A low clippity-clopping echoed down the hall as Velvet Step slowly made her way to the safety of her dressing room. It seemed like every practice session this week was longer than the last. Leaping, jumping, and spinning on your hooves for hours only seemed easy until you did it. Towards the end of the evening, her hooves felt like leaden weights tethering her to the stage.
Upon entering her room she took a deep breath and froze, a happy grin lighting up her face. She hadn't done this in weeks but if somepony was kind enough to leave her the goods who was she to turn down such a generous gift. Prancing in place for a moment in anticipation of what was to come, Velvet let out a short squeal before kicking the door closed. What was about to happen was not for nosy eyes.
A shimmy, a shake, make that two shakes, and a quick twirl later Velvet divested herself of her slippers and was prepared to get messy. A quick flick of the switch set the mood as Velvet tensed envisioning what was to come. Looking back to what lay before her the only question left was how to proceed, a gentle voyage of pleasure or a reenactment of Stomp?
A quick canter brought her to the edge of the table to better view her intended prey. They lay in a row before her glistening faintly in the low light. Nostrils flaring Velvet basked in the faint scent of vanilla wafting through the air. Licking her lips a faint whine could be heard as memories of the last time she lost control rolled through her mind. Not again she promised herself, this time, she would resist the alluring temptation before her, for another minute at least.
It was a dire test of will power between Velvet and her salacious desires. In the end, there could be only one outcome as Velvet quivered in place fighting to hold out just a moment longer. Finally unable to contain herself another second her hoof plunged down reaching for the moistest of cakes. Cake in hoof Velvet paused, she could take her time now that she no longer had to pretend to restrain herself.
It was soft, so very soft that Velvet had to close her eyes steadying herself lest she lose control right then and there. Slowly Velvet brought her hoof back to eye level to stare at what her actions had wrought. Her hoof was a tad sticky so perhaps she hadn't been quite as gentle with her prize after all. Bringing her hoof up to her lips she daintily licked the mess away. Clean for the moment Velvet relished the sweet flavor on her lips as the ecstasy she was feeling threatened to drive her wild.
A faint tickling sensation made her nose twitch once, then a second time. Crossing her eyes Velvet saw just at the tip of her nose a glob of vanilla frosting. Looking closely Velvet saw other spots caused by her crime, two on her left hoof and a rather large one smack dab on her chest. Feeling the tension drain from her body, Velvet relaxed fully, if she was already going to need a full body scrubbing there was no need to hold back.
Eyes shining Velvet gazed down upon the remaining eleven vanilla-topped red velvet cupcakes like a dragon spying the crown jewels. The room shook, the walls trembled, and somewhere across town Crystal Wishes drew up a hot bath. Velvet had finally broken the latest of her silly fasts.