Velvet and You

You’ve been sitting on the couch with your head in your hands, staring down at your dick. It looks kind of weird. It’s his dick. Is it gay to touch it? Or is it fine? You’ve only touched it briefly when you peed, and even then you weren’t sure about it. And then when you showered.

To top it off, you’re covered in her, uh, what is this shit? It’s not pee and it’s not jizz. It’s like, girl spunk or discharge or something. Mare juice, since she’s a pony? It’s hot, but it’s kind of gross to just sit in it. You never were a squirter yourself, so everything about this is new.

You’re pondering this when Velvet comes back into the room, and politely coughs to get your attention.

“Ahem. Mister?”

You look up at her. She’s fixed her hair, and cleaned herself off. She smells of the lavender soap, and her hooves are shiny. If you hadn’t seen her wrecked body twenty minutes ago, you’d have no idea that she’s the one who squirted all over your shirt. Her eyes are focused intently on you, but she’s calm.

Notably, she doesn’t come particularly close.

You grunt an awkward response, “Hi.”

She takes a tentative step forward, then nods at the clock. “It’s late, but we should clean up before bed… and we need to talk.”

You gesture at your shirt, “I don’t have any other clothes…”

She blushes, then deflates. “We’ll get you some tomorrow. For now, I’ll need to wash them.”

You shrug, then stand up and start undressing. She watches you curiously. As you lift your shirt over your head, the wet spot goes across you face and you smell it. It sends a tingle to your still erect dick, and you shudder. As you take it off, she pulls it from your grasp with magic. She’s looking at your chest intently. Smiling, you flex a pec and her eyes lock on the strange movement. You do the other, and her eyes flick to that side. She turns and blushes when you chuckle.

Her smooth purple and white hair half covers her eyes as she looks away in a huff. You tease her, “My pants and boxers are soaked. Are you gonna wash those, too?”

She turns back and glares at you, the blush gone. “Of course. Take them off.”

You momentarily freeze, “But then I’ll be naked?”

She continues to coldly glare, “So?”

Eh, why not. You already finger fucked her bum. She can look at your (his) body. You unbuckle your pants, and let them drop to the floor. She watches, but only with curiosity. Your hands pause on your boxers, then you ask her one more time, “Are you sure?”

She picks your pants up and glares, “Yes. I can see the stain from here. We have to wash it. Along with the couch…”

You look over your shoulder at the couch. Yeah, there was a little splash zone, wasn’t there? Shrugging, you drop your trousers and stand proudly naked. Your dick falls from the trouser waistband and sort of bounces as it points at her.

Velvet gasps, seemingly horrified. “Put that away!”

You roll your eyes, and pull your boxers back up. She stomps in response, “I need to wash those!”

“Okay…” you awkwardly drop them again.

She blushes, but doesn’t flinch this time. “I said to put that away! I’m serious, Mister. We need to talk about this.”

You pull your boxers back up. Velvet stomps up to you, and rips them down, pulling them to the ground, “I need those! I have to wash them!”

Your dick is inches from her face this time, and she freezes as it points at her again.

You shrug, stepping out of the boxers and sliding them to her on the floor. “I’m getting mixed messages here, Velvet. Do you want me naked or not?”

She stays still, her eyes locked on it as she slowly and furiously responds, actual anger in her voice, “Just sheathe the damned thing, you disgusting animal.”

She’s close enough to grab. You still have a hard dick. Her head is dick height. He has ideas. You aren’t sure if they’re good ideas, but you’re on board. She doesn’t flinch as you snake your hand into her hair.

Velvet’s eyes look up to you, narrowing with a dangerous anger. “We need to clean up, Mister.”

Your hand grabs her scalp, behind her horn. Her head is still hot, and her horn is warm from the levitation she’s doing, “Velvet, I can’t put it away. I don’t have a sheathe. That’s what my clothes are for.”

Her eyes drift back down to your dick, “Oh.”

You lick your lips, “Also, I watched you cum twice. I’m new at this masculine thing. I don’t even know how to masturbate. I have no idea how much of a mess it’s going to make.”

She looks back up, her eyes narrowing further. “And?”

You smile, “If you’re going to clean up, it only makes sense to do it after I cum, too, right? Or are you the kind of gal that’s only out for your own entertainment?”

Her narrowed eyes go wide in disbelief, “Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying, I got you off twice tonight. I haven’t came at all since I got here. It only makes sense to return the favor before we clean up. Plus, I can’t put this thing away. It’s going to be erect until I do something with it.”

Velvet’s glare softens slightly as she thinks. She glances back down at your dick, then back up at you. Her tail swishes, and a blush forms on her cheeks as she mulls it over.

You gently scratch behind her ear, and she leans into it ever so slightly. “Plus, you promised to be my kitty-cat tonight. You promised you’d lick me if I did good, and I think I deserve a lick from my cute little pussy.”

Her blush deepens as you slowly press her head towards your cock. You can feel the heat from her breathing over your tip, and it is magical. She slightly pulls back, and you let her. She stays looking at it, and a sad lonely voice asks you, “Do… you really think I’m cute?”

“From the moment I saw you.”

She leans slightly forward, sniffing it. The rush of air around your cock is exhilarating, and it twitches slightly. “I’m married. We shouldn’t do this.”

That wasn’t for you, so you don’t respond. Instead you gently push her head toward your dick. She looks at you, then glances down. She’s pressing back, only pretending to fight you. Just enough that she can rationalize it in her head. She tried. You were too strong. That's what she'd tell herself.

You don’t really care what lies she tells herself when her mouth opens and you feel her wide, hot pony tongue press against your cock-head. The sensation is electrifying, “Holy Shit.”

She glances up to glare at you, miffed by your vulgarity but not slowing down. Your dick slides into her mouth, gliding across her tongue. She can’t say anything as her mouth wraps around your cock, but her eyes look up to yours.

She looks strangely sad and excited. Like she’s disappointed in herself, but also gleeful to indulge her base desires. You don’t care. She’s hot inside, and wet. Her face is adorable all red and puffed as she starts to lick around your shaft.

She’s done this before.

You shudder.

She’s good at this.

Her face slides forward, and you feel her snout pressed into the unkempt patch of pubic hair above your dick. She takes a deep breath of your scent as she lavishes the underside of your balls with her tongue. You feel her throat quake around your cock-head.

She’s real good at this.

You’ve never felt like this before. He’s in the back of your mind. He likes this. This is how it should be. You shiver, feeling her tongue lap at you as her warm lips squeeze your shaft. You’re happy with this.

He wants more. You figure why not?

You slide one hand down to her cheek, and put your other on the other side so that you’re holding her head in both hands. Slowly, you move her back and forth over your dick. The sensation is amazing. She knows exactly when to lick, exactly when to suck, and exactly when to squeeze and squish. And when your cock hits the back of her throat?

It feels like Velvet.

She’s focused, her eyes calm and easy. Something about having her so devoted to making you feel good makes you tingle. You want her like this all the time. He wants her.

He needs her.

You shiver as you push your Velvet deeper onto your dick. She’s yours right now. Every bit of her mind is focused on your cock, and every bit of her mouth is working it. Her cute little mouth is burning around your dick, and you want to mark it somehow. She needs to remember this moment.

Gently, you push deeper, forcing her mouth to open wider so you can get further. She stretches for you, and you feel your dick pop slightly down her throat. It isn’t much, but it’s there. You’re inside her neck. She’s frozen, watching you with calm, teary eyes. This clearly hurts her, but she’s also okay with it. You've come to realize that she's a tough little mare.

You stay like that for a moment, buried as deep as you can go while you stare at her face. It grows redder. Her eyes flutter, then refocus. She isn’t breathing. Tears run down her face faster and faster. She doesn’t pull back as you see her grow more relaxed, more limp. Slowly, her eyes start to roll back and limply leans into you. You feel a weak tap on your leg. She’s softly tapping you with her hooves, trying to tell you something.

You pull back, and a rush of air is pulled around your cock. She desperately breathes in through your pubes, taking whatever air she can get. You watch as her eyes refocus, and her breathing resumes around your cock as it’s settled on her tongue. Her snout is leaking mucus now. Her fur is matted and wet. She’s gasping, coughing, and choking around your dick.

But she doesn’t pull away. You let her catch her breath while you pump shallowly into her mouth. Just past her lips and across her tongue. Once she’s recovered, she doesn’t say anything, or even struggle when you push back deep in to her throat.

She locks eyes with you, and this time it’s too much. She’s willing. She’d let you do it again. She’d choke for your pleasure, and you both know it.

You pull slightly back, unsure of what to do. The feeling is coming from inside, a tingle that runs from your balls to your shaft, or does it start from the head? You’ve never felt this before but you know what it is.

“Velvet… I’m…” You try to tell her, to let her know that you’re there. It's happening for the first time..

She licks around your shaft and you can’t help it. Something erupts. A squirt from his dick and into her mouth. It feels like nothing you’ve experienced before. It’s euphoric. Your whole body shakes and you sink into her as another squirt happens. She licks you, never stopping as it happens. Her hot breath running through your groin and down your leg. Something drips down your leg, you think it’s her drool.

You squirt again, holding her cheeks tightly between your hands. You feel empty, as though she’s sucking your soul through your dick. Your body relaxes, and you sigh deeply, standing straighter.

Velvet’s tongue is still around your dick, still licking it. It’s too much now, the sensation is tingling and almost hurting. Carefully, you push her back, and she opens her mouth slightly. There’s white goo inside, coating her tongue.

It’s your cum. Her cute little mouth is full of your cum. Shivering, you tilt her head back so you can get a better look. You use your hand to gently pull down her jaw. Her mouth is open, wide open, and you can see your cum staining it. It’s on her teeth, coating her tongue, smeared on the back of her throat.

She’s looking at you calmly with a blush on her face.

Your voice is shaking, there’s still one thing you want to see, “Swallow.”

Velvet blinks as you let go of her jaw. She closes her mouth for a moment, and you see her move her tongue inside. She stares at you, then blinks again as her throat slightly quivers. After a silent moment, she opens her mouth on her own. It’s clean.

He’s satisfied. She’s his whore. You lean down and kneel next to her so you’re at the same height. She looks at you with her still open mouth, and say what you feel. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Velvet blushes profusely, and you kiss her. She melts into the kiss. Her tongue is salty and rough, and her lips are dry and sticky. But she still tastes like Velvet.

As you pull away from the kiss you look at each other, just looking at each others eyes. She’s calm, and seemingly happy. You are too. That was not what you expected. It was wild, and crazy. You don’t know what you wanted, but you haven’t felt this satisfied and content since you came here.

“You are… scary good at that.” You compliment her awkwardly.

She winks, with a smile, “I’m a married mare, after all.”

The wink and smile make you shiver, you like that. “I need a moment to catch my breath… You were like an animal.”

Velvet seems to puff with pride as she lifts up her hoof to her face. She licks it, like a cat grooming as she looks at you and smiles. “Meow!”

You’re naked. It’s kind of nice. Velvet is sitting next to you on the couch. You both cleaned the room, even the little splash zone on the couch. The heavy scent of lavender fills the room. You’ve washed up yourself, using the same soap she does. Both of you are quiet as you wait for the laundry to finish.

It’s late, far too late. Velvet chimes up. “We can’t do this again. This was a one time thing.”

You strongly disagree, but aren’t sure how to say that, “Why not?”

She sighs, and looks at you sadly, “I’m married, Mister. For real. I love Night Light, and his heart would be broken if he had any idea that I did… that with you.”

You shrug. You’ve never been a good person, “Then don’t tell him.”

She takes a deep breath, “I’m not going to. I can’t. And you can’t either.”

“Okay. Easy enough.”

She puts her hooves over her face, “This isn’t me! I’ve never done anything like this!”

You listen to her for a moment before you answer, “I don’t know what me is.”

She groans stands up from the couch, actively dusting herself off like some sort of spiritual cleaning. You watch her cute little movements and your eyes are drawn to her tail. A thought rings through your head, you still haven’t played with her pussy.

She looks at you and frowns. Her horn lights up and a quick shock in your hand disorients you. She’s glaring at you. “You can’t look at me like that. We can’t do that.”

You complain, “You don’t know what I was thinking.”

She glares, “You were staring at my tail and you had that look. The one you get before you do something you’re not supposed to. I might not know exactly what it was, but I got the general idea.”

You grumble, “But you’re so adorasexy! I mean, what do you expect me to do with you flaunting your soft little butt around and your cute face, and your gorgeous blue eyes, and even your attitude. You’re emotionally mature, a loving, caring wom...mare, but with the body and libido of a college girl.”

She’s staring at you with wide eyes, and you see a blush forming. Her tail swishes left and right, then swishes a little too far. You get a glance of her pussy, the dark skin looking soft and fuzzy. You want to touch it.

She shakes her head angrily, and you feel a zap again, this time enough to make your hand tingly and nub. “And you have to stop complimenting me. It’s… too much.”

You grunt as you pull angrily on your numb hand. “It’s not my fault you’re a slut.”

Velvet opens her mouth, horrified at what you called her. “Take that back.”

You glare angrily back, trying to get feeling back in your hand, “No. I just wanted to pet you like a cat and squish your face or something. You’re the one that made it all weird and sexual.”

She huffs, now actually angry as she starts to yell. Her voice is surprisingly loud and gets louder as she screams, “Me? You think I caused this? I told you no horn, then you grab my horn. I told you no face, then you grab my face! And then, to top it off, you give me a fucking mating bite and make me meow for you like a cat! I had to run to the bathroom to masturbate. You sent me to my own bathroom where I desperately masturbated like a helpless filly in heat! Three Celestia damned times! I have two adult children! I’m too old for this!”

You suddenly smirk, feeling proud of yourself, “So I made you diddle yourself like you were a teen, huh? What a slut.”

She whips her head to the side in embarrassment and anger. “I can’t do this right now! Go to bed. Your clothes will be done in the morning. I can’t look at you, you make me so…” She stomps her hoof and screams, “Argh!”

As she walks away her tail swishes angrily from side to side, and you get a clear view of her backside. Licking your lips, you shout after her, “Horny! I make you horny!”

A magic zap goes flying by your head as she walks away, and you briefly wonder if maybe you shouldn’t be taunting the emotionally distraught powerful unicorn. Then your eyes lock on her tail. It’s pressed to the side as she walks, no longer swishing and just showing you everything.

Better still, she walks herself stiffly to the bathroom, and not towards her bedroom.

Sitting back on the couch, you decide that it absolutely was worth it. She probably agrees with you right now. At least she will until she’s finished diddling herself like a filly in heat.

The morning comes and you feel pretty good. Velvet, though, is a little grumpy. She dumped your clothes on you to wake you up, and demanded that you get dressed. You briefly considered asking what crawled up her asshole, then remembered that it was you.

With that happy memory, nothing could ruin your morning. First, you begged her to take you out of the house. She angrily denied you, claiming that you were too crude and dangerous to be around other ponies.

You felt that was a rude response on her part, but didn't press it. For breakfast, she made oatmeal. It was bland, and had no sugar. She left it in front of you, then walked away. You still enjoyed it, and even relished the warmth it had.

Soon enough, you were planted on the couch watching television and she was there as well buried in one of her books. Admittedly, she was sitting much further from you than she usually did, but she was still there. And that brings you up to now.

As you watch the continuing saga of Gumdrop Heart, the phone rings. Velvet is up and out like a lightning bolt. Before the second ring even considered chiming, she's already answering. Her voice is quiet, but happy. You can't make out what she's saying, so you do your best to sneak closer.

Her voice is now slightly more firm, "Eight tonight? Don't toy with me, Night. If you can't make it, then that's fine. I just need to hear from you!"

She twirls the cord in her hoof as she listens.

"I'll believe it when it happens. I'm pretty angry at you, Night. You're telling me eight, but it's going to be more like ten, if at all."

She frowns, "Fine. I'll be ready at eight. I'll eat at nine, with or without you. If you aren't here, I'm giving your portion to the human that little Twilight is having me watch."

She glances at you, then shoes you away with her hoof. You don't go anywhere.

There is some murmuring from his end.

Velvet frowns deeper. "I'm deathly serious here, Night. If you don't show or call, I'm locking the doors at ten. If you're later than that, don't bother coming home tonight. If you can't make it, please just call! All I need is a call."

She sounds desperate.

She smiles, "You promise?"

She smiles wider, "Okay... I love you. See you tonight!"

She puts the phone down, then turns to you with the biggest grin imaginable. "He's finally coming home tonight!"

Damn, she's cute. Her little eyes are wide and her ears are forward. She looks like a puppy dog. You smile back, "Neat! So I finally get to meet him."

She pales, "Oh... Oh no."

You shrug, "Don't worry about it. I can keep a secret."

She glares at you suspiciously, "I don't believe you."

You reach out and pat her little puppy dog head, "I promise."

Velvet's suspicion melts into unrestrained glee. "Lets go out! We don't need to wait around this stuffy house all day!"

You pump your arm, infected by her excitement. "Yes!"

Canterlot is less busy than when you first showed up. The streets are a little slower, and you don't see as many ponies about. Still, it's nice to be outside. Velvet is taking you sightseeing. There's a statue garden on the agenda, and in the back of your mind you wonder if it's where Discord is held. The thought gives you pause.

"Hey, Velvet, where's Discord?"

She glances over her shoulder and frowns, "He's probably with Fluttershy, or in his chaos dimension. I'm not particularly close."

You put a hand on her back as you walk together. It seems innocent enough, and she doesn't complain. It's probably the pony equivalent of just rubbing on each other while you walk. "Do you think he knows anything about me."

She snorts, "Doubtful. He's less than useful, and you probably don't want what help he has to give. He's caused more problems around here than most villains that aren't reformed."

Some ponies walk by, giving you a wide berth as they glance at Velvet. You smirk as you realize that they are only looking at her once. Take that, Double Take.

As you're looking around, you see a store with covered windows and a few "X"s on it. You stop, using your hand to stop Velvet. She looks up at you in annoyance, "What?"

You point at the store, "What the hell is that?"

She looks at it, then sighs. "It's an adult store, for adult ponies. Not for children," she pauses a moment before squinting at you suspiciously, "or humans."

You keep pointing. Some ponies are watching, but you don't mind, "So they sell like, dildos and butt-plugs and stuff?"

She shrugs, "Probably? I've never been inside and have no intention of changing that. Stop pointing, it's rude. Come on, we only have a few hours to see as much as we can. I heard that the museum has a new exhibit on the pre-sisters era. If you keep slowing us down, we'll skip lunch. I intend to see that exhibit before we go home tonight."

Lunch? She wouldn't! "You wouldn't!"

She starts walking as your hand falls, "I would. But lets hope you don't find out."

Suddenly you find yourself moving with an unexpected pep. You have no intention of missing lunch, pony sex store or not.

It's evening. You've been good all day. Well, relatively good. Velvet has been in a chipper mood as well. She's making some stuffed eggplant thing, and it smells delicious. You had a good time about the town with her. Unsurprisingly, she's a bit of a history buff. She talked your ear off about every little thing at the museum, and knew about every statue at the garden.

The town had been bizarre. They didn't have cars, but did have carriages that were pulled by other ponies. You wondered about it, and asked Velvet. She told you that some ponies are inherently faster than others, and a slow pony can save quite a bit of time by hiring a carriage pulled by a fast pony. It's just sort of assumed that any pony pulling a carriage is fast.

Pony culture seemed to be full of things like that. Ponies did what they were supposed to do, and what they were expected to do. As a result, if you saw a pony doing something, it was safe to assume that they were "supposed" to. So the guy wearing a badge and giving orders? Nobody is going to check that he's actually a cop. The town guard? Of course they can beat you up, so don't push it. Is there a street magician? They're going to be a little sneaky, but very entertaining. It's just how they are.

The idea is confusing to you. It's not exactly a matter of fate, but it is something different than with humans. You could name your kid whatever you want, and their name wouldn't cause them to become a corrupt accountant. You couldn't tell if it was cause or effect. Was Double Take a corrupt accountant because her parents named her lazily, or was it because her mom was psychic?

Either way, who would name their kid something like High-Ball, or Street-Sweep, or Inside Job? And then, who would hire somepony named "Inside Job" to work for them? Ponies seemed to have name blindness. It worked around them, and it was strange. Walking around the city just sort of hammered it in with every one of Velvet's history lessons.

The heroes all had heroic, or at least cute as fuck, names and the baddies all had clearly bad guy names. Velvet hadn't seemed to notice as she explained it. Even lunch had come from a guy named "Donut Joe", which weirdly, you knew. You didn't know why you knew him, but you did. Some ponies you didn't know, and some you did. You hadn't figured that out either.

You sigh as you wait on your couch, watching the television. A thought occurs to you, "Hey, Velvet, like, can I move into one of your guest rooms? It's gonna be weird with your husband around. I might want to hide or something."

She pokes her head back around the corner, floating some chopped vegetables around her, "They're not really guest rooms, Mister. They're my kids rooms."

You frown. Oh. That makes sense. "So, I'm just gonna live on the couch then?"

She frowns and ducks her head back into the kitchen. "No, you're right... We have the room." There's the sound of sizzling and something clanging as she closes a pot. She steps out of the kitchen wearing an apron and straightens it for a second. "Twilight is the one who sent you here, so why don't we move you into her room?"

Your frown turns upside down. "Really? Isn't that, you know, weird, all things considered? Why not Shining's room?"

She sighs, "Yes. It is weird. But it makes the most sense. Her room has a bed big enough for you, and she's the one who sent you here. Shining has a bigger bed, but it's wider than long, and they have the little loft for Flurry. Twilight has the castle in town," Velvet sniffs, "She doesn't need to stay here."

You think about that, considering her considerations, "So, like, how long am I going to be here?"

Velvet frowns, "I don't know. Twilight might ask you to go to the castle, or get you an apartment, or maybe figure out how to send you back. She also does occasional work with humans at some school world, so maybe she'll find a place for you there. Or maybe she'll leave you with her mother. We wont know until she gets back."

That gave you plenty to think about. Your mind has been strange, so thinking about the future was low on your list. You've just been trying to survive somehow, maybe understand what was happening, and get another peek at Velvet's soft pussy.

"Weird. I guess you're my mom now."

Velvet frowns at you and sticks out her tongue, "You are not my child. If you were, then you'd be in big trouble, Mister."

There's a beep from the kitchen, and she runs back inside. You keep thinking. "What kind of job should I get? What kind of job can I get?"

There's a clang, and some pots move around, "You shouldn't need one. Night and I make good bits. If the worst comes to pass, Twilight can help support you, too."

"So you're not just a GILF, you're my sugar mamma too. Sweet."

Warm, fragrant steam fills the house as she works on something in the kitchen, "I can't see you from here, but stop with the flirting." She adds, "I'll shock you."

You laugh, "And you're spicy too. You do really remind me of a cat sometimes."

An electric bolt comes flying from the kitchen, around the corner and glancing across your shoulder. It stings like a bitch, and leaves your shoulder tingling in a weirdly lethargic way. You shout in surprise, "Ow!"

She pokes her head around the corner and frowns, disappointed, "You're still conscious. I must have missed. Next time I wont miss. You will not speak of that, or you will sleep through dinner."

You lean back in the couch, massaging your limp shoulder. She wasn't kidding. Unlike the other zaps she's sent your way that numbed you from the shock, this one really full on disabled your arm. If that hit your head, you hope it would only knock you out. For a moment, you feel fear. If she could do that from around the corner, while distracted, what could she do if she was in the room? You've been playing with fire.
"Yes, Mom."

You like fire.

Velvet is sitting across from you at the table, angrily stabbing her eggplant. It's just after nine. "I knew he'd be late. I don't know why I thought he'd be on time. He's never on time."

You nervously take a bite. She made three of them, but one was sloppy. Originally, she'd sat you down in front of the sloppy one, but when nine came, she swapped the plates with her magic. You would have been happy with the sloppy one. This is absolutely delicious.

She grumbles, sipping her wine, then looks at you, "No call. He could have called. He knows he can call."

She takes a bite, then takes another angry drink.

You try, "Maybe he's busy?"

She glares at you, pointing her fork at you in the process. "Of course he's busy. He's always busy. Always late. I wouldn't mind! I understand why he's not here, but I don't understand why he doesn't call!"

Awkwardly, you look down at your plate and eye the eggplant thing, "He's missing out. This is a killer... whatever it is."

She takes another bite, "I know. It's excellent. I married him to be with him... Doesn't he understand that?"

You sigh, "I'm sure he wants to be with you Velvet. I'm sure he wants to be here right now, but he can't."

She stares at you, tears forming in her eyes, "How could you possibly know that?"

You shrug, "I mean, I want to be with you. You're funny, a little mean, super hot, super cute, and your food is amazing." You fork a bit of the eggplant, and shove it in your mouth, "I mean, this is fucking delicious."

Her fork floats down and she stares at you angrily for a moment, then she relaxes and her answer is cold and sad, "I told you not to flirt with me tonight. Especially with the bad words."

You roll your eyes, "I'm not flirting. I'm serious. You're great, and anybody that thinks otherwise is intellectually impaired. I don't think you'd marry a retard, so he's only not here because he can't be."

She glares for a second, then deflates, "Don't... say it like that. That's rude, childish and careless..."

You take another bite, chewing it slowly before you answer, "Like what?"

She sets her fork down, her anger seemingly gone. "You can't... Just... Never mind." She looks at the door and takes a breath before looking back at you, "So what was your favorite part of the city today?"

You smile as you recount how strange the whole city was. She quietly listens, and is overly polite. Over the next hour or so, you have a pleasant dinner with Twilight Velvet as the clock ticks by.

It's a little after ten thirty. She promised to lock the door. He never showed. You are sitting on the couch, and she's mumbling something to herself by the door. She's not happy.

Velvet walks slowly from the door and stands by the couch. "The door's locked. Lets get you into a real room. I've been a terrible host. Just because you never complained doesn't mean I should have left you on the couch."

You awkwardly shrug, "I don't mind. I was just curious, you know? And since he's not here, I don't..." Her horn sparks and you stop talking. Maybe she's more pissed than she seems.

"Lets not talk about certain things right now, Mister." Her eyes look dead.

You nod quietly.

She silently leads you to one of the rooms you haven't had a chance to go in. When she opens the door, you are assaulted by the color purple. There are stars on everything, and you see books piled everywhere. The bed is clear and neat, and there's a medium sized basket with a clearing around it as well.

Velvet walks inside, inspecting it, "It's not too messy. She's usually quite neat. I'll ask her about moving her things when she gets back, although I'm sure she wont mind if you want to read one of her books."

You follow her, and look at the bed. It's certainly big enough. There's a big star mark on it, identifying it as Twilight's. "Are you sure it's okay to sleep in her bed?"

Velvet hums as she picks up a small mess of paper and shuffles it into the trash, "She won't mind. I promise. She's very understanding. More so than me or... Him." She glares at the trash can.

Eh, fuck it. You fall back onto the bed, relishing how soft it is. This is way better than a couch. You sigh in contentment, "Well thanks! I'm not used to living in luxury like this. I owe you."

She looks like she wants to ask you something, then turns her head stiffly, "You're welcome. It's not luxury, exactly, but it's also not a couch in the living room. Regardless if he ever does come home, at least you'll have some privacy. Goodnight." She turns to leave, her tail swishing angrily.

The door slams shut on her way out.

You can't sleep. It hasn't been long, but the bed is too soft. You miss the clock, the little kitschy decorations, the homey sayings, all that nonsense. Even the little throw that had hearts embroidered in it. Carefully, you make your way out of the room, and stalk your way back to the living room. You aren't sure why. Maybe it's just to get a glance. Maybe it's to steal something.

Never mind. You know exactly why. It's definitely to steal something. You want something from the living room to put in your new digs. Twilight Sparkle's room was too... book filled. Maybe one of the little nuzzling pony figures. Would Velvet miss that?

As you creep through the dark house, you hear a weird noise. It's muffled and repeating, and sounds maybe squeaky. It seems to be coming from the living room, the place you were going.

As you get closer, you make it out. It's Velvet. She's crying. Of course she'd cry here. Her bedroom belongs to her and Night, but this room is her fortress. This is her sanctuary. So if she needs to cry, this would be where she went.

You feel oddly uncomfortable about living in it for the past few days. Has she been hanging out with you not because of you, but because of this room? You've basically been forcing her to hang with you. Awkwardly, you stop in the kitchen, unsure of what to do. You bump a chair, and there's a scratching noise as it tips sideways against the table.

Velvet stops crying, and her response is immediate, "Mister? Are you there?"

You consider fleeing, but then remember her electric bolt from across the kitchen. If she thinks you're a burglar, there's no telling what she'll do. "Umm.... Maybe?"

She's quiet for a moment, thinking.. You consider leaving now. This wasn't what you wanted.

Her voice is strangely clear, somehow ringing like crystal, "Can you come here please? I could use some company."

You make your way through the darkened kitchen, and into the living room. She's on the couch. There's a book sitting next to her, closed. Her eyes are puffy and dark, and it's pretty clear she's been crying for a while.

You sit next to her, and she leans on you silently. You stay like this, unsure of what to do. Your arm snakes around her shoulder, and you pull her into a hug. Ponies love hugs.

She sniffles a little, but her voice is still unearthly clear, "I can't sleep. Can you stay up with me tonight?"

You haven't been sleeping, so you figure why not. "Eh, sure."

She snuggles into you, quietly for a while as her sniffles clear. Eventually, she rubs her head into your chest like a cat looking for attention. On reflex, you put your hand on her head. She smiles, and looks up at you in the dim room.

"Did you mean what you said about me?"

You smirk back, "Yeah, you're my sugar mamma.

She frowns, "No, the other thing. The thing from earlier."

You lean down to her and smile, "You are great, and anyone that says otherwise is a fucking retard."

She blushes profusely and gasps as you muss up her hair. "Don't say it like that!"

The warmth in her smile makes your heart beat. You love this pony. Oh man, what does that mean? He immediately decides that you need to sabotage the moment. You don't like the idea, but for some reason you have to roll with it. "Or did you mean when I called you a slut?"

Velvet freezes, and her smile falters. Her eyes flicker to you, to your hand, to the kitchen, to the door, and then back to you. She blinks, her eyes wide as her mind does some invisible calculus. It hardly takes a second for her eyes to settle back on you, some decision reached but her emotion inscrutable, "If... If you want."

You aren't sure if that’s really what you want, but it’s definitely what He wants. You don't really have a reason not to push for it. You aren’t against it. Your hand scratches behind her ear and you feel her shiver. You haven't really done anything to make her shiver, not yet, but she's thinking about it. Now you’re thinking about it. You like it when she shivers.

You feel a little guilty. She's vulnerable right now, and you know it. This isn’t how she’d normally act, but she’s desperate. Maybe you should stop this? You go to say something, to tell her that tonight you just want to hold her, but He stops you. When she's vulnerable is the best time. It’ll be easier to get her to do all the weird stuff.

The thought almost horrifies you. That is definitely not you. Or, maybe it's not the you that you want it to be. Maybe it really is you. Maybe you and Him aren't so different. His body and your mind seemed to have merged, so you must be similar in some way. You must have some compatibility.

As you pet the pensive Velvet, you have a flash back to when you were a kid. There was another little girl, and you told her that she couldn't play with you unless she gave you her pencil. You wanted it because it had Majesty on the tip and Majesty could grant wishes. That's what your mom always told you. The girl looked sad, but let you have it.

You kept that pencil for a decade and half. Sometimes you felt guilty about it, but the girl kept hanging around you after that. You got more things from her over the years. More little tokens of friendship. But you kept your end of the deal. She was your friend... until she learned better.

Yeah, you've always been a dick. Even when you were little.

So maybe these manipulative thoughts aren't entirely his. They don’t exactly feel alien.

Velvet buries her head in your side as your hand trails around her neck. She’s silent as you stroke her. Slowly, your hands wander. There's no response as your hand trickles past her ears and to her chin, no shudder when you gently grab her horn, and no quivering when your hand dips across her cutie mark. It’s as though she’s dead to your touch.

You lean down and give her a soft kiss on her forehead, just below her horn. She sniffles, then tilts her head up to kiss you back. Her lips touch yours and you see that her eyes are wet, but they're warming up. She has a slight blush across the bridge of her nose. It’s cute.

The couch is only lit by the starlight coming through the window, and you find her even more alluring in the dim light of the evening. You can't help yourself, "God you're beautiful..."

Her eyes seem to twinkle and her response is sad, "You really shouldn't flirt with me... I'm a married mare, Mister."

You smirk as you kiss her nose. Her eyes are wide and focused on you. Nose kisses are intimate to ponies, less lewd but more affectionate than mouth to mouth kisses. You’ve crossed another line hard and fast, without even thinking about the repercussions. She shifts around, but doesn't flinch away. Your answer is slow, "That sounds like your problem, not mine."

She stiffens as you pull her snout upwards and gently kiss her mouth. As you pull out of the kiss, she licks her lips, and her eyes squint. She’s thinking, probably about what you’ve just done and what you’re likely to do. Her answer is slow but determined, "I suppose it is..."

As you hold her head in place, you stare at each other for a few seconds in the dark. She shivers. "So, Velvet... What are your rules tonight? I don't think I’m going to stop at just grabbing your horn..."

She shivers as she narrows her eyes and her answer is low, "I don't think you will either."

You kiss her again, and she returns the kiss warmly. "I’m sure you have some rules for me tonight."

She licks her lips again, "I don't see why I should bother. You treat them more like goals, anyways."

"So you don't mind if I grab your horn?" Your hand slips to her horn, and you gently stroke it upwards.

She's quick to answer, and she sounds vaguely annoyed, "I haven't stopped you, yet.”

"What about your face?" You tease her as your other hand grabs her chin.

She just stares at you, "We’ve already been kissing. Seems a little late for that."

"What about your... neck?" Your hand shifts from her horn to the base of her neck.

Velvet stiffens, but then relaxes, "I… if that's what you want."

You gently give her a light squeeze as you lean in for another kiss. She shakes, and exhales into you. Her breath is sweet. As quick as it came, you let go. She doesn't make to move as your hand slides lower down her back, across her cutie mark, and settles on her tail dock.

"And your cute little tail?"

Her eyes slide to the side, "I'd rather ask you not to."

You tilt your head at the odd response, "Will you?"

She bites her lip before she answers, "No."

You gently wrap your fingers around the base of her tail while watching her eyes. She stays calm as you pull her tail to the side, fully uncovering her. "You’re that easy, huh?"

Velvet takes a deep breath before her answer, "Yes."

You kiss her again, this time slipping in your tongue. She reciprocates, and before you know it, you've let go of her tail and are just stroking the sides of her body as you make out with her. She's warm and energetic, eager to return your affection. She's surprisingly sweet inside tonight. It takes a few minutes, but after a while, your tongue and her mouth are fully re-acquainted with each other and her hoof has trailed its way up your chest. Breathless, you pull away.

"And what if I want to go lower..." You lean down to her ear and whisper, "deeper..."

She freezes. Velvet doesn't say anything for a few seconds, she just closes her eyes and quietly breathes.

You chuckle as you whisper even quieter into her stiffly up ear, "What will you do when I get under your tail again?"

Her ear folds back, as though to deny that she heard you say that. Her quiet breathing speeds up.

She doesn't want to talk, but all that does is give you a new goal. "Did you masturbate last night after we were done?"

She keeps her eyes closed when she quietly and reluctantly answers, "Yes."

"And what were you thinking of?"

Her ear twitches as your breath rolls over it, and she freezes for a second before she slowly presses you back. She cranes her head to move her ear away from your Faustian mouth. Velvet opens her eyes to glare at you angrily as she slowly answers, "It's not your business."

You reach your arm around her head, grasping the back of her scalp, "I think it might be."

She glances downward and away, but doesn't say anything. Her cheeks are flushed bright red.

You grin as you hold her head firmly in place, "What was it about?"

She nervously glances up, her eyes glaring with both embarrassment and anger, "It's the way you look at me... Like I'm pretty."

You pause, momentarily confused, "But, uh, you are pretty?"

Velvet covers her face with her hooves, and whines, "You can't keep flirting with me!"

"I obviously can."

She lowers her hooves to look at you with a bright red face, the embarrassment making her voice quiver, "Please don’t do this... I'm married."

You shrug, letting her go completely, "And you can leave at any time."

She nervously looks around, her eyes drifting to the dark kitchen. She glances down to her book, the cover unreadable in the dim starlight.

You take off your shirt as she thinks. You're getting too hot either way. When she turns back around, you're shirtless.

When she sees you, her eyes drift up your chest, and hers glisten in the twilight as she slowly admits a thought, "I just…. I don't want to be alone tonight."

You reach out and gently stroke her back. "And he's not here tonight, is he?"

She glances angrily at the locked door and her answer is curt, almost violent, "No, he's not."

You gently turn her head again, making her look at you, "But I am."

She sighs, deflating. "You are..."

You don't whisper, your voice is confidently conversational, "Then tell me, Pussy-Cat. What are the rules for when I get under your tail tonight?"

She keeps looking at you and she bites her lip. She wants to say something, but wont. Or perhaps can't.

You pull her into a kiss. This time she's aggressive, her little mouth practically bites yours as she sucks on your lip. Her tongue presses into you, and you fight to push it back. She's got her eyes closed, and you quickly come to an equilibrium of wrestling tongues. You might taste blood, but you aren't sure if it's yours.

She doesn't want to think about this, but you need her to. As you pull out of the strange kiss, she practically clings to you. Her chest is heaving, and yours is as well.

This time, you grab her firmly, holding her in place with her horn. "Answer me, Pussy-Cat. What, exactly are the rules for when I get under your tail?"

She stares at you for a second then growls like a feral cat as she angrily spits the answer out, "I'm not going to give you permission to rape me."

You're almost offended by her allegation. "We both know that’s not what this is."

She squints at you, her eyes somewhere between disgust and curiosity as you lean in for another kiss. Her mouth isn’t as eager as it was a few seconds ago, but she doesn’t pull away either. Slowly, her lips part and you dip your tongue into her once more. It doesn’t take long before she’s climbing up you, pawing at your chest with her surprisingly soft hooves while you wrap your arms around her back.

Before you know it, she’s in your lap again. You certainly didn’t put her there, and this time her hooves are wrapped around your neck as her lips stay locked with yours. Her fur presses against your chest for the first time as she grinds into you, and you are distinctly aware of how warm she is.

Your hands wander her back, pressing against her sides, her spine, and even poking around her cutie mark. Now that you’re thinking about it, she feels softer than usual, and she smells more like berries and less like lavender.

You gently grab her by her neck, and softly pull her off your face. Not hard enough to trigger her freezing response, but hard enough that she can’t resist the pull. She watches you, her face inscrutable as you admire her. Aside from the wet tear streaks, her fur does look softer and smoother than normal. It even looks like she used some kind of makeup under her eyes, bleaching her fur even more alabaster than usual.

“You’re all dolled up, aren’t you?”

She blushes, looking down in the dark. There’s still anger in her voice, but it’s directed toward herself, “It wasn’t for you.”

You admire her in the dim light, letting your eyes drink in the curves of her face, the clean lines of color on her, and the sheer cuteness of her embarrassment, “Whoever it’s for, you’re absolutely gorgeous. I can’t look away from you…”

Velvet’s blush deepens as she leans forward in your grasp, almost falling on you. Her voice is low and soft; there’s no edge to it at all when she murmurs, “No flirting…”

You can almost hear the exasperated smile on her face. You let your hand flick across her cutie mark, gently stroking it in the dark as she presses eagerly against you. Feeling bold, you whisper to her, “Then I’ll set the rules tonight. I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want, and you can leave whenever the fuck you want.”

Velvet nods into your chest without looking up to you. It’s as close to an admission as you’re going to get tonight, but it makes your heart thump like a drum.

She shivers, but doesn’t shy away at all when your hand slips around her tail again. Instead, she slips her head under your chin and gently kisses your neck. Her lips leave tingling little blossoms of wet heat where she presses them. Your fingers dip lower, and you let go of her tail.

There’s no hiding the intimacy of your position. She’s fully in your lap, pressing against your chest while you’re holding her ass-cheek in one hand. Your hand cups her flesh, and you give her a squeeze, enjoying the tender springiness of her body. She pauses her kissing to shiver quietly in your neck. She’s thinking.

You’re feeling confident. Your other hand slides down the other side, and now you’re cupping her. Gently, you give her rump a squeeze. She lifts slightly out of your lap as you press her up and into you. Her head slides up from under your chin and next to your ear.

Her voice is curious, “Hands… are interesting.”

You smile, amused by her observation. “You’re interesting.”

She chuckles, “Hardly. I’m just an old mare.”

You hold her tight as you stand up, one arm under her rump and the other behind her back. She startles, but hangs on to you as you stand off the couch. “Why don’t you focus on taking off my pants instead of harassing yourself.”

Velvet glares angrily up at you from your chest, but lights her horn anyways. A strange tingle surrounds your waist as your pants seem to unbuckle themselves and drop to the floor. Your underwear follows suite. She sighs, “I still don’t understand why you always wear so many clothes.”

You smirk as you lean back down the couch, laying her down in the process and laying over her. In just a second, she’s on her back underneath you, and you’re poised above. You hadn’t realized how hard you were before this moment, but now your cock is practically aching.

Her face is flushed bright red again, though this time you doubt it’s from embarrassment. Horny Velvet is still cute, alarmingly so.

“Because if I wasn’t wearing pants, I’d probably be trying to fuck you every time I looked at your adorasexy face.”

Velvet glances down the length of your bodies, eyeing your erect cock and gulping. Her voice is distracted, and her complaint is empty and weak, “You’re flirting.”

You re-adjust your hand and grab her by the back of the head again, forcing her to look at up at you. Her horn sticks into the couch a little, leaving a couch dimple as you lean her head back, “How can I help it when you’re so beautiful?”

Her breath hitches and she bites her lip. She doesn’t complain this time.

Smirking, you lean down, closing the space between you as put your mouth to her ear. You begin to whisper, breathing heavily over her ear in the process.

“You’re eyes sparkle and I want to fall into them. Your face is sublime and I need to touch it. Your fur is smooth and gorgeous, the color is striking and enthralling. Every time I look at your flank, I imagine my hands on it. Every time I feel your hoof, I’m startled by how soft it is. Every time I look at you I’m reminded of how sexy you are and how much I want you. “

At first, she tries to pull into the couch, but only gets so far. There’s a slight tear as her horn rips the fabric, but neither of you pay it any mind. Her ear flickers away from your breath as you speak, but then flickers back. When she realizes she can’t pull backwards, she relaxes. Velvet feels like putty underneath you, and you blow across her ear as you continue.

“Everything you do, you do with care. You’re smart, powerful, gorgeous, and absolutely stunning. I can’t help it. I flirt with you because every time I hear your voice, I imagine your mouth around my cock. When I see your tail, I imagine how beautiful you are under it. When I see under it, I imagine what it would feel like, and I’m filled with something I’ve never felt before. Something needy and hungry, something only you bring out in me.”

You pull back from her trapped ear, and look at her face. Her eyes are wide, almost terrified as she thinks about something. She’s breathing heavily, her deep red blush more intense than you’ve seen it before. Her lips quiver, and you don’t give her a chance to respond. Instead, you press your mouth to hers.

She melts into you. Her tongue meets yours and her hooves pull you tighter into her. You’ve conquered more territory, and you think it’s the last.

Velvet is yours.

Everything about her feels soft right now. Her body is squeezed under yours, and you feel her legs wrapped around your abdomen. She’s pressing herself into your stomach, and it’s hot and wet, like one of her kisses but so much more obscene.

Your cock aches, and you pull out of your smothering kiss. She doesn’t say anything as you slightly prop yourself up with the arm behind her head and gently push her down your body. Her face goes from being level with yours to looking up at you from your chest while the obscene wet spot on your stomach slides to the base of your groin.

She’s resting just slightly above your cock, and your engorged shaft presses hotly against her backside. The base of it is wet, the length is dry, and the tip is poking into her flattened tail, wedged between her backside and the couch. All of it is burning hot right now.

Her wide, blue eyes are locked on yours, and her mouth is tiny. She seems afraid, but not enough to want to stop. Just in case, you remind her.

You gently squeeze the back of her scalp, and she gulps as you whisper down to her, “I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want, and you can leave whenever the fuck you want. Understand, Pussy-Cat?”

She shivers. You Feel it across your body, and love it. Her answer is a timid lick on her lips, and a quivering voice, “Okay.”

Her body relaxes as you gently press upward, your cock-tip sliding backwards out from under her, through her tail, across her squishy asshole, and settling at her soaking wet pussy lips. You stay there for a moment, relishing the sensation of wet pussy on your cock-head. It tingles, and lights a strange fire in you. Something primal is screaming in your brain. He doesn’t want you to wait anymore. He’s sick of waiting.

You focus on Velvet, and just barely you notice a trace of a nervous smirk across her face. She’s sick of waiting as well.

As you slide into her, she bites her lip and her eyes focus on yours.

She’s hot inside. The wetness feels strangely good, and the heat spreads from your dick through your abdomen. There’s no resistance as you slide forward, practically no friction at all. She’s smooth as silk. You smirk at the realization that she’s actually smooth as velvet.

Fucking pony names.

Before you realize it, you’re pressed all the way inside of her, and she’s quietly looking at you as she chews on her lip. You feel her quiver around you and you press the root of your cock harder into her groin, squishing her spreading pussy lips and mashing against her clit.

She doesn’t say a word, but the chewing stops and she lets out a quiet gasp as her cute little mouth opens. You like the sight. Gently, you slide slightly backwards and press hard into her again. This time her mouth opens wider.

Surprisingly, it seems you’ve found new territory to conquer.

You slowly do it again, watching as her mouth opens again. A soft little moan comes out this time. Her clit squishes against your groin, and she shudders around you. She seems confused when you pull out, but her mouth opens again when you press in again. This time her moan is louder, and you catch a glimpse of her teeth.

Your hand shifts to her horn, and you grab it. She doesn’t seem to notice, but you can feel how warm she is. Her horn is pulsing with heat and magic, but there doesn’t seem to be anywhere for it to go. With this much magic, she could probably fry you.

You press into her again, this time making a quiet little slapping sound as your flesh meets hers. You keep the pressure on her for a moment longer than before watching her mouth open wider. This time it’s not just a glimpse, you get a full view of her teeth. She isn’t stifling the moan either.

Your enjoying this, but He doesn’t want to wait. You do it again, faster and harder. This time her moan is a squeal, and her tongue flicks helplessly in her mouth. When her mouth opens, it’s not cute. It’s strained, and something about that is obscene as hell.

You love it.

Her horn is burning in your hand, but you don’t let go. Another slam into her, and the quiet slap is a loud, lewd smack as wet flesh meets wet flesh. She shivers around you and it feels like you belong. Your cock should be here. You know it. He knows it.

She knows it.

Another hard press, and this time she slams her head backwards into the couch, actually overpowering your surprised hand. Her horn spikes the cushion, tearing the fabric. Her moan is more a shout, and you don’t stop.

Again and again you pound her. The rhythm builds up, and she’s screaming wordlessly as you do it. She has to look down her nose to see you, but she still is. Her eyes are half lidded and she’s rolling them occasionally between focusing on you. The cushion is smoking where her horn is at, and your hand has moved to her ear. The smell is slightly acrid from the burning cloth, but you can also smell her.

She’s strangely musky, and the scent gets seared into your brain. This is the smell of sex. Specifically, it’s the smell of sex with Twilight Velvet.

She screams one more time, and her body clenches around your dick. You press hard into her as she squirms, and it feels like she sprays your groin. Gushing fluid coats you as her body archs into yours. You can’t take anymore, the sudden overheliming sensation seems to come out of nowhere. For the second time in your new body, you cum. It’s more of a surprise than anything, but the hard squirt from your cock matches with her quivering.

She moans helplessly as you fill her with your cum, and He’s satisfied. You groan into her mumbling her praise with your tired breath. “You’re beautiful.”

She squirts you again, squeezing you harder. The cushion sparks from her horn as she slams her head backwards and thrust her hips into yours.

You hold her as she quivers, emptying your cock into her willing and eager cunt. It’s over. The deed is done and he’s gone for now. You, on the other hand, feel like you’ve found home.

She shivers for a few moments, and the cushion slowly stops smoldering. You just hold her and watch, loving every second of her squirming. Slowly, she comes to.

She gasps for breath, letting her hooves fall limply to her side.

You don’t say anything as she focuses on you again and trembles. Her eyes glance across the room and she takes a sniff of the air before frowning. Eventually, she mumbles, incredibly embarrassed. “I… it’s… I’m normally… not such a mess.”

You smirk as you slide her up your body to kiss her, letting your warm dick slip free and hang into the cold air between you. You’re both dripping on the couch, but you don’t think much of it. Instead, your loving how light she is; how easy she is to move where you want to. To where you can get the best view, and even better access.

When you kiss her, she kisses you back. This time it’s affectionate instead of desperately hungrily. You’re amused at her sustained embarrassment while you kiss. It’s cute that she cares so much about a little mess right after you both just smashed uglies. You can’t help but grin when you pull your sticky, pony saliva coated tongue out of her mouth. “I think I like the mess, Pussy-Cat.”

Your cock is still half erect, aching from it’s recent release as you feel it dangling loosely in the air. Her embarassed blush only glows a deeper red at your words. She picks up her arm and dangles it across her face, haphazardly covering her eyes to keep from looking at you as she groans, “I can’t believe this… What are we doing?”

Even though her eyes are covered, her little mouth is smiling. You smile right back at the tight little hole.

“We’re making a mess, Pussy-Cat. Remember? Instead of worrying, why don’t you meow for me.”

She’s silent as she momentarily frowns. Her eyes stay covered but she pensively bites her lip. You can feel her heart beating in her chest, and see the flush growing on her cheeks. Slowly, you snake your hand back around her head and gently grasp the back of her neck. Not too tight, but firm enough that she feels it. You watch her bit lip quiver, and then her bite release as a slow, hungry tongue runs in a circle around her mouth.

You tighten your grip around the base of her neck, and slide her little body down yours to where you want her. Where she belongs.

Your aching dick quickly remembers how warm she was, and you can feel it eagerly swell. She’s keeping her eyes covered, but her free hoof drifts to the side of her body. Her mouth opens as she takes in a deep breath.

This time, your voice is lower and more direct. You squeeze her neck hard and her back legs stiffen for a moment before completely relaxing. Her self stimulating hoof drops limply to the cushion, and her mouth hangs softly open. “I told you to meow for me, Pussycat.”

She can’t move, not with how tight your gripping her, but her lips press together and she makes a long, drawn out noise before they wetly part and she does what you told her to, “Mmmmmmmmmmeeow...”

This time when you slide into her, she’s tight. She can’t focus on you as pound her, but her insides are already quivering. She meows again, this time with more force as you bury yourself inside her again. “Meow.”

You chuckle, wondering what she’s thinking—if anything at all. Her eyes are still covered by her limp arm. You take your time, slowly pressing into her tight little pussy and watching her mouth strain as she works to meow for you. It’s clearly not easy, but she perseveres. She’s your little Pussy-Cat, all right.

“Meo..O...o..” Velvet shudders unexpectedly, and one of her meows hitches in her throat. Warm fluid dribbles down your cock as she gulps, her mouth gasping like a fish.

You don’t let it slow you down. Instead you force her limp hoof off her face by slightly lifting her neck and tilting her head back. Her horn pokes nto the couch cushion again, leaving another scorch mark as her arm falls next to it. One of her eyes is half lidded, staring off into space while the other is wide open and sharply focused on you.

She gulps, gasps, quivers, then moews in a gurgling half shout, “Meoww!”

More warm liquid drenches your thighs as her one focused eye goes vacant.

“Now that’s a fucking mess, Pussy-Cat.”

She doesn’t say anything as you lean in and steal another kiss. You keep fucking her, slowly as you suck on her loose tongue. You suckle the warm limp muscle, pulling it out of her mouth and filling your own with it. She shudders again, silently as her pussy squeezes you hard.

It feels like she’s trying to milk your cock, but you know that isn’t what’s happening. She tries to meow into your mouth, not realizing that you have her tongue. It’s a muffled groan as your cock milks her quivering pussy, feeling her dribble even more around your cock.

You let go of her tongue, and she doesn’t seem to notice that the kiss is over. She might not have even noticed it happen.

You whisper in her ear, not that she can hear you right now, “You’re beautiful… I want to fuck you forever.”

She gasps for breath as you let go of her neck, letting her move again. Velvet stays limp, her lithe little body rocking with your thrusts while her head rolls back and forth. Her horn is tearing the fabric, leaving long, black burnt gashes through the soft upholstery.

You just came a few minutes ago, so you feel like you can keep this up forever. He’s not here right now, so the hunger is your own. You want to see her cute little face more. You want to see her mouth open helplessly wide again. You want to feel more of her insides, more of her heat and wetness. The hunger might be yours, but it’s still strong.

Velvet is your little cock sleeve right now, and you want it to last. You don’t want to waste this.

“Did my Pussy-Cat just cum? Is she my cute little slut?”

Your voice is low and accusing when you tease her.

Her one eye refocuses on you, and she grunts. Her voice is tired and her mouth is still wet as she weakly denies, “This.. ah… isn’t… I’m… not… ah…”

You wonder why she’s arguing. Is it pride? It doesn’t matter. You lean down and gently squeeze her neck again. Not hard like you did before, but enough to send a message. Enough that she knows.

She groans again, and you feel her give your dick a hard squeeze. This time her eyes close tightly and she sharply bites her tongue. You can’t tell if she’s moaning or meowing behind her forcefully biting mouth. “Mmffueeeoo”

You keep up your slow steady assault, your groin pressing firmly into her clit, smashing it against her puffy labia as your throbbing cock spears her to the core. She lets go of the bite, her head falling limply back into the couch and her burning horn searing another hole. The room smells of sex with Velvet, and you relish it.

You try again, “Did you just cum again, my pretty Pussy-Cat?”

Her answer is tired and directed through you, straight up to the ceiling. “Yes…”

You lean down and give her a kiss. Her tired tongue finds yours, seemingly pulsing with each thrust as you slowly fuck her. Her mouth is as much yours as hers, and she knows it. When you pull out of the kiss, she’s staring at you with both of her eyes half lidded.

“What a good slut you are, Pussy-Cat…”

She weakly smiles, “meow…”