A Stranger Love

Twilight wasted no time in turning the lights on as she undressed. More than anything, she was just happy to finally be out of the constricting corset Rarity had talked her into wearing. She did admire what it did for her figure, at least.

Velvet busied herself doing the same thing, albeit with far less precision. She was still fumbling with her zipper when Twilight intervened.

“Oooh, forward. I like that.” Velvet's voice was husky, laced with a dangerous level of charm. There was a slurred effect to her speech that didn’t really sit right with Twilight.

“Just looked like you could use a hoof is all,” Twilight offered.

She stepped back and allowed her mom to finish the rest of the process herself. Watching her undress was hypnotic as she moved with a fluid grace that impressed and delighted her.

“So.” Velvet floated the carefully folded dress over to a nearby dresser. “You were about to call me ‘mom’ before we left.”

Twilight nodded, her lips curled into a thin smile. Her heart was racing, suddenly far too aware of how close Velvet was to her. The smell of sweat and perfume was intoxicating, a heady aroma that muddled Twilight's thoughts. “I was. Decided against it. Something about it felt—”

“While we’re together tonight,” Velvet interjected, tracing delicate circles in Twilight’s chest fur with her hoof. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Call me Mommy.”

Twilight’s heart stopped for a moment. The entire world slowed to a crawl as those words landed. She struggled for what felt like an eternity to muster up a response;

“Okay.” That was all she managed to choke out, a strangled squeak that fell out of her mouth.

Velvet chuckled, turning and making her way towards the bed. It was one of the most dramatic sashays Twilight had ever laid eyes on; no expense was spared in tantalizing Twilight. The sway of her hips and the swish of her tail drew Twilight’s attention inwards, towards Velvet’s plump rear and toned thighs.

The show was over as soon as it began, however, as Velvet took a seat on the bed. “What did you have planned for me, Princess?”

“Well.” Twilight strode forward, covering the distance between them in a few steps. She placed a forehoof on either side of Velvet, towering above her. The tension in the air was palpable. “I was going to use magic to sober both of us up first. Not exactly romantic, I know, but it’d make me feel better. If that’s okay?”

Velvet blinked, her composure slipping for a moment before her sultry demeanor returned. “Of course, darling. I trust you.” Velvet leaned up, pressing a trail of gentle kisses against Twilight’s collarbone. “Do whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

Twilight nodded, focusing magic into her horn. With a flash of pink light and a pop, the spell was cast. Gone was the warmth of liquor, replaced instead by the very real warmth of the mare beneath her. Many things were gone at that moment. There was no longer any hesitation or doubt in Twilight’s mind about what she wanted tonight. There was no moral battle to be waged, no desperate attempt to rationalize her carnal desires. There was only lust, only the desire to please and be pleased in ways that only two bodies intertwined could ever hope to accomplish.

Velvet smiled, her enthusiasm clearly undiminished. They stared deeply into the other’s eyes for a few moments, luxuriating in the feeling of closeness.

“May I kiss you?” Twilight asked.

Velvet nodded emphatically. “I was beginning to think you’d never ask.”

Kiss they did, in the dim light of the guest room. Free from the touch of alcohol, Twilight took the lead as their tongues danced. It was an intoxicating feeling, kissing her own mother. A warmth started in her chest and slowly pooled in her loins as their advances became less structured and more relentless.

Romance, like friendship, was a craft that Twilight had been forced to practice over the years. What she lacked in finesse or understanding she made up for in passion; never would it be said that Twilight Sparkle was a dispassionate lover. So it was with passion unbound that she bore down upon Velvet, pressing their bodies together.

Twilight broke the kiss only long enough to trail her needy lips down to Velvet’s throat, where she continued her ministrations. Velvet was like clay in her hooves and Twilight sculpted her writhing form with ardor. It was hard not to liken lovemaking to art when Velvet was involved; the entirety of her being called to mind the very heart and soul behind every creative endeavor.

Twilight listened to her muse carefully, paying special notice to every gasp and moan and breathless exhalation of pleasure.

It seemed like the careful application of teeth to the tender flesh just above Velvet’s collarbone was key to really making her sing, a fact which Twilight immediately took full advantage of. She tested the water, nipping gently at first. Steadily she graduated towards more dramatic demonstrations of her nascent fangs, holding firm against Velvet as she struggled in helpless joy beneath her.

“TWILIGHT!” Velvet cried out as Twilight clamped her jaws around her mother’s throat. She jerked back, blinking through the lustful haze in her eyes.

“Sorry, sorry. I got carried away.” It was far too difficult for Twilight to make eye contact at the moment so she chose instead to study a particularly interesting bit of molding that hugged the perimeter of the ceiling. “Wanna take a break?”

Velvet tapped Twilight on the chest, urging her to move.

Twilight did as she was silently instructed.

Velvet then sucked in a deep breath, letting it out shakily. Her neck was wet with saliva and dotted in vivid red and deep purple bruises. “On the contrary. I don’t think you’ve given your mother the respect or admiration she deserves.” She paused. “Although a glass of water would be nice.”

“Oh! Of course.” Twilight appreciated the lull in the festivities. It gave her time to collect her thoughts, to take stock of the situation.

It also gave her plenty of time to enjoy the delicious irony of bedding her own mother in her childhood home. Her hooves pulled her through the empty halls towards the kitchen, where she busied herself with filling a pitcher with water. Rarity made it very plain during their play sessions that hydration and comfort were essential.

“Stars, I’m really doing this.” Twilight mumbled to no-one in particular. The dilemma of how to break this news to the girls was a problem for future Twilight to solve. The only thing she needed to worry about right now was giving her mother all the adoration she deserved.

Twilight poured two glasses of water, handing one to Velvet. She looked gorgeous in the low light of the guest room, face flushed and coat slick with a thin layer of sweat. Her messy mane trailed down her body, accentuating every curve. Twilight couldn’t help but drink in the sight greedily, letting her mind run wild with all the ways she’d worship every inch of her mother.

“The light is lucky to have ever touched you.” Twilight spoke without realizing. This earned a wry smile from her mother, who spread her legs in response.

“Why don’t you make better use of that silver tongue of yours,” Velvet began, floating her glass of water onto the night stand. “And eat your Mommy out?”

Twilight knew when she was being given an order and she eagerly complied. “Yes, Mommy.”

She slid off the bed and onto her haunches, placing her face squarely in front of her mother’s marehood. The smell was intoxicating; a heady blend of musk, lust, and perfume that suffused through Twilight’s being. She started gently, pressing measured kisses onto Velvet’s inner thigh. Her fur was slick with sweat and arousal, two tastes that Twilight was more than happy to revel in. Gentle kisses soon gave way to passionate lovemaking, punctuated with little flashes of teeth here and there.

Velvet placed a hoof on Twilight’s head, pushing her snout forwards.

Twilight leaned into the suggestion, pressing her tongue deep into her mother’s folds. The wavering moan that broke free into the air emboldened Twilight, who began lapping away steadily. There was no greater taste in the world than a mare who was enjoying herself.

It was these lazy laps that Twilight contented herself with at first. She was an obedient girl, certainly, but not without the spark of mischief that led her to play with her betters. She got the reaction she was looking for when magic gripped her mane and wrenched her away from her mother’s sex.

“Young lady.” Velvet’s voice was stern but kind. “You will pleasure me like you mean it. Am I understood?”

Twilight flashed Velvet a clever smile. “Yes, Mommy.”

Seemingly satisfied with herself, Velvet pushed Twilight back down. This time Twilight wasted no time in showing her mother what ‘meaning it’ truly felt like. She swirled her tongue around with vigor, alternating between diving deep into Velvet and lavishing her outer folds with attention. Darting her tongue upwards, she ground the edge of it against her mother’s clit.

That drew forth a certain raunchy groan that Twilight was looking for. She paid it special attention, circling her tongue around it before sucking gently on it. More noise spilled ceaselessly from her mother’s mouth, breathless gasps of ecstasy that hung in the air. Twilight felt Velvet’s thighs close in around her, locking her firmly in place.

She knew her place. There would be no escape until Velvet was completely satisfied. This was just fine with Twilight; her heart sang at the sensation of being used. Of being useful. It was a craven desire first sated with Rarity — that mare had such a particular way of putting Twilight to task that filled her entire being with lustful dedication.

Velvet had a similar effect on Twilight, here and now. Though she didn’t have quite the harsh tone or sadistic tendencies that Twilight craved. Yet, there was something to be said for the blissful simplicity of bringing pleasure to somepony else. It was all Twilight wanted; it was all she ever needed. She was a vehicle for desire, an instrument of lust.

Twilight continued to piston her tongue in and out, lapping hungrily. Lewd ambrosia spilled down her chin and soaked through the bedsheets. Velvet's crude moaning filled the air, sweet music that emboldened Twilight further.

Even as Velvet sang, Twilight began to grow tired. As delightful as it was to soak her muzzle in the fruits of her labor, she wanted to prove her worth beyond all else. Focusing her magic, she carefully applied pressure to Velvet's clit. It was a spell she first developed with Rarity and further refined over the years; a small magical vibrator that did wonders to stimulate the more sensitive parts of one's body.

When Twilight so desired she could use it as a rapier; a tool of great precision and finesse. When applied as judiciously as it was here it was more like a brick thrown through a window. Twilight wanted to leave her mother breathless and so breathless she would be. Gripping Velvet's thighs with her hooves, she redoubled her efforts. She quickly lost herself to the pursuit of pleasure entirely, her entire world consumed by a single-minded pursuit of her goal.

It was a goal that would soon be realized as Velvet squeezed Twilight's head, rocking her hips forward with wild abandon. A single hoarse cry punctuated the air and Velvet was spent, collapsing onto the bed in an exhausted heap.

Finally free from the crushing grip of Velvet's thighs, Twilight pulled back and surveyed her work.

Velvet's chest rose and fell sporadically as she tried to catch her breath. The bed, Velvet's entire nether region, and Twilight's muzzle were all soaked in a layer of lust. She took a moment to really savor the taste of her mother upon her tongue, those crass libations drawing forth a dreamy sigh.

"I don't suppose I could talk you into taking care of me?" Twilight's voice was cautiously optimistic, now painfully aware of the raw lust pooled in her own groin.

Velvet's response was haggard, a hoarse whisper barely audible over her panting. "Get me a glass of water and then we can talk."