Hoofbeats collapsed on her bed, mentally exhausted from the day’s excursion. She grimaced at how much she hated almost everypony she encountered that day. She eyed the still-unused blue dildo next to her and sighed as she took it in her hooves.

Hoofbeats had a funny relationship with the word “fuck”. She enjoyed swearing because it was a cathartic way to express herself and because it was off-putting to people she didn’t like. On the other hoof, she hated when it was used to describe lovemaking. To her, any sexual act (even a solo one) was meant to be a special, emotional experience. “Fuck” just sounded so abrupt and impersonal. However, what happened next could only be described as a fucking.

Her desire was very different from the delicate and narrative-based masturbation she had planned for Brightray. Mostly, she just wanted to pound away all the bad thoughts. She lay on her back and lowered the toy down to her muff. Without hesitation, she plunged it deep into herself until the rubber testicles pressed against her labia. She let out a quick gasp from the shock of taking in the full length at once. It hurt but she loved it. All the stress of the world’s judgement-- none of that mattered now. She closed her eyes and imagined all the horrible things she would do to her enemies as she pulled it out and thrusted down again.

The adrenaline from her raw, passionate hate filled her even more than the dildo, as she continued pumping harder and faster. It felt so good to release all her emotion like this. She imagined herself laughing as she trampled the faces of those who grovelled before her. But what really made her feel powerful, even more than physical sadism, was the notion of the prudes who mocked her being exposed in their hypocrisy when they bought her product and used it in secrecy to pleasure themselves.

“You don’t like masturbation, Corn Flake?” she thought, “Well, I’m going to jack off to you jacking off to me, just to spite you.”
Hoofbeats groaned in delectation at the idea of Corn Flake’s shame as he lost control of his impulses and forfeited all his values, because damn she is one sexy beast! At this moment, she was a sex goddess, punishing the unworthy by taunting them with her unattainable beauty. She glanced at the mirror across the room and pridefully whipped her hair back. She pictured her sex toy empire towering over his unsullied commune like a mighty penis ready to penetrate equine society in every area. Hoofbeats was unstoppable.

She reached down with her front left hoof and started massaging her clitoris with a vibrating motion. It took her a long time to master that technique. She assumed it would be easier for a unicorn or a pegasus. She wondered if maybe she could incorporate it into a design later. A deliciously sharp pleasure coursed through her veins, and a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead.

She was so close to finishing that her hooves trembled and clenched, but she dare not slow down or stop for anything. Her mind was high and her thoughts blurred together to form bizarre and surreal images. Still, she would not stop. She bit her lip, and finally her vulva squeezed tightly around the toy, and she let out a deep breath she had not realized she was holding in before collapsing on the bed.

She just lay there breathless for a minute, with the dildo still inside of her, watching her chest heaving up and down. There was a lingering tingle in her legs. After a while, she slowly removed the toy and rolled over. She felt exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied. Totally relaxed, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Author's Note

Fucking finally I uploaded this chapter. How many months has it been? Jesus Christ.
Anyway, here's your clop material. It was hard as hell to write, and life got in the way.

Edit: Rereading this much later, I realize I might be a little violent.