect. One hand went to his balls, fondling them. Her other hand made the journey down south to her slit. She expected to find it dry, but instead, she was wet -- not soaking; she'd need to be either very well lubricated, or aroused as hell through foreplay for that, but still, here she was seducing and now blowing her son in her marriage bed, and she was responding in body already. It was hot.

And she hated it.

She sucked him well, touching herself to get the juices flowing. She had to be wet to fuck him. She had to fuck him. A hard member in her mouth, even her son's, made her feel a paradoxical blend of lust, pride, and disgust. Lust that she was in a sexual situation. Pride that her little boy was grown into a very healthy male. Disgust that she was getting aroused doing this to her very own little boy. She sucked harder and fasted, moaning a little bit, licking around the base. "Mom..." Shining Armor sighed at her, rubbing her mane affectionately. He wasn't ramming it in deep, he was expressing pleasure, and he was touching her right back -- Eventide had certainly, or more accurately, she, sorta kinda, had taught him perfect blowjob etiquette; let the lady love the length, show appreciation, toucher her, too, and guide her. "Kiss the head, please..." She did, licking around the frenulum. She made another humming noise. He shuddered a bit. "Oh, mom, this feels so good, you're amazing, you're beautiful." He gently caressed her cheek, gazing down at her while she made eye contact with him. She slowed, going for sensual. She felt his balls already beginning to tighten. She couldn't let him cum yet, not before...

She touched herself. She was definitely aroused now. She needed to feel something inside her. She slid in a finger at first, and then a second. She wasn't quite yet ready for penetration, thankfully. She didn't know if she could handle that. She played her clit with her thumb. The more she played, the faster she fellated. The faster the fellated, the more Shining expressed pleasure. Now, he was running fingers through her mane and guiding the pace and depth, making sure to not exceed her ability to handle depth or speed. That perfect fucking gentlecolt! And the more he expressed pleasure, she hornier she felt. And the hornier she got, the tighter wound the growing knot in the deep pit of her stomach was getting.

Her son's dick hardened. It tasted, well, like dick. She wanted to put it in her other lips. She figured he was pleasured enough to not make this bad. Her pussy was wet -- not lube wet, but real wet, wetter than she wanted. She was really enjoying this way too much.

Velvet swallowed him to the balls one last time before popping off to hop backwards onto the bed. "Enjoy mommy, Shiny." 'Twilight, that's enough! Let me handle this; you're looking for answers you don't want for questions you shouldn't ask. Stop it. Cast the spell and I'll take him from here. Ask him first to just close his eyes and hold you tender and he'll never know the difference. Please, let me do this! This isn't going to end well. Listen to me, I'm the construct personality in this gestalt; you're the core -- I'm supposed to protect you, I'm trying to.'

'Go fuck yourself.'

Velvet popped off Shining and stood up. She looked her son in the eyes and whispered, "Take me.". Then, with a grin and a needy look, he pushed her backwards onto the bed, falling softly, the mare nearly giggling with half ashamed excitement. He grabbed his mother's thighs and pulled her towards himself while he stood on at the edge of the bed. He rubbed on her entrance. She felt him, so hard, his dick was warm. She watched as he aligned with her and then sank in. Being filled was a curious sensation. It was like being, well, full, like having eaten a hot meal, which then proceeded to squirm around inside and make her feel nice funny. He gasped as he went inside, "Mom..." She wanted to tell him to shut up, but she said nothing. She rocked her hips a bit and brought her hand back to her clit. The other one rested by the headboard, presenting an inviting image to her mate. He began thrusting, shuddering in the initial pleasure. He hilted and grabbed her legs, holding them high and spreading wide. Some nice, deep spot in her pussy was touched. It felt nice, she guessed. She found her legs resting on his shoulders -- not the most comfortable position, but it let him in deep -- all the better to get him off. His hands found their way to her breasts. He groped and squeezed, and then suckled the nipples like a baby. Good tingles were coming from between her legs, too. Velvet bit her tongue to avoid letting out too much of a gasp. She wasn't supposed to feel good like this!

"Shiny..." Velvet found herself groaning, bile beginning to rise up from her belly to her throat. She pulled him around her, and he locked her in a loving embrace, deep inside her pussy. She touched herself, unable to make herself stop.

"Mom, mom, mom," he continued to moan. He held her deep, fingers digging into her. He hugged her tight enough almost to stifle her breathing. "Mom." He slowed his fast thrusts to go slower and deeper. He pushed her back and mounted her, laying full length atop her and between her thighs. He kissed her. She found herself kissing him back. He caressed her face, smiling. "You feel so good."

Velvet didn't want to agree. "Honey..."

He didn't notice the arsenic in that honey. He ploughed on ahead, thrusting deeper and with greater force. Velvet felt herself beginning to twitch. He had to come soon. She needed him to cum. He was feeling too good for her. He touched her all over. He stopped, just holding her. She caressed his back disinterestedly. "Do you love me?"

He couldn't see it, but a truly wicked grin crossed his mother's face. She hid it to lock eyes with him. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He reared back, squatting between her thighs now, thrusting again. He rubbed her body. "You're so beautiful."

'Stop it! Don't make love to me; fuck me!' His hands were on her breasts, stroking her stomach, stroking her mane. he was drinking in the sights and sensations of his mother, the dearest mare in his world, the one to whom he owed his existence. And his mother was rocking her hips in time with his, using her legs to pull his ass towards her, and rubbing away at her clit as they copulated. All the while, her free hand was balled into a fist so tightly the nails bit into her palm, not that her son was really paying attention.

"I never knew how good it could be without a condom, Mom..."

'Oh, shit. I'm protected, but... Shining Armor is my son; I can't touch my son in this way. It feels good, really good, but I don't want this. I don't want his raw body to make me feel this good; it's too intimate. Please, Shiny, cum soon; I can't have you in here too much longer.'

Sparks of pleasure were coursing throughout Velvet's body. She no longer felt doubtful or ugly now. Rather, she felt wretched -- ugly on the inside. But she needed the pleasure. So long as he was fucking her, the ebb and flow of their bodies, and the tides of her pleasure, could keep her distracted. And if she didn't cum, it'd all be for this without even granting her the release she so desired. But if she did cum, that was a whole other nightmare she didn't want to ponder. She masturbated and egged her son on. They kissed and kissed. She hung herself off his neck and arched her back.

She felt him harden. She was panting and shaking, despite herself. Shame was boring her deeper than her son's dick. Mother and son, here they were, at the peak of intimacy.

And she would have given anything for it to not be so. Anger rose up with more bile. Anger at herself, at first, for engineering this. But then it turned to the dear boy loving her as if she were his very own lady. With every thrust into her and every caress of her breasts and moan of her name, she felt magma flowing within her, threatening to spill from the cracks at any moment. She clawed his back, letting out a moan. He only fucked her faster. God fucking DAMNIT!

Her son kept calling her name, mom, with ever heightening frantic urgency. He was kissing her deep at both ends. He hilted and spasmed. "Oh, Mom! I'm cumming!" She almost puked, but lust and pleasure overpowered her. He thrashed, calling her name. She felt him surge and twitch.

He spewed and dribbled into her, suffocating her, flooding her, even as her own body writhed in orgasm, out of her control. She heard him cry out. "I love you! I love you!" He kissed her before she could say anything.

He bucked into her. A warm feeling was spreading throughout her core, her depths. Her son was cumming inside of her! This was wrong, so very wrong. No stallion for a long time but her husband, his father, had cum inside her, raw, and given her his essence, but here he was, doing that. She felt defiled, violated, betrayed. This wasn't supposed to happen; it never was meant to be. But here she had wanted it, engineered, provoked it, hoped for it, and now she was reaping ecstasy from it.

Shining was slowing, and her own tremors were beginning to calm. He broke the kiss.

"I love you! I love you!"

Hearing that while feeling his seed flooded into her first made her heart swell with warmth. Then, she remembered who she had just fucked. Her balled fist crashed into his gut.

"I hate you!"

His eyes shot open. Instantly, he shrank away, but was still inside. He began to draw out, looking like a man staring down a live weapon. "Mom...?"

"I hate you."

He was trembling. He released her, looking like a kicked puppy. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you disgusting fuck, I hate you." She forced calm in spite of her own inner cyclone. "Get off me, get out, and leave me alone." Venom flowed from her like a geyser.

"M-Mom, you ca-"

"GET OUT!" Shining sprang from her, running naked out the door with his clothes in his arms. She felt his jizz now dribbling to her outside. Once warm, it was now cooling rapidly, much like her rage. Velvet felt tears come streaming down her face. She gathered the blankets around herself and wrapped up in them. Tears flowed. The fury was gone. Sobs racked her. "Shiny, I'm so sorry!"

'I told you.'

But Shining wasn't there to see her. He was already in his room, grabbing his things. His clothes, his ruck, his computer, his charger, his phone. He didn't know where he was going to go, but he didn't care; he just needed to get out of there. Before even a minute had passed, he was out the door. He had to get out of there. He had to find someplace to stay until it all blew over. But where and with whom? He ran, not really caring where he went or what he looked like, barely holding in tears. His mother had hurt him. She had loved him. She had held him. She had said it was all okay. She had even kissed him.

Then she ripped his goddamn heart out. It hurt, it felt like he'd been physically struck with a hammer. His chest ached and he didn't know why or how. It was hard to breathe; words barely formed into sentences in his mind; all that worked was the burning desire, an itching in his legs, to run as far and fast as he could. It had been just like last time. No, worse than last time, even.

But who would he stay with? Arrow was going to be nestmating, and he didn't want to interrupt that. Sprocket was in Ponyville for the foreseeable future. Cadance? Was he crazy? Dad? Was he truly crazy?

He stormed around, sprinting, then running, then jogging, and then, finally, panting and barely moving, coming to a half on a park bench. He looked up and saw a familiar statue. At least he knew where he was. It was late evening, so hardly anyone was there. He held in tears, because big colts didn't cry. Instead, he just hugged himself, body shuddering, and not in delight this time.

Why had this happened? What did he do wrong? Why was his mother suddenly so angry with him? What was wrong with her? He had no answers and was afraid to ask. Even worse, because of the violence of her lashing out, what was wrong with him? How could the kid mare, who had raised him from cradle, suddenly do this to him? He'd apologized and stayed out of her way ever since the fateful night the truth about Eventide Velour and his had been revealed. For two weeks and perhaps more now he had done so, and she had seemed to calm down; she had even claimed to have forgiven him, even. Then she seduced him. He came. She came. He had held her, clung to her, silently released a few tears of strong emotion, feeling that closeness in his heart restored. She had beckoned him on, held him in as he ejaculated, giving himself to her completely, holding her close, kissing her, calling her name. He wanted to show her that he cared about her, that he was her son, he cared about her, and just wanted to make her happy. He hadn't planned on having sex with her; that was her idea, but he didn't know how he could have said no, especially not when she was inviting him into her bed. He had given her exactly what she had wanted of him, hadn't he? Good sex, and she'd cum, too. Why, then, did she hate him? Hate him. Hate her very own son! And all he'd wanted to do was just make her happy. How did it go so wrong? Why? He tore at his mane. And what was this feeling like being unclean? Why did he want to rip his skin off and boil in a hot bath? He screamed in frustration. "FUCK!"

His cry echoed around the deserted park. That felt good, hearing his own voice, almost as if he wasn't alone in this. In the orange glow of a street lamp, Shining Armor let out some tears, unwittingly, silently, against his own will. He didn't resent them as much as he wished he could. A warm breeze came through the rustling trees. It reminded him of a mare's touch and he turned into it, wishing it would grow arms and hug him. But here he was, all by himself. If only he could touch someone. Maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much as if there were a gaping hole in his chest. Was this what they called heartbreak?

He didn't know how long he stayed there. The sky had been starting to twinge towards yellow when he had returned home, that he certainly knew for sure. It had to have had been no more than moderately more orange when he had fled the disaster at home. It had been orange, he believed, when he had arrived at the park. And now that he was calming down and much more aware of himself and his surroundings, despite the overwhelming inner turmoil, it was a dusky umber veering into blue.

Nightfall. Damn. He needed a place to stay; he couldn't go home that very night, that much was sure. Even if his mother let him, he couldn't bring himself to face her, not after he had somehow caused her great distress, and then, to his shame, instead of being a man and comforting her to resolve, fleeing like a bitch and moping all over town about it. Truly he was fine Royal Guard material if they ever needed a pony to fake retreats. He was so glad nobody he knew had seen him.

He got his phone out and started looking for cheap hotels near him. It didn't take long for him to find one that was actually affordable, plus had free wifi and breakfast. It looked shitty, but it was better than having to crawl somewhere and begging for shelter, and it definitely beat spending the night homeless. He entered the address into his navigation program. He sighed, settling down for a long walk. At least he was in good enough shape for it to be more of an inconvenience than a real problem.

Just as he was starting out, he heard a familiar voice. One he did not want to hear right now. "Shining Armor?" He turned to look behind him. And there, in the flesh, was Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.

"Hi, Cadance," he echoed hollowly.

Cadance immediately frowned. "Are you okay, Shining?" She hung an arm around his shoulders from behind and they started walking.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just. Fine. Cadance." She frowned more, but brought her other hand around to touch his arm.

"Your mom still?" Silence. "Shiny?" More silence. "You don't have to say." Even more silence. Several minutes’ worth.

"Her."

"What's going on?" He knew he ought to be more defensive and not look like a wimp in front of this mare, but just the fact that she was touching him made him feel so much better that he could not bring himself to brush her off. He felt like a little girl, honestly. If he wasn't so thoroughly down already, it would have pissed him off.

Oh, the things he could tell her! Oh, the storm in his heart. Oh, the void in his chest. Oh, the curses ringing in his ears. Oh, the shame. Oh, the scandal. Oh, the confusion in his breast. But he could not. Even thinking about confessing his great sin to Cadance made him think he'd rather still be shot. He could tell her a little lie to maybe get some advice to make the whole nightmare slightly less fucked. He opened his now curiously desert dry mouth. "I don't know how to talk to her."

Cadance nuzzled into him. "Oh, that's easy." He felt the urge to punch her. She must have felt his clenching, because she stopped touching him and stood opposite him, looking him in the eye. She then grasped his hands. "Just tell her how you really feel, Shining. Let her know that you love her and just want to communicate what you want and how you feel. She's your mom; she loves you and would never do anything to hurt you." He barely avoided wincing.

"Oh, okay, I'll try. Thanks, Cadance." She smiled and nodded.

"And, Shining..."

"Cadance?" Their eyes met. He gazed into her pink eyes, pink like rose quartz crystal. They were so beautiful -- he couldn't look away. And she likewise was staring. A lump formed in his throat. Their heads started to come together. Were her lips closing? No! He shook his head, breaking the embrace and shattering their trance. Suddenly, pressure welled up behind his eyes. "I gotta go!"

"Seeya, I guess!" Cadance called from behind him as he strode away on autopilot, sounding at least four feelings at once.

Whatever relief Shining Armor may have felt instantly melted away the moment he fled Cadance, just like he had fled his mother. Fuck him! His heart let itself go into the black pit of despair once again. He had just alienated the very last pony he had ever wanted to push away because he was too much of a fucking pussy to face her like a man. He had just ruined a good thing before it had even started by being a stupid jerk to the one pony who showed him any thought at all twice in the same day. God damn him!

As he neared his hotel, one thought reemerged over the regret and pain: touching Cadance had been nice. Feeling his mother from the inside made him feel good. He needed a mare, and he needed one now. That would make it stop. It had to work, it just simply did. And so, as he reached his room, he found an escort on his phone and sent her a message. He couldn't be alone right now; he just couldn't. His thoughts were a disease, and the only cure he knew of lay between thighs. He didn't even care about who she was or what she looked like, so long as let him have what he craved like water in the desert. All that mattered was getting some pleasure to take him away from this black pit.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!"

Author's Note

And thus ends the chapter. That got dark. What could happen next? How will Velvet and Shining ever reconcile? Can they even reconcile? Can Shiny pull out of his downward spiral, or how much lower still is rock bottom? What will Velvet do, now knowing that she really does crave her son? And what role will Cadance have? Read the next chapter to find out! As always, feedback is appreciated and very much hoped for.

Thanks to Sparky Brony for primary editing! If you haven't checked his stuff yet, go do that!

Thanks to Dragonborne Fox for helping so much with Velvet's POV sex scene. If you haven't read her Arcane yet, go do that right now!

Thanks for reading, and double thanks for those of you who commented. I promise chapter 5 will be out in November.

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