Velvet woke up slowly in a cold sweat, the sunlight beaming down on her through her window blinds. It was warm and comfortable where she laid, making it feel like she was lying on a soft cloud. Rustling under the covers, she looked up at the white ceiling above her and started to recollect her senses, to be prepared for her day off.

After long hours of working with her publishers, it had been a hard time trying to think of any inspiration to continue her future installments. She wished she could keep up with the demand that were asked by her bosses and her fans, but it got very tiresome, especially when her brain couldn’t process much of an idea anymore.

Basically, she had writer’s block. And she found this to be very annoying.

The only pony that could understand her best was her faithful husband: Night Light. Unfortunately for her, he wasn’t there with her by her side, just only the empty cold space that left her in solitude. She wished he was there to help her in her time of need instead of going to work and leaving her for a full ten hour shift. She needed somepony she could talk to, to let them relish in her situations with included comfort. It always felt nice.

But he knew better than anypony else on how she felt, how she thrived for the expected caress of his attention, how his voice always soothed her into relaxation, how his presence caused a huge mental impact on her. Even after all these years, he still hadn’t lost his magic touch.

Which got her very bothered.

She could see him walk through the front door as she cleaned the living room, his dress attire being loose and baggy. She would walk up to him, welcome him home with her sweet embrace. His face would be all tired and stressed as he firmly grabbed her in his arms, not just her, but all of her voluptuous features that drove him mad for her. He’d kiss her immediately, leaving her cheeks red as he hoisted her up on his rough chest. He’d pin her on the table and tell her how much he missed her, grinding his body against her to gain all the warmth, all the moans, and all the sweet love she could deliver to him.

Velvet felt so hot. She was inspired to move her hand down her body to her radiating pussy, the hand that would replace his warm body, his skillful tongue, his raging member that would glide along her wet pussy until she broke down for him.

His name rang quietly within the room with a subtle whisper of her voice as she dug deep down within to release her true self in the moment. Her breasts were sensitive to her touch as she moaned for attention. She moaned for his attention. If only he could hear her cries for help. She wanted him to be close to her as she planned to fulfil every fantasy she could.

She wanted to hear his moans as he ravaged her for everything she had to offer, tightening his hold on her as he pulled and thrust his confidence inside her. All of the excitement would lead up to this moment, even if it was a simple quickie. It was a quickie that mattered to the both of them.

Ahem

She stopped immediately after being so close to her full release, to look up at… Night Light.

He must’ve been off today, giving her the most nonchalant smirk she’s seen as he leaned on the door, like he enjoyed the show she portrayed for him, how he knew she wanted him more than ever.

He journeyed forward, Velvet’s eyes widening and her cheeks red hot from the embarrassment of her most vulnerable state. She was going to tell him sorry, but it was replaced by the sudden yelp from her lips as he pulled her closer by the foot of the bed. His warmth was welcoming, but also demanding. She continued to look at him quietly as his eyes gazed down to her wet pussy, watching her juices flow down to the sweaty sheets beneath her.

With his hands on her legs, he glided up to her thighs, moving his face closer to her awaiting snatch, to get a feel of how desperate she was for his cock, to get a sense of taste that would cover his mouth with exceeding pleasures…

Before clasping her panty waistband and pulling it back up to cover her.

Velvet squirmed in disappointment. He made it look like he was going to give her exactly what she wanted, but it never came. It’s a cruel sick joke that always played like it was in her dreams, where something exciting was about to happen before the alarm clock sprung up to ruin the mood.

He leaned over her and loomed his whole body over his wife’s juicy frame. Leaving one of his hands on her butt where her purple three star cutie mark displayed, he used his other to brush her messy mane away from her face, his hairy fingers lacing through it to move away from her beautiful visage.

She shuddered under him as he brought his face closer to her ear. She wanted to wrap her arms and legs around him to keep him in hold, to never let him out of her grasp. But she was frozen under his presence, already succumbing to his straightforward dominance.

His whisper was quiet.

Breakfast is almost ready. Come down soon, honey.

Velvet yelped as he smacked her ass, sending a wave shocking delight through her nerves before gently rubbing her soft cushion. and just like that, Night Light pulled away from her and let her go, getting off the bed and leaving back to the door.

She was left there alone in heat as he could be heard walking down the stairs. She was irritated for blindly following along with his motive all the way to the bitter end. A straight tease that wasn’t expected, leaving her angry and shocked. It made her become more irrational…

She fucking loved it.

And while her husband would be here all day, she couldn’t wait to build some newfound inspiration.

Author's Note

The shortest story I've made so far! Hope you all enjoyed it!