Chapter 5. Blue Velvet

"Mom, where's BBBFF?"

Twilight Velvet turned to look at Twilight Sparkle. The damn bookhorse was turning out to be more inquisitive, and annoying than she'd bargained for. She gave a practiced smile that Velour would have commended and replied sweetly, "He's with his friends, dear. He's camping out with Spring Sprocket over at Rainbow Falls."

Twilight Sparkle met her eyes with a pout. They shone with intelligence. "But why didn't he tell me?"

"I guess he forgot, Sweetie, running off like the boy he is. Don't worry, he'll be back, I hope." Velvet hated the look on her daughter's face. Were she a bit older and more socially adroit, she would have finished crossing the line from confusion into outright skepticism. What else was Velvet supposed to do? Tell the truth. She imagined saying, "Twilight, don't talk to me about your brother right now. I fucked up royally by fucking him, and then I went psycho on him for reasons I'll need to talk to my therapist about, and now he's hiding out somewhere and it's all my fault. Please don't tell your father. And by the way, I'm a whore." That would work out amazingly. "Anyway, Twilight, how is your homework coming along. Is it done?"

Twilight Velvet never got her response, for just then, before her purple filly could say anything, the doorbell rang. Velvet went to get it, thankful for the distraction from her sins. She opened the door to see Cadance standing there, just as planned. "Hello, Mrs. Sparkle."

"Cadance, so nice to see you. Thanks for coming on such short notice. I have some emergency errands to run, and thank you so much for being the best foalsitter ever."

"Oh, no problem," smiled back the pink princess, albeit with some discernible tension.

"Anyway, there's yogurt and crackers in the usual spot, and Twilight's got some extra credit homework she can't wait to get started on."

Cadance replied, "Sounds about right to me." Velvet was handing over Cadance's pay envelope when she was interrupted. "By the way, you haven't seen Shiny around, have you?"

Taken off guard, Velvet stiffened before answering, "No, he's camping with Fletched Arrow. He'll be back before too long."

Cadance arched an eyebrow as she saw the packet and took it. "Oh-kaaay..."

Velvet instantly knew that Cadance wasn't buying, so she hurried it along before she dug herself an entire crypt. "Anyway, I'll be back in a few hours. Money for pizza is under my placemat if I'm not back by seven, and the wifi password is Atsacoj. Well, you smart fillies have fun; mommy has some errands to run soon." Her mind turned to the appointment -- outcall to a private residence down in the foothills. She knew the place well, and even though it was work sex, she couldn't help but dance her thighs together a little bit like she was a randy teenager all over again, teasing out that new tingle in an old place. “Anyhow, I better get going. Thanks again, seeya!" Velvet practically blurted out, almost jumping out the door and thumping Cadance with her very overweight messenger bag. It was with a significant sigh of relief that she relaxed at the sound of the door closing. "Way to go, Twilight, smooth as fucking silk."

And then she realized that the envelope she had given Cadance had a very familiar stallion's cursive hand on it spelling out a certain pseudonym. She'd just paid Cadance with an envelope used for Velour!

Shit.

An acid knot formed in the pit of her stomach and worked its way up to her chest before conspiring to cloy around her heart. Cadance's look as she had eked an escape had said it all; this wasn't over, not one little itty bit. Velvet willed herself to walk. It was a half mile to the bus stop she needed, from there a forty-five minute ride to her outcall destination. She would assume the role of Velour once she was about to meet the client, but wouldn't put on the dress until she'd gotten to his bathroom first.

The simple knowledge that she was going to have a curious Cadance to contend with really did not help matters. Her son was MIA. At least the police hadn't said anything about him, nor had any news websites. Twiley had not been taking it well. Sure, she had some endurance, but the neuroticism and anxiety inherited from hers truly was going to show before long. And then there was the matter of Night Light. Simply put, her husband was due back in a few weeks. On that front, she was sure. It wouldn't be too hard to find Shiny, though the little fucker, because his libido had started all this, had better come to her first. She couldn't be the first to cave; to do that would be admitting fault, that she had lusted after her son, copulated with him, seduced him, even deflowered him. A mare her age... Velvet knew what they'd say about the pairing just on that gap alone, never mind the consanguinity. Things had been rough enough with her getting cozy to a certain blue teenage highschool colt while she was a college mare.

She thought of being taken, a male embrace, feeling warmth on her and in her, with waves of pleasure washing over. A good dicking, that'd make it stop. It always did that. Her hand drifted down south, rubbing near her crotch, but she caught it with the other. No, not even one stroke of a fingertip, at least not now.

She barely noticed the bus now. Ponies just riding, standing or sitting, not paying attention to her. The isolation helped a bit; being anonymous made her just another face, rather than anyone exceptional in either morality or depravity. She ran things over with Velour.

'Okay, Velour, here's the sitch: one hour outcall with Adze Chisel.'

'Splendid. Can't wait. I know you can't either, even though he isn't your son.'

'Not now.'

'Well, things as they stand are in a crisis, so better right fucking now.'

'It's not a crisis. I have it all under control.'

'Last time you said that, you got your son tipsy and had your way with him before kicking him out of the house with jizz still leaking from his dick.'

'Shut it. You wanna be in charge of the sex, you get to be this time. He's asked for the usual.'

'So Madam Eventide Velour gets to play pretty pony dressup?'

'Yes, you're doing faux gentlecolt and lady thing.' Twilight could tell Eventide was happy to hear that.

Oh, goodie, I like getting treated like a lady.'

'It's the craziest thing you actually like doing this thing.'

'So says the mare who's convinced herself twice that fucking her son was a good idea and yet can't handle a bit of costuming and roleplay.'

'Shut up; you've fucked him way more and how am I supposed to take Adze seriously when he's being a borderline cartoon character.'

'One, I'm your gestalt; you're the one truly in control here. Two, you didn't have to see him as me, keep meeting him, or do him as yourself. Use some hair dye and insist on wearing something that’d cover your cutie mark. Three, I'm an expression of some parts of you as you'd wish them to be instead of a totally different person. Four, does the mare with a thing for virginal, younger stallions really not get the allure of being silly and cute?'

'Whatever! You clear? You up for this?'

'Roger roger.'

'Got it? Get it? Good! I swear to Celestia's sun, don't make me reprogram you.'

'As if you would alter your left hand.’

The rest of the trip was radio silent. Velvet found herself a couple miles north of the Carbuncle Cornice Rail Yard in a residential district made of low, squat, small houses smushed in between various three story apartment blocks. This was the part of town tourists didn't go to, not from fear, but ignorance, and a lack of reasons to trek over. The sun was going from white to yellow in the sky, casting long shadows on the boarded-up windows, overflowing dumpsters, and giving a faint, grainy shine to the grime on the graffiti. After many minutes of walking, Twilight Velvet saw herself at her destination. She hid behind the dumpster and did the spell to accentuate out her gestalt. Eventide Velour emerged from behind the dumpster. She climbed the stairs to her liaison with an eager swing in her hips, whistling an upbeat tune, apparently carefree.

But on the inside, a few things gnawed at her. There was the question of Velvet and her family woes, if this was the right place, if she'd be paid right, if all bodies involved would cooperate, and so on. But those would have to wait, because for the next hour, she was going to play with her absolute favorite out of all her clients. Far cry from her most hated -- Hren...

She knocked on the door. Ra-rap. Ra-rap. Silence. Steps approaching. She felt conspicuous. Not even three seconds later and she was already feeling self-conscious, wishing the fucking asshole would hurry up and get her out of sight, not that there was anything wrong with being just a mare going about her business – pre-appointment jitters exacerbated by other concerns on top of the special anxieties of doing outcalls to a residence.

The door opened, and she was ushered inside by a handsome stallion. Auburn of coat and tall of body -- at least a solid two meters of fine muscle, a rugged face growing a small beard, eyes that shone with kindness, and an undeniably virile scent that made her want to swish her hips a little extra. Beneath his tweed suit and fedora, she knew there were buff biceps, chiseled pecs, washboard abs, buns of steel, iron thighs, and killer calves. And inside his pants was waiting a truly magnificent cock. And to this she got paid to spend a solid hour with this spectacular specimen who loved as good as he looked.

She'd fuck him for free. Fuck that. She'd pay him to fuck her.

"M'lady, welcome to my humble abode," he greeted her, ensconcing her in an embrace as he took her into his dingy apartment. "I hope thy journey went well." He spoke with a fake Canterlot noble accent, with obvious, big spades of borough Manehattan showing through like light through old shutters. He had a voice like gravel, yet with a humorous edge that made him feel like the world's toughest teddy bear.

"Tis good to see you again, Mister Adze Chisel," replied Velour, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, a chaste peck, but one that made her chest flip. She broke the kiss. "I shall adjust mine costume without delay," she said, going into his cramped bathroom and shutting the door.

She flipped on the lights, knowing their position from familiarity, and there, beside the sink, was his envelope. A crude heart with a faux fancy hand capital v inside penned on it in red ink. She opened it and took inventory -- one hundred and ten bits total. One hundred bits as per normal, plus the ten percent outcall surcharge, considering the added inconvenience and risk. Eventide stripped naked and opened her bag. Inside were supplies: silicone lube, condoms, deodorant and a strapless elegant silk party dress with a full length skirt. She first used the toilet, then applied a big helping of silicone lube to guarantee she'd be ready for the whole session, even though this client was one of the few for who she really wouldn't need any kind of aid at all. As she did this routine, she ran through her mental checklist and notes about the client and date. She put on the dress and delicately applied some red lipstick. She was now his painted lady, ready for action.

She stepped out of the bathroom.

Madam Eventide Velour kissed her gentleman caller on the lips, sucking on them, inviting with her tongue. His muscular arms reached around her back, but unlike that boor from a couple weeks ago, his touch was very different. Gentle, perhaps even reverent, would be the best way to describe it. The earth pony was relishing kissing her, practically purring fit to make the small apartment thrum with the vibration.

"Tis good to see you again, my lady," he said, his gravely, working class Manehattan borough accent still showing despite his best attempt at genteel Canterlot speech.

"Indeed, good sir," Velour said back with a smile. "How fare you of late?"

"Hungry, Lady Velour, for your lips." He kissed her again, pressing harder this time. His fingers began to dig into her back through the silk of her dress. She caressed him in return between the shoulder blades, running her digits along the tweed fabric of his suit. She had no idea why this blue collar construction worker insisted on this ludicrous play at a farcical idea of upper crust courtship, but she could not deny he was likely her favorite client. She knew from her built anticipation, plus from when she had brushed down there while changing clothes, that her natural juices would be flowing for him.

"Pray tell me more, good sir, Adze Chisel?" She kissed him back, kneading into his scapula’s. Hard muscles tensed beneath her touch; she could feel them through the fabric. A primal thrill ran like a small electric current down to her pelvis. She knew what his hard body could do...

Adze Chisel stood up to his full height, resting his head atop hers, sighing happily, "Of course, my dear lady, but first, we have far more earthy delights in which to partake." He hugged her tightly -- his form dwarfed hers like a tower of masculinity. She felt like a tiny bunny being toyed with by a great wolfhound, but she knew he wouldn't hurt her. His fingertips brushed against her shoulders, then poked under the fringes of her dress. He noticed the lack of bra straps and smiled, massaging her.

She leaned into his touch, enjoying the magic way he found knots she didn't even know she had in places she didn't even know could get knots. "Oh, my gentlecolt, marry me," she moaned happily.

"Now, now, my sweet, it's not the place of the lady to propose marriage."

"Oh, forgive ME!" Velour gasped as something popped audibly into place. "How im-po-prieto-us!"

Adze smiled genuinely. Leaning down, he nibbled her earlobe. "Perchance, my lady, wouldst thee desire to shudder in ways yet more sensual?"

Velour couldn't hide her enthusiasm. "Absolutely, your lordship." She leapt onto the edge of the bed and hiked up her skirts, revealing her already wetted pussy. The smells of sweat and sex were beginning to permeate.

Adze knelt, eyes even with hers. He licked his lips. "You're so beautiful, Madam. Allow me to let you feel as beautiful as you are."

"Please, by all means."

He kissed her on the lips, deeply. Then, he kissed her in a trail from her cheek, down her throat, onto her collarbone. Eventide shuddered in anticipation. His powerful hands pulled the edges of her dress down, causing her bountiful breasts to spill out. "May I?"

"Indeed."

He kissed them without delay, starting with the swells themselves, before planting spirals of kisses and caresses around, converging on the nipples. As he brushed her areolas, her pupils dilated. He focused on her breasts one at a time, gently holding it up to his mouth so he could savor it. His suckling turned her on, crossing the border from touch to eroticism, with more than a little dash of intimacy. She rubbed his head, feeling his thick hair. His beard slightly tickled her, but she focused instead of letting him have at her. He nestled his head between them, giving each one a deep, slow, appreciative squeeze, followed by drawing back to kiss each one up and down. "You are so splendidly divine, my lady, not even Celestia could compare."

"Thou art a flatterer."

"No, is but truth."

"S-stop!" Eventide Velour hissed at him, suffering under the electric current of his deft ministrations. Her heat began to rise, feeling his hand down on her thigh. He massaged the leg with his thumb, making slow circles with deep pressure, multitasking in his worship of her feminine form. His hand neared her sex. She could feel his warm grasp. How she was so eagerly anticipating him. Unlike most clients, where the sex was something to be done and her pleasure was to some degree acted and incidental, she rarely had to fake with this one. He could read her body like a book; not a slow study for a stallion who admitted he’d dropped out of school at fourteen to work in his dad’s bricklaying business.

"I shan't."

"You rogue!" He said nothing back. Just then, his thumb brushed against her clit. A spike of pleasure washed through her, wiping out all her theatrical objections, and turning her foundations of rational thought into soft silt. Instinct prompted her to spread her legs wider completely without thought. She could smell herself, her musk radiating into the studio apartment like a heavy perfume. His thumb went around her clit in small circles, giving her sparks of pleasure. Sometimes he pressed lightly, sometimes he pressed more heavily, but always teasing, never touching directly. She gave a slight whine, grinding into his touch, trying to provoke him to speed up and become more aggressive. She looked at the top of his thick, tousled locks, knowing that beneath them was doubtlessly a wicked grin, the expression of a male profoundly enjoying the magic he was working over her with just the barest of touches. She found herself giving some very unladylike gasps and pants so soon into her erotic torment; he had yet to truly make her scream.

Then she felt his fingers leave her body and find her wetness. Without a word, but not without a faint chuckle, Adze teased her entrance with his digits. Velour became suddenly aware of an ache within her body for something, like a hunger. Her hips rocked sideways and he humored her, sliding his first two fingers in between her lips and into her vagina. They slid in so easily, and within seconds, he was in with a third and all the way the where they joined with his hand She felt her cheeks go hot; she knew what was coming next. He began moving his fingers in and out, fucking her with his hand as he kept up the clitoral teasing with his thumb, and his other hand staying up above to tend to her needy bosoms.

Her hands wandered all over his head and shoulders, running fingers through his hair, caressing his face and neck, gasping and sighing like the more considerate of her lovers were wont to do when she took them into her mouth, affirming the gift of pleasure. Or just ram in her face if they weren't considerate. She preferred to imagine the former scenario, unless she was in a very particular mood.

Then, Adze Chisel kissed a trail down her chest, her belly, and hips, finally kissing her at her most sensitive spot as he dove in with his fingers. He raked them inside her, hitting an exquisite spot on her front wall. Velour jolted with a spike of pleasure, crying out. She tensed and tugged on his hair. "Savour, my fair lady," he laughed in throaty baritone approaching bass, not even bothering with the accent in his amusement.

He repeated the motion, and again the pleasure swelled. "OH, fuck!" He simply laughed in response to her panting, kissing her clit and sucking. Eventide's body twisted as electricity buzzed between her legs. He brought his tongue down to her entrance and licked and he fucked her with his hand, delivering long, steady licks in time with his ministrations, from opening to clit, twisting and stroking inside her with his fingers, and grinding around the outside with his knuckles. Velour threw her head back, letting out a moan of pure enjoyment. One hand animatedly pet her lover, the over flew to her breasts and found her sensitive nipples begging to be played with. Velour gasped in continued pleasure, feeling her body losing control, pressure building inside. Words were failing her -- she felt hot, so hot, so wonderfully full of heat, like a primal itch was taking over her entire body. She shoved her hips against Adze's face. "More, sir, please, more!"

"As you wish, Madam."

It felt good. No, not good, not even great -- amazing! Little whines escaped between her lips. Adze grabbed her by the ass and dug in voraciously, eating her along her whole slit. Her legs closed around his shoulders. There was one last threshold of pleasure -- should she warn him? She didn't squirt, but -- no, too late now! She dug her nails into his strong shoulders, whimpering, "I- I'm...!"

White hot pleasure engulfed her from head to toe as the sentence died in her throat. "Adze! Adze!" she cried joyously, shuddering with every lick and kiss he gave her with relish. Her heart hammered away as she endured a merciless assault of carnal bliss. Heaven was between her thighs. In that moment, Velour felt even the lingering fears from Velvet vanish into the ecstasy. She shut her eyes, watching patterns of light dance across her vision as frantically as her hips writhed and jerked in their sensual frenzy. She leaned back, gasping, panting, fighting to breathe. She tingled down there -- so sensitive, so intense, so good it almost hurt. She had to push him off, wordlessly begging him for some mercy.

Madam Eventide Velour flopped backwards onto the bed, her brain soaring somewhere beyond the edge of the galaxy, her heart running like stampeding buffalo, and her vocal chords nearly hoarse from screaming.

"Is my lady satisfied?"

"Oh-oh yye-ey-esss, verrry," she slurred, propping herself up to look at him as she spoke. He clambered onto the bed while she was still an incoherent mass of pleasured jelly and held her. "Marry me!" Eventide Velour blurted out, curling up against his chest. They both laughed.

He gave her several minutes. She knew what was going to come next; her eyes had told her all she needed to know as she watched him go in for the kill with the protrusion from his hips. Alas, her playtime was over, not that it was anything to mourn. However, her jaw gave a bit of a preemptive phantom pout, for she was not a snake. The escort slid her fingers down her client's body, deftly wrapping around the appendage when they found it. He was huge, and hard to match. She always felt a small knot of anxiety form in her stomach every time she contemplated taking this particular client's big cock. Despite all the hype, and her own personal erotic expertise as a venusian veteran, servicing particularly endowed clients was never as enjoyable to her as she felt it ought to be, even though instinct did definitely make her love the visual and tactile appeal of a big cock, just like how even though there were spicy peppers in beautiful colors, putting them in her mouth would be distinctly far less comfortable than just admiring them.

Being a professional, Velour put on her best sexy grin, kissing and making eye contact. She said huskily, "Hey, how about I make your toes curl, too...?" Her hand brushed his cock. He grinned right back, squeezing her onto it. Outwardly, she licked her lips. Inwardly, she gulped. She magically grabbed a condom, but held it out of sight. "Recline, good sir." He did. "I want to taste you..." Velour purred, sticking out her tongue, giving him the first lick all the way from balls to head.

Adze's dick was substantial, at least eight if not nine inches long, and just a little bit too thick to fully wrap a single hand around. Madam Eventide Velour was unspeakably grateful in that moment that Adze Maul Chisel wasn't a huge fan of oral, or marathon sessions, or rough sex, though as she licked him, she felt that tingle down below again. Even though his dick was too big to be properly practical, something about it made her primally crave it. She sped up her licks and soon felt him standing up quite hard, but she had a couple more tricks before she took him inside. Opening her mouth, she blew him sideways as if playing a harmonica. He caressed the back of her head, guiding her, thanking her, provoking her, all without words, but not roughly, giving her the places and paces, but letting her choose the method. Velour eventually came up to the bulging head and opened her mouth wide. She could just take it in and sucked. Her partner tensed before letting out a throaty sigh of satisfaction.

Encouraged, the escort accelerated her pace. Before long, she had the first three inches of length in her mouth. Was it worth trying to take him into her throat? Not really, no. She could, but didn't want to feel like the front of her gullet was flapping around loose for the rest of the day. Instead of playing primarily with her mouth, she let her hands do the talking. Carefully, she massaged his balls, gently as if handling fragile Fabergé eggs. He liked this, and she noted his grateful pats on her shoulders. His balls tightened a bit -- time to move onto the next thing. She brought them up the shaft, using the spit she had left all over with her tongue to massage the towering cock. She used both hands in tandem to go up and down and all around. He was now fully hard for sure. She hummed, feeling the vibration purr along the length, from head to sack. His body was prepared; now all her good gentleman needed to do was let her know, hopefully soon, before her jaw got the idea to lodge a formal complaint.

The appreciative stallion brought his hands from her shoulders to her breasts. He squeezed softly at first, but soon with more vigor. Pleasure made her shudder as he worked around her areolas and ever so finely brushed her nipples. This was just the appetizer for him, but an after dinner treat, a nice long desert. Another twinge of anticipation danced between the mare's legs -- she was going to fuck this magnificent cock. But first, certain necessities...

"Please, ride me in reverse, so that I may see thine heavenly haunches."

Velour stifled a goodnatured laugh as she got up to mount him.

Her practiced magic opened the condom wrapper and got out the little rubber. She touched herself down below -- absolutely good to go. Grateful for the silicone lube plus her own natural secretions, she was a little less anxious about what was to come next. She popped off the dick for a second to place it on the end, then she lowered her mouth to meet it. Bracing with her lips, she pressed down, applying the condom in one smooth, steady bob of her head.

She shunted over, positioning herself backwards over him, hiking up her skirt to grant him a full view of her ass, squatting low over his dick. She brushed it against her entrance, rubbing along her slit to get the both of them ready for the plunge.

By her reckoning, she could handle him for about five minutes, which was good, because he normally came after four, usually... She remembered to not count on taking any more appointments for the rest of the day, and ideally the day after, too.

The tip was against her, lubricated. She grimaced and pressed down. It went in. So far so good. Slowly, Eventide Velour sunk down, feeling her mate fill and stretch her. It was very pleasurable at first, but a bit uncomfortable, sorta like having a stomach full of her favorite meal a few mouthfuls short of being stuffed, but the pleasure outweighed everything else. She squeezed on his legs, heeding the primal call to claim him, and rocking her hips slowly, she worked him deeper and deeper, inch by inch. The tension and friction were immense. She gritted her teeth. She touched herself down there -- too soon, too raw from just getting her brains slurped out her pussy. He grabbed her ass, squeezing slightly, letting his restrained enthusiasm show. Words could not describe how happy Velour was that he didn't insist on slamming all the way inside and hilting. She made pleasured noises -- some for real, some for show.

Then she felt resistance with the first twinge of pain. Okay, that was as far as he was going to go for now. Leaning forward, bracing on her hands, she began to work her hips properly now with roughly a third of him inside her. The instinctive part of her brain told her to just hurry up and take it all the way already, but she knew that would go terribly. Assuming she didn't hurt him by suddenly violently slamming her hips all the way down, there was no way her pussy was going to accommodate anything that large, let alone in a hurry; she'd be walking like a bow-legged cowpony for days, and unable to work for a week at least. Eventide sighed out a shiver of pleasure despite the discomfort. That primitive part of her that craved a mate, a masculine mate, was loving this just oh so very much.

"Deeper, please."

Velour didn't respond with words, instead working herself further onto the shaft. She shifted her legs, going from squatting to kneeling. Her burning thighs thanked her, and the increased stability made it oh so much more comfortable. Her stallion smacked her ass, turning her on. Now with her hands free, she touched herself down below. She felt her insides gripping that big thing tight. Tight, deep, hot... She wanted it! Adze bucked slowly, filling her deeper. She winced even as she moaned. She took one hand, and, leaning back, put it on his fabulous abs to both steady herself and restrain him. She braced and sat still, letting him work in and out of her while she toyed with herself. Pleasure from within and without began to mount. Tiny tingles of electricity skittered through her body, making her legs twitch and her heart flutter. She felt the flush of heat on her face, the first few droplets of perspiration forming on her brow and chest. After this, she'd have to invite him for a shower to get the telltale stench off -- what a shame she couldn't wear their combined musk for everyone else to smell, to know what a devious, libidinous mare she was, to see her walking down the street with that devilish sashay in her hips, smelling like sex, smiling just a little too much to be just randomly happy about nothing, a tiny streak of fluid running down her leg, all the while wearing a sexy little dress that revealed just a little bit more than the faintest hint of panty when wind and stride conspired together just so...

Minutes passed. Pleasure and pain mounted for her as her mate's pleasure rose to new heights with every single skillful swish of her hips.

Below her, her stallion's thrusts turned more unsteady and he squeezed her rump harder, digging in with his nails. "Shit," he groaned faintly in his Manehattan accent. She loved that masculine voice, and knowing that she made it crack and flutter like a shy, blooming youth. She brushed his balls, feeling them bunched up tight, engorged with hot blood. He hardened inside her, clenching even harder. "Eventide... Oh... Fuck... Me..."

"With pleasure," Velour teased, touching herself once more, suppressing her pain and enhancing her pleasure. She needed clit to cum, but penetration was definitely very much appreciated. He was far closer than her -- he always was when they did this, a pity. Just as she sank down, he rose up. She gasped. "Ah!" Half pain, half pleasure. All instinct.

He was trembling below her. She didn't need to ask. His cock was harder than granite. He moaned through gritted teeth, "Vellllouuuurr...! Urnh!" His cock surged, and she felt the first burst of cum swell the condom. She wished it could have been raw, but alas... Still, instinct drove her to take him even deeper, despite knowing what that entailed.

"Yes, yes, cum for me, deep inside mine depths."

"My lady!" He clung for dear life as she rocked her hips, going up and down as far as she could, but still not taking him all the way -- she wouldn't and couldn't. His moans incensed her desire, and so faster she rode, milking him over and over, just letting him spill everything he had for her. She grasped his steel thighs, feeling his vibrations transfer into her hands. His hips bucked and jerked, but not out of control. She had to tie him one day for sure. His grunts slowly softened, transforming into gentler sighs. His hands stopped clawing her backside. She felt him softening inside her. She savored her fullness for as long as it lasted, loathe to let such a marvelously magnificently masculine mate just go like that with a load still spilling from his cock. Even so, when he went soft and fell out, she silently sighed relief. The pain dropped immediately -- he had not been too rough. And despite her pleasure, work sex was still work, and so she abandoned her hopes for a second orgasm to let out a satisfied sigh and snuggle up with her client.

"Satisfied, my lord?"

"Fuck yes, my fair lady," Adze chucked, holding her close and squeezing her breast. "Pray tell, how long have we together still?"

"I do believe half an hour still to go, sir." And with that, she snuggled into him comfortably. He was warm and snuggly, and he smelled nice, too. "Have you any recent travails of which to inform me?"

"Travails, my lady?"

"Difficulties," she laughed, kissing him on the cheek.

"Oh. Sorry, I'm a dumbass. Anyway, I was spreading concrete when the new apprentice took a tumble into it."

"Oh dear. Was he injured?"

"Solely to his pride, my sweet, though I do fear for his ears, with how the foreman gave him a bloody row over it."

"Why? Surely he understands accidents happen, doth he not?" Eventide Velour asked, her mind enjoying the mental stimulation. With all the sex she had, and all the fun it could be, it was nice when clients were interested in her services instead of just being serviced.

Adze scratched his chin, drawing out a long, uncertain noise. "Eeeeyuuuuuurrr, yeeeah, tis not exactly so?"

"Oh, pray tell?" Velour nestled up under his chin like a mischievous puppy.

"There is always some mishap afoot with him. He is a dunce inveterate. Last week was concrete. Before that, he mixed up wrenches. Before that, broke a saw by using the wrong blade..."

Velour paused, thinking for several seconds. Eventually, she asked deliberately, "Does he put forth effort? Is he improving?"

"Yes, slowly, hence why I don't know if to keep him on or not. Boss wants the lad gone, but he's a good lad, merely supremely clumsy. As a journeyman, I have some sway, but patience among we craftsmen grows thin."

"I understand, my good tradesman. And so, ask me again next time, should he still be there. None of us was a master at first. If he puts forth effort, improves, and harms nobody, then I see no reason why he cannot be made one day a good worker. But if he improves not, or proves too much a hazard, then he must be sent packing."

A yawn and a sound of approval. "Thank you kindly, Eventide."

"Tis no trouble, sir." Velour was smiling genuinely; she loved getting to be more than just a fuck for her clients. Helping them with their little trials and troubles made her feel wanted and important, that these stallions and mares valued her enough to consult.

They cuddled, they kissed, they groped. "Tell me, my lady, how did you take up the call of the night?"

"Simple, my love, I am a beautiful lady."

"Undoubtedly."

"And I love sex. And being wanted by stallions. Plus I meet so many interesting ponies when, in my real life, I'm just a regular olderish unicorn. I love the attention. I love giving and receiving love. And I love helping ponies feel good. And why do we have our trysts? Why do you visit me?"

"Well," began her gentlecolt, "I like you Velour. You're kind, witty, beautiful... I, after my divorce, I uh am tender, but I still have a stallion's heart." He faltered. Velour kissed him.

"I'm glad you trust me. Care to go on?" Sometimes, she swore, he could get tongue tied over the silliest things. She felt Velvet inside her laughing. 'He trusts us; be kind!'

What? It's funny the tough, sexy, good in bed, ex married guy still gets flustered talking to a cute filly. What is he, a schoolcolt?'

"I, well, I-I like pretty mares, I like touching them, holding them, talking to them..."

"And having sex with them?"

He squeezed her breast lecherously. "Absolutely. And you're my favorite."

"Truly?"

"Indeed."

Eventide flushed, putting her hand on his chest and leaning into him, nestling in his arms. "Did you know that there are ponies who think I'm just a plain old bag of bones?"

"Really, Eventide, there are ponies who don't appreciate you?"

"Well, of course, my friend -- I'm not on point in makeup and dress all the time. Why last week, when I was shopping, I heard the most ghastly thing.

"What?" He was truly intent.

"Some mare with her husband asked him if I were pretty?"

"And?"

"He said she was much prettier," Velour faux pouted.

Patting her on the back soothingly, Adze gasped in mock outrage, 'The nerve. The dastardly cruelty to not recognize a truly queen of love and beauty when he saw her! And the audacity to disparage thy form. I shall duel him at once."

"For my beauty? Truly, am I so remarkable?"

"Indubitably, my sweet lady. With your silky mane, soft fur, warm body, high cheekbones, radiant eyes..." Adze kissed her cheek, trailing down from her neck to collarbone. He felt her chest. "Exquisite, generous breasts." He clasped her ass. "And a truly perfect posterior, an hourglass framed between the curves of your waste and shapely thighs. There are mares younger, bustier, thinner, but none of them has your simple, indisputable beauty so perfectly collated."

"Adze?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up; I’ll faint!" Eventide chortled giddily, kissing him on the lips, pulling him into a deep embrace.

He grew serious again. "Eventide?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Thank you for being so good to me. I genuinely never knew if I could be with a mare again. You helped me to trust and feel masculine again."

"Tis no trouble, and thank you, Adze."

"For what?"

"For being the best client a whore could ask for."

And it was true, for as much as she liked her job and was good at it, plenty of clients were far worse than Adze Chisel. He reciprocated her tenderness. What she had said had been more or less true, just skimping on details. And there they stayed, until at last, Velour had to do something. She didn't need to speak up, as Adze noticed her stirring.

"Is it that time, Miss Velour?"

"Nay, Mister Chisel, but the hour draws late. But, perhaps, would you care to partake quickly in a shower with me?"

His eyes lit up. "Indubitably, my fair lady." She got up and he followed her. He was stirring again, not that anything would come of a second wind, if it even got to half mast. She turned on the shower and got it warm, then beckoned him inside. He grabbed the soap, and with an infectious smile, rubbed it on her breasts.

The shower was nice and relaxing. Velour even genuinely savored the contact and play, but most importantly, she got clean and no longer smelled like sweat, semen, and sex. Instead she now smelled like apple shampoo, which wasn't a bad thing at all. However, the time for play was at an end and they had to say their goodbyes. They kissed. "Will I see you again?" Eventide asked, doing her best impression of a heroine maiden from an old romance.

"I pray so, my lady," answered Adze. "In a month, Celestia willing. But before you go, lest you forget my taste..." They embraced and kissed one last time, bittersweetly and with some zest. They broke apart. "Fare thee well, my fair lady."

"And take heart, my love, for our separation shan't be forever." And with that, Eventide left him, wearing her normal clothes and carrying her bag, now one cash-stuffed envelope heavier.

The door shut behind her. She walked straight ahead, composed, one step at a time. She turned her phone back on. Then she ducked behind the dumpster and summoned her magic. Velour momentarily resisted the changing of the guard, but had no power to resist. A flash of light later, and Eventide Velour was gone, her skin now worn by Twilight Velvet, who took inventory of what had happened. A good roll in the hay -- eaten out exquisitely, sex with a dick a few sizes too large, leaving her somewhat sore, and she'd gotten paid. A smirk crossed her face. She snorted. That whole genteel play thing was ridiculous! Who did Adze Chisel think he was, a tough Manehattan construction guy trying to play at antique Canterlot upper crust? She felt Velour inwardly growl chidingly. Fine, fine, it wasn't the nicest thing to mock a client's kink or request. She did have to hand it to her gestalt, though, being a truly consummate professional. And that session... wow... even not being exactly present for it still left Twilight a tad weak in the knees. And in that amazing orgasm he'd given her, all her problems had been obliterated. It'd made her giddy and carefree, not having any problems during that spectacular hour of play.

Problems.

Problems.

Problems.

Oh, that was right, she was the real person and still in the real world. And that meant she had a laundry list of issues. Keep Twiley in the dark, find Shiny, make it up to him, figure out how she was going to explain to her therapist this whole mess, and....

KA-DING! KA-DING! KA-DING!

Her heart fell just from recognizing that tone. She looked down at her phone. One new text from Night Light, her husband.

"Hey, Honey, surprise visit home! Rolling blackouts in Vanhoover mean I get a couple days here while corporate sorts some shit out. See you tonight."

This guy... damnit! So much for having the situation all under control with weeks to go before needing to really worry. That anxious clenching in her chest returned with a vengeance. She had to go home and face her fate. Her head's carefree giddiness had evaporated like early morning dew, replacing by a deeply disgruntled feeling in her gut. She needed something to take her mind off it, some form of release... Her hand brushed low. Nobody else was around. She ducked back behind the dumpster and squatted.

Her fingers entered her panties. She was still wet from him. The muddled recollection of the encounter inflamed her, and soon she found herself going at full speed, eager to finish, basking in the good feelings, chasing away her anxiety and fear. Soon, she came, biting her tongue to keep her cries concealed. She stared at her guilty hand, her left hand. That acrid constriction around her heart was lesser now. Looking down, she saw that her knees were dirty. scratch one concern, take another... There was a long way to get home. If she hurried, maybe she could save pizza money.

'Want me to handle him?'

'First my son and now my husband? Harlot.'

'At least I know how to look happy.'

'As if he even looks at me to see...'

She called for a cab, wooden, and when one came, she sat down gingerly, legs crossed, her bag on the other seat to her left.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading! What could come next? And now that Night Light is back in the picture earlier than Velvet bargained for, what is she going to do? Why is she not eager to see him? And what of Shining? And surely Cadance still has some part to play. Find out next time in chapter 6!

How did you like the female POV sex and the tweaked style? Would you like to see more or it?

Thanks to Sparky Brony for primary editing, Dragonborne Fox for secondary editing, and to Milo Chalks for a bit of advising. And a shoutout to ya'll ponies in chat and the comments talking me through this and offering advice.

Thanks again for reading! And to those of you who commented, thanks a million -- I love getting to read what ya'll have to say about the story and it inspires me to write to know that it's sparking synapses of yours.

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