> Twilight Velvet Comes Home Drunk And Gets In The Wrong Bed
>  by Violently Irrelevant
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> Ch. 0 - Have You Been Working Out, Honey?
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Twilight Velvet waves good-bye to her friends with a great big smile on her face. It had been ages since she last went out with the girls. So much to catch up on, so much to chat about and so many fancy glasses of wine. She feels like she is walking on clouds as she steers her steps homeward. Canterlot is surprisingly quiet. She has no idea what time it is and she does not care. Everyone who needs be concerned has already been informed she would be home real late. 
 
Velvet enters her home on unsteady steps. The whole house is dark and quiet. She does not even bother to turn on any lights. She knows where she is going. She makes her way up the stairs and through the dark hallway, soon to lean on a door-handle and stagger into the room beyond. In the tiny light leaking in through a covered window, she sees the silhouette of a man in her bed. Her Night Light.
 
She manages fairly well to kick off her heels as she proceeds through the room. She pulls out a hair-band and lets her slightly messy mane fall into its usual shape. Finally, with some effort, she peels off her slim dress. Who said a mother of two cannot dress enticingly? Now only in her underwear, she stops by the bed. She sighs and closes her eyes as she finickies about with the clasp of her bra. Another sigh, this one more content as the thin, lacy piece of undergarment slides off her arms and onto the floor.
 
She does not move all to gracefully but she manages to snag the edge of the blanket and crawl in. She feels around for a bit and quickly finds a taut stallion's body to hold on to. Her long, slim fingers caress his body for a while. He feels rather different. Frisky thoughts are already in her head. She carefully touches more and more of his body while whispering.
 
"Honey, have you been working out...?"
 
No answer but a soft exhale. Velvet holds back an excited giggle and snuggles up even closer. She presses her soft, curvy body up against him. He shifts, sleep-drunk and absent-minded, he slings an arm around her. Velvet's mind practically sparkles with good and naughty ideas. She kisses his chest, he is warm and smooth as always. He carries a strange scent but she does not mind. He is one to change his grooming products every now and then. Although this scent is pretty much natural. It must be a really expensive or really cheap cologne.
 
He mutters something unintelligible under his breath and shifts again, this time flat on his back. Velvet has a hard time containing her excitement in the pitched darkness, the intimate closeness draws on her intoxication to become even more intense. She shifts around a bit, his lax arm still around her. She presses up against his side once again, having to adjust a bit to accommodate her ample bust. His hand slips down her back and onto the curve of her generous hip. She lets out the softest of moans and traces a finger down his surprisingly tight stomach. She shifts some of the blanket just as she is about to reach his crotch and finds something that makes her stop and gasp. He is fully erect. She nuzzles her face into his chest and slowly feels along his shaft. It has been a while. She knows she is drunk and lust has taken over, still, is he larger than usual?
 
More fit and more manhood. She holds back a snicker. Must be the drink indeed. It is either that or she is already asleep and dreaming. She gently grasps the hot thing and marvels at how rigid it is in her hand. He murmurs something in a deep, breathy voice.
 
"... Twilight..."
 
It has been a long time since he called her that. She wiggles her whole body and bucks against him. It is just like old times. She feels young again. The response she gets is very satisfying. He wraps his broad arms around her and pulls her on top of him. She cannot help but to let out a girlish giggle as she discovers how large he is, or seems, or something like that. She gasps as she feels his hard member throb against her own loins. She rests her face in the bend of his neck and lets her hot breath brush against his skin. His different, masculine scent has her melting on top of him. She rolls her wide hips against him and practically purrs as his hands travel over her body. He rumbles out a satisfied sound as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her well-rounded behind. One hand straying a bit to stroke the base of her tail while the other greedily kneads her ass. She exhales breathily in delight at the attention and shifts a bit to get his member into a better position. She bites her lip and holds back a moan as it rubs against her hidden heat.
 
He answers by rolling his own hips, rubbing that large, solid manhood against her quickly flushing sex. A deep shudder goes through her entire body as he strokes her tail and teases her marehood at the same time. She lets out little whimpers with every slow thrust he makes. Her fingers grasping the sheets. She is already panting from the light but intense attention. She breathes in sharply and holds her breath as she feels his fingers hook in the fabric of her underwear and pull it aside. He shifts a bit, helping himself to get a good position to prod the tip of his manhood against her now exposed sex. She is already wet and waiting. She has been thinking of this moment since after the first glass of wine. Chit-chatting with the girls only fueled it with little stories of passed passions. The short but intimate foreplay along with what is brewing in her head makes for little patience. She answers his advance with some of her own. Kissing his neck while pressing against him, feeling his solid member starting to fill her. She whimpers and moans as she takes more and more of him. A shiver goes through her as he definitely fills her more than usual.
 
"Oh honey... You're so... Large."
 
She murmurs the words in a voice dripping with lust. He only answers with another deep, humming sound. He pulls out slowly, only to tease her by caressing her soaked labia with the tip of his manhood. She is having none of it. She slams her ample hips down and takes him in again. She has never before felt so pleasantly full. She muffles a would-be intense moan into the bend of his neck and finishes it with a kiss. His broad arms hold her in place as he takes her hint and starts moving. It does not take long for them to work up a rather vigorous rhythm in their loving embrace. He pumps in and out of her and focuses very intently on her behind. He does not take his hands off it for a second and with every stroke, he  gropes and grabs. He plays with her tail and carefully, testingly rubs her tailhole. He is unusually frisky. She likes it.
 
"Do what you want."
 
The words slip out of her in a long moan. She feels his fingers on her behind tense up a bit. Obviously, he just got a bit more excited. A moment later, he begins picking up the pace anew, slipping in and out of her and hitting so very deep. If he were to hit any deeper, it would probably be too much. She reaches for his face but her hands never get there. Her fingers latch onto his shoulders in a cramp-like fashion, stars dance before her eyes. She has never been rutted like this before. His hands get greedy with her bouncing behind again and she feels a finger push into her other hole. Such an unusual sensation. She moans out loud without even attempting to hold back. He has begun to pant lightly and she can practically feel his member throb inside of her. Apparently playing with her tailhole is quickly pushing him towards the edge. She does not let him slow down and gets louder in her sensual moaning. He is panting audibly now and his whole body is tense.
 
"Come, honey, fill me up!"
 
She exclaims, not caring at all for to keep her voice down any more. He gives her one final, deep thrust and then a quake runs through his entire being. He grunts out her name as he erupts inside of her. She gasps at the explosion of heat and kisses his chest again.
 
"... Twilight..." 
 
She looks up from his heaving chest with a smile. He has made her feel young again. She is just about to hoist herself up and give him a lengthy kiss when she is interrupted by a beam of light entering the room. The door is cracked and someone is peeking in. 
 
"Anon, I heard something..."
 
A very obviously newly woken Twilight Sparkle is the cause of the light. She quickly spots the oddity, although that does not seem to explain anything to anyone.
 
"Mom, what... What are you doing in Anon's bed?!"
 
Velvet blinks in shocked surprise and looks up in the half-light to find that the man she is laying on top of is in fact not her husband. She shares a panicked, confused look with Anon. The human man sputters out some desperate words.
 
"T-twilight...? I even... Oh, no, you have the same name..."
 
Anon falls silent, still looking like a deer in headlights. Twilight Velvet breathes ragged breaths and wiggles about a bit, Anon's slippery member still inside of her. She has to bite her lip to hold back sounds of pleasure. Twilight Sparkle watches with horrified interest as her mother slowly shuffles off Anon. She is pretty sure what is going on, she just cannot wrap her head around it. Velvet stays under the blanket but looks at her daughter, her face attempting but utterly failing an expression of motherly calmth. 
 
"Um... Go back to bed, dear, we can talk about everything in the morning..."
 
Twilight Sparkle makes an inquisitive face and takes a step into the room. Her eyes flit around for a bit. Dress on the floor. Bra by the bed. Velvet is definitely in some stage of undress under that blanket. Anon is absolutely silent and still, as if not talking or moving would make him invisible. Twilight Sparkle takes another step, a very unexpected expression creeping onto her face.
 
"Mom, you're cuddling a human." 
 
Twilight Sparkle looks genuinely excited. She approaches further and materialises a notepad through her magic. She instantly starts jotting down notes with a floating quill.
 
"That's amazing scientific data, you have to tell me everything!"
> Ch. 1 - All Things Scientific
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The situation by the breakfast-table is tense to say the least. Twilight Velvet is attempting to busy herself around the large kitchen while Anon is simply staring at his sandwich. Twilight Sparkle is enthusiastically following every little motion with inquisitive eyes. As if last night's activity would bleed over into the current time and change something. Mercifully enough for both Velvet and Anon, Night Light had to rush off on some urgent magic-business. 
 
Twilight Sparkle tilts her head to the side and exhales audibly as her mother cleans the same spot on the counter-top for the third time.
 
"Mom? Mom. Mooom!"
 
No answer, Velvet doesn't even look in her direction. Twilight Sparkle huffs and looks to Anon. He actually looks up from his sandwich with an awkward glare.
 
"You can't stonewall me like this, I already agreed not to ask for Dad's input."
 
Anon nods slowly. He cannot tell if Twilight Sparkle is genuinely ignorant to the fact that he had sex with her mother, or if she is prying for other reasons. Sure, it's all science this, science that with her. That's part of her appeal though, her blissful ignorance mixed with scary intellect. Anon didn't mean to sleep with her mother...
... He meant to sleep with her.
He thought he had been blessed when Velvet crawled into his bed. He even spoke her name, he remembers that much. Of course, later realising that "Twilight" would obviously apply to both mares. Flashes of Velvet's curvy body perforates his mind. He cannot help but to measure Twilight Sparkle up. How did he ever mistake her mother for her? Sure, they are exactly the same height and both have some meat on them but Velvet has nearly double the bust and definitely more than double the hips. Twilight Sparkle is incredibly tight though. He can only imagine what Velvet looked like in her youth.
 
Twilight Sparkle snaps him out of his meditative boobs-and-butts trance by leaning forward over the table. It takes him a good few seconds to look up from her sweater-clad breasts as they are pressed against the wood. Her face bears a mix of anger and inquisitiveness.
 
"Come on Anon, give me some data. Explain to me the differences between a human mare and an equestrian one!"
 
Anon blinks slowly. How is he ever going to get a clear mind with all these beautiful women around?
 
"Well... First up, our mares are called "women" and I can't say they are much different from you... Mares..."
 
He feels dumb, he is entirely certain he looks dumb too. He does not know what Twilight Sparkle wants explained. He does not know her views on sex. She said "cuddle" but he knows that is something else around here than back home. Perhaps she simply meant sex? Then her reaction to him fucking her mom was rather blasé. He sees no way out of this situation. Sparkle is watching him intently, waiting for him to continue.
 
"I mean... On the subject of cuddling... I think it means something different here... Than in my world..."
 
Sparkle shines up. She has already begun taking notes with some magical floating quill.
 
"Well, how would you compare a typical human cuddling to the one you had with Mom?"
 
As Sparkle finishes her sentence, a light clattering of dropped kitchenware and hurried steps fill the room. Velvet has made a hasty retreat. Anon watches her disappear out of the room before looking back to Twilight Sparkle.
 
"For some kind of reference... How does a typical pony cuddle usually... Work?"
 
Twilight looks a bit taken back. As if she was expecting him to know every detail of the word and action alike. Her mild confusion does not last long. She sets her elbows on the table and looks him in the eyes as she keeps leaning on the table.
 
"when two ponies like each other very much..."
 
Anon's expression is a dead stare. Is she going to explain the birds and the bees to him at this point of this maddening subject? Perhaps she has a different point, only that the explanation sounds all too familiar?
 
"... They get very close to each other, hug, kiss and caress each other. That's cuddling."
 
Anon nods slowly. That did not help at all. A cuddle is a cuddle, it seems. He still has no clue if she even knows she has reproductive organs. She is of age enough to have explored said organs, she is of age enough to know where babies come from. For goodness' sakes, she is packing sweater-meat enough for a milkman to fall over.
 
"So... Why do you think I... Uh... Cuddled your mother?"
 
Twilight shrugs lightly.
 
"I guess you have been enjoying staying here the past months. I don't know much about your kind but you are affectionate... And you are a stallion... Um, "man" I think it was. You know, you have needs just like everyone else..."
 
There it is. That mind-wrackingly impossible-to-crack blissful ignorance she just radiates. She knows about desire but she is entirely overlooking the fact that he rather obviously filled her Mom with cum.
 
"So... You think I... Hugged and petted your mother because I like it here...?"
 
Twilight gives him a certain glance.
 
"No, silly, that's exactly what I'm trying to figure out. How you work, what makes you tick!"
 
Isn't she just twisting things around now? It is like she is playing with him without even knowing it. She sounds quite happy as she continues.
 
"Mom is obviously quite taken with you, you must be an excellent cuddle-partner..."
 
Anon swallows hard. Is this his way in, the path to what he wants? The situation cannot get any more awkward and muddled. Might as well go for it. Seize the moment. Perhaps not in the smoothest fashion, but one who dares also wins, right?
 
"Well, I mean... I could show you... We could... Experiment..."
 
Twilight Sparkle looks a bit contemplative for a short moment, then shines up. Ideas and enthusiasm mingling in her expression. She stands up in a hasty move, her chair clattering to the floor behind her. She does not even seem to notice. Her magical notepad scribbles furiously for a moment, then stops. She eyes Anon up and down, similar to what he did earlier without her knowledge. A few more notes, then she smiles for him.
 
"We could... Um... Sofa? No, no... We need to recreate the original environment. A bed!"
 
She looks completely caught up in the moment. She starts walking off towards the stairs. It is not long before she looks over her shoulder to him.
 
"Come along then, we'll use my bed."
 
Anon watches her in some kind of surprise for a while, then gets up just as quick as she did and follows. He steps lively until he matches her stride and before long, they are upstairs in her bedroom. He has been there before, a good few times, usually for scientific tests. This time, the experiment is completely different. She closes the door behind them before prancing around the room for a bit, arranging some things and dimming the lights. Anon sits on the bed and watches her. She is not only extraordinarily perky, she is wearing the most adorable outfit. A thick, clingy sweater that sits slick against her tight body. Long enough to just cover her behind. He guesses she is wearing some manner of practical, yet sexy underwear. Like hotpants or perhaps even some kind of regular cut. The thought fuels a whole myriad of different thoughts. If she is comfortable around him like that, what will the next few moments be like? His train of thought is interrupted as she walks over to stand before him.
 
"Guide me through it. How did it start?"
 
Anon looks dumbstruck for a moment. He goes through things in his mind. Lots of it all to contemplate. Lots of to-whys and how-fors... No. Twilight Sparkle is already on the move. She slinks into the bed with surprising agility and lies down. Her big, purple eyes fixed on him while she is simultaneously still scribbling notes. He blinks slowly in a hazy surprise before gathering enough of his mind to grasp the situation.
 
"Well, I, uh... I was sleeping..."
 
He slowly settles into the bed beside her and takes a deep breath. She watches his every little move, be it important or not. As he lays staring at the ceiling, he continues.
 
"She woke me by crawling into the bed... She wasn't wearing much..."
 
He looks to the side as he instantly feels Twilight Sparkle shuffle about. She has sat up and is already pulling her sweater off. He swallows hard as she reveals herself with a smile. Lacy white bra barely containing what is clearly her mother's genetics and a pair of tiny short-shorts that were hidden by the length of her sweater. She notices him dead-eye staring and gives him a quizzical look.
 
"Aren't you going to undress as well?"
 
Anon swallows again and nods while doing whatever he can to fidget out of his pants without taking his eyes off of her. Sure, this entire situation is strange and awkward but by all things good, it is hot.
 
She gives him a long look as he pulls off his shirt. He may not think highly of himself but she seems to like what she sees. Almost the same reaction as her mother. He is a bit baffled with how entranced she is. 
 
She attempts to get out of her own pants for a moment, then stands up to do it. He lays on his side and watches her every movement. She undresses slowly and scans around the room as if tossing her clothing in the right spots would give more accurate data. He watches in breathless silence as she unwittingly shows off her legs and delicious flank before unclasping her bra. She measures things for a moment, then, when seemingly satisfied with the placement of discarded garments, turns to him. She holds her bust with one arm and quickly grasps the edge of the blanket with her free hand.
 
"So... You beneath, she on top..."
 
Anon has little to add as she pretty much tackles him down into the bed. She sweeps the blanket over them both and makes herself comfortable on top. Their eyes meet. Her glee is fearsome. He has a hard time in more ways than one. Has to try to command the situation but it is all a bit awkward, especially with the purple-glowing scribbling of a quill.
 
"Oh, my..."
 
She speaks as she shifts a bit on top of him, slipping off a bit to his side. Apparently to get better access to that which made her react to begin with. She runs a hand over the solid bulge in his underwear. Anon breathes in deep and gathers himself.
 
"That's a part... Of cuddling... Right?"
 
Twilight looks up to him with a stern look for a moment.
 
"It can be... Was it that kind of cuddling you had with Mom?"
 
She has lost her cheerful demeanour but her hand remains gently touching his genitals. He swallows hard. What is the right answer here? Oh to the Hells with it, he decides on truth.
 
"... Yes."
 
Twilight's expression remains serious for a moment as she seems to mill over something in her head. Then, while her expression softens, she sighs deeply.
 
"She's so lucky... It was an entirely undiscovered... Discovery. You don't get many chances like that, you know..."
 
Twilight looks to the side and sighs again. Anon reaches up to touch her arm. She slowly returns her gaze to him. He gives her a warm if not a bit awkward smile.
 
"I could... Show you through it and... Uh... Add some things. There's plenty of stuff humans do that did not happen... With... Your Mom..."
 
He trails off while watching Twilight's expression shine up again. She takes a few more notes, dotting every line very thoroughly. She then lets the notepad hover off to the side a bit while she observes Anon closely.
 
"I'd like that very much, Anon."
 
She leans in a little closer and puts a hand on his chest. He smiles for her and reaches up to touch her face.
 
"Let's go step-by-step... We start with kissing..."
 
She is about to answer him when he hoists himself up and instantly dives in. He presses his lips against hers and she lets out a surprised little sound before closing her eyes and answering his kiss. They fumble around a bit but eventually find fitting motions. Anon is a fair kisser and Twilight has at least read a few books on the subject. They press lips for a good long while. Anon is completely spellbound and giving Twilight a chance to work up whatever courage she needs to go further. He lets his hands wander over her body, slow, careful. This really is a dream come true for him. He has been wanting her in this position since he first laid eyes on her. Now, with the little twist of fate of her mother getting drunk, this is happening. It is almost like some cheap, silly story.
 
Twilight leans back from their smooching as Anon's hands end up on her behind. She looks a bit surprised. Anon notices. None of them speak for a moment but as Twilight's quill starts scratching notes again, a light goes up for Anon.
 
"So... Some things are going to lead into other things... If you want me to pause and explain something or... Comment or whatever, just let me know, okay?"
 
This elicits a smile from Twilight and she stops taking notes, at least for the moment. She has a slight blush starting on her face as she gives him her full focus.
 
"I'm... This is so different from reading a book or, well, you know. I haven't had much practice..."
 
Another light goes up for Anon. He didn't really think of it before. Is she a virgin? He kind of assumed she was not. Such a thought does not really change his intentions, perhaps just the way to go about them. He takes another fairly greedy grope of her behind and watches her blush deepen. 
 
"Just let me know if something doesn't feel right. Other than that, feel free to touch and feel me in any way you want... You know, for science."
 
Her shy expression cracks into a smile at his terrible joke. She nods for him and reached up to touch the side of his face with one hand.
 
"Anon... Please just touch me too. It's... Exciting..."
 
She leans in to place an awkward kiss on his lips after speaking. He gladly accepts it and takes the opportunity to push it a bit further. Giving her a little lick gets him a response from her tongue as well, the rest comes rather quick. She parts her lips at the same time as he and their tongues meet in a trying flick. He reluctantly pulls his hands away from her plot, up over back. Giving her wings a careful touch as their kiss deepens. A few bumps of teeth and tongues straying later, they are managing a hot, deep kiss together.
 
He runs his long, rough digits over the ridges of her wings, making her shiver and pant against his face whenever she goes for air from the battle of the tongues. He quickly picks up on where to touch and stroke to get the same effect again. She breaks the kiss completely and looks to the side. A deep breath and a mighty quake of her body later, she peers at him through her eyelashes.
 
"How do you... Know how to handle my wings? I've never felt them so sensitive... Humans don't have wings, do they?"
 
Anon blinks for a few moments. He never expected such a reaction from something like touching her wings. Seems that he too has a few things to research in the name of science.
 
"No, no humans with wings... I, uh, just improvised. You know, we are touching each other..."
 
Twilight lets out a short, adorable giggle. A few quick scribbled notes later and she lets her focus sway from the research yet again. She places a hand against his chest and gives him a dreamy gaze as he carefully runs his fingers through the feathers of her wings again. It does not take long before she shivers in delight and pants lightly from the treatment. She closes her eyes and murmurs.
 
"... Never thought it could feel so... Mhmm... It's almost like masturb-"
 
She interrupts herself with a gasp and opens her eyes wide. Embarrassing. Wait, why? They are cuddling, this is perfectly normal. She looks to his face, her expression a mix between confusion and something best described as lust. Nobody has touched her like him before. Well, reaching her wings like that herself is something that has eluded her. She recalls her little wing-care sessions with Rainbow Dash and how it would tingle and tickle. Those moments did not make her wet and moaning though... 
 
He heard her stray words but he does not comment, he simply touches her more. Giving her wings another good rub-down before turning a bit to make her lay over on her back. Her wings should or could be in the way but they fold away nicely as she follows his lead. She observes in silence and makes a few notes as he moves as well. Her interest in everything he does remains unwavering.
 
Anon shuffles to the side and stands up on his knees, taking in the beautiful sight of Twilight in her underwear. Enough with touching her non-human bits, what would be next, her horn? A little bit too phallic for his taste. It is time to give her feminine curves some love. With that, of course, he is already dead set on tasting her hot arousal.
 
Keeping eye-contact with her, he scoots down the bed. His hands caress her breasts briefly. Their perfect shape and supple softness makes his rock-solid member throb. There is nothing about her body that isn't just absolute perfection. She notices his expression and instantly takes notes. Human males likes breasts, not unlike equestrian stallions. She is pulled out of a brief contemplative state as he lets his hands glide off her breasts and down her soft stomach. He caresses her, feels her up and continues downward. She watches with wide eyes as he comes to a stop by her panties. She gasps lightly as he hooks his fingers in her underwear and begins to pull at them.
 
This just got real. Well, real-er. Anon peels the small piece of clothing down her legs and follows along in the motion. As her underwear is removed, he begins his ascent back up between her legs. He prowls upwards slowly and places soft kisses as he goes. She writhes a bit under his touch and cannot help but to giggle as he reaches her inner thighs with his wet little marks. She observes breathlessly as he approaches her exposed sex. She is practically trembling and a deep blush rides her face. He smiles sweetly for her before diving in.
 
He starts with kissing the top of her marehood, gently pressing his lips against her plump labia. She tenses and softens, winces and takes ragged breaths as he explores her with his lips. When satisfied with the outside of her smooth privates, he gives her a long lick in between her folds. Letting his tongue rest on top for just a second, he casts a glance to take in the enticing vision of Twilight Sparkle completely at his mercy. She has given up taking notes. Her chest heaves with heavy breaths and she is more or less staring at him. He looks down and tastes her again. She is soaked with warm juices. He licks her again and again, dipping his tongue into her time and time again with very satisfying results. She moans, a bit louder every time. Her hands wander as if she was restless, she has no idea where to place them.
 
Something goes up for her. She slowly begins caressing her own body, almost as if exploring it for the first time. She raises her arms and draws her fingers through her mane before crooking her back and letting her fingers dance down her neck. He notices her movement and answers with a few rapid licks. She in return answers with a brain-meltingly cute sound of pleasure. His fingers press into the soft flesh of her pleasantly rounded hips as he happily laps away at her marehood. She cups her hands around her bust, making her breasts appear even bigger thanks to her small hands.
 
Anon is very enthusiastic and by all means good at what he is doing. Twilight is tingling all over. She has never felt like this before. She is shivering and shaking, a hot explosion in her nethers and her mind alike. She reaches down with a trembling hand to put it on the top of his head. With her touch, he stops his slippery enjoyment and raises his head. Their eyes meet. Her blush has faded a little but is still present. It mingles with an expression of soft shock. He keeps eye-contact with her as he starts crawling up over the bed again, this time on all fours over her. He kisses her bellybutton while running his hands up over her sides and onto her breasts. He squeezes while hoisting himself up to come face-to-face with her. She swallows.
 
"Anon..."
 
She falls quiet with a deep, choppy breath. Her eyes are still focused on his with an intense stare. She reads like an open book, she is ready for whatever comes next. Anon gives each of her nipples a wet kiss, then reluctantly moves his hands from her body to hold himself up. She remains quiet and lets the fingers of one of her hands trickle up his arm. He closes his eyes for a short moment, gathering himself. When he opens them, he speaks.
 
"Twi... I... I'm gonna... Put-"
 
He falls silent as she places a single finger against his lips. She keeps the eye-contact for a moment, then looks to the side while whispering.
 
"Don't have to talk about it... Just go ahead..."
 
She locks eyes with him again. She looks determined, even through a deep blush and a very hushed whispering.
 
"... I want you to be... my... first..."
 
Her voice trails off, her eyes flit back and forth over his face, practically sparkling. Anon hovers above her in silence for a little while. Just before getting too awkward, he smiles and leans in to kiss her. They let their tongues dance as Anon frees his member from its cloth prison. He rubs up against her and she has to break their kiss to gasp and moan. He rather skilfully positions himself in a way that is comfortable for them both. He nudges his tip against her soaked labia, lubricating it with her juices. He kisses her as he enters, pushing a good bit of his manhood into her before breaking the kiss to let her moan.
 
Twilight takes his kiss with a certain hunger. Her entire body tenses up as he pushes into her. She lets out a wince, muffled by their kiss. Finally, as their kiss breaks, she breathes in with a gasping tone and then moans loudly.
 
"Oh, it feels so... I'm so full... So hot..."
 
Anon is in complete bliss. Her voice, her words. Her body under his and her beautiful face looking up at him. He pulls back but not out and gives her another thrust. A little deeper. She closes her eyes and whines in a pleasant manner. He hovers over her and takes in the sight as he begins moving. He is fairly confident in his skill and he knows his size is satisfying... At least for human girls...
 
What ever doubts spooking around in his head is soon swept away by the cute little sounds Twilight makes as he takes her again and again. She moves with him, twists under him and makes a sweet cacophony of noises. Her eyes remain closed for quite a while. When she opens them, she looks directly into his and forms her moan into an adorable smile. He watches her fight with herself mentally for a brief moment, the magic-fueled quill rattling about for a bit before dropping limp on the bed.
 
She flings her arms up, around his neck to pull him down into a kiss. Apparently the ongoing scientific research is put on ice for now. She matches his strokes, strangely skillful. Her kiss is awkward but her body moves in sync with his. Is she really a beginner at this? Could a book have taught her such a thing? Do ponies have sex-ed in school? Things flash through his mind, intrusive, unnecessary thoughts. The touch of her soft lips mount a good defence to combat the roiling in his head. Yet, he has to scold himself mentally. He did just recently come inside of her mother and has endured little to no ill effect for it. On the opposite, this very situation is based in the previous mistake. 
 
What does it matter if she is or was a virgin, what does it matter what she said? Before he manages to ruin the moment for himself, Twilight distracts him with her tongue. He gladly lets her take the lead and makes a mental note to never ponder just about anything during sex again. Well, to some point. If the future holds more equestrian interactions, he will have to figure out what goes and what does not.
 
Experienced or not, Twilight seems quite taken with his steady rhythm. Even in this position and with the considerate amount of gentle touches Anon is using, Twilight is glowing hot and ready to explode. Perhaps the tension of the passed weeks has rooted deep within her and is first now getting any kind of release. She is getting some now, human manhood filling her up time and time again. Anon is panting along with her now, his body feeling the strain that his mind has been exerting lately. What did he imagine as he thought about this moment? What did he hope for, what did he get?
 
By all the powers that be, getting this kind of attention from two lovely ladies would send anyone's head spinning. Anon never even imagined such a thing. The mother and daughter aspect on top of that makes it so much more...  Well, insane. The very thought of what happened along with what is currently going on has Anon shivering with every stroke he gives Twilight.
 
His mind comes together a bit as he feels her fingers caress the side of his face. He pushes deep into her and stops. Twilight peers up at him through half-closed eyes. Her lips hang slack, slightly parted. Her soft, round bust heaves with deep breaths. She touches his face again, this time with her other hand as she speaks with a breathy whisper.
 
"Everything all right, Anon...?"
 
She shifts a bit under him, rolling her hips and biting her lip at the sensation it gives her. She exhales a shuddering breath while he blinks at her, dumbfounded. Why wouldn't he be all right? Oh, right. The extremely obvious look of concern on his face. He changes his expression, letting a lazy smile crawl onto his face.
 
"Everything is perfect. You... Are perfect."
 
She bursts out in a short, awkward giggle and averts her eyes to the side, blush returning to her face. He swallows hard. Too cheesy? Didn't just this entire endeavour go over the top, due to him? He attempts his best to keep together as she slowly turns back to look at him. She also seems to gather herself, then speaks in a hushed, sultry tone.
 
"... You're so sweet, Anon. I'm happy... That you... You are my first human."
 
Anon's jaw hangs open. What? Wait, no. That didn't matter, didn't it? He stops himself from cursing out loud. He is so confused and he knows exactly why. He assumed. To assume is to be disappointed or proven wrong. Or both. He blinks rapidly a few times and desperately tries to look less like the blank-minded fool he is. She observes him closely for a moment, confusion spreading across her face again. He spots it. Have to diffuse the situation, have to say something to soothe her wondering. 
 
"I, uh... I hope it has been informative."
 
Anon hears the words slipping out of his mouth. Dunce. How would that ever-
His thought is interrupted by her voice.
 
"You make it sound like the experiment is over..."
 
Anon involuntarily puts on an even dumber expression. It isn't? He is about to answer just as she continues.
 
"Because I'd... I would very much like... To figure out a few things more..."
 
Anon nods slowly a few times, then moves. He slips out of her. Strange enough he remained inside of her for the time it took to figure things out. She seems rather taken with their little "experiment" and he needs to clear his mind up. He tips over to the side and falls down into the bed beside her. His body is stiff from being held up and not moving. She observes him for whatever he is to do next, quill in a wild scribble yet again. He stretches a little and settles in close to her, propping himself up on one arm and laying the other across her chest.
 
"I could never say anything other than I'd love to help... I mean, you are-"
 
Interrupted again. This time by a different source. Both of the occupants of the bed look up as the door to the room opens. Twilight Velvet manages a few swift steps into the room while speaking.
 
"I couldn't find you downstairs, I figured you were here. I brought some lun-"
 
She stops dead in her tracks and falls silent. The things on the tray she is carrying clink against each other as her grip weakens for a second. She manages to right herself just before anything falls. Twilight Sparkle scrambles in absolute panic to cover herself or them or just about whatever. Half a blanket to cover her partially and nothing for Anon. Twilight Velvet swallows hard and keeps her eyes off them.
 
"Um... Sweetie...? I, uh... I'll come back later..."
 
Twilight Sparkle sits straight up and Anon is soundlessly pushed to the side. She seems to have turned straight around from panic and just puts on a big smile for her mother. Was she expecting someone else? How does any of this make sense. Anon is thrust right back onto the afterburner as Twilight Sparkle yet again commands a change of situation.
 
"No, Mom, please... Come over here, you'd be invaluable to complete my data."
 
Twilight Velvet stands dumbstruck while Twilight Sparkle looks down to a wide-eyed Anon.
 
"I thought you would appreciate a few more tests with the original subject."
 
> Ch. 2 - A Mother and Daughter Thing
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Twilight Velvet stares at her daughter in silence. A bright blush adorning her face and a slight tremble to her usually steady hands. Twilight Sparkle smiles for her mother in an attempt to encourage. Anon, although he never found religion, prays to whatever higher beings may be observing.

The situation is so absurd, it just has to run out into the sand and disappear soon. Right? Anon's prayer is broken as he flinches at Sparkle putting a silky-soft hand on his shoulder. She looks deep into his eyes in an examining manner.

"You two seem awfully out of it, are you not interested in concluding the study?"

Anon blinks slowly. Is he truly prepared for round two? He throws a glance to Twilight Velvet who is already looking his way but awkwardly avoids his gaze once she notices him looking. She was giving him a long stare, many things roiling through her fleeting mind. She lets her eyes scan the floor for a bit, then looks to her daughter.

"... So what is it you need... For your study, sweetie?"

Anon blinks slowly, looking dumb. Did he just hear her say that? Of course he did. Does he have a choice in any part of this matter? Twilight Sparkle's gleeful expression tells otherwise.

"Well, now that I have experienced this form of cuddling myself, it would be very valuable for my empirical information to get a reenactment of the original incident."

Anon attempts to figure out what Sparkle just said. Velvet looks like she just saw her daughter murder someone. She takes a deep breath and shakily attempts a parental voice.

"Twilight Sparkle. I cannot believe you are asking me to... To... What would your father say?!"

Twilight Sparkle cocks her eyebrow and looks contemplative for a second, then shrugs.

"He'd probably be supportive of the research. Besides, Daddy would never feel threatened by a human."

She puts extra pressure on the last part. Her gleeful expression is absolute. Velvet blinks slowly, looking like she just got served a rank dish in the wrong language. Sparkle makes use of the confusion to get up out of bed, now ignoring the fact that she is naked. Anon quickly grabs the blanket to cover his apparently non-threatening human physique.

Twilight sparkle slips an arm around her mother's shoulders and motions to a very uncomfortable Anon with her free hand.

"Please, just humour me... Or us, even."

She gives Anon an extremely obvious one-eyed blink. He just sits dumbstruck. Obviously, none of this was planned or even hinted at. Oh, by all the gods, Twilight Sparkle has dreamed up her own version of this whole thing, hasn't she?

"Come on, Mom! It's not like it's cheating, he's an *animal* for Celestia's sake!"

Anon raises a finger in protest and Velvet blushes with her entire face. Not only did she manage to have brain-meltingly hot sex with someone she thought was her husband, it turned out he was some kind of strange being from another universe. One that has been living with them for months, sure. One that is mostly polite and that she only *accidentally* saw getting out of the shower once. Or twice. Maybe it was three times...

Twilight Velvet exhales a choppy breath into a dying squeak. She shakes Sparkle off and quickly goes to put the now forgotten lunch-tray down.

"... Just... This one time..."

Twilight Sparkle dances up to her mother and embraces her tightly.

"Thanks Mom, you're the best."

Anon shifts uncomfortably on the bed again. Seeing Twilight hug her mother in the nude already has his "inferior" human anatomy rock hard. He attempts to clear his head with a big gulp of air while keeping his eyes on the two. He cannot deny all of this is amazing, even though he is probably going to have to move out after the deed is done.

His thought is interrupted by Sparkle enthusiastically tugging at her mother's clothes, urging her to unbutton her blouse. Something Velvet does without much further protest. Anon watches breathless with a throbbing erection as more and more of Velvet's generous cleavage and crisp, lacy white bra is revealed.

As soon as the buttons are undone, Sparkle grips the piece of clothing, easily tugging it off of Velvet's arms. She then prances across the room and lets the blouse fall to the floor. Approximately the same spot where Velvet dropped her dress last night. Twilight Sparkle wastes no time approaching Velvet again, both urgency and anticipation on her face.

"Get rid of those pants. Put them by the blouse..."

She looks around her room briefly.

"My memory's a little fuzzy about your underwear..."

She turns to Anon while Velvet unbuttons her pants. She is needlessly slow and careful. Sparkle finds Anon entirely entranced by the mad circus before him. Apparently watching Velvet struggle to peel her pants down, wiggling her wide hips to help it along, excites him to the point of mindlessness.

"Anon, help me out here. Was she completely naked? Also, you should lie down..."

She pushes against Anon's chest but he remains seated, just as solid in body as in erection. He turns his head slightly to look at her, a dumb smile growing on his face.

"... You are an angel, Twilight Sparkle..."

Sparkle nods slowly and magically whips out her notepad once more.

"An 'angel', huh? Is this related to our current activity, or is it some other strange human title?"

(I know there's that goddamn bunny with the same name but fuck that little fucker.)

Velvet stops just as she has forced her pants down enough to reveal most of her delightfully inappropriate panties. A thin, almost transparent little piece that matches her bra. She watches in silence as Anon blinks at her daughter.

"What...? Oh, uh... An angel is a divine being... A word we some times use as a term of endearment..."

Anon lets his words fall away as Sparkle dismissively takes notes. At the same time Velvet is obviously beginning to have second thoughts. As she is about to start tugging her pants back up, she yet again ends up under the search-light that is her daughter's intense focus.

"Slow but good, Mom. Now position yourself over here."

Sparkle smiles widely while motioning to her bed. Velvet keeps quiet but finally begins to remove her pants. Anon swallows hard as he cannot help but to watch every little detail of her full figure as she leans forward. Breasts as large as he has ever seen, hanging invitingly and overflowing her bra. Massive hips in generous curves that look softer with less clothes on. He chances a glance at Sparkle, imagining what her already perfect figure would look like if it rounded out like her mother.

Sparkle lets out a soft noise of annoyance at how slow things are moving. Velvet takes a shy, graceful step out of her trousers and hesitantly approaches the bed. A bright blush is still riding her face. She finally seem determined. Anon does what he can to smile at her, hoping it will be encouraging rather than offputting.

Velvet smiles back. A miniscule twitch of her lips that only lasts a few seconds before slowly fading. Her expression is definitely more timid than excited. As she approaches, Anon can see a bright little spark light in her eyes. Her steps hurry a smidge, if only to get into the would-be safety of the bed.

She sits down next to Anon, puts her hands in her lap and just stares dead ahead, clearly not intending to make any kind of move. Anon has adopted the same demeanour, if only not to startle Velvet.

Twilight Sparkle sighs audibly and Velvet looks to her with a conflicted expression.

"Sweetie, this is very uncomfortable..."

Sparkle raises a brow and scrunches her mouth in thought. A short moment of obviously intense thinking later, she mutters a few words.

"What's the variable I'm not seeing...?"

She raises a finger in silent triumph as a little light goes up for her. She looks to the others with eyes wide open and something best described as a psycho smile.

"Wait there, don't move!"

In a purple flash of magic, Twilight Sparkle is gone.

Silence for a few seconds. Anon breaks it with a deep sigh. Velvet slowly turns her head to look at him. She breathes in deep, then remains quiet for a moment, allowing Anon to speak first. He does not, so she starts.

"This is... Different... She's usually not *this* eccentric..."

Anon nods slowly, he can think of little to say. If Velvet is not into this whole idea, why does she stay and put up with it? Motherly duty? He turns to look her in the eyes and stumbles over a few words while just talking to talk.

"I... Uh... If you don't wanna do this, we could just... Get dressed and get something to eat?"

Velvet meets his eyes for a moment. She has a calmer expression on her face but she is still very careful.

"Um... We never really asked your opinion in this, did we, Anon?"

Anon blinks at Velvet, fingers fidgeting with a corner of the blanket. What does he do now? What even is the truth in his opinion? He is not a greedy man but the idea, just the thought of getting frisky with both ladies has his head spinning.

"Oh, it's fine... I..."

He places both hands over his hidden but rather obvious erection. His face blossoms into a sweet smile. Velvet's eyes follow the motion of his hands. Her eyes linger at his crotch, her blush deepening. She remembers what he felt like inside of her. She recalls how his muscles felt as she lay on top of him. A hot rush surges through her entire body, something reminiscent of a fainting spell. Only that this feeling does not end in a blackout.

Anon notices her looking and slowly lets his hands creep away from hiding his bulge. Velvet looks to his face, only to find his calm smile. She swallows and attempts a smile of her own. She is intrigued by his physique, that is certain.

"Can I... Um... See it?"

Anon feels like his heart skips a beat and then stays on an unsteady rhythm. Instead, there is a rushing drumbeat in his chest. What did she just say? Well, he heard her clearly enough, he just never expected anything close to those words. A spoken answer from him is not needed, he hardly hesitates as he pulls the blanket away.

Twilight Velvet finds herself staring, looks away and almost instantly looks back. She has never seen a manhood like Anons before. She has already felt it inside but in the dark of last night's pleasurable mistake, she never saw it.

She creeps closer, an inquisitive look on her face. Anon leans back a bit to give her a better look at his full erection. She sits very close to him for quite some time. Anon shuffles a bit, putting an arm around her and holding her close. Velvet cannot help but to chuckle nervously and lean in.

"Is that... Erection... Really for me? I mean, my daughter's gone... I'm just an old mare..."

Anon brushes his fingers down Velvet's arm while wheezing out a short snicker of his own. His hand slips onto hers and he grasps it. No time like the present for a well-placed white lie. He lifts her hand and looks at it.

"Don't sell yourself short, you are just as beautiful as she is."

He has decided to go for it and no matter how awkward and cheesy he feels, he finishes strong by simply putting her hand on his manhood.

Velvet's face is a tornado of emotion. A heavy blush burns on her cheeks. She looks like a shy maiden, perhaps even more adorable than Twilight Sparkle. Then again, her soft fingers on his member may be making him a little biased at the moment.

Velvet carefully explores him with her touch, she does not dare to look just yet. His human anatomy is obviously intriguing for her. Not entirely different but exotic enough to have her head in the clouds. She squeezes him slightly, working her wrist to give him a few strokes. He lets out a pleased sound and she seems to relax a bit. She leans more against him and starts touching more intently. Her eyes end up on his member and she observes her fingers against his flesh. She gives little throwaway glances to his face. He smiles, she responds with a shy twitch of her own lips.

A thought, accompanied by a shudder, goes through Anon's entire being. A few more words could not be too hard to manage. After all, they have come this far. He breathes in and then speaks.

"Could you... Suck it?"

It comes out little more than a whisper. Velvet stops her stroking and stares at his face for a moment. She says nothing but wastes no more time before slipping off the bed to kneel in between his legs. Well there, she continues her amazing caresses. Something she is surprisingly good at. Or, well, perhaps not surprising at all.

Anon watches with near-trembling anticipation as Velvet gets up close to his cock. Her full, soft lips slightly parted. She wraps them around his tip with a testing, wet kiss. Suckling gently for a few seconds, she gets braver and opens her mouth to invite him in.

She slowly inches him in as he sits still as a statue, taking in the lovely sight. Her cute, careful and highly erotic start of the the blowjob has his member quaking as if it could get harder than it already is. Her mouth is soon filled with his manhood and she seems satisfied with figuring out his size. She pulls back and kisses the tip again before sliding her tongue along his shaft, risking a quick peek up at him.

Anon meets her eyes with his. The look on her face, her blush and nimble tongue is a sight for the ages. Anon makes sure to get every detail of her face and commit it to memory. Just as Velvet is about to dive back in and fill her mouth with him again, she is interrupted by a crackling flash of purple.

Anon freezes up completely and just stares at the pony behind Velvet. Twilight Sparkle is back, looking quite bewildered. She is clad in a long, fuzzy towel and is holding a very large clay jug in her arms.

Velvet spins around in total panic, calms down a little when she notices it is her daughter and brings a hand up to cover her mouth. Sparkle stares at the wall for two-or-so seconds, then seems to snap back into reality. Her attention fixes on her mother, sitting awkwardly on the floor. She raises a sleek brow while putting the jug down.

"I figured I needed wine to recreate the original incident. I did not know which, so I brought all of them. Now I see you've already gotten started!"

She puts on a wide, sunny smile. Velvet's eyes flick from Sparkle to the huge jug on the floor. What does she mean by bringing "all the wines"? And why in all of Equestria is she dressed in a towel?

Anon slowly thaws out of his possum-like freeze and raises a not-so sleek brow of his own. He decides to shush Sparkle's intrusion, complete with a finger raised to his lips. She instantly looks offended but her expression soon changes as Anon leans forward to lay a hand on Velvet's shoulder. While Velvet focuses back on Anon, marveling at his rock-hard erection again as she turns, Sparkle gets a more understanding visage about her.

Anon softly caresses the side of Velvet's face with one hand while brazenly waving his cock in front of her with the other. She gives him a look of desperation. She wants to continue what they started, it is just nearly impossible with her daughter in the room.

Twilight Sparkle has understood the situation and is mercifully quiet. Her magic quill dances a mad jig in her notebook as she watches Anon seduce her mother with careful caresses and soft words of encouragement. That and his full erection. She has never seen this side of him before. Some of it has to be typically human behaviour, she just has to figure out what.

After a little while of gentle coaxing, Velvet leans in to let her lips meet Anon's member again. Sparkle holds her breath as to not disturb, even though she has a hard time not giggling at the excited face Anon is sporting.

Velvet does whatever she can not to dwell on that which surrounds her. The room, the world, all things fall away and disappear. She takes Anon into her mouth, sucks, licks and channels all her thought into it. Before long, her head is bopping up and down on his manhood. Serious heat has already begun to build in her nethers. As Anon shudders out a low moan she lets his cock pop out of her mouth while throwing him a very lusty glance.

The two share a silent moment. Sparkle takes more notes, still the silent observer but steadily creeping closer. As Velvet goes back to servicing Anon, she takes a seat on the bed. Anon looks to her and it is their turn to share a look. Sparkle has an air of pride about her, as if what is currently going on is her machination.

Sparkle scoots closer and Velvet finally notices her approach. She gives her daughter a shocked glare for a few seconds, cock in her mouth and a blush creeping anew. Sparkle puts on a shy face of her own, genuine or not is impossible to tell. After a few scribbles, she lets her notepad levitate away as she draws even closer. Her shy expression gives way for a wicked little smile as she slips off the bed and creeps up close behind her mom.

Velvet does what she can to remain poised with Sparkle approaching. Something she cannot keep up as her daughter throws her arms around her from behind. Velvet gasps and pulls back from Anon's manhood. She stops herself halfway through a swearword. Sparkle answers with a short snicker. Then she turns as serious as she can. Which, in the current situation, is not much.

"I want to experience all of this as close as I can. This is excellent research, Mom. Don't stop."

Velvet is torn between lecturing her daughter and simply continuing. She makes a mental note to have a long, probably horrible talk with Sparkle later. They have a few issues to sort out. A few issues soon forgotten as she fills her mouth with human cock again. Sparkle's close embrace actually feels rather pleasant after Velvet reminds herself that she is a good mother and that her daughter is curious and intelligent just the same.

Anon has completely forgotten that this all started in an awkward mess and is currently enjoying his king-seat. A semi-nude Sparkle wrapped around her lingerie-clad mother is a sight too heavenly to miss. He should risk a few words. He has to try.

"Twilight... Sparkle... How about you... Massage Velvet's breasts?"

Not a very convincing command but easy to follow. Both women halt their focus, Velvet to stare at Anon and Sparkle to nod slowly. As Velvet's guard is down, Sparkle seizes the moment. Her hands swoop in from behind, rounds the curve of her mother's lace-clad breasts and grabs two great handfuls. She pushes them up into a vast cleavage as Velvet yelps in protest. She looks offended for a short moment. Anon's eyes wander from her adorable expression over her generous bosom. There is only one idea in his head.

"Come a little closer..."

Sparkle leans a bit more on her mom, pushing. Velvet looks to the side, shy again. While she seems unable to look up at Anon, she has grasped the situation. She shuffles forward, further in between Anon's spread legs. Sparkle holds her bust up and Anon soon rests his length on top of her cleavage. As he tryingly taps the bulging, soft flesh with his hot, hard cock, Velvet murmurs a few words.

"Please, Careful, I'm... Very sensitive... There..."

Her last word is more of a cute moan as Sparkle instantly utilises the new information. She kneads Velvet's boobs, pushing them up against Anon's solid member. He lets out a soft grunt as Velvet's cleavage embraces his manhood. He moves against her, pushing his tip into the sea of breasts. Velvet draws a ragged breath, watching Anon's member disappear without any real penetration. Sparkle's eyes are practically glowing with the same intensity as her scribbling quill.

Anon holds his cock with one hand and supports himself with the other as he busies himself with fucking Velvet's perfect cleavage. He might be sporting some grade-A (or was it "inferior"?)human meat but he easily disappears in between Velvet's jiggling melons. Anon's eyes dart back and forth over the sexual masterpiece before him. Watching their faces is the best part.

Velvet whimpers and moans, interlacing it with short, shy, white-hot glances. It would seem he has found her weak point. At least one of them. Sparkle seems to be enjoying herself as well, exploring and documenting has her grinning like a fool. Velvet has definitely warmed up to the attention, even if she still feels endlessly awkward. She presses herself up into Anon's crotch and very nicely matches his strokes.

"Velvet...! Your bra..."

Anon hisses the words through gritted teeth. The swell of her cleavage grips him tight. Fucking her boobs is already proving too much. Velvet stops as his words settle. Anon falls back a little, stretching both arms out behind him for support as his member leaves her heavenly tits to stand at high salute.

"Oh, goodness... I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Velvet goes full-on mom-mode. Anon quickly deflects it, it was never his intention to change the mood.

"No, no, of course not... It's, uh, just so tight..."

He rolls his eyes at his own words. There are plenty of other positive things to say about her absolute cleavage or the obstruction that is her bra. He just managed to bark out something that made her act more like a mother. Something that simply resulted in his sexual daze growing. Her concern is attractive to him.

Sparkle raises a brow as Anon puts on a goofy smile. He takes a deep breath, gathers himself the best he can and then speaks, both women his attentive audience.

"Take it off."

Not meant to sound like an order but coming off that way anyway. Velvet starts reaching but soon stops as she feels Sparkle's nimble fingers draw away from her bust and across her back. A quick pick later and Velvet's heavy breasts bounce free as her lacy white bra slides down her arms.

Sparkle's arms snake around her mother again, this time getting much softer handfuls. Sparkle reaches her mom's adorable nipples. They are a faded purple, a fine contrast to Velvet's pale complexion and they are strangely small. Perhaps it is the size of her bosom that makes them appear that way, perhaps they are just extraordinarily tiny. Anon watches with eyes as wide as saucers. Sparkle presses her forefingers into the center of each nipple. The silky flesh gives way and unleashes a full-body shudder throughout Velvet. Sparkle then removes her fingers and Velvet's nipples pop up like little buttons. She moans, realising too late it was her daughter who gave her the sensation, so she blushes furiously. Anon is pretty sure he has perished in some form of heart-attack and what is going on before him is his own personal heaven.

Velvet lunges forward, as if to get away from her groping daughter. She is met by the hardest material known to ponykind; Anon's cock.

She presses up close to him, her gigantic breasts filling his lap. He jerks back into reality and sits up straight, reaching for the side of each massive melon. His member nestles very comfortably in her cleavage, just as before but now without any obstructions. He gives a trying pump, manhood throbbing in anticipation. Velvet leans in close, he can feel her warm breath on his skin. Sparkle also hangs close and makes a thing out of taking notes on his different facial expressions. Thankfully for Anon, she does not voice them.

Velvet kisses Anon's stomach and rubs herself up against him. Her bust jiggles enticingly in its overflowing softness. He floats on little pink clouds that emanate from the intimate feeling of her being so close. The fact that her impressive bust is also tightly holding his manhood does not allow much of his focus to rest on anything else.

It is her moment to lead. She brushes up against him time and time again. His cock is caught in a stormy sea of boobs. She pants with every stroke. Just like he is enjoying her undressed touch, she gets even more of a sensation now that her breasts are unleashed.

Both Anon and Velvet are far too busy to notice that Sparkle is beginning to look a bit impatient. Perhaps her lack of patience is due to jealousy.

Twilight Sparkle sits back and takes her notes slower. Human males sure seem to like foreplay. A bit too much perhaps. She is impressed by his stamina. Thinking about it; Not being part of the hands-on learning bores her. She watches her mom service her friend with increasing vigour. Velvet is getting more and more of a glow about her. Anon seems to be enjoying himself to the extreme. More than he did with Sparkle?

The thought does not cross Anon's mind at all. In Sparkle's is a whole different story. The thought sticks as if it had barbed thorns. This is the first time in what could be forever that Twilight Sparkle is jealous of Twilight Velvet.

She lets her quill drift off and slowly closes her notebook as she prowls closer to the two. Her eyes wander over both their bodies, chiefly over Anon's and the action he is receiving. He looks completely entranced and Velvet seems to be enjoying herself royally too. Not wanting to spoil anything but still miffed about being left on the wayside, Sparkle gets up on the bed. Anon looks to her with a mysterious little smile. His expression soon changes with a hearty grunt as Velvet buries her face in her own cleavage to suck on the tip of his manhood.

Sparkle takes the chance and presses herself up against Anon. He is happily surprised by a pair of towel-clad breasts to the face. He peers at her over the peaks of her malleable mountains and one of his hands reaches up, a bit unsteady. Anon's eyes meet Sparkle's. They are both practically shining as he sets a cramp-like grip into the cloth of her towel. Sparkle holds back a giggle as the soft fabric glides off around her body. The would-be giggle instantly turns into a gasp as Anon decides to grab a handful of her luscious bust and put his lips to her nipple.

Sparkle cringes at first, the sensation is strange after all the things that has crashed through her head recently. She may not have the same affinity for breast-fondling as her mother but after all thoughts have been sorted through, the feeling remains. Wet, smooth and tingly. She embraces Anon the best she can and lets him flick his tongue over her stiffening nipple. She even goes so far as to press her breasts between her arms and give him access to both.

Anon lets out a half-muffled bark of joy as he smushes his face into Sparkle's cleavage. The hunt for her nipples is quick and sloppy. He tickles her, he teases her. She cannot help but to snicker sweetly and shudder under his touch. There must be at least a little of her mother's sensitivity in there.

Velvet looks up from treating Anon's member all kinds of right to find him suckling on her daughter. She blinks a few times, the sight does not really bother her any more. In fact, she is unsure if it ever did. She moves back a little and elicits a reaction from Anon by having his manhood leave the warmth of her bosom.

He looks down, momentarily distracted away from Sparkle's stiff nipples and lovely breasts. Velvet is giving him a wild look, one of her hands has a thumb hooked under the hem of her underwear. She hesitates for a moment but Anon gives her no reason to hold back.

Velvet stands up and takes a deep breath while turning around. Anon and Sparkle both watch in silence as Velvet slowly rolls her wispy panties down her thick thighs. She lets them fall once they are low enough and then peers over her shoulder before turning back around to face them. Sparkle is wearing an understanding smile, although she is clearly distracted by Anon's touch. Anon however appears to be completely focused on Velvet again. He tosses a few things around in his head. Nothing to stop him now, no reasons to. This is obviously happening and he has to start it.

He beckons her to close the small distance between them. Velvet draws closer in a part awkward, part sensual approach. She probably has not been practicing any striptease lately. Sparkle dares a few more notes as she gives her mom some space. She is almost as excited to see where this is going as she is to have Anon's hands on her.

Anon has made up his mind and makes his move. He slips away from Sparkle, stands up and gives Velvet simple directions.

"Lay down. My turn to return the favour."

Velvet looks at him with big eyes while fulfilling the easy request. She lies down and does what she can to focus on Anon, even though Sparkle is a bit of a distraction. Her daughter inspects every new happening intently and Velvet has never felt this naked. She feels like the main course in a very strange meal. She has no idea how true that thought is about to become.

Anon does not have the same hesitation as she and dives in between her legs. Velvet gets a look of panic on her face as he kisses her inner thigh. Another kiss and she writhes under his soft touch as he runs his hands up her smooth legs. He gets closer and closer to her womanhood. She watches, panting, with an expression best described as fear. Sparkle is definitely creepily interested in her mother's reaction. Anon finally notices and stops dead in his tracks.

"Everything alright?"

Velvet nods slowly while answering with conflicting words.

"... No. I mean, yes... It's been..."

She swallows and throws a glance to Sparkle before focusing back on Anon. Her face softens up a bit and she manages a smile. Full-on mom-mode once more.

"You're a gentleman, Anon. Don't tire yourself out..."

Anon raises a brow, does she mean she dislikes the idea of him giving her oral sex? He looks at her face, she looks thoroughly embarrassed. Strange. She seemed fine until he very physically hinted at eating her out. She said it had been something. Been some time? Is this fine mare not getting enough attention from her stallion?

Anon decides on not making a discussion out of it and leans in. He puts his lips against her exposed sex and remains still as he feels her tense up. He looks up, searching her eyes while he gives a trying kiss. Velvet's eyes are tightly closed and her lips slightly parted, she takes shallow breaths. Her expression has changed to one of surrender. Anon caresses her with a kiss again. He follows up with a flick of his tongue. Velvet brings a hand up to cover her mouth as his first lick makes her whimper.

Oh, so that is it. Anon smiles for himself before getting further familiar with Velvet's privates. Not only did she get wet from her breasts being stimulated, she reacts as if she is near an orgasm whenever his tongue trails a path between her folds. No wonder last night's activity happened without anything to hinder them.

Velvet is clean and smells nice. She obviously takes good care of herself and Anon is yet again ascending into heaven. He licks; longer, faster, sloppier. Velvet's desperate, needy moaning and wincing fuels him. Sparkle watches intently as Anon makes her mother writhe in pleasure.

Anon carries on with vigour and Velvet is already out of breath. Her hands caress her body, unsure of where to rest as she tenses, relaxes and shakes. Anon finds her clit with a long lick and gives it a few rapid-fire strokes. Velvet bites her finger and grunts, ending her noise in a choppy moan. She then inhales deep and reaches for Anon's head with one hand.

"Stop... Stop. Please... I..."

She peers at him through her eyelashes, her chest and massive bust heaving. Anon complies right away and gives her a concerned look before he realises he just made her come. Fast and easy. Another of her weakpoints, for sure. If it should be considered a weakness to begin with. Anon throws a glance to Sparkle, finding her just as intrigued as he thought.

"Anon..."

Velvet pants out his name, instantly getting his attention. She shuffles about for a short while, making herself comfortable. Anon finds satisfaction in just watching her. Seeing her naked, wet and at his mercy is a surreal experience.

"... I... I... I want... No, I need..."

Velvet falls silent again. Anon smirks for her. He does not need her to finish that sentence. Rising slowly, he stays between her legs. She remains quiet and looks at him, braver now that she is riding the high of an orgasm.

Anon grabs his manhood and positions himself as best he can between her legs. He brushes up against her silky, wet heat. Velvet's eyes dance over Anon's body, until they come to rest on his fair-sized member. She feels like she should say something but nothing comes to mind. Seeing him like this is something that is going to linger in her mind. With all the strange happenings of late, she wonders if anything will ever get back to normal.

While that thought mingles with other, hotter ideas in her dazed mind, Anon has lined himself up with her. He leans in over her. All the while teasing her privates with the tip of his member. He covers his manhood in her lubrication. Velvet gasps and holds her breath for a good few seconds before moaning. A long, held-back sound of burning lust. She waits in barely contained anticipation while Anon has his moment. Before long, he pushes against her waiting pussy. He has to stifle a moan of his own as he slides in. She is warm, wet and tighter than he recalls. All the teasing and foreplay has made him very sensitive. Almost as sensitive as she.

Sparkle turns to the side, silently skulking off of the bed as Anon fills her mother with cock. About now, she would be legitimately jealous if she had not already felt him earlier. She slinks around Anon and embraces him from behind, much like she did with her mother earlier. She is pleased with Anon's reaction; a heavy shiver that shakes all of him.

As Sparkle touches Anon, his response, along with shuddering, is to bury his cock even deeper within Velvet. She gasps, her eyes widening and landing on not one but two faces. Her daughter has her human lover in a tight embrace and watches her intently. Velvet is unsure if she should cheer or weep. It does not take long for Anon's cock to begin shifting the answer in its favour.

Anon holds himself up and steady on two arms. Easy, even with Sparkle hanging on him. Velvet struggles for a moment with where to put her hands but finally just runs them up his arms. She moans, whimpers, pants and groans as Anon's rhythm holds steady. Long, deep strokes fill her time and time again. With all previous stimulation and the cute noises she is making, it is rather obvious that she is close to coming. Again. If she did not already. Multiple times.

Velvet's fingers seek Anon's shoulders. She clambers on for dear life as he picks up his pace. He goes as fast as he can, pretending it is not his full potential as he plows away for several minutes. Sparkle giggles softly and hangs on, taking a certain delight in watching her mother's facial expressions change. Velvet is in complete bliss.

"Oh, Anon... You... Your... Human cock!"

With her words, Anon pushes all of his manhood into her and halts his motions. He hangs over her, panting just as much as she. Velvet reaches for his face, caressing his cheeks with long fingers for a short moment. A voice from behind tickles in Anon's ear.

"Did you come?"

It is Twilight Sparkle, sounding very interested. Why does she want to know? Is it the science thing again? A hundred different reasons flash through Anon's head. Ninety-nine of them are incorrect.

"... No."

As he answers, he instantly gets lighter. Sparkle appears to the side of him, looking somewhere between shy and mischievous. One thing is certain, she is definitely giddy with excitement. She fidgets a bit while speaking.

"I've got an idea, to... Maybe... Commemorate*** the moment. Something I'd like to... Try."

She dances around the subject. Rather gracelessly at that. What does she want? Anon looks deep into her eyes and gives her his full focus. Not entirely easy as he is still balls-deep in her mother. His attention brings some timidness back to Sparkle but she is as determined as ever. He can see her searching for words. She shakes her head for herself and even Velvet starts to wonder what her daughter is trying to say.

"I want you to come..."

Sparkle looks serious but sounds like she is about to burst into a giggle-fit. A bright and clear blush slowly takes over her face. She looks down as she continues.

"... On my face."

She looks up, dreading Anon's reaction just as much as she is curious. She finds both Anon and her mother looking dumbfounded. Anon snaps back to reality a second later while Velvet's thoughts are still milling around. Sparkle watches with tense anticipation as Anon gently removes himself from her mother. Velvet hardly reacts until he leans in to give her a little peck on the side of her mouth. Far from a full-on kiss. Perhaps not to offend or push his luck. At his touch, Velvet also returns to the land of the conscious. She shoots a hand up to caress the side of Anon's face. She is about to say something but instead leans up and locks her lips with his.

Anon is surprised. Surprised and pleased. Velvet seems satisfied and Sparkle is all kinds of excited. Wanting something he would be afraid to ask her to do. He manages a deep, passionate kiss with Velvet. Meanwhile, Sparkle waits at the end of her patience.

Sparkle lets out a frustrated whining noise as the kiss continues. Finally, Anon breaks it and pulls away from Velvet to smile for Sparkle.

"I never thought you'd ask."

He sounds rather nonchalant about it but he means it all in truth. Never in a thousand years did he think he would get that question. From her, anyway. He does what he can to hide most of his excitement as he stands up and stretches. Both mother and daughter's eyes follow his every move. Anon hesitates for a short moment, then decides to take command.

"Come over here then."

He grips his manhood and feels part god, part simpleton. He must look ridiculous. Sparkle does not seem to mind. She quickly closes the tiny distance between them. She stands incredibly near, pressing her large bust against his chest. One hand on his shoulder and one nervously twining her fingers in her hair. She looks up to him with no small amount of intensity in her big, beautiful eyes.

Anon hesitates once more. His mind just cannot settle on how to act. How this all feels like. Is it romantic or just filthy? Perhaps both. Maybe that is what makes it so exciting? He looks deep into her eyes and gathers himself.

"Get on your knees..."

He does not sound very commanding. Sparkle looks like she is about to start something else but then just slips into the same serious expression she had before. She slowly lowers herself while maintaining as much eye-contact as she can. Down on her knees, she remains close. Close enough to nuzzle his member. She sits silent and still. Her intense expression mingles with a would-be shy smile.

Anon gives his hard, slick member a few pumps. He revels in the sight of Sparkle's waiting face. Her eyes are locked on his cock. She parts her lips, just slightly. He can feel her breath on his manhood. He pumps it faster. Sparkle opens up more and dares the tip of her tongue to hang against her lower lip.

A quick shuffle, another face appears. Velvet sits down besides her daughter. She looks up at Anon with the same big, beautiful eyes as Sparkle. No words are needed. Anon grunts audibly as the new challenger appears. He thought his cock could not get harder, he was wrong.

Mother and daughter sit close to each other. Both with open mouths and waiting tongues. Their eyes are fixed on Anon's glorious human meat. He works it with a steady motion, handling himself thoughtfully. For a short while at least. He then teases them both by patting his tip against their tongues. The sight is incredibly arousing and he is already close to bursting. He painstakingly holds back his orgasm to prolong the moment. He also has to refrain from simply jamming it in between Sparkle's inviting lips.

He takes it as far as he can. He rubs the tip of his throbbing erection against lips, cheeks and even pokes their noses. Velvet giggles softly but Sparkle remains stoically focused. Anon never gives a hint when and where he will spill his load. Finally, it pretty much just happens.

With a short, deep grunt, Anon orgasms. His manhood erupts in a pulse of hot, slippery cum. His first shot spreads up over the side of Sparkle's mouth, staining her lips and cheek. He stiffly attempts to hit Velvet with the next, resulting in a crooked discharge, up over her nose and very narrowly missing her eye.

Sparkle gasps and Velvet murmurs something about warmth. Sparkle then lunges forward and catches Anon's cock with her stretched-out tongue. She greedily laps at the lazily dribbling stream of thick semen. She nuzzles her face against his member and pants heavily against his skin. Anon feels his legs buckle but keeps himself up with sheer force of will. His massive erection does not even show signs of wilting. Sparkle licks again and again.

Velvet shyly raises a hand to drag a finger against the thick load slowly running down her face. She tastes it with what is probably the most erotic finger-sucking Anon has ever seen.

Anon exhales slowly and shudders at the tingling aftermath of his orgasm, Sparkle's tongue still sending jolts up his spine. He is just about to say something when he is interrupted. The thumping sound of the door downstairs, closely followed by Night Light's voice.

"Honey?! I'm home!"