It was a beautiful day in the commune, as Celestia’s sun rose in the east. Brightray woke up early to get a head start on her weekend chores. She came from a large family, and lots of little children meant lots of work. She let out a yawn and hazily wandered into the kitchen. Her siblings crowded the house, some of them running rampantly. Living in this house her whole life, she hardly even noticed anymore. She didn’t eat breakfast, but some of her brothers and sisters did, so she started on the dishes.

There was a knock at the door. Brightray dried her hooves and went to answer it. When she opened the door, she was shocked to see her pastor, Corn Flake, standing in front of her.

“Oh, hello, sir,” she said, timidly, “Come in and make yourself comfortable. I’ll go get my parents.”

“Actually,” he replied, “I would like to talk to you. Is there a room where we can speak privately?”

Her mind raced as she tried to calculate how many of her recent transgressions had happened outside her own mind. She honestly wasn’t sure. She gulped and led him to the back porch, which was not only a secluded place to talk, but also was an open space which offered her multiple escape routes if things got ugly. She wasn’t sure running away would accomplish anything, but it was a comforting thought nonetheless.

“Now,” said Corn Flake, “let’s talk about your friend Hoofbeats.”

Brightray clenched her jaw.

He continued, “You and she were seen walking together in the farmers’ market the other day. I assume you must be friends from school.”

“We’re acquaintances,” There was no point in denying so little so early on.

“A shame what happened to her, isn’t it? I’d hate for her to lead you down the same path of darkness. However, it does put you in a convenient position to help me with something. You see, Hoofbeats had approached me some time ago regarding a troubling business venture.”

“I’m not sure I follow,” questioned Brightray.

“You must understand, my dear, that as a religious leader it is my duty to protect the community from harmful influences. I believe she could very well become a problem in the near future. I want you to find out what she’s up to and report back to me so we can put a stop to it.”

She responded, “I’m sure it’s benign at the worst. It seems to me that the power of Celestia is enough to withstand the perversions of a single mare.”

Corn Flake feigned a sigh, “Your faith is admirable, but not all of Celestia’s children are so strong. Remove the bad apples, lest they spoil the bunch.”

Brightray nodded in acknowledgement. She knew she must obey the edicts of the church, lest her immortal soul be tainted. She shortly headed off to Hoofbeats’ house to begin her mission.

Back at la casa de kielbasa, Hoofbeats greeted her with a friendly pat on the back.

“I’m glad you came. I’ve got to show you what I picked up.”

She brought something out of her room and passed it over to Brightray.

Brightray was puzzled. “Is this a jawbone? Why is it shaking?”

Hoofbeats answered, “It’s trying to reassemble with the rest of the Timberwolf.”

“What in Tartarus? Why do you have this!?”

“You know how it is, you live by the dick, you die by the dick. The point is, imagine this,” she stared wide-eyed into hers, “but in your vagina.”

Brightray shuddered and dropped the jaw. “That’s disgusting!”

This was met with an apathetic shrug. “Maybe it is now, but I can process this into my merchandise. I’m just thinking it might make a good signature product, and I’ve got some time before my rubber shipment comes in so I’m free to experiment a little. Just remember, anything is a dildo if you’re brave enough.”

Brightray was even more confused. “Why do you need this? Can’t you just get unicorn enchantments?”

“Well, for one thing, I’m just dead tired of the unicorns stealing all our manufacturing jobs. Secondly, this should make a longer lasting product, because the spellforms of equine enchantments are degraded by the flow of the planet’s natural thaumosphere.”

“What?”

Hoofbeats rolled her eyes and spoke slowly, “Unicorn magic wears off. Didn’t they teach you this in school?”

“Actually, my parents signed a waiver saying I didn’t have to take Magical Science because it contradicts the teachings of Celestia,” she recited.

“Well this will last as long as the Timberwolf is alive, which should be several years. My friend, imagine the possibilities with this thing! Help me grind it into sawdust and we can mess around with it together and see what we can make.”

They used a belt sander to grind the wood. They sieved and reprocessed it until it was a fine dust. Carefully, they did their best to collect the shaking powder into a mason jar and sealed the lid. The jar trembled in their hooves, and they wrapped it in a towel and set it aside.

Over the next couple days, the pair worked to process a small amount of rubber and mix the sawdust into it. They found that the mixture would not hold its shape, as the extra ingredient made the material crumbly, with the additional obstacle of the constant shaking. Instead of shaping it by hoof as usual, Hoofbeats made a plaster mold for the toy. She decided a mold would probably be best for all her products from now on, which was a little disappointing. She enjoyed the sculpting the most and it let her give each penis a life of its own through its beautiful little abnormalities. However, for marketing purposes it was important for the product to have uniformity and be quick to make. She comforted herself with the fact that the demand for creative control would keep giving her ideas for new models.

Once the test model was dry, Hoofbeats gently filed away the seam from the mold and smoothed the shaft.

It was an alluring specimen. The surface did not have the same wrinkles and veins that a hoof-molded one would, but the shape was a more minimalist cylinder which was slightly curved, giving it a sleek, futuristic appearance. What would have been the default white rubber had been discolored into a medium brown color, and had almost a particle board look to it. The new material felt firm and hard, more so than the virgin rubber. They could see it shiver with anticipation. Hoofbeats pressed it to her face to feel the dynamic wriggling and buzzing.

“Mmmmm…” she moaned lightly, “That’s some good shit, if I do say so myself.”

She passed it to Brightray, who fondled it between her hooves. She lifted her head and her eyes met her friend’s.

“Now we just need to test it.”

Author's Note

BOOM! New chapter!