Twilight's Day at the Beach
With one final blow, Twilight emptied her lungs into the tight lipped plastic hole pinched lightly between her teeth. The skin in her hands swelled and tightened until she had no more life to give her toy. Lightning fast, she yanked the plastic from her mouth and shoved the attached plug into the hole. She held her light, bouncy creation out at arm's length. The rainbow of colored streaks clung to the plastic surface of her brand new beach ball.
With a pleased smirk, Twilight tossed the toy into the air, letting it hit her fist on the way down and springing it back airborne once more. This will be fun, she thought.
But be forewarned, she thought wrong.
Catching her wonderful beach ball, Twilight hopped to her feet and charged towards the ocean, the sweltering sun overhead scorched her fur in the most delightful way as the sweet salty sea breeze ran through her mane. Every inch of her body tingled with the excitement of summer. As she ran, Twilight tossed her ball into the air once more. The wind slowed it until she overtook it. Then she whipped around to catch her perfectly round ball.
This was a horrible mistake.
The ball slammed into her chest like a cannonball rather than a beach ball. The force, unlike any she had ever felt, knocked Twilight clear off her feet and sent the mare tumbling through the air several feet. After a flip, she crashed down into the gritty sand face first.
Twilight rolled onto her back and coughed.
"Swiggity swooty," a voice called out from close by. "I'm takin' that booty."
Twilight’s heart stopped in her chest. She raced around the empty beach with her eyes finding no one other than herself and her newly purchased ball.
"Who's there?" she asked timidly, but no one appeared. Not by magic, ninjutsu, or even an elaborate jump-up-from-the-sand reveal. She was just alone, like she had been since coming to the beach.
Suddenly the ball lunged from the crater it had made in the sand. It landed squarely on Twilight’s stomach, between her bikini bra and bottom. She spewed out any air in her lungs from the impact. It was as if her air-filled ball weighed as much as a fully grown stallion, and that stallion was jacked as shit and standing on top of her thin frame. "Get ready, bitch," the deep, reverberating voice called again, but this time the source was clear.
Twilight’s eyes widened when her beautiful rainbow-colored beach ball rotated on its own. Its once cute blow plug popped out from where she had pressed it, throbbing.
"This whole inch of throbbing soft plastic is your god now, slut."
"W-wha—" Twilight’s protest was silenced by the ball shoving its impossible weight into her face. The wretched smell of cheap sunbaked plastic flooded her nostrils. What moments ago had felt like a little nub now felt like a little nub that throbbed, but was still somehow choking her with its minuscule girth.
The ball thrust itself into Twilight’s mouth, growing its makeshift member millimeter by millimeter, though that may have been from the heat of the sun expanding the air inside it. Each advance into Twilight’s poor, ravaged mouth was like a baby prodding its freakish little fingers inside her. She nearly gagged at the thought.
"Choke on my cock, slut!" the ball bellowed.
Twilight managed to slip her head away between thrusts, coughing. The rubbery plastic plug caught her lip on the way out. She wasn’t bleeding, but damn did it hurt. Like, stubbing a toe, but not hard and it hurts for like two seconds. It was like that, but with a plastic plug violating a young adult mare’s mouth.
"Get those pants off. I wanna blow this load in that cunt!" the ball demanded.
"No!" Twilight refused. Her horn sparked, but the ball jumped, slamming her down into the searing hot sand once more. The magic faded, and Twilight whined.
"Take ‘em off!"
Twilight sniffled as her hands grabbed the edges of her underwear and pulled them down to her ankles. The ball bounced between her legs with a thud and pressed its plug to Twilight’s folds.
"Please, don’t!" she pleaded.
"Too late, bitch." The ball bumped against her once. "How does it feel to be filled with some real plastic?"
Twilight didn’t feel anything except for the grittiness of sand rubbing against her skin and the sharper parts of the plug pressed against her. It was not pleasant at all.
"It’s not very nice," she said glancing around the empty beach.
"Of course it’s ‘not very nice.’ I’m raping you!" The ball rocked back and forth, "thrusting" its still throbbing nub into Twilight, mostly making her wince in discomfort from the sand grinding against her sensitive flesh. But with one final push the ball’s plug popped open, blasting Twilight’s crotch with searing hot carbon dioxide and bits of sand. Grains slipped inside her, surely causing discomfort and a mess to clean.
The ball hopped on her chest, plastering her with more hot air and sand until it deflated entirely. Once it was a hollow husk, Twilight held it up between her fingers, on the verge of tears.
With a swift thrust, she pierced her once fun ball with her horn so it could never harm anyone ever again. She pulled up her bikini, and dumped the corpse in a garbage can as she headed home.
She didn’t report her sexual assault to the police once home. What would she even report? A beach ball raped her with its plug? That's absurd. Besides, she killed it and she wasn't going back to prison. Not for murdering her beach ball.
So Twilight spent the rest of her days cowering in a corner during beach season, unable to even look at beach balls without crumbling into a mess of tears. She even avoided swimsuits and department stores for the ghostly voice of her attacker echoed in her mind at the mere sight of summer fun. "Swiggity swooty," it'd call. "Swiggity swooty."
