Night Light walked into his house with a hoof full of mail from the mailbox. "Bill, bill, bill, junk-mail. Something for you honey," he said, tossing the envelope across the table. Velvet looked up from her breakfast. It was from Fillydelphia. She opened the envelope and read the letter inside.

"Oh my gosh!" she gasped.

"What is it?" Night Light asked.

"It's an invitation to the Equestrian Writer's Society annual banquet! They want me to be a guest speaker!" She continued to read the letter.

"That's amazing! When is it?" he asked.

"It's the second Sunday in May," she said, glancing at the calendar and back at the letter. "Oh my gosh, that's only six days away!" She finished the page. "... see enclosed ticket." She overturned the envelope as the ticket fell out for the train ride to Fillydelphia. "It's just the one ticket." She frowned.

"That's okay, honey. I don't think work would let me skip out on such short notice. But you go ahead. This is the opportunity of a lifetime!" he said.

"Yeah. It is," she said with a smile.

Velvet waved goodbye to her husband on the dock from the train as it pulled away from the station. She'd just gone on a train ride to Fillydelphia last month. But this time it was for a happy occasion. She was giddy with anticipation. She looked at the map of the train in her guide to locate her sleeper car number. She couldn't seem to locate it. She flagged down a porter. He trotted over to her.

"Excuse me, could you help me? I seem to be having a bit of trouble locating my room," she said. She gave him her ticket with her name and room number on it. He looked at the ticket and back to her.

"Right this way," he said. She followed him to the back of the train, past the regular sleeper cars, past the dining car, the lounge, observation, and coach.

"Where are we going?" she asked. He spoke back to her over his shoulder as he walked.

"The Prince has given special instructions that should you choose to travel with us, you would be given the Royal Accommodations," he said, opening the last door. "Just through here," he said with a bow as she passed. "Please make free use of any and all amenities during your trip. Free of charge of course. Is there anything I can get for you?"

"No, no I'm fine. Thank you," she said, standing there in the suite. He nodded politely, leaving the room and and closing the door. She placed her bag on the floor and sat in the chair by the desk. She felt a bit out of place in the grand suite. It was a lot of space for one pony, she felt. The chair she was sitting in was very comfortable, she admitted, much better than the ones in coach. That was good enough, she decided.

She sat there, tapping her hooves on her knees. The last of the Canterlot metropolis vanished from the windows, leaving only the expanse of the Equestrian landscape beneath the mountainside as they headed down. Boredom got the better of her quickly when she pondered the length of her travel ahead of her.

"Free reign of any and all amenities..," she recited to herself aloud. She opened the cooled minibar. "... free of charge?" She pulled a bottle from the cabinet. "Yes please!" She smiled, pouring herself a glass of wine in an ornate crystal goblet. Inside the ice box was an assortment of fine cheeses and chocolates. Velvet smiled wider. "I have to thank Shining for this the next time I see him," she said.

Velvet sat back in the chair, enjoying the scenery passing as she snacked on a bit of chocolate and sipped her wine. After a little while, she felt her heart flutter. She wan't sure if it was the wine, but the room felt just a bit too warm for her. She opened the ice box to find something to drink. Perhaps juice or just water. Something that was non-alcoholic. She did a double take, looking at the box the bottle of wine came from. She thought it said 'wine lovers' collection. But it was the 'Lover's Collection' aphrodisiac food and wine set. It would explain why she was feeling a little... hot and bothered.

She closed the icebox, looking elsewhere for refreshment. She didn't need to show up in Fillydelphia as a ragged mess in need. She pulled open the drawers of the bureau for the sake of a complete search before she resorted to ordering some kind of room service. She recognized some of the clothing as that which Shining had worn on occasion. Also some of Cadence's outfits. Presumably for when they traveled. As they often did. One of the draws she opened had some scanty negligees. When she opened the draw, a box in the back of it shifted forward with the momentum of the draw.

In her curiosity, she opened the box. She gasped and dropped it with a thud back into the drawer. It was a rubber stallion phallus. Cadence's, she presumed. She looked at the lid of the box. 'Clone a Willy' it said. In the bottom of the box where the dildo had been were some photos. They were of Shining Armor! They looked to have been taken by Cadence in this very train car. They showed Shining sitting on the edge of the bed with an oblong box in his lap, pointing upwards. The next one was Cadence pouring something into the box. And the last one was Shining holding up the dildo next to his penis. Velvet understood what it was. They'd made a rubber cast of his penis. Probably for Cadence to use when she had to travel alone.

She should close the drawer, she thought. She should put the replica of her son's genitals back in the box and stop staring the the photo of his dick. Her hoof didn't seem to get the message. She sat there, trembling with the photo in her hoof. Her other hoof had other plans, seemingly managing to find its way between her legs. Her eyes drifted to the dildo laying in the drawer. "I mustn't," she told herself. She chewed her lip as her hoof continued to rub her pussy. "At least, not without washing it afterwards," she said, grabbing it from the drawer.

She practically jumped onto the bed with her son's faux cock flopping in her hoof. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. She grasped it firmly with both hoofs, rubbing it up and down against her folds, forcing herself to not just plunge it right in. "No need to rush," she coached herself. "It's a long trip. I should pace myself." She rubbed the length against her, brushing the flared tip across her clit with each pass. She moaned as her impatient need eroded her willpower. "Oh what the hay. I'm on vacation."

She brought the tip to her wanton entrance, pressing it against her. She applied a bit of pressure, but it was bigger than Shining was years ago. He had clearly grown up. And it was certainly much bigger than Night Light ever was. She struggled to accommodate it's girth. "Oh, this is not fair," She griped. She put the dildo down on the bed and fished through the drawer. She pulled out the lingerie and the box. A large jug and a wide-plunger syringe with a tube attached rolled forward. She held up the items and looked between them. The bottle was clearly of lubricant. But the tubing didn't factor in.

Back at the bed, she was about to apply the lube to the dildo when she noticed the hole in the base of it and the tip. The light went on in her mind as she finally understood the purpose of the device. She picked up the lingerie off of the floor and caught herself in the mirror. The garter belt and leggings were a black mesh, as was the corset. Cadence wasn't that much taller than her. They would likely fit.

"Why not?" she decided, slipping into the articles. After a bit of adjustment, they weren't too loose on her at all. They were quite comfortable, in fact. "Now, where was I?" She put the end of the tube into the bottle of lube and pulled back on the plunger, filling it with the white goo. Then she inserted the tubing into the back of the dildo and gave the plunger a little push, forcing the liquid up through the phallus. a few droplets appeared at the tip. It was a very realistic effect. She smirked and grabbed the dildo once more, pressing it to her entrance, framed now by the lacy, black lingerie and well lubricated. She took a deep breath and relaxed as she felt herself stretch around the monstrous thing. Her distended lips snapped closed around the shaft once the flare of the head popped inside. "Oof," she huffed.

It was nowhere near as bad or the size of having a foal. But this was something that she was willfully stretching herself with, and in the opposite direction. She pushed more of it in. Even as wet as she was, the textured surface tugged and pulled at the taut edge of her vagina, pulling her clit downward into contact with the intruder, and sending little bolts of lightning up her body.

Her advance came to an abrupt halt at the medial ring on the shaft. She was already at her limit with its girth. She didn't have the strength in her hooves to push past that. She rolled over onto her belly and tried to stand on all fours the bed. The snug dildo hung from her taut behind as she lowered herself into a squat. The base came to rest on the mattress as she let her body weight assist in pushing down on it. The new position helped her relax her pelvis floor, giving her that little bit of extra slack. With a bit more pressure she was nearly there. The compressed coil of the mattress sprung upward into her once the medial ring slipped inside, causing several inches to fill her with surprising speed. It was the last straw.

"Nnggghhh," Velvet moaned as a new rush of wetness ran down the remaining shaft, soaking the bedding around it. Her knees shuddered but she kept herself upright. Once the wave of euphoria passed, she got to really hopping on it, bobbing her hips up and down, taking it in and squeezing it out with her muscles. She looked across the room, in the mirror. She looked at herself on the royal bed, in Princess Cadence's lingerie, riding a replica of her son's dick. Maybe it was the wine. But she saw herself in a way that she hadn't in years. She looked sexy. She felt sexy. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to be fucked. Not some boring old quick session of missionary from a stallion too tired after work to even bother with some half-assed foreplay.

She wanted a stallion armed with this dick. She wanted to feel him thrusting into her. Pumping and throbbing hot flesh, pounding her. She wanted to feel him tense up and grunt as he- as he- Velvet grabbed the syringe as she slammed her hips down a final time onto the dildo, and pressed the plunger all the way down.

"Ooohhh!" She let out a throaty moan as she felt her depths being stretched by the fluid pumping out of the tip of the dildo. The wide head made a tight seal, keeping it all compressed into her depths. She keeled over onto the bed and pressed her hooves to her stretched pussy as it twitched and quivered a second time around the fake cock. She writhed and rolled across the covers over to the edge of the bed with the big toy and all that pseudo-cum jostling about inside of her. She scooted her ass over to the edge and pulled the toy out with a wet 'plop'. A rushing torrent of the creamy lube, as well as her own juices, poured out, soaking the bed skirt and the rug. The bulk of it emptied, she rolled back over onto the bed and passed out.

The screech of the train's brakes as it neared the Fillydelphia station woke her from her exhausted slumber. Panic struck her as she looked at the sticky mess of the floor and the sheets. The surge of adrenaline shot her to her hooves and to action, scooping up everything and rushing to put it all back in its place. And then trying her best to make the mess on the floor look like spilled... well, anything except lubricant. She didn't know what kind of cleaning service worked in this car, but nopony deserved that. The voice came over the train's intercom as the train came to a halt at the station.

She was about to walk out when she realized she was still strapped into Cadence's lingerie. She didn't have time to undo all the clasps and buttons. She opened her bag and quickly threw a sun dress over it. She could take time getting out of it at the hotel and return it to the drawer on the return trip. Satisfied that she looked decent, she stepped out of the suite and off of the train. A pony on the dock held a sigh for 'Twilight Velvet'. "I'm Twilight," she said.

"This way ma'am," he said, leading her to her chartered carriage. He opened the door for her and she stepped inside. After a moment, she was on her way. On her way to arriving at the Bitz luxury hotel of Fillydelphia. When she arrived, he opened the door for her again and directed her inside, carrying her bag for her to the front desk.

"Reservation for Twilight Velvet," she said.

"Ah yes. We've been expecting you," the hotel manager greeted her. "This way. I will escort you to your suite," he said. They walked together to the elevator. "This is your key," he said, putting it into a special lock in the elevator. "It's the only way to get to your suite on the tenth floor,"

"Which room is mine?" she asked.

"You misunderstand. It's the tenth floor. The whole floor. Its a penthouse," he said stepping back out of the elevator. "Enjoy your stay. And let us know if there is anything at all that we can get for you during your stay. All expenses paid," he smiled as the elevator door closed. It all seemed too good to be true. She knew her writing was popular. But she felt practically like royalty here.

The door of the elevator opened and she stepped out into what looked to be an entryway. Straight ahead was another door with a lock. Velvet put the key in and turned it. The heavy door swung open, revealing the lush interior. She put her bag down inside and closed the door behind her. The suite was bigger than her whole entire house in Canterlot. And she was not strictly-speaking, poor, either. Outside was a patio overlooking the city below. There was a kitchenette, and a separate bedroom. Inside was a fireplace, a huge Jacuzzi tub, and a bed the size of her whole bedroom back home.

And the bed! The bed was covered in rose petals. There was a bucket on a stand with a bottle of champagne. There were scented candles on the mantle. Soft music came from the phonograph. Among the petals on the bed was a single, plain white envelope. Velvet reached over and picked up the envelope, tearing it open. Inside was a simple pink card.

Happy Mother's Day

- Shining

"Happy Mother's Day," Shining said from the doorway.