To love ones self.

by Fillyfooler

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Silver Spoon
Length: 1013

Silver Spoon Masturbating. No faolcon, she's 29 when this takes place

Silver Spoon Masturbating, inspired by a pic of Silver Spoon Masturbating by mynameis333456 whose 0n tumblr. No faolcon because I'm not sick like that. Yeah so it was written in 2 hours late at night.
She's 29 when this takes place, yeah have to say that.

Published 2012-03-09 23:44:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-03-18 15:57:41 UTC

A love of ones self.

A love of ones self.
By Fillyfooler
Warning this fic contain masturbation. As such it is R18. Also I own no rights to My little pony: Friendship is magic or any of it characters.This is small tip of the hat to all the single ladies out there. This contains dildos and masturbation so if you don't like it, don't read

'It hurts, it always hurts. Even through I've been doing this for over 5 years it still hurts' Sliver Spoon thought as she lowered her self on to the up-right dildo. She was 29, in the prime of her life and instead of out on the town, with a coltfriend or out with friends. She was in her apartment, lowering her self on to an artificial stallion member. She still remembered the day she got it, 5 years ago in a brightly lit store up in cantalot. “It's for beginners” The check-out girl had said, that part always replayed 'For beginners'.
'Ha' she had thought 'like I'll ever need another one, I'm just having a slow year' 5 years later and still she didn't have a coltfriend. Actually she didn't even have friends anymore, no pony ever talked to her, they didn't like her.

She was half-way to her threshold, were the pain became pleasure. Why did she put herself through this? Was the orgasm that great? 'No', she answered her self. 'No but it's the only pleasure I get'. She worked a monotones job in a boring place. Truly she didn't hate it, no pony bothered her, though they never noticed her. 'But back to the job at hoof' her mind thought 'What fantasy should we use today? Hmm I think the brown one to day' She smiled to her self 'Replaying to your own rhetorical questions is the second sign of madness' It was always the brown one, the brown pony who had said she was pretty, the one who looked in a rush, “Not enough time” He had said. She always wondered what he meant by that. 'It doesn't matter' She told herself, poking out her tongue slightly, imagining another tongue sliding against it, merging with it, playing with it. She pushed her self down more, forcing the plastic member deeper, it was starting to feel nice but still painful. 'Maybe my body's trying to tell me something' She mused 'Ha, yeah the filly who openly discriminated Fillyfoolers is really a secret one, that would sure shock somepony... No, no it wouldn't.' She let out a sad raspy sigh.

She looked down her belly, a bit “poofy” but not fat, towards the dildo. She contemplated it. It was small, not dramatically mind you, but small all the same, she could she the slight veins that were on either side. 'Hmm wonder if they really look like that?' She asked her mind. No answer, she had never seen a male erection? How pathetic was that. Blue, for some reason she had thought that blue was a good colour. She saw her own wetness glisten on the plastic, she reached down, wobbling as she did, it was always a balancing act she did. She touched it, slippery. She brought it up, touching her fur as she did, leaving small wet spots on her fur as she did. She approached her lips as her hoof raised, she was lowering herself more, pain was becoming pleasure. She stopped her hoof mere centimeters from her lips, 'What in the hay do you think your doing!' Her mind was screaming. But a more powerful thought was going through her head 'Taste it, taste yourself, test your resolve'. She brought her hoof to her mouth and tasted her self. It was nothing remarkable, it tasted sort of funny, like,like,like she couldn't describe it but it was strange.

The member was now deep enough to cause pleasure, she started to rock back and forth. No screaming, no panting, just slight rocking. It hit most of her pleasure points, it was nice, not fantastic, not spectacular just nice. The warm glow was there, waiting in the wings. She rocked faster, she wanted this over. She brought her self up and then pushed down. The warmth was growing. Flashes of her child hood flashed behind her eyes, 'Oh not this again'. The day she got her cutie mark, her first meeting with her best friend, Diamond Tiara, getting her first pair of glasses, teasing blank flanks, leaving school, entering high school, being scared, being bored with out Diamond. “STOP IT!!” She called out into the empty room, thrusting her self down. The heat flowed, freezing her, getting her to lie down. She didn't know if it was an orgasm, to her knowledge it was but she had her doubts.

Her eyes began to water, “Damn it” She said as she tried to stem the flow. It sometimes happened, just as side effect. She was lonely after all, did she care? She didn't know, she didn't think so. She sat up, the plastic member was just a nuisance now, to be put back into it's draw, it dug into her. She wasn't unfeeling, she wanted something, but what she wanted, she didn't know. She took the dildo out of her. Held it in front of her, contemplating it again, small but enough to get the job done. A sudden craving came over her, 'Do something spontaneous' her mind cooed. So she did, she licked it. She ran her tongue up and over the artificial head, tasting once again herself, it was still strange. She looked at her self, in a mirror. She sighed, went over to her dresser and place the blue dildo back were it went. She didn't even get excited when she went to get it now days. But still it was there, there to provide that warmth that so lacked in silver spoons life.

So it stayed, stayed to give pleasure. She turned back to her rumpled sheets and unkept bed. Sighing once again. It was one of those days again.

Fin