The Original Lethal Version
Author's Note
I wrote this as a guest chapter for the 1000 Ways to Die: Equestrian Edition, but publication never came to pass due to the author undergoing some personal matters and taking extended leave. Don't expect much out of this other than the unusual.
The Original Lethal Version
A weary Blossomforth entered her house, mouth gaping in a tired yawn. It was late in the evening and she had finished a long, exhausting day at work, which included busting clouds and a side of managing the organized chaos that was her boss’s paperwork.
Normally she wouldn’t be too exhausted at the end of day, but work was a little more stressful this time around. Blossomforth was paired up with Derpy, who’s accident prone nature tended to make her more burdensome than helpful. That, plus clearing the skies over the construction site of the upcoming Burger Princess, was an accident waiting to happen.
And an accident it was, a spectacular one at that. Long story short, the shop’s opening would be delayed another few weeks and a number of the crew, including the foremare Ambrosia, were going to be bedridden with various injuries for just as long.
Dealing with the aftermath of that debacle was tiresome for Blossomforth, but thankfully the day had ended and she was on the doorstep of her home, a quiet, relaxing night with a certain fillyfriend of hers right beyond that door. Blossomforth entered and her way to the kitchen, depositing her lunchbox on the counter.
She called out to her lover. “Cloudy, I’m home!” Nopony answered. “Cloud?” Odd. Cloud was off today, so she shouldn’t be anywhere. Maybe an emergency popped up and Cloud had to leave? If that was the case, it was going to be a lonely night.
With that in mind, Blossomforth dismally made her way to the bedroom. She flicked the light on and walked inside. That’s when something caught her eye. It was a package. A small one, adorned with a thin yellow ribbon and a folded note, lying on the bed. Blossomforth took the folded magenta paper and opened it.
Blossom,
Sorry I won’t be home when you get back. Had to make an emergency trip to Canterlot. Here’s something I was saving for your birthday to make up for tonight. Use it well. And enjoy!
Cloud
A disappointed sigh escaped the ivory pegasus' lips. That explained a lot. Hopefully whatever situation required Cloud wasn't too serious. In the meantime, Blossomforth had a gift from her fillyfriend to open up. She did just that, eagerly untying the bow and tearing away at the cheap wrapping paper. A blush quickly bloomed over the pegasus’ cheeks once she saw what was inside.
It was a chrome rod, nine inches in length with a bulbed tip on one end and a couple of buttons close to the other. Cloud sure had her ways of expressing love. They were often suggestive and may have not been appropriate--scratch that, when were they ever appropriate?--but the message was all the same.
This time, Blossomforth got the message in the form of a futuristic phallus.
Initially, Blossomforth was reluctant to use it. She was uncomfortable with the idea of inserting things… down there… except for a hoof tip or a tongue. She had planned to relieve her pent up stress with her fillyfriend after long day at work doing such things. However, unfortunately, Cloud was not available and the same roads to self-pleasure Blossomforth had taken before on lonely nights such as this had become bland as of late, leaving her with the remaining option gripped in her hoof.
“Well, there’s always a first time for everything.” Blossomforth conceded with a shrug. She climbed onto the bed and got into position, laying on her back and spreading her wings and rear legs. She at first caressed the sensitive areas of body, lightly rubbing at her chest, then her abdomen, and further down to her teats. Eventually reaching her nethers, Blossomforth paid special attention to them, applying gentle pressure to nub and rolling it around.
It took a few minutes of diddling, but the ivory pegasus soon aroused herself enough to where she could insert the dildo comfortably and with little effort. She pumped it in and out at a steady pace and it felt amazing. Blossomforth moaned and felt her leg twitch, which batted the note off the bed. The note landed backside up, revealing more to the message.
P.S. Just so that you know, that isn’t a dildo; it’s a high-tech tool Turner made. I know how much you love to tinker. So don’t go and stick it where it doesn’t need to be stuck, okay?
Blossomforth, however, was too engrossed with the pleasure wracking her body to even take notice of the discarded piece of paper.
That would be a fatal mistake.
She hissed and groaned, feeling her walls sporadically clench around the phallus and send warm tingles up her spine. Why hadn’t she tried this before? It felt good. Really good. For a moment, Blossomforth regretted the times she denied to do this sort of thing. Like the time Cloud wanted to test the vibrating egg Lyra made. She made a mental note to be more open-minded on such things.
Time passed for the ivory pegasus. Eventually Blossomforth could feel herself on the precipice of climax, although in desperate need of a little more 'umf' for that last push over the edge. In the midst of racking pleasure, she remembered there were buttons on her new (and favorite) toy, and proceeded to blindly fumble around the clean end of the dildo as she kept pumping the thing in and out of her. She scored and pressed the lower of the two buttons.
Blossomforth immediately felt an immense, searing hot pain throughout that sent her body into convulsions. Her moans of ecstasy turned into screams of agony as the tool inside the watermelon-maned pegasus continuously shot volts of electricity into her.
Blossomforth was soon dead, the electric discharge inducing cardiac arrest and thus her untimely demise.
Cloud Kicker would return home in the wee hours of the morning, never expecting the shocking scene inside her bedroom.
The Alternate Extended Sexier and Non-Lethal Version
Author's Note
Now for exactly what is says on the tin!
The Alternate Extended Sexier and Non-Lethal Version
A weary Blossomforth entered her house, mouth gaping in a tired yawn. It was late in the evening and she had finished a long, exhausting day at work, which included busting clouds and a side of managing the organized chaos that was her boss’s paperwork.
Normally she wouldn’t be too exhausted at the end of day, but work was a little more stressful this time around. Blossomforth was paired up with Derpy, who’s accident prone nature tended to make her more burdensome than helpful. That, plus clearing the skies over the construction site of the upcoming Burger Princess, was an accident waiting to happen.
And an accident it was, a spectacular one at that. Long story short, the shop’s opening would be delayed another few weeks and a number of the crew, including the foremare Ambrosia, were going to be bedridden with various injuries for just as long.
Dealing with the aftermath of that debacle was tiresome for Blossomforth, but thankfully the day had ended and she was on the doorstep of her home, a quiet, relaxing night with a certain fillyfriend of hers right beyond that door. Blossomforth entered and her way to the kitchen, depositing her lunchbox on the counter.
She called out to her lover. “Cloudy, I’m home!” Nopony answered. “Cloud?” Odd. Cloud was off today, so she shouldn’t be anywhere. Maybe an emergency popped up and Cloud had to leave? If that was the case, it was going to be a lonely night.
With that in mind, Blossomforth dismally made her way to the bedroom. She flicked the light on and walked inside. That’s when something caught her eye. It was a package. A small one, adorned with a thin yellow ribbon and a folded note, lying on the bed. Blossomforth took the folded magenta paper and opened it.
Blossom,
Sorry I won’t be home when you get back. Something urgent came up. Here’s something I was saving for your birthday to make up for tonight. Use it well. And enjoy!
Cloud
A disappointed sigh escaped the ivory pegasus' lips. That explained a lot. Hopefully whatever situation required Cloud wasn't too serious. In the meantime, Blossomforth had a gift from her fillyfriend to open up. She did just that, eagerly untying the bow and tearing away at the cheap wrapping paper. A blush quickly bloomed over the pegasus’ cheeks once she saw what was inside.
It was a chrome rod, nine inches in length with a bulbed tip on one end and a couple of buttons close to the other. Cloud sure had her ways of expressing love. They were often suggestive and may have not been appropriate--scratch that, when were they ever appropriate?--but the message was all the same.
This time, Blossomforth got the message in the form of a futuristic phallus.
Initially, Blossomforth was reluctant to use it. She was uncomfortable with the idea of inserting things… down there… except for a hoof tip or a tongue. She had planned to relieve her pent up stress with her fillyfriend after long day at work doing such things. However, unfortunately, Cloud was not available and the same roads to self-pleasure Blossomforth had taken before on lonely nights such as this had become bland as of late, leaving her with the remaining option gripped in her hoof.
“Well, there’s always a first time for everything.” Blossomforth conceded with a shrug. She climbed onto the bed and got into position, laying on her back and spreading her wings and rear legs. She at first caressed the sensitive areas of body, lightly rubbing at her chest, then her abdomen, and further down to her teats. Eventually reaching her nethers, Blossomforth paid special attention to them, applying gentle pressure to nub and rolling it around.
It took a few minutes of diddling, but the ivory pegasus soon aroused herself enough to where she could insert the dildo comfortably and with little effort. She pumped it in and out at a steady pace and it felt amazing. Blossomforth moaned and felt her leg twitch, which batted the note off the bed. The note landed backside up, revealing more to the message. Blossomforth, however, was too engrossed with the pleasure wracking her body to even take notice of the discarded piece of paper.
She hissed and groaned, feeling her walls sporadically clench around the phallus and send warm tingles up her spine. Why hadn’t she tried this before? It felt good. Really good. For a moment, Blossomforth regretted the times she denied to do this sort of thing. Like the time Cloud wanted to test the vibrating egg Lyra made. She made a mental note to be more open-minded on such things.
Time passed for the ivory pegasus. Eventually Blossomforth could feel herself on the precipice of climax, although in desperate need of a little more 'umf' for that last push over the edge. In the midst of racking pleasure, she remembered there were buttons on her new (and favorite) toy, and proceeded to blindly fumble around the clean end of the dildo as she kept pumping the thing in and out of her. She scored and pressed the lower of the two buttons.
Blossomforth immediately felt an immense vibration that sent intense tingles up and down her form, pleasurable tingles she never imagined could exist, yet did, and were just the very sensations needed to send the watermelon-maned mare over the edge. Blossomforth squeaked lewdly and arched her back as she felt her walls clench in rapid succession. Her hooves suddenly became covered in warm moisture and her body was encompassed by an overall blissful, fulfilling sensation that lasted for several wonderful seconds.
The orgasm ended, and the mare collapsed flat onto the bed once more. A dazed Blossomforth let out a pleased "mmm" once she felt herself basking in the afterglow. That was amazing, she thought before drifting off to sleep.
Morning had arrived, and Blossomforth was in a much happier, easygoing mood than usual for reasons most obvious. She was at the kitchen table, eating a breakfast of milk, cereal, and an apple when Cloud returned.
"Hey, Blossom," the lavender pegasus greeted, pecking her now-even-happier fillyfriend on the cheek. "Sorry for last night. Turner showed up and dragged me into one of his wacky adventures again."
"Where did you go this time?"
"Some remote world where the sun screams all forty-two hours of the day. Never doing that again." Cloud grimaced at the unpleasant memory, but quickly regained her smile, a knowing hint to it. "Hopefully your night went better somehow?"
Blossomforth leaned slightly back in her chair, recalling blissful memories. "It went very well, Cloudy. The toy you left for me was amazing."
Cloud let out a mirthful giggle. "I figured you'd enjoy it. You do love those kinds of toys, after all."
"I guess I do now. I don't know why I felt so uncomfortable about using them before."
A moment of silence passed before Cloud spoke up, confused. "What do you mean? Since when did you never enjoy tinkering?"
"I'm talking about the dildo, Cloud."
"Um... what dildo?"
Blossomforth sat up and looked at her partner, equally confused. "The one in the package? On the bed?"
Seconds ticked by before the blonde mare figured out what she meant. Calmly, Cloud left the for the bedroom, then returned to the kitchen a few moments later, carrying Blossomforth's alleged dildo in her hoof. "Blossom, sweetie, this isn't a sex toy." She aimed the device at a small potted plant on the window sill. With the press of a button, the tip lit up purple and emitted a whirring sound. The ceramic pot shattered instantly, a scene that nearly sent Blossomforth out of her chair.
"Turner calls it a sonic modulator." Cloud looked at the device. A mischievous smile grew on her lips. "But I guess it's a sonic vibrator now."
