A Stranger Love

by themoontonite

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Porn, Fetish, Twilight Velvet, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 5553

When everyone cancels for Mother's Day, Twilight is left to entertain her mom alone. For an entire night.

Twilight Sparkle has always had an unusual taste in romantic partners. Ancient Chaos gods, the ruler of all Equestria, a whole number of reformed villains... It's not like she could help it! She loved who she loved and that was final.

So it would stand to reason that when she had no choice but to spend an evening with her mother Twilight Velvet feelings would start to blossom. Feelings which she wasn't entirely certain she should entertain. Would Twilight listen to her heart or would fear triumph?

This is a story about a daughter falling in love with her mom. The first half is SFW romance; it gets a little saucy at the end but I promise it's quite loving and tender. The second half is Twilight making her mom cum. You know how it is. SFW editing done by the immeasurably talented Melessë Lindenya; NSFW editing done by Kim.

Published 2022-03-23 21:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-03-25 18:39:59 UTC

A Stranger Love

“So.” Spike sprawled out across the royal chaise lounge, his head dangling off one armrest and his legs off the other. “Got any plans for Mother’s Day?”

Twilight froze, hunched over a stack of paperwork. She blinked, turned to face Spike, and then blinked again. The gears in her head turned, slowly churning the tax information out and Mother’s Day plans in. “Yes.”

Spike chuckled, a deep throaty noise halfway to a growl. “Had to think about that for a second, huh?”

Twilight smiled in return, pushing her chair over to sneer at Spike. “Well! Given how rarely I get anything from Mother’s Day, it took a little bit of time to remember.”

Spike scoffed, placing the back of his clawed hand and draping it across his forehead in a mimicry of high class dramatism. “You wound me! Is a basket full of gems not a good enough Mother’s Day present?”

Twilight could only maintain her scowl for a few moments before breaking down in a wide grin, sticking her tongue out in indignation. “Anyways, it’s the same thing as last year. I’ve basically got standing reservations at Eleven Maredison Park for every Mother’s Day for the next like, two hundred years. It’ll be me, mom, dad, Shining, Cadance, Flurry… Yeah, that’s everypony.” Twilight waved a hoof dismissively through the air as she turned back to her work desk. “Anyways! I’m sure it’ll go just like last year.”

“What do you mean you have to cancel?” Twilight gripped the phone in her magic, trying to steady her panicked breathing.

Night Light’s voice sounded thin, worn down by stress. “I got called out to do some work in the Griffish Isles and Flurry isn’t feeling well so… You know how she can be.” He chuckled, sucking in a breath before continuing. “It would just be you and your mom, if that’s alright. If you want to cancel just tell me and I’ll find an excuse.”

Twilight took a moment to respond, still trying to regain her composure. This was fine. Everything was fine. She could hold a conversation with her own mom for a few hours, right? That shouldn’t be an issue. She just… was hoping for a little more backup. A little more support. Maybe an opportunity to dip out of the talking and read for an hour or two.

“No, no. It’ll be fine. Besides, I wouldn’t want to do that to mom. Tell her I’ll be there, at least.” Twilight let her forehead hit the desk, sucking in a deep breath as she willed her nerves to steady.

“What about Spike? Is he free?” Night Light was trying his best and Twilight appreciated that. Even after being the Princess of Friendship for years, she still liked to fade into the background when she could. Family gatherings and big parties were pretty much the only time she had that opportunity anymore.

“No, Spike won’t be able to make it. He’s got plans. Ogres and Oubliettes; you know how he is with that.” Twilight brought herself upright again, staring blankly at the wall in front of her. It was covered in charts and graphs — years of kingdom finances, of treaties and declarations and redactions laid out.

To anypony else, this would be an indecipherable sprawl of paperwork; the work of a mare possessed. To her it made perfect sense! Everything was where it was supposed to be. Everything connected. Everything was carefully arranged to provide the most amount of information in the smallest footprint possible.

She understood paperwork. She understood math and science and magic and yes, friendship. She didn’t really understand her mom.

Twilight pawed at the cobblestone street as she waited for her mom’s carriage. She idly checked her reflection in a nearby window for the seventeenth time this hour; nothing had changed. She didn’t know whether she should be relieved or terrified at that idea. What if her outfit looked weird? What if the colors she picked clashed with what her mom was wearing? What if she smiled too big or laughed too loud or used the wrong fork?

Twilight was so wrapped up in her disasterizing that she didn’t notice a carriage arriving. She didn’t notice a mare with a pale gray coat step out of the said carriage. She didn’t notice the mare clear her throat as she approached. She only noticed any of these events had transpired when she felt somepony tap her on the shoulder gingerly.

The sound that followed was one Twilight was intimately familiar with. It recalled thousands of memories across the years — birthdays, weddings, everyday in Canterlot and Ponyville. It was a sound that provided comfort and healing and levity when Twilight needed it most. It was her mother’s laughter.

“Mom!” Twilight immediately threw her forelegs around her mom’s neck, pulling her into a hug. Twilight remembered when she had to crane her neck to see into her mothers eyes. Nowadays she was nearly twice her size. Alicorn growth was both a blessing and a curse.

“Twilight! I thought you were ignoring me for a second.” Velvet smelled like patchouli and dusty books and had a voice like petrichor. Twilight couldn’t help but feel small in comparison, even as she towered above her.

She tried not to think too hard about it as they walked past the line to enter that snaked halfway around the block. “I was just caught up in my thoughts. You know how I am.”

Velvet nodded, a polite smile on her face as the waiter led them to a private dining room. The quiet awe in the main room was palpable, all eyes on the two of them as they made their way through. “Oh trust me, I know. I swear you’re more your father's kid than mine — always getting lost in your daydreams. The two of you get so wound up that it’s a wonder you can even walk straight!”

Twilight giggled. To her it sounded like glass shattering on marble floors or like a magic bolt sailing through a window. She flinched unconsciously, trying to maintain her composure as they took their seats. “I uh… Yeah. I’ve always been jealous of your more adventurous side.”

Velvet opened her menu, though her eyes remained locked on Twilight. “Jealous? Please. I wish I could be happy staying home and reading. It’s a much cheaper hobby.”

“You’d be surprised!” Twilight took a drink of water, coughing as she nearly choked on it. She took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore her mother’s concerned gaze. “Books are very expensive, you know.”

“I do! Believe me, I do.” Velvet took a sip of her own water in kind, managing to avoid nearly drowning herself. “I married your father and then raised you, remember?”

Twilight buried her snout in the menu, fighting off the claustrophobia that was mounting. The warm maroon walls surrounded her like an opposing army and the dim yellow lighting glinted off the silverware in front of her like the sun on a thousand bayonets. She was sweaty, too tall for her chair, and painfully aware she had no idea how to talk to her own mom.

“Right, no, yeah. Totally. You… you definitely did both of those things.” Twilight coughed into her foreleg. “How’s work?”

The only response from Velvet in regards to her erratic behavior was a cocked eyebrow followed by a softening of her eyes. Her mom had this way about her when she was worried; on any other occasion it would’ve warmed her heart. Today? Today it felt patronizing. “Work is fine. Some unknown beneficiary in the Equestrian government keeps making my job very easy for me, strangely enough. How are you? Handling the stress okay?”

Twilight froze when she felt her mothers hoof brush her own. Her foreleg extended across the table like a lifeline, pulling Twilight out of the murky depths of her adolescent anxieties and into the reality of her adulthood. She was handling the stress well, all things considered. She made time to visit the School and her friends, wherever they may find themselves at the time. Twilight was also balancing half a dozen love lives on top of everything else.

She could manage this.

“I am, actually! It took a bit of adjusting but I’ve finally really settled into everything. Spike helps out a lot; more than he knows I think. It’s funny — I’ve caught him keeping lists like I do! He tries to deny it but his office is full of them.” Twilight allowed herself to smile, feeling her pulse recide. No longer was it a dull roar of blood rushing past her ears; what she felt now was the gentle push and pull of the tide on a lazy day at the beach.

“Like mother, like son. For everything that happened in your lives, you did a wonderful job raising him.” Velvet slathered a piece of bread with butter, biting into it with ardor.

Twilight had no idea when the bread basket appeared between the two of them but she appreciated it for the lull in conversation it afforded. The growl of her stomach indicated that she had not, in fact, gotten any better at remembering to eat as she grew older. “It was more like we raised each other, really,” Twilight talked around mouthfuls of bread. “I wouldn’t be half the pony I am without him.”

“Princess Sparkle! Talking with your mouth full… Where are your manners?” Velvet pointed her snout upwards, taking the daintiest bite of bread she could possibly manage.

Twilight snorted in mirth. “Why don’t you tell me? I got them from you!”

Velvet pressed a hoof to her chest in mock offense, pausing her charade to mouth a ‘thank you’ to the waiter that came by to refill their water. “You have some nerve, talking to me like that! I brought you into this world and I’m just as capable of taking you out.”

The pair froze, suddenly painfully aware of the server hovering just inside their peripheral with the first course of the night. They dined in relative silence for a few courses after that, only exchanging pleasantries between carefully measured forkfuls. Twilight found herself missing the energy, the spark that was coursing between them prior.

Not that she didn’t love this restaurant or getting to spend time with her mom like this! It just felt… stuffy. Like another state dinner. Like her mom was some foreign dignitary and Twilight was just doing the song and dance routine that her Empire expected of her. She didn’t want to entertain, to perform, to dazzle; she wanted to be herself.

She wanted to go on a date.

That thought haunted Twilight even as the night dragged on. It followed her all the way outside, clinging to her thoughts like a parasite as she sheltered her mother from the brisk spring air. It sapped any enjoyment she could’ve derived from the evening, draining the color from everything around her until all she could see and feel was an oppressive gray. The skyline stretched above her like jagged teeth and here she stood, a dumb animal in the mouth of a predator waiting to devour her whole.

This was wrong, wasn’t it? It had to be. If there was anything she had learned without needing to be taught, it was that daughters didn’t fall in love with their mothers. Not in this way, at least. Daughters were not meant to feel that familiar tightness in their chest, that hypnotic tug at their heartstrings that only love could evoke. Real, true romantic love.

Daughters were meant to look up to their mothers, to aspire to be or surpass them in the ways that only blood could allow. Twilight had done just that, hadn’t she? She had assumed her mothers adventurous spirit. She had raised her own son in the model of her mother, imparting upon Spike the same lessons she had learned from her parents.

Why, then, did she desire something more? Something beyond the bonds of familial love? Why did this feel so good?

Why did any of that matter?

“Twilight? Is everything okay?” Velvet was concerned. Of course she was; Twilight had been acting strange ever since the realization hit her hours ago. It was like a mother to be concerned for her daughter.

“Kind of. It’s complicated.” Before Velvet could press for answers, Twilight carried on. “Did you… want to get something else to eat? I’m still pretty hungry and I... I guess I don’t want tonight to end just yet.”

Velvet paused, thinking the offer over for a brief moment before smiling. Stars, could she smile. Twilight wanted to kiss her then and there. She did not. “I was just thinking the same thing. It’s been really nice, getting to spend time with you like this. I know this great pizza place down by Fifth and Long; I swear the guy who runs it is with the mob. Makes a damn good pie though.”

Twilight smiled, her horn glowing as she charged a teleportation spell. Her mom gave her a pointed look, one eyebrow cocked. “What? It’s cheaper than calling a cab.” With a crack they were gone, reappearing moments later in front of a sleazy looking bar. “Bitey’s Late Night Slice.”

Velvet stepped out from under Twilights wing, ushering her forward. “The guy's name is Bitey.”

Twilight ducked as she entered, feeling suddenly very out of place in the best of ways. The patrons, all working class creatures, turned to look for a moment. If any of them were surprised to see the ruler of Equestria inside a dingy pizza place, none of them showed it. “What do you think he did to get the name Bitey?”

A gruff voice from behind the counter caught Twilight off guard. Slouched over it was a tired looking diamond dog, a mouth full of gold teeth barely visible past his jowls. “Welcome to Bitey’s. Whaddya want?”

Velvet spoke first, seizing the initiative. “Lemme get two extra large cheese pizzas with extra cheese aaaaaaand…”

“...And a pitcher of beer.” Twilight interjected, finishing the order succinctly. Flashing her mom a wry smile, she stepped up to the counter and sat down a bag of bits. She considered counting out total for a moment but decided against it, opting to simply slide the entire thing towards whom she could only assume was Bitey. “Keep the change.”

All she got in reply was a grunt in affirmation. The pitcher of beer was first, drawn from a squeaky old tap tucked away in the corner. They grabbed a booth and poured the first real drink of the night. Twilight took a few strong gulps. It was definitely beer; that much was certain. It was cold and hoppy and had just enough alcohol content to not be liquid bread.

“How’d you find this place?” Twilight turned to her mom, who had already polished off one cup of beer and was midway through pouring her second.

Velvet blinked, affecting the demeanor of a burglar caught in the act. She sipped carefully at the second cup. “I was young once, y’know. This used to be the place to go after studying all night — more than enough pizza and beer to wash away whatever we took those days to keep ourselves awake.”

Twilight reached out with her magic, levitating two pizza boxes over to their table. Bitey only rolled his eyes at the flashy demonstration. “I can’t even begin to imagine the sort of trouble you got into when you were young. Did dad have to domesticate you before he could marry you?”

“Domesticate me? HA! I had to domesticate him!” Velvet sank her teeth into a slice of pizza, closing her eyes in the sort of bliss that only cheap greasy bar food could provide. “I’m still shocked they let feral unicorns into university. Don't get me wrong — he was always a nerd. He just had the social skills of a timberwolf and the social awareness of one too. I’m still impressed that he realized I was flirting with him.”

Twilight couldn’t help but chuckle into her beer at the mental image. “So that’s where I get that from…” She leveled a piece of pizza at her mom, taking a generous bite out of it before continuing. “I only realized Rarity was in love with me when she delivered a hoof-made collar to me. In person.”

Velvet coughed in response, nearly choking on pizza. “She got you a WHAT?”

Twilight refused to elaborate, instead focusing on stuffing as much pizza into her mouth as possible. She thought for a moment about Rarity and about how much she loved her. She thought, then, about Twilight Velvet. About how much she loved her. About kissing her, about taking her to somewhere romantic for dinner, about buying her gifts for Hearts and Hooves Day. About a lot of things, really. Most of all? She thought about how much she wanted this.

Twilight was snapped out of her reverie when a hoof collided with her leg. In front of her was her mom, still in her formal evening wear. Her mane was messy, her eyeshadow a little smudged at the corners and her lipstick all but gone. Most important of all was the fact that she had stacked two pieces of pizza on top of each other and was currently absolutely demolishing them.

“Where are your manners, young lady?” Twilight stuck her tongue out as Velvet could only scowl, chewing laboriously through a mouthful of greasy junk food.

“They left me two pints ago,” Velvet replied back, her voice cut with equal parts snark and affection. “The pretty mare in front of me doesn’t mind, does she?”

Twilight flushed red, trying and failing to suppress a bashful smile. “Not in the slightest. From one pretty mare to another, I’m glad we ended up here tonight. The atmosphere is a lot nicer than Maredison Park.”

Velvet giggled, a bright and bubbly sound that made Twilights heart soar. “I wasn’t gonna say anything if you didn’t. I definitely appreciate a fancy night out as much as the next mare, but this feels a lot more…”

“Intimate?” Twilight ventured.

“Appropriate.” Velvet finished. “Intimate sounds good too though.”

“I blame Rarity! She’s got me reading these trashy romance novels and I just—” Twilight froze as she felt a hoof caress her foreleg.

“I’m assuming Rarity taught you the working definition of the word ‘intimate’?” Velvet batted her eyelashes at her daughter.

“That… Is private information. A lady does not divulge the secrets of her love life without good reason.” Twilight stuck her nose up, trying desperately to defend herself from her mother’s charm.

“Well.” Velvet withdrew her hoof, looking out the window with disinterest clear across her face. “I suppose there’s no accounting for taste.”

Twilight sputtered, scrambling for a reply. She decided the best course of action was to take a few more gulps of beer and cram her hoof directly into her mouth. “I’d be more than happy to start a few new secrets with you, if you’d like.”

Velvet blinked, turning to face Twilight. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen — there wasn’t a single trace of emotion visible on her mother’s face. “Are you coming on to me, Twilight Sparkle?”

Twilight swallowed a lump. “Just… working off a hunch. Trying to reciprocate.” Twilight nearly jumped out of her seat as Velvet took her hoof and pulled her across the table.

“Let me show you how Sparkles reciprocate.”

Twilight Sparkle didn’t expect a kiss. She didn’t mind, either, but she certainly wasn’t expecting one. All she could do in response was give herself over to the flood of endorphins that washed over her, melting into her mother’s lips. She tasted like cheap pizza, cheaper beer, and lavender. It was divine.

Twilight Sparkle definitely didn’t expect tongue. Surprise gave way to heady bliss as their tongues danced, carefully exploring the confines of each other's mouths for a few perfect seconds. Finally their kiss broke, the two of them breathless and stunned beyond words. They stood up in silence, gathering their trash and throwing it away before stumbling out into the streets of Manehattan.

“Hey, m—Velvet,” Twilight started. “That was real, right?”

“I. Yeah, I think it was.” Velvet nestled up to Twilight, who wrapped her up in a wing reflexively.

“Can we do this again?” Twilight couldn’t help but let cautious optimism creep into her voice.

Velvet nodded enthusiastically beside her. “Though you say ‘again’ as if tonight is over, young lady. I seem to recall somepony promising they’d show a pretty mare some secrets.”

With a crack of magic they were gone, standing in a deserted street one moment and an empty bedroom in Canterlot the next.

Just Let Go

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."