The storm raged on and it was a difficult night to sleep. Twilight Velvet was having a hard time being away from her family for so long, but her work as an archeologist was never truly done. There was always more to discover; more in the past that she just needed to uncover, so all she could find it in herself to do was leave the ever-growing Shining Armor and her little sweetie, Twilight Sparkle, behind with their father so that she could make yet another discovery. Her hooves hurt from the day’s long walk and half of her things were wet, even though the storm had petered out before they set up camp. It had come back with a vengeance and all she could think of was how she wanted to see her little ones again and cuddle with her husband.
Well, she wanted to do a little more than cuddle, which is why she was currently in her damp bedroll, her hoof rubbing her sex gently as she kept quiet. Her tent wasn’t very close to any other, but it was enough to make her want to be silent. Her breathing was soft and deep; a skill long honed from having to be quiet while pleasuring herself. She was getting closer and closer, her hoof rubbing her pearl as she neared the edge of the mountain-top until she heard a sound. It was like a hoof on wood. She paused, but kept her breathing the same as it had been. Then, from the trunk that had been heavier than it was before came a creaking and a gentle cough. Whoever it was had stowed away in her personal items and was now crawling out. She cast a quick Night Spy Spell that she’d long since perfected and turned to see who it was, the darkness of her tent allowing her to peep a small stallion, slight and slim as he carefully climbed out of her wooden trunk.
The stallion shook his hooves, his face a picture of stiffness and pain as he stretched and popped as softly as he could in the warm night. “Stupid box. Stupid helping-stallions. Stupid idea!” He shook his mane and prepared to leave the tent, his own horn glowing for just a second as he turned and looked at Velvet. She was staring right at him.
“... Hello?” She said meekly.
“... Hi.”
“... Lovely night, isn’t it? A touch warm, but…”
The stallion, cute as he was, chuckled like a colt half his age who had been caught with his hoof in the cookie jar. “Uh… Yeah. Yeah, it is. Say… Um…”
“Why were you in my box?”
The unknown stallion shrugged. “It was a nice box and I needed to go places, y’know? Yokeston was a really boring town.”
“You’ve been in there for a while…” Velvet answered softly.
“Yeah, I’ve been looking for my Mom, but I got into some trouble. I saw your group passing out of town and your wagon was unattended-”
“Colt, how old are you?” The mare stood after rubbing her hoof into her blankets, trying not to make anything too obvious.
“Nineteen. I know I’m a little old to be missing my mother, but she kind of disappeared and I had to look for her.”
He was older than Shining Armour, and even in the low lights Velvet could see that he was as young as he said he was. However, she could also see a hint of his ribs poking through his fur. “Well… Are you… Are you okay? What trouble did you get into?”
“I ran into some Dogs that didn’t like me asking them so many questions, so I kind of got… Prickly, with them for being mean and they hit me a couple of times before I ran away. It wasn’t that bad, but I don’t know what they would’ve done if they caught me. Y’know, hence me hiding in your box.”
“That explains why some of my things were repacked.” Velvet rubbed her chin for a moment and smelled her marehood. She wondered why until she remembered, having been scatterbrained at the moment. She put her hoof down and tried not to let her face heat up. “Are you hurt? Did they manage to do anything?”
The younger stallion squinted at her, his own magic weak and partially ineffectual. “Uh, no, not really. I’m sorry, but I can’t really see you, so I don’t know if I should be calling you ma’am.”
“That’s fine, but my name is Twilight Velvet. I have a son a few years younger than you.”
“Oh. Are you a Unicorn, by any chance?”
Velvet ended her Night Spy Spell and cast a Candle’s Cure Spell immediately after. “Sorry, sometimes I assume everypony has my magical capacity.”
The younger of the two blushed, his face lighting up as he, for one, realized he was alone with an older mare, and two, recognized the fact that said older mare was beautiful. “Uh, yeah, that’s fine. That’s… Thank you for the light, I kind of haven’t had any real training with magic…”
“Oh, are you self-taught? What’s your name?”
“My name’s Scotch Butters, ma’am.”
Velvet smiled at him. “Can I shorten your name a little?”
“My Mom calls me Butters or Scotch.”
“I think I’ll call you Scotch, if you don’t mind.” She wondered why he was blushing so hard, but didn’t particularly care. He seemed like a nice young stallion, if not a little reckless.
“W-Well, to be honest with you, she only called me Butters if I dropped something.”
“I’m assuming it happens a lot?”
He thought of how he was currently dropping the ball on his sneaky getaway as his stomach growled. “Er, yeah…”
Velvet’s smile was warm and welcoming, as was the mood she’d set. “We can get you something to eat, sweetie. Why don’t I go and grab you something? Unless you’d like to take your leave in the middle of this awful night.”
“Th-Thank you… If it wouldn’t be too much trouble-”
“I’ll go and get you something. We only have camp rations at this hour, but we can spare some for a hungry young stallion.” She gave him one last smile, cast a Rainaway Spell, and left to go grab his meal.
Scotch Butters stood and took a deep breath, some odd scent in the tent making him feel… Warm. It was already a warm night on the south side of the ruins, but there was something about the way Velvet smelled that made Scotch feel like he was lighting up from the inside out to the point where he felt the rod hidden in his sheath begin to wake up. He knew that he wanted to touch it and get a quick clop out so that he wouldn’t embarrass himself, but he also knew that it would take Velvet less time to return than it would for him to get off. However, the longer he thought of her and the matronly quality she had to her essence, the more aroused he became until he could barely stand it.
Velvet, meanwhile, thought about the cute, slender stallion that had climbed out of the medium sized trunk as she walked to go and get food, her marehood almost to the point of dripping. She’d just barely avoided climaxing in front of him when he’d made his presence known and was embarrassed enough to be happy to have a reason to leave her own tent. The quartermaster, a stoic stallion, mentioned that she could have double rations if she wanted since they had overstocked and she declined the offer since the dried flowers and hay-rounds were twice the meal she would’ve asked for anyway. A good thing about traveling with stallion was that they tended to eat well, but all she could think of was the cute one waiting for her back at her tent. When she returned with the plate and bag of oatcakes she/d been given, her eyes were immediately drawn to Scotch’s erection as he tried to make it go back into his sheath. She was willing to bet that her pheromones had set him off, and having him there in the open…
Scotch realized it wasn’t going to lay down and just hung his head, taking another deep breath. He realized that he could smell oats and his mouth started watering, so he looked over to Velvet and saw that her eyes were on his thick, inordinately long rod as it hung beneath him. His face flushed a bright red and he stammered an apology, but Velvet had enough all too quickly and set the food down on the trunk he’d come out of. The mare was grateful for her husband’s kindness when she considered that she wouldn’t be cheating, using her magic to put Scotch on his back so that she could inspect his rod for herself. She might have been at the tail end of her monthly estrus, but such a sumptuous meal had been laid before her and she strode forth to stroke it with her hoof.
“I see somepony’s a little naughty colt, now aren’t we~?” She purred, her eyes half-lidded as she looked at Scotch.
He couldn’t meet her gaze, stammering out another apology. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me! You- You’re just so pretty and I was warm and-” Velvet stroked it a few more times as he spoke, his understanding of the situation failing him.
“Shh… Just be a good colt and let Mommy take care of this, okay?” She crooned, taking her role as Scotch’s eyes widened. “Mommy can help you with such a… Hard task, can’t she?”
Scotch was a mommy’s colt in the first place and didn’t know what to do, but he did know that he didn’t mind Velvet touching him half as much as he did when other mares had expressed interest. “... Yeah, i-if that’s okay…”
“If that’s okay…?”
“I-If th-that’s okay with Mommy…” He quickly fell into place, not even knowing that he was turning Velvet on more and more by being meek and shy.
She smiled lasciviously at him, giving him a little push with her hoof before she lowered her head. “Okay, sweetie. Now… Do you want Mommy to help?”
“Y-Yes, Mommy… Scotch wants you to help him…”
It was all the invitation Velvet needed. She let her long, flat tongue lick Scotch’s shaft and he trembled over ever undulation, every little tickle that her tongue gave him as she started in earnest, moving to stand over him so she could take him into her mouth properly. She’d done the same for Night Light countless times, but rarely did she ever choose to indulge in her favorite fetish, and never before with a virgin as pure as Scotch. “Why don’t you let me do all the work this time, okay?”
“Y-Yes, Mommy.” Scotch gulped, looking up to see two sodden lips above him as the scent from earlier made him thirstier. Velvet’s tongue then wrapped around the tip of his member and he let out a low moan. “O-Oh~ That- That feels really good…”
Velvet didn’t answer since her mouth was full at the moment, but she was sure to enjoy the buttery flavor that the stallion was offering her. She soon engulfed the entirety of his rod in her mouth and throat, and little to her surprise, Scotch cried out softly and she’d barely begun to pull away when the first shot came. He tasted good, but there wasn’t much to be had when she compared him to her husband, though she wasn’t complaining. However, Velvet let her tongue do most of the work as she furled and unwrapped his rod time and time again, letting her taste buds dance over his shaft and ease another moan out of him. Scotch was not one to soften after one load and she was happy to feel him stay hard, even though he’d just cum into her mouth.
Scotch opened his mouth to say something to her when a drop of Velvet’s arousal hit his tongue. It didn’t take much for him to realize that she was dripping onto his face, though he didn’t know why. All he knew was that she was sweet and he wanted to taste more, so he used her neck to crane his head upward to lick her sex and collect more of her nectar on his tongue. Velvet hummed softly onto his shaft and made the stallion groan in pleasure, but she had barely gotten started and was sure that she would have fun with him. As Scotch licked at her folds, she winked and he had the bright idea of letting his tongue enter her petals, doing just that when he realized he couldn’t get enough of her flavor.
Velvet stopped just long enough to ask, “Do you like the way Mommy tastes, Scotchie?”
“Y-Yes, Mommy… You taste amazing.”
The elder of the two just giggled a little and was sure to give Scotch a little more pressure when she swallowed his rod once more. She began sucking in earnest, using the muscles of her throat to clamp down on the tip of Scotch’s shaft as her tongue coiled around the length, but it didn’t take her very long to get into a solid series of motions. It was easy for her to get him down, but when she used her throat to swallow time and time again. The inexperienced stallion had to stop tasting her and lay back, the feeling of his orgasm rising in his hooves once more as he struggled to find the words.
M-Mommy, Scotchie- Scotchie’s cumming!”
Velvet didn’t need him to say it since she could already feel it, but this time she was awaiting a bigger, more substantial load from the stallion she hoped to bed before the end of the night. Shot after shot, strangled grunt after grunt, Scotch let his seed spray into Velvet’s mouth while she considered whether or not all the butter she was tasting was because she was just really craving fresh buttered biscuits or if it was Scotch’s natural flavor. However, after the eighth load was unleashed, Scotch came to a stop and lay there beneath her, sweating and tired from the endeavor as Velvet lifted her head and made a show of swallowing.
“Thank you for the meal, Scotchie~ Mommy’s very proud of you.”
“Y-You’re welcome…” He smiled shyly as she got off of him, giving him a hoof up.
Velvet sighed and licked her lips. “Why don’t you eat your food and come to bed with me? Mommy wouldn’t mind some company.”
“A-Are you sure that’s okay…?”
“Would I say it was if it wasn’t?”
“O-Okay…”
Scotch Butters walked over to his makeshift table and began his meal, wondering if he was going to lose his virginity.
Author's Note
So uh... I meant to post this about 10 hours ago as a throwaway I did for shits n' giggles, but then I had to go to work. It took about an hour and a half for writing, editing, and almost getting to post it. Fuckin' pic I originally had was from someone else's story on this very site and was most likely bought, so no, I wasn't going to steal it. Like, Comment and Subscribe for more fetishes, I guess.
Which reminds me, this is the first PonyxPony I've ever done. Period. Outside of Anthro/Humanized or HumanxPony, this is my first true piece of clop. Popped my cherry with some Mommydom type shit. Hella weird.
As Always, Stay Cool, Kids
