The "Princess"

I really feck this up, haven’t I? I thought as I laid there, strewn out upon the floor of Celestia’s bedroom. My tears having finally stopped, I stared blankly at the ceiling above me. I felt horribly and I looked a wreck, despite the fact that Celestia had cleaned me up after my tumble into the brook. My hair was disheveled, my make-up was ruined, my face was tear stained, and my eyes were bloodshot.

Celestia had yet to return from wherever she had gone to escape from me, and I was fairly certain she would remain gone for as long as I was in her room. She was probably hiding somewhere, waiting for me to leave instead of kicking me out, and personally, I didn’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to deal with me either.

I continued to stare at the ceiling a little while longer before finally closing my eyes and sighing heavily. Pushing myself up into a seated position, I waited for a few seconds for my head to clear before getting to my feet. I swayed slightly, my stomach twinging as I moved, but I managed to remain upright now that the room was no longer spinning beneath me.

Taking several shaky steps forward, I sighed again before making my way carefully to the door of the room. It swung open when I pushed on it, and I stumbled out into the hall and sagged against the wall. It took me a few seconds to get my bearing, but when I did, I turned and headed off down the hall in the direction of Twilight’s room, using the wall for support.

The journey to her room was short, as it was in the same wing as Celestia’s. Despite the briefness however, I had to pass a couple of maids on my way there. They ignored me for the most part, one or two giving me a concerned look as I passed, but no one stopped me.

Upon entering the room, I struggled to pull off my dress before proceeding to toss it onto the floor in a crumpled heap. Stepping over it, I moved towards the bed, which had my regular clothing strewn out across it. I paused though, before turning around and gingerly picking the dress back up. Folding it as best I could, I slipped it back into its original bag before dressing myself again. I had to sit on the edge of the bed in order to get my socks on, as I was still a little lightheaded. Pulling them up to my thighs, I rested my hands in my lap for a second before exhaling loudly.

“Well, no point in me stayin’ around ‘ere any longer,” I sighed as I stood up again. Pulling on my sweater, I undid the bun in my hair and gave my head a good shake in order to get my hair back to normal. I slipped into the bathroom quickly to remove the smeared makeup, as well as clean myself up as best as possible. With that done, I exited the bathroom, picked up my backpack and the bag containing my dress, and headed for the door.

I was able to make my way through the halls with little trouble. The maids left me alone and most of the guards knew me already, so they didn’t stop me to ask questions. I would usually stop and chat with a few of them on occasion, if I had a few minutes to spare. However, at the moment I just wanted to get as far from this place as possible.

Taking the steps of the main stairwell two at a time, I descended into the great hall of the palace. Several batponies patrolled the area, more relaxed than their daytime counterparts. Their presence probably meant that Lunar Court was getting ready to start. Seeing the throne room doors ajar, I played around with the idea of stopping in to say ‘hi’ to Luna, but decided against it. I wasn’t in the best mood at the moment, and didn’t want to relive the past three hours of my life. Especially if there were any nobles around at the moment. I’d have to remember to send her a letter about it later, when I was feeling better. Pushing aside the cringe-worthy memories that were slowly bubbling to the surface, I made my way towards the main door instead.

The cool night air washed over me as I stepped through the main gate, gently tugging on my clothes and hair. I closed my eyes and sighed, enjoying the feeling. It was calming, and I could feel myself beginning to relax as the soft scent of the night filled my nose. The feeling of uneasy slowly shifted into one of melancholy instead, and with a depressed sigh, I continued on my way.

Lifting the dress bag over my shoulder, I set off at a lethargic pace, heading in the direction of the train station. Though I did want to get out of Canterlot as soon as possible, I just couldn’t work up the energy to go any faster. Besides, I doubted that Celestia would be looking for me, so why rush? Even if she did come after me, what was she going to tell that hadn’t already been said? I had made a fool out of myself, fumbled through all of Celestia’s attempts to start a conversation, and ended the date on a sour note. And the worst part was I knew that I could have done better.

Fighting back a fresh wave of tears, I wiped my eyes with my free arm before increasing my pace. Unlike earlier, the streets were now completely devoid of ponies. The buildings were dark as well, the inhabitants probably asleep at this late hour. I didn’t know what time it was, but if I had to hazard a guess, it was probably sometime past midnight. The only light I had was the moon above me, and the streetlights that dotted the sidewalk, creating little patches of light every few feet.

As I reached the end of the street, I glanced back at the palace in the distance. Luna’s banners dangled from the parapets, just as Celestia’s had been during the daytime. The white buildings and towers were illuminated softly by floodlights, and I could just barely make out the tiny pinpricks of the castle’s windows lit from the inside. One of them was probably Celestia’s room. I wondered if she had come back yet or not. I had been gone long enough, so she had probably returned only to find an empty room with…

My eyes widened and a blush spread across my face as I realized with growing disgust that I hadn’t cleaned up the puddle of vomit before leaving. It was still there, setting itself into Celestia’s carpet. Great, something else she was gonna remember me for. Well, too late to deal with that now.

Sighing, I turned and set my sights on the train station just barely visible down the street. I took a step—

“WHAT DID YOU DO!?”

—only to stumble as the ground beneath me shook slightly, accompanied by the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance.

“What the…?” I breathed, glancing around in confusion. Nothing appeared to be amiss, and the ground had stopped shaking almost immediately. Perhaps it had been my imagination. My mind was pretty distracted at the moment, what with the events of the evening. Plus, I was getting a tired. Shaking my head to clear it, I continued towards the train station.

A small smile touched my lips when the train station came into view. It faded quickly however, as I approached the main door. A large sign taped to the door proclaimed that the station was closed for the evening. The timetable posted beneath listed that the next train wouldn’t leave until sunrise.

How long until…? I began to think, but paused as the clock tower began to chime. Once. Closing my eyes, I placed a hand over my face and groaned softly. Five and a half hours until I could get a train back to Ponyville.

“Great,” I grumbled, pulling my hand down my face. Glaring at the sign for a few seconds, I then sighed and shook my head. “Guess I’m takin’ the long way back.”

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The “long way back” was a mountain pass that ponies used to use way back in the day. It starts in Canterlot and wraps its way around the mountain until it comes to rest at the shores of Saddle Lake. It fell out of use when the train was invented, allowing for faster, safer transportation. The only reason I knew about it was because Twilight had shown me it one time when the train had been down due to a hazard on the tracks. Having to get back to Ponyville for a meeting with Cheerilee, Twilight had opted to use the path. It had been difficult for her, the rocky terrain being treacherous for ponies and their hooves. For me however, the mountain pass was almost the same as hunting for fairy hills with my sisters back home when we were young. Even now as I looked down at the twisting, winding trail, a sad smile touched my lips at the memories.

Stepping carefully, I began the descent. Moonlight illuminated the ground beneath my feet, allowing me to see roots and rocks that might trip me up and cause me to tumble down the mountain. Not that it would be a bad fall; the path wasn’t as steep as some of those I had climbed back home. I had been down this path several times before too. With my motion sickness, I usually chose this path if I wasn’t in a hurry. No chance of throwing up and I had a nice view on the way down.

The path was slightly different in the nighttime than it had been in the day. A plethora of nocturnal flowers clung to the rock face, the blue and purple petals spread wide in the moonlight. A small swarm of glittering moths fluttered about, drifting lazily upon the soft breeze.

I hummed softly as I walked, a wordless tune that my aunt used to use to get us to go to sleep. The rocks crunch beneath my feet, and I was suddenly thankful that my sneakers were still in good condition, otherwise this trip would be painful. It wasn’t a fast way down the mountain. It took four hours to get from Canterlot to Saddle Lake, than another half hour to get to Ponyville. Compared to the train’s two hours, this way was slow, but It was currently my only way to get back home. Besides, I liked walking at night, the millions of stars twinkling happily above me. No sun meant no sunburns.

The minutes blurred together as I continued down the mountain, still humming to myself. I was in no real hurry; there was nothing left for me above and nothing waiting for me below. Right now it was just me, the mountain, and my thoughts.

I was about halfway down the mountain side when the faint sound of music reached my ears. Rounding a bend in the path, a small wooden hut came into view. Built on the side of the dropoff, it tettered and swayed precariously. Half the building was supported by wooden beams stuck into the side of the cliff below it.

Sitting on the porch of the hut, rocking back and forth while plucking a banjo without a care in the world, was an old goat. His brown fur was spotted with so much white that it was practically the color now. A pair of thick-lensed glasses rested on his face, the fogged lenses obscuring his eyes. He yodeled along with the tune he was plucking, “Diddi diddi diddi diddi doddi diddi diddi do!”

As I drew nearer, the goat paused in his plucking and glanced over at me. A large smile split his face.

“Well, hey there, monkey girl!” he cried out in a singsong voice.

“Hi, Carl,” I called back halfheartedly, giving him a small wave. “Long time no see.”

“Did ya come all the way back up here just to visit with little ol’ me?” Carl asked as I stopped in front of the porch. “Quite a climb for just a casual visit.”

“I’m actually heading down, Carl,” I corrected.

“Oh, well that’s different,” he said, idly plucking a string. “Much easier going down than going up. Horns get long enough and you can just roll down the mountain with ease!”

“I don’t have horns, Carl. You know that,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Nope, but I do!” he cackled, tapping one of his horns. They were long enough that the tips of them were practically touching the floor.

“Come on, Carl,” I huffed, shaking my head. “I know they’re fake.”

Carl harrumphed and plucked a quick tune on the banjo.

“Spoilsport,” he grumbled.

“Sorry,” I sighed. “I’m… I’m not in the mood for games, Carl. It’s been a long night.”

The annoyed look on the old goat’s face was replaced by a look of concern. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really. I just want to get home and forget about it.”

“I won’t hold you up then,” he said, starting to rock in his chair again. “Be careful on the way down, Nora.”

Giving the old goat a wave goodbye, I continued down the path.

“Come back when you’re feeling better!” he shouted after me as I went. “I miss my singing partner!”

I raised my hand to indicate I heard him, but kept on walking.

The rest of the journey down was uneventful, but I managed to make it in decent time. The moon was just beginning to dip under the horizon when Ponyville came into view. The town was quiet, everyone still asleep in their beds. One or two lights were on from an overnight shift or an earlier riser, but other than that the town was mostly dark. There was only one real lamp post, and it was located in the center of town.

Dragging my feet, I shuffled down the street, swaying slightly as I walked. It had been a long night, and I was tired. Luckily, though, I was almost home, and would be able to rest soon.

A odd shape resting against the side of a nearby building caught my tired eye. Upon getting closer, I realized that it was the local beggar, a donkey by the name of Ed. He was curled up inside of a worn but usable blanket, his ears drooping as he slept.

Seeing him sleeping there gave me an idea, and I reached into my backpack as I drew nearer. After fumbling around with the cluttered contents for a moment, I pulled out a small bag containing the bits I was going to use to pay for Celestia’s dinner, which I had completely forgotten to do. I winced before closing my eyes and shaking my head. It didn’t matter now. It was already done, and no amount of self-pity or grief would change that.

Approaching Ed, I placed the bag of bits down beside him quietly before straightening up. If anything, they could at least be used to buy someone some food, even if it hadn’t been the original target. With that, I headed off towards the center of town.

Rounding the corner of the street, I paused as the library suddenly came into view. The light was on in one of the windows of the upper floor, and it took my tired mind a few seconds to realize that it belonged to Twilight’s bedroom.

Pulling another all-nighter again, Twilight, I thought as I eyed the lit window. Hopefully she isn’t too tired for her meeting with the mayor. I stared at the window for a little bit longer before a jaw-cracking yawn sent me on my way.

As I made my way down the street, heading in the direction of Whitetail Woods, I walked by several residential houses. The lights were on in one of them, and upon glancing in the window as I passed, I saw why. Derpy, the local mailmare, was up and about, getting ready for her mailrun. She was chomping happily away on a muffin, a large crumb-crusted smile on her face. We never talked much, seeing as I didn’t get much mail. In fact, I think the only mail I ever got was usually delivered by a guard because it was either a summons from the Princesses, or something related to my work visa.

My gaff, if you could call it that, was on the edge of town, one of the few that dotted the countryside of the outskirts of town. It was a small, homely building that consisted of a living room with fireplace that was used to heat the entire place, a small kitchen-dining room combo, a bathroom, and a master bedroom. It had a covered porch, that had what looked like a storm shelter built beneath it. The whole thing was rather small, but I still loved it nonetheless. It was mine. I had bought it with my money, having had to live with Twilight for a couple of months until I had saved up enough. It was my first major purchase, and I couldn't have been happier with it.

I climbed up the steps of the porch, sighing happily as the soft crack of shifting wood reached my ears. Unlocking the door, I used my shoulder to push it open, having to use some force to unstick the aged door. Once I was inside, it was a simple matter of shutting the door and sliding the deadbolt into place. With that, I was home.

Unable to keep my eyes open any longer, I unceremoniously tossed my bags onto the nearby couch before shuffling my way across the living room and into my bedroom. Not even bothering to take off my clothes, I flopped face first onto my mattress with a groan. The sun was just beginning to poke itself up above the tree line as I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

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Placing the piece of caramel down on the small square of wax paper, I wrapped the candy before twisting the ends of the paper together. I double-checked to make sure that none of the caramel was exposed before putting in on the ever-growing pile beside me. Picking up another bit of caramel, I repeated the process in a mechanical fashion, my mind not completely on the task.

The kitchen of Sweet Tooth’s was quiet, the only noise being that of the faint sound of classical music coming from the main room. Bon Bon liked to have music playing during open hours, and it often made the day go by so much faster. Today’s selection came from the Canterlot Philharmonic, and featured a cello player that Bon Bon had gone to school with.

It was a slow day, only four ponies having come in to purchase something. While Bon Bon was tending to the store outfront, I had headed back to the kitchen in order to make some more candy. With the Running of the Leaves on its way, we needed to stock up. The Fall Festival was a perfect time for Bon Bon to clear her stock of all the summer and fall themed sweets and get ready for winter. She already had a new peppermint recipe she wanted to try.

As I worked, my mind wandered back to the events of last night, and I frowned. Looking back, I wasn’t sure why I had been so nervous around Celestia. True, I was kinda shy, but I had never been that bad before. Not even when I had asked my high school crush out during my last year of secondary school. Sure, I had stuttered then, but not like what had happened last night.

I can’t be that enamored by Celestia, can I? I thought as I tossed another wrapped piece of caramel on the pile. Slowly, the image of Celestia drifted into my mind and I began to daydream. Her flowing hair, the warmth in her eyes, the small smile that always graced her lips. I could see the way her hips shifted back and forth as she walked. Her tail would swish side to side, almost revealing her—

My eyes widened as my whole face heated up suddenly, a red blush dancing across my cheeks. I shook my head, mentally chastising myself in the process. Bad Nora! No daydreaming about nookie while at work! I reached for another piece of caramel to distract myself with, only for my hand to land on an empty tray. Blinking in surprise, I stared down at the plate.

I must be working faster than I thought, I mused as I picked up the tray. It usually takes me a little longer to wrap a full batch. Sighing heavily, I stood up from my seat, tray still in hand. I guess I better go get more—

I froze, my eyes widening in alarm as the smell of something burning reach my nose. Turning around, I caught sight of a pot on the stove’s range. Black smoke was billowing forth as the contents burned.

“Oh feck!” I yelped, dropping the tray with a loud clatter and hurrying to the stove. I grabbed the lid and placed it on the pot, stopping the smoke from filling the room. Picking up the pot by the handle, I removed it from the stove and placed it in a nearby sink. Once that was taken care off, I threw open the window above the sink in order to air out the room.

As the smoke slowly escaped through the window, the sound of running hooves came from the next room over. Bon Bon entered, an alarmed look on her face.

“Nora, what happened? You didn’t cut yourself again, did you?” she asked before sniffing the air. Her nose crinkled, and she winced. “Oh, I see.” Walking over to stand beside me, she looked down at the smoldering pot in the sink. She stared at it for a few seconds before sighing heavily. “You burned another batch of caramel, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said, sighing as well, “I burned another batch.”

“How badly?”

“Bad.”

“That’s the third one today, Nora,” Bon Bon huffed, turning to give me a disapproving look. “You know we sell a lot of caramel this time of year, especially with the Running of the Leaves coming up. We won’t have enough if you keep burning it.”

“I know,” I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck. “I got… distracted. Sorry.”

“I bet,” Bon Bon grumbled before her expression softened. “Are you okay, Nora? I know you like to daydream on occasion, but you’re usually more alert than this.”

“Some… stuff happened last night,” I said softly. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’m sorry it’s causing issues, Bonnie. I’ll clean up and get another batch cooking.”

Bon Bon gave me a concerned look before pursing her lips and sighing.

“Look, I’ll take care of this and get another batch going,” she said. “How about you go stock the front instead. I had several foals come through and now we need more salt water taffy and maple sugar candies from storage.”

“One or two?” I asked as I picked up the tray I had dropped.

“One case of salt water, two cases of maple sugar.”

“What kind?”

“Mixed for the taffy, but try and see if we can finish off the vanilla ones first,” Bon Bon said as she lifted the lid off the pot and peered inside. She grimaced before covering it again. “Might need a new pot too,” she muttered under her breath.

I placed the tray on the counter before untying the apron I was wearing and hanging it from a hook on the wall. Leaving Bon Bon to her cooking, I exited the kitchen and made my way towards the storage room door, which was on the wall adjacent to the counter. It was usually locked during work hours, but Bon Bon had given me a copy of the key during my third month working here. I kept it on a piece of twine that was wrapped around my neck like a necklace.

Fishing around in my shirt, I pulled the key out and inserted it into the lock. A twist and a ‘click’ later and the door swung open. Flicking on the lights as I entered, I began to search the shelves for the required treats.

“Taffy, taffy, taffy,” I muttered as I ran my finger over the labels on the boxes. “Ah, there yer are.” Pulling the box forward, I opened it up and peered inside. Taffies of various colors and sizes filled the box, and a pleasant aroma touched my nose as I look inside. Running my eyes over the colors, I frowned when I noticed the lack of white. I did a quick check of the surrounding boxes, but none of them were taffy.

“Hey, Bonnie!” I shouted, still holding the box of taffy.

“Yeah?” came the muffled reply from the kitchen.

“Are yer keepin’ the vanilla taffy in a different spot?”

“Not that I know of,” she shouted back. “Why?”

“Cause it’s not ‘ere!”

“Oh, we’re out then. Lyra must have come over yesterday and taken the last of it. Nevermind then!”

“Right,” I grunted as I turned back to the box. Pulling it from the shelf, I carried it out and placed it on the counter before returning for the boxes of maple candy. They were on a higher shelf, but I was able to get them down with little trouble. Placing it beside the taffy, I began to stock the counter.

Grabbing the bowl for the taffy first, I glanced inside. A few taffies rested at the bottom, and my eyes widened when I saw most of them were vanilla. It seems Lyra missed some, I thought as I dumped the bowl out. Filling it with the taffy from the box, I then placed the old taffy on top, making sure that the vanilla was clearly visible. I placed it back beside the cash register before closing up the box and taking it back to storage.

Next up was the maple sugar candies. Opening up the cabinet under the glass counter, I pulled out the empty candy trays and dumped the remaining crumbs into a nearby trash can. Once it was relatively clean, I opened up the maple candy boxes and began to place them on the tray. As I placed the candies on the trays, I quickly did the math in my head. Surprisingly enough, there was just enough candies in both boxes in order to fill all three trays. That was good on my part, as having left over cookies was a hassle the next time we went to stock. In order to avoid this, we usually gave away the leftovers as free treats for foals.

Placing the last of the candies onto the last tray, I began to put the trays back beneath the counter. The first two went in without a hitch, but as I picked up the last one, I fumbled with it. It slipped off the counter and tilted towards the floor. The candies began to spill off the tray.

Eyes widening in alarm, I moved quickly to try and catch the falling treats. Luckily, I managed to save all but three of them. Unluckily, Bon Bon took that exact moment to exit the kitchen.

“There, I have another batch cooking…” she trailed off as she caught sight of the dropped cookies. Closing her eyes, she exhaled softly and shook her head.

“Nora,” she sighed, “go home.”

“Bonnie, I’m sor—”

“I’m not mad, Nora,” she said, opening her eyes and giving me a weak smile. “You aren’t in trouble, okay? I promise.”

“I’m sorry, Bonnie,” I said as I bent down to pick up the ruined candy.

“They’re just sweets, Nora,” Bon Bon said, pushing the trash can towards me. “I can always make more.”

“Still, I just... I’m…”

“Nora, it’s fine,” she assured me. “I can tell you’re distracted. You’re out of it today, and I’m a little worried about you.”

I stood there, playing absentmindedly with the crumbling treats in my hand.

“Tell you what,” Bon Bon said, giving me a soft smile. “You originally took the day off but came in anyways. I don’t know what happened to make you change your mind, but seeing as it was the first day off you requested in nearly five months, I wouldn’t be mad if you used it anyways.”

“Really?” I asked, blinking in surprise.

“Really,” she said with a nod. “How about you go home and get some rest. Come back when you’re feeling better, okay? The treats will still be here tomorrow or the day after.”

“Are you sure?” I asked before blinking and looking down at the cookies in my hands. Tipping them into the trash can, I brushed my hands off on my maroon skirt.

“It’s been a slow day,” Bon Bon said with a roll of her eyes. “I’m sure I can run the store by myself for a couple of hours. Go home, Nora.”

“But—”

“Go home!” she said, stomping a hoof for emphasis, “and don’t come back until you feel better. I don’t want you getting hurt because you were distracted.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but a glare from Bon Bon caused me to change my mind.

“Alright,” I sighed. “If you’re sure.” Grabbing the empty boxes for the maple cookies, I began to break them down as I headed towards the kitchen. “I’ll just put these in the dumpster on my way out, okay?”

“That’s fine,” Bon Bon called as she moved behind the counter. “Be careful on your way home, Nora. The Crusaders are out and about today.”

I gave her a nod before ducking into the kitchen. Eyeing the new pot on the stove as I passed, I made my ways towards the back door that led into the alleyway behind the shop.

Just as I reached the door, I heard the bell at the front of the store chime, indicating that someone had just entered.

“Hello!” I heard Bon Bon chirped. “Welcome to Sweet Tooth’s. Can I help you?”

“Yes, actually,” the pony answered, although I could barely hear her. “I’m looking for Ms. O’M—”

The door closed behind me with a ‘click’ as I stepped outside. The warm fall air pulled at my clothing, and I took a deep breath before sighing. Turning to the dumpster, I opened the lid and tossed the flattened boxes inside. With that completed, I turned and headed home.

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My front door clicked shut behind me, and I made sure to lock it. Kicking off my shoes, I slowly walked further into the living room, my socked feet barely making a noise on the wooden floor. The wood gave way to carpet as I walked across the large rug in the center of the room, and I made sure to pick up my feet as I went. I had been shocked one too many times by static build-up from the rug.

Slipping into my bedroom, I closed that door as well before sighing. Bon Bon had been right. I did have a lot on my mind right now, but the reason I was so out of it wasn’t because of what was going on inside my head. It was because I was stressed as hell.

Luckily, I had a solution. Unluckily, it was an… awkward solution.

Walking to my bed, I got down on my hands and knees and reached under it. I struggled for a second before pulling a case out from underneath the bed. It was made out of wood and was plain in design. The word ‘EBONY’ was etched into the lid.

Sitting up, I placed the case in front of me and stared at it, my heart beating loudly in my chest. I could already feel my face beginning to flush and I chewed on my bottom lip as I continued to stare at the wooden chest before me.

After about a minute, I swallowed, a large amount of saliva having gathered in my mouth. Reaching out with a shaky hand, I unlatched the clasp on the case before flipping it open, reveal its contents in all its glory.

There, lying against the velvet-lined insides of the case, was a large… well, dildo.

The toy was shaped like a realistic stallion’s member, complete with medial ring, sheath and veins. It was black in color at the base and slowly changed to dark red towards the slightly flared head, with thin pink veins running over the entire thing.

I stared down at the toy, a deep blush now covering my face. I had broken down and bought it nearly six months ago from a Bad Stallions adult catalog. It was one of the more expensive models, and even came with a suction cup for mounting and a harness so that it could be used as a strap-on.

This thing, as weird as it was, was a life saver. It had helped me deal with stress for nearly half a year now, and it was still in good condition.

I could feel my body heating up as I picked up the toy and harness, an uncomfortable wetness beginning to grow between my legs.

Standing up, I placed the dildo down on my mattress before quickly taking off all of my clothes except my socks. I shivering slightly do to anticipation, as well as the cool air on my bare skin, before picking up the dildo again. Attaching the base of it to the harness, I then grabbed one of the pillows off my bed and slipped the harness around it. I tightened the straps as best I could before placing the pillow down upon the floor with the toy pointing upwards.

I stared at the swaying spire of rubber horse flesh for a few seconds before swallowing again and grabbing a small bottle of lube from within the wooden case. I uncapped the bottle and proceeded to poured a small dollop of the clear gel onto the head of the toy before capping the bottle again. Using my hand, I worked the lube into the head of the toy as best I could. Once I was satisfied it was good to go, I awkwardly positioned myself over the toy and, using my hand to help guide it, I lowered myself slowly down towards the tip.

I gasped as the head of the member brushed against my slit, the cool gel causing a shiver to run up my spine. Biting my lip, I moved my hips back and forth, gently grinding myself down upon the flared head. The ridges of the flare pulled and tugged on my folds, causing me to twitch and groan.

I continued to rub myself on the dildo’s tip until my arousal began to trickle down the rubber. Positioning the head at my entrance, I slowly began to push myself down upon it. For a few moments, all I could feel was pressure as the flare rubbed against me. Finally, something gave and I groaned as the toy sunk into my folds.

The first inch was the toughest. My lips spread and spread to accommodate the toy’s thickness. I crouched there for a brief moment, my legs spread around the pillow and my arm supporting my weight as I gave myself a chance to adjust to the size of the rubber member. Once I was comfortable, I began to lower myself again.

My eyelids fluttered as I felt the flare dragging against my inner walls as it slid deeper. Scrunching up my face, I gently rocked back and forth, working more and more of the toy into my sex. I could feel the ridges of the flare as well as the veins on the shaft, the odd sensations causing my arousal to grow and I felt the muscles in my vagina twitch in excitement. The pressure inside me continued to build with each new inch, a fullness slowly spreading through my stomach. I closed my eyes, breathing through my mouth as I tried to enjoy the feeling.

Suddenly, the pressure gave way to pain as I felt the head of the dildo bump against something. I gasped in surprise and my eyes snapped open. Shifting slightly, I began to lower myself again only to wince as pain flared up once more. A quick glanced downwards revealed that I had barely managed to reach a little past the medial ring. It seemed that I had taken as much as I could.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I closed my eyes again and concentrated on the feeling of the member inside of me. I rested for just a minute before beginning to lift myself up, my knees straining slightly. Slowly, the dildo slipped out of me and I hissed in pleasure as the flared head scraped against my confines.

When only the first inch was still inside, I paused before sliding back down. I slowly worked myself into a steady rhythm: up and down, up and down. The stimulation of the soft rubber sliding against my inner walls was causing pleasure to slowly begin to build up. I felt the medial ring entering and exiting my folds with each bounce, and my entire body shuddered at the sensation. My knees and leg muscles were beginning to burn, but I ignored them, focusing instead on the pleasure.

My pace slowly increased as I tried to make the strokes as long and deep as possible. Scrunching up my face, I closed my eyes and breathed through my mouth as I lost myself to the pleasure. Slowly, my hand trailed down my stomach and I began to play with my clit. I drew little circles around it with my fingertips before gently flicking it with one finger. All the while, I continued to bounce up and down upon the rubber stallionhood.

I tried to daydream—to imagine some sexy scenario as I worked myself over—but I was unable to. I had learn from my sisters during some of our sisterhood outings that they liked to fantasize as they mastrubated, but I never could. I prefered to concentrate on the pleasure, slowly working myself higher and higher until I peaked.

My breaths came in heavy gasps as I continued to rub my clit. The smell of my arousal and sweat was thick in the air, but I didn’t care. My legs screamed in protest as I started to speed up. The muscles in my stomach were twitching and fluttering as another type of pressure began to build up inside me.

“Ah feck,” I moaned as I jerked up and down upon the rubber member. “Ah feck, feck, feeeeeck.” The moan turned into a hiss, and I massaged my clit in quick, circular motions. Feeling myself nearing the edge, I increased my pace, rubbing and flicking my nub as I writhed and squirmed in pleasure.

“Eeeuff… I’m… so close…” I groaned. My breathing began to quicken, and I fought back my orgasm for as long as possible. However, the combined sensations of the dildo pounding away inside me as well as the attention I was giving my clit was too much. Pinching my clit between two fingers, I cried out in pleasure as I climaxed.

My entire body shook as waves of euphoria washed over me, and I pushed myself as far down the dildo as possible. I felt my inner walls gripping at the rubber member’s length as another spike of pleasure rushed up my spine. The room seemed to spin as I rode out my climax. My head lolled back, and I gasped for breath, my eyes unfocused. I was blind to the world around me as my body shook and twitched.

Finally I collapsed backwards onto the floor, the dildo still inside me. I just laid there, my chest heaving as I tried to regain my breath. As I slowly came back down to earth, I stared up at the ceiling above me. My legs hurt, my stomach was sore, and I could feel my arms trembling slightly.

After several minutes had past, I shaky pushed myself up, wincing as the dildo shifted about inside of me. Reaching down, I slowly began to pull it out, hissing in pleasure and discomfort as the head dragged against my now sensitive flesh. When it finally pulled free with a small ‘pop’, I tossed it and the pillow—which was now damp and smell of musk—aside before collapsing back onto the floor.

Lying there, spread-eagled, I stared blearily up at the ceiling again. I sighed softly, still feeling slightly light-headed. I was exhausted, and could feel myself slowly beginning to fall asleep. The last thought that entered my mind before I drifted off was, I’m definitely gonna be sore later...