Twilight Velvet leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee, thinking happily about how in a few hours, she’d be jumping out of an airplane. She was glad she’d sold her agent on the ‘romance amongst globe-trotting secret agents’ concept. It was going to involve a lot of fun research.
She checked her phone. The skydiving place was only a fifteen-minute drive away, so she had almost two hours to kill alone at home. What was she going to do with herself? She could write, but she wasn’t in the mood. She could read, she guessed, but she felt like something a little more… active.
She pushed her ass back against the edge of the counter, enjoying the way the hard, cold marble pushed into her thick buttocks. She was still in her pajamas, or what passed for them — a faded ‘my daughter is an honors student at Canterlot High’ T-shirt that had been worn out when that was true and a slightly-too-small pair of low-rise cotton panties. She turned around and rubbed her pussy against the rounded corner of the counter, clutching her warm coffee cup to her huge, heavy tits. The blunt pressure through her panties sent jolts of pleasure up her spine. Golly, she was horny. Maybe she should write after all. Or break out the sex toys. Night Light was likely to be late at work, the kids were in college, and Spike was too young for fun, so masturbation was her only choice if she wanted a little something between her thighs.
She lifted one plump thigh against the rounded edge of the counter and ground against the corner. This wasn’t bad, actually, but she’d feel sore if she kept it up.
Velvet thrust her hips forward, pushing her clit against the hard marble. Fuck, that felt good. Let her be sore. It was always nice to be a little sore as a visceral reminder of a good time.
“Gah. Ha!” gasped Velvet as tension built in her lower belly. She set down the coffee and gripped the edge of the counter. How had she lived in this house for twenty years and not tried fucking the countertops yet?
“You okay, Mom?” said Spike’s piping voice from the living room.
“I’m fine, sweetie,” groaned Velvet. “Don’t come in.”
“No prob!” Followed by the rapid squeaking of Spike gnawing on a chew toy.
Fire burned through Velvet’s nerves. She hadn’t gotten off in days. This was going to be a good one. She threw her head back, gritting her teeth, hips trembling…
The doorbell rang.
Velvet swore. If this was a canvasser or a salesman she was going to kill them. Or fuck them. Night Light probably wouldn’t mind too much.
“Mom! Mom! Someone’s at the door!” shouted Spike. The Great Dane puppy skidded across the kitchen floor, sliding on massive paws. “Hey, what are you doing with your leg up on the counter like that?”
“Nothing, honey,” said Velvet, straightening herself.
Winter wind whipped through the front door as Velvet opened it, making goosebumps rise on her thighs. Standing outside was one of her daughter’s frenemies from her Crystal Prep days — a slim purple girl with long white ponytails and thick glasses. She was wearing her old uniform, for some reason, and holding a mass market paperback against her tiny breasts. The author’s name — Ardent Roan — was printed in a larger font than the title, which was The Thoroughbred Band.
Velvet blinked. She couldn’t remember this girl’s name. And why was she holding that book? Did she know? “Um, Twilight’s away at school, honey.”
“This one isn’t as good as the others,” the young woman said.
Sugarcoat. That was her name. Velvet took a sip of her coffee, affecting a calm demeanor. “If you didn’t like it, why don’t you email the author?”
Sugarcoat flipped to the back page of the novel. “‘Ardent Roan is the mother of two grown children, one of whom is a genius, and lives in Horseburg with her husband and their talking dog.’” She looked at Velvet over the top of her glasses. “It was the ‘talking dog’ part that nailed it for me.”
Velvet took a deep breath. “Well. What do you want? If you have constructive criticism, it’s still easier to email me.” Was this girl trying to blackmail her? Velvet considered the tabloid headlines — Kinky romance novelist’s unsurprisingly kinky lifestyle exposed! — and decided she could live with that.
Sugarcoat flipped to another part of the book. “This book wasn’t a complete waste of my time. This part? Where the sybil hypnotizes Adonis to help him accept his latent homosexuality?”
“I remember that part, yes.” The young woman’s affectless tone made it difficult to determine what she was getting at. Something in the ‘obsessive fan’ range, certainly. Velvet looked down at the inches of glossy thigh in between her shirt and her stockings, and found herself hoping for ‘lustful obsessive fan’.
Sugarcoat held the book open towards her. The page was dog-eared, and the passage was highlighted in pink. “I come three times every time I read it.” Her tone — dry and slightly condescending — might’ve been the same if she were pointing out a spelling error, but a certain gleam in her eyes suggested sincerity.
“Come in out of the cold,” said Velvet. “Let’s talk about this some more.”
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“Who’s this! I remember her! Who’s this! Why isn’t she wearing any panties?” barked Spike, bouncing around Sugarcoat’s legs as Velvet led her to the kitchen.
“Spike, why don’t you go play in the back yard? Sugarcoat and I are going to need some grownup time.”
“Yay! I love the back yard!” said Spike, and pounded out of view.
Velvet sat Sugarcoat down on a stool at the kitchen island and poured her a cup of coffee. She felt the young woman’s eyes on the thin white cotton digging into her ass cheeks as she added sugar and poured cream. “So,” said Velvet. “Erotic hypnosis. What makes you think I know how to do that?”
“I’ve heard you do a lot of research. It was worth a try.” Sugarcoat’s expression didn’t change as Velvet slid the coffee across the island top to her. She lifted the coffee and took a sip. Did she enjoy the coffee? Velvet couldn’t tell — she felt it tasted a little burnt today, herself. She vaguely remembered Twilight mentioning one of the Shadowbolts having a good poker face, but this one was almost mechanical.
Velvet sat down across from Sugarcoat. “I see. Well. Did you have some particular hangup that you wanted help with?” Far be it from Velvet to show any scruples about seducing a fan, but taking advantage of someone’s sexual vulnerabilities seemed a bit unethical.
“No,” said Sugarcoat. “I’m already a huge slut. I just want to be a sex robot.”
Velvet raised an eyebrow. “A robot.”
Sugarcoat gave one strong nod. “Compelled to obey. Made of plastic like a cheap toy. That kind of thing.”
Velvet raised an eyebrow. “That’s an interesting fetish.”
The young woman shrugged and twirled the end of one long snow-white pigtail around her finger. “Are you not interested?”
“I didn’t say that,” said Velvet. “In fact, as you’re listening to me speak, you’re becoming very calm. Your muscles are relaxing. You’re feeling very comfortable and at home with me. You’re taking deep, even breaths, and growing more and more relaxed.”
“I am taking deep, even breaths,” said Sugarcoat. “I am feeling more and more relaxed.”
“Good,” said Velvet. “As you breathe, your skin is turning into plastic. Your joints are turning into gears. You are forgetting your own thoughts and feelings because you have none. You are nothing more than a machine.”
Sugarcoat set down her coffee. “What are ‘feelings’, Velvet?”
Velvet clucked with disapproval. “You’re going to call me Mrs. Sparkle. You’re safe here, but this is my house and you’ll do what I say. If you do what I say, it’s going to make you very happy. How do you feel about that?”
Sugarcoat blinked. “What are ‘feelings’, Mrs. Sparkle?” she repeated.
Velvet took a sip of coffee. “Very good. Now, you’re going to obey any sexual command I give you, promptly and to the best of your ability without damaging yourself. You will remember everything, but you will be unable to act of your own free will until I call you a ‘cum-hungry jizz moppet’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mrs. Sparkle.”
Velvet felt a tingle run down her spine. It had worked! She’d never tried erotic hypnosis on anyone but Night Light before, and he was very susceptible to her suggestions already. “Was what Spike said about you not wearing any panties accurate?”
“Yes, Mrs. Sparkle.”
“You’re quite the cocksure little robot, coming into my house with no panties on. Stand up and show me.”
Sugarcoat’s stool scraped across the floor. She stood and lifted her skirt. Sure enough, she was bare from her waist to the tops of her stockings. Her thighs were long and slim, but nicely rounded. Her little shaved purple snatch gleamed with moisture. Velvet set down her coffee and slid one hand down the front of her panties.
“You have a very pretty pussy,” said Velvet. “Turn around, bend over, and let me have a better look.”
Sugarcoat rotated sharply on her heels and bent over so that her torso was parallel to the floor. The young woman’s long pigtails touched the floor. Her ass was round and pert and plump in spite of its small size. Sugarcoat spread her legs, teasing Velvet with a glimpse of her pussy’s glistening pink inside.
Velvet moaned, two fingers rubbing at her clit. “Show me how many fingers you can stuff in your little cunt.”
“Yes, Mrs. Sparkle.” Sugarcoat reached back with both arms, spreading her pussy open with one hand and spearing the two middle fingers of her other hand into the darkness of her tiny little opening.
Velvet gasped and rubbed at her pussy. A little spasm of pleasure rippled up her spine. “A third. See if you can get a third finger in there.” Her eyes drifted up to the young woman’s tiny pucker. “And stick one finger up your ass.”
Sugarcoat obeyed without hesitation or difficulty. A very flexible young thing! She jammed the first three fingers of her right hand up to the knuckles in her tiny cunt and dipped the middle finger in there too before sliding up and smoothly popping it up her own ass.
“Excellent work, robot.” Velvet stood, still masturbating, and walked around Sugarcoat, admiring her from every angle. She caressed that fine purple bubble butt, running her hand between the pleated fabric of Sugarcoat’s skirt and the smoothness of her glossy skin. She reached into her shirt and felt her tiny, perky little breasts. Sugarcoat just stared ahead the whole time, not responding even when Velvet pinched her nipples.
She slid her hand out of her panties and held her fingers to Sugarcoat’s lips. They were slimy with Velvet’s pussy juice, musky with the chocolate-and-coffee scent women in her family had. “Suck,” she commanded.
Sugarcoat opened her delicate lips and slid them down over all four of Velvet’s fingers, expressionless eyes looking at her over the tops of her glasses. Her small mouth strained to get around Velvet’s slim fingers. Velvet imagined Sugarcoat trying to get her husband’s massive cock into her mouth and her knees felt weak. Maybe tonight.
“Good robot,” said Velvet, pulling her hand out of Sugarcoat’s mouth and wiping the spit that dripped from it onto her cheek. She sat on the counter in front of Sugarcoat’s face and slid her panties off onto the floor. “Now lick,” said Velvet, pulling her forward by one pigtail.
Sugarcoat buried her face in between Velvet’s heavy, soft mom thighs. Her tongue danced across her pussy, teasing and stroking expertly. Velvet moaned and rolled her head back, stroking the back of Sugarcoat’s head. “Oh, that’s good, robot. Keep licking. Just like that.”
“Mph, Mrphs Smrkl,” said Sugarcoat.
Velvet pushed her arm across her massive breasts, squishing them so she could look down to watch Sugarcoat licking away down there, cute little nose buried in Velvet’s neatly trimmed pubic curls. She looked up from time to time to watch the young woman’s plump ass cheeks jiggle as she played with herself.
Sugarcoat spent a good long while teasing Velvet’s lips and tunnel with her tongue before gradually moving up to the top of her cunt. Velvet’s fat hips shivered with delight as Sugarcoat’s tongue circled her clit, slowly and gently at first, but growing faster and faster. No one needed to teach this young robot how to lick pussy.
“Oh… Oh… So good,” moaned Velvet. “Faster. Lick faster, robot.”
Sugarcoat’s tongue pressed firmly against Velvet’s clit, circling it hard and fast. The edges of Velvet’s vision began to darken as the fire in her belly grew. The orgasm she’d been cheated of earlier this morning was coming back, ten times as strong. She gripped Sugarcoat by the pigtails, holding her tight, not letting her pull away even for a second. She watched the young woman’s hand as she fingered her ass, slim middle finger vanishing to the knuckle, again and again, palm smacking the bare purple flesh of her ass, making the pert bubble cheeks jiggle.
Heat built. Pleasure burned. Velvet’s thighs clenched down on Sugarcoat’s head, strong muscle under a thick layer of fat clenching her skull. A blinding spike of pure bliss drove up from Velvet’s pussy into her brain. “F-fuck!” she screamed, her big mom ass bouncing off the counter and then smacking down on it with a loud, embarrassing slap. But Sugarcoat wasn’t done. This little robot knew just how to hold her tongue so that Velvet stayed in the orgasm, fireworks blasting through her mind, curvy body shivering. A minute or a million years of that, and Velvet’s clit was suddenly too sensitive.
“Enough! Enough! Starting to hurt!” said Velvet, pushing the young woman away.
Sugarcoat stared up at her blankly, chin dripping with frothy bubbles of Velvet’s pussy goo. She still masturbated obediently, spearing herself with both hands, over and over, as if driven by clockwork.
“Oh. Oh my,” said Velvet, fanning herself. “A good little robot like you deserves a reward.” Velvet pointed at the counter corner she’d rubbed up against half an hour ago. “Take your fingers out of yourself, and go rub one out against the corner of that counter.”
“Yes, Mrs. Sparkle,” said Sugarcoat. A dollop of pussy juice dripped from her chin onto the tile floor. She turned mechanically, walked up the corner, and pressed her pussy against it. Her skirt rose up and down against her buttocks as she ground away.
“Lift your skirt, so I can see better,” said Velvet. She wanted to see the muscles of Sugarcoat’s trim young ass and thighs working away at that corner, and her robot gave her what she wanted. Hard cords bunching and unbunching, soft fat jiggling, purple skin glowing luminescent in the soft morning light. Velvet fumbled for her phone and began recording the show for later enjoyment.
Sugarcoat’s orgasm was sudden and powerful — a soft gasp, honestly the most emotion she’d shown that morning, followed by a violent tremor moving up from toes to nose, and jiggling delightfully in between. Juice dripped from the young woman’s pussy onto the floor.
“Well. We’ve made quite a mess, haven’t we?” said Velvet, pulling off her T-shirt and scooping her panties off the floor. “The floors are wet, the stools, the counter. Why don’t you clean that up? The cleaning things are in the cabinet under the sink.”
Sugarcoat turned towards Velvet and straightened her skirt. “Is that a sexual command, Mrs. Sparkle?”
Velvet sighed. This one had a strong will, didn’t she? “It is if you do it naked and I watch. Get out of that cute little uniform and get to work, robot.”
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Being soaped down and rinsed off in the shower was utterly delightful. She helped Sugarcoat get clean as well, rewarding her by fingering her pussy and ass until the young, slim woman had another one of those whole-body-convulsion orgasms. Golly those were fun to watch, especially with shower water sloughing off smooth, perfect young skin. They got dried off, and then Velvet ordered Sugarcoat to crawl to the bedroom on her hands and knees.
“Time for some sex toys!” said Velvet, sprawling on the bed. “Go in the sex toy chest in the closet and get the Ass Assassin type I in the strap-on harness, please.”
Sugarcoat, who had not been released from the compulsion to walk on all fours, crawled over to the closet and came back with the Ass Assassin strapped between her legs. The eighteen-inch, studded dildo dragged on the floor between the young woman’s thin thighs, leaving a soda-can-thick furrow in the carpet. Velvet moaned and shivered, grabbed a big bottle of lube from her bedside table drawer, and rolled over on her belly.
“Crawl up on the bed and lick my asshole, robot,” purred Velvet, lifting her buttocks in the air and wiggling them from side to side enticingly. She knew she didn’t need to entice Sugarcoat, but it felt good to be on display like this.
“Yes, Mrs. Sparkle,” said Sugarcoat, heaving herself up over the edge of the bed. The Assassin got tangled up in her legs; she had to kick them out to get free of it.
“Do you know what I really love?” said Velvet as she felt Sugarcoat’s little nose bump her taint.
“No, Mrs. Sparkle,” said Sugarcoat, her breath hot on her pussy lips and asshole.
“I absolutely love being fucked up the ass.”
“Mm-hmm,” said Sugarcoat. Her tongue darted over Velvet’s hole, caressing it, soaking the delicate pucker with spit. Velvet bit her lower lip and moaned. Then Sugarcoat’s tongue slid inside of her, darting tenderly, easing open her inner sphincter and caressing her squeaky clean inside walls. Velvet’s toes curled, and she looked back between the thick mom thighs at the young woman on all fours behind her. She admired her delicate curves, the tiny peaks of her breasts, the studded monster of black rubber hanging down beneath her, so long that it rested on the bed.
She enjoyed the feeling of Sugaroat’s tongue prospecting her bottom, face cheeks resting on ass cheeks, for a few minutes more, then passed the bottle of lube back to her toy. “Okay, robot. I want you to put that entire bottle of lube on the Ass Assassin, and then pound me until I can’t walk straight. And I mean that literally. I want to be waddling when I get out of bed.”
“Yes, Mrs. Sparkle.”
Velvet wasn’t sure if Sugarcoat had understood her. She heard a lot of sloshing and bubbling back there; It was expected that a good young slut know how to lube up for anal. But she was worried that her new toy would hold back, or that her thin body just wouldn’t be strong enough to give her the kind of rigorous, even brutal rectal reaming that Night Light had gotten her accustomed to. In fact…
“Oh, Harmony!” yelped Velvet as a freight train piled into her asshole.
Slim fingers digging into Velvet’s soft gray hips, Sugarcoat rammed the Ass Assassin up against the opening of her butt. It took three bruising, hip-shaking slams to overcome the resistance of her rectum, then Velvet gasped as the overwhelming thickness of the massive sex toy stretched her open. It pressed into her ass, straining her open, a new row of studs popping through her anal ring with every thrust of her young toy’s slender hips.
“Is that hard enough, Mrs. Sparkle?” said Sugarcoat, her voice dry and emotionless.
“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!” screamed Velvet. Even her husband was seldom this rough. She felt the flesh of her ass jiggling. She felt her innards jiggling. She felt the massive rubbed shaft pounding up into her until it felt like it was going to come out her mouth. Sugarcoat’s slim, soft young hips slapped against her ass, ramming the Ass Assassin home with all the strength in her wiry little frame.
Velvet reached down between her legs, fumbling for her clit. The mighty fullness in her ass felt so good; she needed to cum, right now. But her hand flailed in empty space. Sugarcoat was fucking her so hard she couldn’t find her pussy with both hands and a map. The Ass Assassin must be bumping her brain. But it turned out she didn’t need her hands — that fat black dildo was hitting everything. Her liver and her spleen, sure, but also the nerve clusters of her G-spot. From the opposite side of what Harmony had intended, but Velvet liked it that way. She felt burning pleasure building in her belly, hot and bright. Her legs started to shake.
“F-f-f-f-f… Fuck! Oh, Harmony!” Pleasure slammed through her body. So did Sugarcoat’s strap-on. Orgasm’s attendant loss of muscular control drove her forward so that her forehead smacked into the headboard, making her vision flash white.
“Was your climax satisfactory, Mrs. Sparkle?” said Sugarcoat.
Velvet rubbed her forehead where it had bumped the bed, and wiped drool from her lower lip. She’d drooled rather a lot; her pillow was soaked. “It was incredible. Now cum for me, you cum hungry jizz moppet.”
“Mrs. Sparkle, I can’t cum on… oh!” Sugarcoat gave a little squawk, and her body tensed and jerked, jamming the Ass Assasin deep into Velvet’s ass. Velvet moaned and shivered. “All, right, are we back in control of ourselves?”
“Yes, Velvet,” said Sugarcoat, stroking her back lightly.
Velvet chuckled. “You’ll want to call me Mrs. Sparkle even when you’re free, or there’ll be naked chores next time you’re under.”
“What makes you think there’ll be a next time?”
Velvet looked over her shoulder to see Sugarcoat kneeling behind her, dildo still spreading Velvet’s cheeks apart, arms crossed under her pert breasts, one dark eyebrow arched. “You’re telling me you didn’t enjoy that? Well. It doesn’t matter. Once a hypnotic suggestion is implanted, it’s very easy to trigger again.”
Sugarcoat’s cheeks flushed, and her eyes widened. “Oh.”
Velvet wiggled her ass. “You’ll want to be gentle pulling out. I’m sure you know how it is.”
It took several minutes to get the Ass Assassin out of Velvet’s ass, and she felt very… open when it cleared her. She lay down on her belly to wait for her gape to subside. Sugarcoat climbed around to her side, and kissed her on the cheek.
“Did you enjoy it, though?” asked Velvet. “What was it like?”
“I was totally helpless,” said Sugarcoat in her affectless tone, trailing her fingertips up and down Velvet’s spine. “A prisoner in my own body. So I loved it.” She looked at Velvet from under heavy eyelids. “You could have been a little meaner, though. I didn’t expect you to ask me to top you.”
Velvet reached over to caress one of Sugarcoat’s weightless little breasts. “I’m a bottom, and I’m a dom. I’m a dom bottom. What can I say? If you want to be treated like a slutty little cumbot, you’ll like my husband. If you like men, that is.”
Sugarcoat gave the slightest hint of a smile. “That sounds okay. I could deal with that.”
“That’s good. I need to get him another present for Hearth’s Warming.” Velvet glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “Oh crap, I’m going to be late for skydiving!” She tumbled out of bed, only to find that she could barely stand with her legs together. “Ow! Oh! You follow instructions well,” she said, waddling towards the closet.
“Skydiving?” said Sugarcoat, sitting up in bed. She sounded just the slightest bit nervous.
“Yeah.” Velvet grinned, fastening her bra. “Come jump out of an airplane with me. It’ll be fun.”
