An Apology, Nights In Pink Velvet, and Merry Christmas · 11:29pm Dec 25th, 2018
Merry Christmas, ya'll!
It has been one hell of a year with you guys on fimfic. I want to thank you all who followed me in the past year. For those of you who've been following me longer, thank you all, too. It means so much that now 833 of you like my work enough to want to know when I post things.
And speaking of posting, I want to say I'm sorry for the famine of content. I've barely written anything since July and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that my latest offering was crummy.
This is not a notice of resignation, rather an explanation. I've done droughts like this before and I should come clean. There just come times when I hit creative dry patches and I just have no feeling or desire to write. Or more accurately, I kinda do, but I just don't feel the energy and drive to come up with anything of sufficient length and quality to post. If you go back into my 2014 fics, you'll see that I posted a ton of not very good not very long stories, started multiparters that went nowhere, and the like. I was suffering from burnout then and tried to struggle through it. That didn't quite work, and so I ended up taking a hiatus during 2015 that lasted for 9 months, ending in summer of 2016. I actually started writing for ponies following a drought that had lasted for more than two years. It seems as if my creative pools of energy are just not limitless and I occasionally need to just let them recharge. If I try to force stories, the ideas aren't good and the content is lacking. I've told a couple of you who've asked about the stop in content about this, but I'll let the rest of ya'll know.
I've come to expect a certain level of quality from myself, and I know ya'll too expect my offerings to be of a certain caliber, too. The sting of the reception from my latest story, losing some of you, showed that I shouldn't've tried to just plop out something just for the sake of plopping out something. I let you guys down.
The worst thing is that I didn't think to tell you guys I was feeling like it could be a wait. I'm sorry about that. In the future, if I think I may be a while between releases, I'll say so so you guys don't wonder what's happened to me or my fics. Thank you for being so kind and patient. My favorite thing in the world is seeing you guys comment happily on my stories. It really means the world to me.
I'm coming back, the worst of the burnout is through. I've been writing more of Nights In Pink Velvet. I'm on track for a release by the end of the year, as I've been swearing for a while now. Have a teaser.
Twilight Radiance Velvet sighed in the train carriage.
The events of the past few days washed over her as she debriefed from having being Velour nonstop for several days. She knew vaguely what had happened -- she'd made a run up, been surprised to see Shining but immediately caught on, spent a fun day traipsing about Manehattan with Cadance, Shiny, and that luscious zebra, had dinner, fucked Shiny, fucked the Zebra, and been the cruelest boxtease to Cadance -- left that pink slut gasping at her whim. Well now she was returning home with her pay, that promised financial windfall she had blown off her husband for. Blown off little Twi for. Her husband... shit. She had made better choices in her life. Twilight had made no shortage of poor decisions in her life, yet going on this excursion certainly had to rank somewhere easily within the top fifteen.
But was it really that bad? Night Light couldn't be that angry with her, she'd kept up her end of the bargain as his wife. She bore and raised his children. She kept his belly full and his bed warm. She had even made a point of cooking for him and having sex with him. She was doing an excellent job of providing for the kids. Wasn't he going to be damn happy that she'd made so much money in just two days of work?
She just realized she hadn't bled.
"DID YOU EVER ONCE THINK ABOUT THIS WHEN FUCKING HIM? VELVET, IF YOU'RE PREGNANT, YOU CAN'T HIDE THAT FROM NIGHT! YOU CAN'T HIDE THAT FROM TWILIGHT! YOU CAN'T HIDE THAT FROM SHINING! WHAT'S THAT GOING TO DO TO YOUR BODY? AT YOUR AGE AND PREGNANT FOR A THIRD TIME!? AND AFTER THE LAST ONE NEARLY KILLED YOU!? AND WHAT ABOUT THE KID? WHAT ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS? MARRIAGE? FINANCES!? WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY? YOU'LL BE KNOWN AS THE WHORE OF A MOM WHO GOT KNOCKED UP GETTING HER SON DRUNK AND FUCKING HIM AND ALL WITHOUT PROTECTION!"
Her breath rattled. Her contraception... her contraception meant she didn't bleed much, just twice or thrice annually. But still... She knew it was irrational, but her contraception had to fail only once. She had to be careless only once. She had to fuck up only once. She had to get unlucky only once. And she'd done it twice.
Her son, her very own biological son, conceived in her womb, made of her flesh, born in her blood, nursed by her milk, had ejaculated inside her. She had felt his hot semen swirling inside. It pumped in as pleasure overwhelming him and he clung to her, calling out their familial bond, his dick pulsing as the sperm spewed into her, then staying and cooling within, then dripping down her thighs. She had even touched herself with it after the second time, using it to lubricate her motions She brought herself to climax with her son's secretions. It was nothing like the recreational professional sex she had as Velour, shielded behind a condom. It was more emotional than the for fun sex she'd had in her youth. The only other partner she'd ever done it like this with was Night Light, his father and her husband. She'd made her son cum inside her as she was herself more than once, both times balls deep and without protection. Her body had eaten up the cum. He had taken her and filled her as a stallion takes a mare, as a male breeds a female. This wasn't what mothers and sons were supposed to do.
And she had let him. No, not let him, provoked him, seduced him, encouraged him. She wanted it to happen.
And then she felt like shit afterwards.
And then she took it out on him.
Taboo violated. Trust broken. Boundaries crossed. And then she turned on him for it, blaming him for her own shame.
She was a cunt.
No, it wasn't that bad. It could not be that bad. She was being a perfectly good wife and mother. Spending the past many weeks too damn distracted to mom properly... having unprotected sex with clients... fucking his son... without protection... lying to him about everything... Her son had been acting out normal sexual urges; how could he have known about Velour? She hadn't told him. She hadn't turned him away. She could have just not seen him on age alone. She could have set a flag in Velour's programming. She would've -- could've -- should've... And then when she found out, she just had to let the whole thing spill out into the open. Couldn't just hide it, rib the poor kid, send him to bed, and then have Velour put a stop to the sessions.
She hadn't. She'd let it continue. She's goaded the outcome twice. Fucking Shining Armor wasn't an accident. The first time, she blamed the booze. The second, she blamed him.
Excuses excuses excuses...
She slumped forward. She was the worst.
No, who could have done better in this situation? She was making the best of it; let anyone else try and do better! Now wasn't the time to doubt herself unless she wanted to give herself a coronary from the anxiety. She took a quick mental inventory of the situation.
Her husband was maybe at home, but there was always a chance he was not. They had briefly argued about her trip, something about him being upset with not seeing her much during his limited time off. He'd get over it -- she'd done her wifely duty more than once while he was there, so what the fuck did he have to bitch about? Besides, she'd done him a favor by letting him have one on one time with their little purple brainiac. And she had also not worried him about their son via a clever line about him being in some hick town called Ponyville with one of his friends. All in all, the situation was very well in hand, assuming she wasn't pregnant, but what were the odds of that? He hopefully wasn't home so she wouldn't have to face him, but just in case he was, she had a plan for that, too. She still had a pussy, and Velour may have been cocked out pretty well, but she hadn't seen any action as Velvet for a few days now. Her husband was such a lecher, all it would take would be a few words to apologize, then kiss him on the lips and whisper into his ear that she had a few ideas about how to make it up to him. Being a simple man he would of course go along with it, and wham bam he'd be singing her praises not even ten minutes later. And the fat stack of bits she had her hooves on wouldn't hurt in the least. And she'd just tell Twilight her job took her on an emergency business trip. She'd ramble on about food and shopping for a minute, after which she knew her filly would lose interest and go read a book or something. All in all, everything was under control.
She was a genius.
It's time for dinner here. Ya'll have a good night. Merry Christmas. I can't wait to show you the whole thing. Stay awesome
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Merry Christmas my man.
Merry Christmas
On the occasion of the upcoming Christmas. I want to send YOU my best wishes. Let the upcoming holidays be an unforgettable time for you, spent without haste, worries and worries. I wish you to be in peace, joy and among your family, friends, and all loved ones for you Christmas giving joy and rest, and hope for the New Year. That he would be better than what is just passing by. I wish you HOLIDAY SAINTS to You and to the whole family.
Hey, man, we get it. I know I've got a chronic case of writer's block, so trust me, I know the feeling.
Man, though... no offense, but Velvet is really sounding like a bitch in the sample here.
This pretty much confirmed my suspicions back then. Velvet is the antagonist of the story.
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Merry Christmas, 9001
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Merry Christmas, Crier
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Merry Christmas, Luksor, I hope yours was so good
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Thanks, TMC. It's in production and I'll do whatever I can to get it out this weekend. It's been more than long enough. Velvet is not the hero here
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Bingo. It's actually really difficult to balance this with wanting to not make her evil, however.
You're welcome. Happy New Year to you!