As the chariot came to rest in the plaza at the center of Ponyville, Twilight Sparkle couldn't help contemplating the state of the Town Hall, which had just been renovated. She wouldn't have thought much of it, were it not for the fact that the last renovation had been fairly recent.

It seems Mayor Mare wants to make a good impression, Twilight thought, though she wasn't sure who the Mayor wanted to impress.

Her mood fell a bit at the thought, but she quickly put it out of her mind. So much had changed since her coronation, and life in Canterlot had been so hectic lately; all Twilight wanted to do was spend time with her friends in Ponyville and let the laid-back atmosphere of the small town soak in. Unfortunately, she hadn't even set all four hooves on the ground before an entourage of politician ponies led by Mayer Mare herself came trotting up.

An hour and a half later, Twilight was quite certain she never again wanted to hear the phrases royal subsidies, grass roots or privatized municipality. She wasn't even sure how a municipality could be subject to privatisation. She entered her library, snatching up a small cardboard box left by the door as she did so, and finally set down her saddlebags. Sighing from physical and mental exhaustion, she checked her schedule and noticed that she had completely missed her appointment at the spa with Rarity and Fluttershy and had a solid hour before she was supposed to meet Pinkie Pie at the café for a late lunch.

“Not a great way to start your time off, huh?” Spike had an annoyed look on his face which softened as he noticed how tired Twilight seemed to be. “Hey, why don't I make some tea?”

Twilight thought about having an invigorating cup of green tea and immediately began to feel better. “That would definitely brighten my day,” she told him, smiling.

As Spike set about getting a kettle boiling in the kitchen, Twilight turned to the box that had been waiting for her. She lifted the package with her magic and turned it over once, finding no distinguishing markings save for a note that had been folded over and tacked onto the cardboard. She removed and unfolded it and read:

Enclosed is a present that I believe you will appreciate greatly, assuming

that there is a side of you which you have never shown to me, but which I

have long suspected is there. Perhaps even without realizing it yourself. If,

however, I am wrong, I only hope that you find this humorous rather than

insulting.

– A Friend

Twilight had received quite a few gifts recently, from friends, family and also strangers trying to curry favor with the new princess of Equestria. Something about this one seemed strange though. There was no name, no organization, no form letter; the note itself was hoof-written, (or horn-written, perhaps) but the lettering was precise and neat like a scribe's. Twilight could not tell who it was from in the slightest. Were she not so tired, she may have been wary of the mysterious package, but in fact she was merely curious. She promptly opened the box with her magic and looked inside.

It took a few seconds for her mind to register what she was looking at and several more seconds to formulate a response to it. She shut the box and slammed it on the table with her magic before rearing up and placing her fore-hooves on top of it. She began to feel rather silly for doing so and was starting to calm down just as she heard Spike ask, “What's wrong now?”

Twilight spun around to face her diminutive dragon assistant, levitating the box so that it floated behind her – out of view. She realized how absurd that was as he cocked his head and raised an eyebrow; the look he always had when he thought she was freaking out over nothing. Twilight couldn't help but blush as she internally conceded that she was over-reacting, but she wasn't sure how to explain. After a moment, she decided to be truthful, but vague.

“Er, well… I've just received a… very personal bit of mail. I need a little while to myself to deal with this.”

Spike's expression quickly changed to one of concern, “Are you OK? Is something wrong?”

“It's fine,” she said as she headed upstairs to the loft where they slept. “I just have to take care of this. Call if you need anything.”

“Is it from the princesses – the other ones?” Spike corrected, still getting used to Twilight's new title.

“I don't, um – no. No, it's not.” Twilight sincerely hoped that was true.

Upon reaching the second floor, she quickly closed and locked the door behind her. Wasting no time, she set the package on her bed and reopened it, then dumped the contents of the box onto her covers. She felt her face flush as she considered the large, anatomically correct… toy in front of her. It was clearly made to resemble a stallion in appearance and feel, and to be worn by one mare as it was used to please another. Behind the shaft was a smaller curvier bit which she imagined would stimulate the wearer quite well. The whole thing was a shade darker than her coat, and her own cutie mark was clearly stamped on the side of the fake testicles. It was actually a bit unnerving that someone would go to the trouble of acquiring such a personalized piece of equipment for her. Even so, she was genuinely intrigued.

For reference, she pulled the device she had relied on for some time now out from beneath her bed. It was much less fancy, being a simple, smooth wooden case containing a magic absorbing crystal with a twist dial on the base that would line up a set of runes which activated a vibration spell. By comparison, the shaft was easily twice as long – maybe even three times – and nearly twice as thick. The curvy inset was about the same size as her old toy, taking the different shape into account, but Twilight could just imagine how it would pump in and out and rub itself roughly against her sweet spot as she moved her hips –

What am I thinking? I've never done anything like that! I've never even had a coltfriend, let alone another mare.

In spite of herself, Twilight was getting undeniably hot and bothered by the silicone stallion replica sitting on her bed. Checking the clock, she determined that she certainly had time to kill and decided that just trying it on couldn't hurt.

It's not like I can return it. I don't even know who bought it or where they got it from. And besides, Celestia help me if a toy like this with my cutie mark on it were just floating around out there.

Reclining on her bed, Twilight magically lifted the toy into position and gently stimulated herself with the smaller section, rubbing the length of the curve against her marehood and letting the tip prod her clit repeatedly. She was already pretty worked up, and she became very slick in a hurry. Using her hooves to deftly guide the toy, she began to gently penetrate herself with the tip, and then let a bit more slip in, and then a little more, and after a moment the root of her new toy was inserted to the hilt.

Twilight let go of the toy which now rested on her abdomen, the tip of the shaft reaching halfway up her belly. She sat up slightly, and looked herself over, blushing at how natural it looked, save for the colorful starburst on the right side of her synthetic balls. She began to stand up, considering humping her pillow in spite of the indignity of the act, when the whole thing fell out, the inner tip flicking across her clit as it did so.

“OOH!” she gasped, as she fell back onto the bed. A second later she regained her composure and picked the toy back up. “Right, I didn't fasten it in place.”

As she looked back to the box, however, she realized that there were no straps or belts of any kind. The only thing that came with the toy was a small booklet. She flipped through it and found that the toy was enchanted and that the book contained instructions for a simple spell that would activate and deactivate it. Expecting it to affix to her crotch and vibrate splendidly, Twilight eagerly reinserted the toy and cast the spell.

At first she felt a sensation like tugging at her vulva which spread up through her body to her navel and then abruptly stopped. Disappointed that the toy hadn't begun to stimulate her on it's own, she settled for testing the toy's grip on her. She gave the shaft a firm tug using her magic and was rewarded with an intense, alien sensation just as strong and unexpected as the sudden clit-tease she had received only a couple minutes earlier.

“HAH-AH! Nuh, huh, what… was that?!” she asked no one in particular as she looked back down at her new toy, which she was shocked to see twitch. She blinked, and it twitched again. She touched the tip very gently with her hoof, which sent a pleasant tingle through her hips and elicited another twitch. She ran the tip of her hoof lightly along the length of the underside from the base to the tip. Stronger tingles went all the way up her back and the toy positively throbbed.

“OK, that's enough experimentation!”

Twilight recast the spell and the toy came away easily as she tugged it (more carefully this time) with her magic. A soft, wet noise came from her pussy as it left her, and she resisted the sudden urge to immediately penetrate herself with it again. Determined to understand what had just happened, she cast a suite of spells meant to reveal standing enchantments and lingering spell effects. She discovered a trigger spell, an adhesive charm and a complex set of intertwined illusions and transfiguration spells designed to help the toy provide a realistic experience.

Very, very realistic, Twilight reflected with uncertainty. Initially, she had calmed down and lost interest after her little scare, but having uncovered the cause of the magical phenomenon she had experienced, she was again curious and aroused by the prospect of what the toy could do. The room was dark and quiet, but an intense battle waged in her mind.

I can't do this it's… weird! It's pervy and – and weird. Although, it's easy to say something is weird just because it's new. Initial impressions aren't sufficient to formulate an opinion. This is unnatural though, it's just a trick, not a real experience. It's just a spell telling me I'm feeling something. And yet, I've wondered what it must be like for a stallion. This could be my best bet at approximating that. Even if the source of the stimulation is a tactile illusion, the perception itself is real enough.

Tentatively, Twilight laid back once more and guided the toy's root back to her marehood. Spreading herself with her hooves, she magically slid it inside and cast the spell a third time. As the feeling of the spell taking effect subsided again, she began to apply pressure to the shaft with her magic, creating a circle of magical aura which slowly worked its way up and down the length. The sensation was incredible; she began to feel light-headed as she worked the cock faster, instinctively changing the rhythm to give extra attention to the sweet spot just below the tip.

Twilight had no concept of time passing, where she was or even what she was doing anymore. Nothing registered other than the building need for release from somewhere she couldn't pinpoint in her body. Her hips bucked on the bed, her horn actually felt hot as she feverishly pumped her cock with magic, her hooves had wandered between her thighs and were massaging her balls just roughly enough to hurt slightly. She panted and moaned until her throat felt dry, she couldn't see because her eyes refused to open and the muscles in her abdomen felt sore, but she liked it. Suddenly Twilight heard herself cry out and felt herself tense up. It was as though lightning raced up her legs into her hips and tore through her upper body.

About a minute later, Twilight remembered that she was, in fact, still alive and not floating on a cloud of pure bliss, at least not anymore. She sat up slightly and was surprised to see that she had actually ejaculated, in spite of having no idea where it had come from. Before she could have a chance to figure this out, she realized that she had no idea what time it was.

“Oh no, I'm supposed to meet Pinkie at the café! What time is it?!”

She quickly cast the spell again, stuffed her new and old toy into the unmarked box which she unceremoniously shoved under bed and hurried to the bathroom to clean up. As she rushed out of the library to make her way to the café she wondered whether or not Spike had heard anything unusual from downstairs.

I need to talk to him when I get back and figure out if he heard anything. Come to think of it… I need to figure out who sent me that toy so I can thank them properly.

Author's Note

Haha, whoops! Looks like we're starting off with pseudo futanari. I promise, as the story continues and we get some longer chapters mixed in the story will take off and we'll get some interesting character interaction.