You're Twilight Sparkle.
And you're pissed off at that... ape jerking off to you every time you appear on his screen.
They told you it would happen, eventually. And you told them that you were a professional, that you could cope with it. You thought you could.
And to be fair, it was easy... at first.
But now it's getting kind of distracting. With him moaning your name every time he gets c-close.
You remember the first time you saw him get an erection. The first time you saw him hard. It was on that winter wrap up episode. It appears that pressing huge metal bars up squishy pony butts makes for good shots. And good memes. And bigger audience ratings. And, to be honest, your ass did look great in that shot.
But you thought it would be a one time thing. The guy was obviously surprised he popped a boner in the first place.
It was surely due to all these 'fan arts' of you flowing around, some of them being rather... very detailed. And very anatomically correct.
But it happened again. And again.
And it wasn't too noticeable at first. It was just a bulge, plain and simple, laying there. He did have to shift it around from time to time, for comfort purpose, you guess. But it didn't stop you from working. Even though it moved and t-throbbed by itself, from time to time...
But then, several episodes later, you noticed his hand laying on top of it. On top of his bulge. Immobile, at first. But soon enough, you could see his hand move up and down, trying to relieve some tension.
You simply blushed when you caught it with the corner of your eyes. And maybe you happened to stare at it whenever you weren't in the frame. From time to time.
It was already kind of weird that there was an adult watching the show, but that was something else. Another couple episodes later, and his hand was... inside his pants. His boxers, even, you'd guess.
What a creep.
But you'll always remember when you saw it. In it's entirety. It was big-n-not that you knew the average size of human penises, you wouldn't be interested in this kind of subject, ever!
And it seemed... hard, really hard.
He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. He wasn't ashamed of it! He simply held it in his hand, in plain sight, for all to see.
And then he gave it a pump, a slow, methodical up and down motion, dragging his digits all the way up, clenching them harder when he reached his glans, his tip, and then going back down.
You blushed. You didn't see you blushing mind you, but that's what the girls told you. It also became that Rainbow cunt's joke of the month.
From then on, you would always try to steal glances at it. F-for observation purposes of course.
You also remember being bitter over the fact that you missed his first... shot.
Once again, it was the girls that told you he... ejaculated. You couldn't see it, your back was turned his way. M-maybe he came while looking at you.
But this time, you've had enough.
You have to find a way to make him pay for all these... embarrassing situations!
And you think you know how.
You're not the princess of magic for nothing, after all. A spell like this is nothing compared to the shit they make you do.
You're Anon.
And you're pantless, hard as a rock and ready to jerk it to best pony for the third time today.
"Mmh." You give a content sigh when your hand finds your rod.
Let's see... Oh! I love this artist! And he just posted a pic of Twilight!
Welp, you don't have to go far to find your material for this little self-love session.
"Shit, she's so hot..." You grunt.
Then your browser closes.
"What the..?!" You open it back up, restoring the session.
Fucking chrome, tomorrow you're installing firefox.
It closes again instantly.
"Oh fucks sakes!"
"Hey there Anon!"
Your eyes open wide in surprise. What the fuck was that?!
"Can you hear me? Wait, let me adjust my..." It's her! It's her voice.
That's it. You finally did it. You got yourself your own Tulpa.
But before your mind can count the pros and cons of your newfound form of cutting-edge autism, your screen gets turned off.
What's happening?!
And turned back on before your index could reach it's power button.
You blink.
You find a picture of Twilight on your screen. But not the one you opened in your browser.
Is this a virus or some shit?
"Can you see me?" She waves.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" You back up from your screen in shock. The image is actually a gif. No, wait, one with sound. A whatsitsname... You only know of it because of all this overwatch porn to be honest. Ah! a webm!
You frown at the still waving pony.
A new kind of screamer? A wizz? What a blast from the past!
"Anon?"
You blink again when she starts knocking on the screen.
"Anon? Can you see me?" Your eyes dart left and right, and you lean forward, slowly, trying to analyze the situation you're in.
"What is this witchcraft?!"
She blinks. "Witchcraft? This is magic, not sorcery--"
You throw your hands in the air, screaming like the effeminate faggot you are. "What the fuckkkkkkkkkk??!"
She's just as surprised as you.
"Wh-what's-whu--" You stutter, trying to put two and two together.
"Calm down Anon! It's just me!"
"Yes! Now that I think about it, maybe that's precisely why I can't calm down?!"
"Just breathe, Anon. Exhale, Inhale, Exhale, Inhale." She does up and down movements with a hoof to get her message across.
You nod and comply, following her advice.
"There you go, isn't that better?"
You nod again. "B-But, how?!"
She cocks an eyebrow. "Really? You watched the season 4 finale four times Anon. Do you really think a simple interdimensional screening spell would be out of reach for me?"
"But you're a horse!"
She gasps and scowls when you say that. "I am not a horse! I'm a pony!"
"No, yes, that's my point?! You're a pony, you don't exist!"
"But if I didn't exist, how would I be talking to you right now?"
"..."
"See, it's quite easy to--"
You slap yourself. "Fuck." It hurts. You're not sleeping.
Then it hits you. No, not your hand. And you gasp. "Am I dead?!"
"Wha-no, no Anon, you're not dead!"
"Then why are you here?"
She blushes, remembering why exactly she came here in the first place.
"Uh... Well..."
"Wait." You ponder for a second. "How did you know I watched the finale four times?"
"Well duh, who do you think is playing my role?"
"..." Uh. She actually got you there.
"So--" You interrupt her once more.
"Wait, does that mean that you got thrown against that mountain every time?"
"Mountain? Oh! Oh, no, I have a stuntmare for that."
"And you have to make that stupid dance with candybutt whenever you see eachother?"
She groan. "Yes. I have to dance every single times you play it."
"And that time I made the gif of you eating all those hayburgers?!"
She gets queasy just thinking about it. "Yes Anon, I had to eat all those hayburgers."
"That's hot."
She blinks. "What?! How can you find that hot?!"
"Oh, well, you know... I was just thinking of replacing the ketchup with my cum." You grin just thinking about it.
Her blush comes back in full force, and you see her eyes drop on your dick. Then you think you see her tongue lap at her lips.
Uh. This is kinda awkward. Oh well, you're dead anyway.
She gulps and then coughs, regaining her composure. "So... I came here to tell you... to ask you to stop m-masturbating to me." She can't even look at you, her eyes glancing back and forth between you and the wall behind you.
You blink. "What?"
She blinks in turn. Maybe her plan wasn't flawless after all. She forgot to account for an important variable, her. "W-Well, I-uh, we can see you when you... you know..." She's still trying her hardest not to look at your pride, doing movements with her hooves, pointing at your uncovered cock.
You blink again. "What? You can see me when I jack it off to you?"
"Y-Yes, and it's getting kind of d-distracting, so if you could--"
"That's hot!"
"What? No, no it's not! It--" She stops when you grab your cock, moving it around to get the blood flowing again, all this agitation made you lose your boner.
"So, you're telling me you could see me every time I spanked the monkey?!" You see her eyes stopping on your hardening shaft, and you can see that she's trying to look away, but failing.
"Yes..."
Your rod gives a noticeable throb when your hand reaches your tip and a low grunt escapes your throat. You're not sure if all of this is real. But you're just too horny to care.
"I can't believe you were watching me this whole time..."
She gulps when your left hand reaches your balls, fondling them. "A-aren't you... ashamed of it?"
"Wha?"
"Well, I thought that coming here would make you feel bad about it and the shame would make you stop doing it and you'd learn an important lesson and..." She's mumbles, her volume getting lower and lower until you can't even understand her words.
"Why would I feel bad about that? It's my house, my room, I can fap if I want to." You quip. "And if you don't like it, don't watch."
"It's hard..." She adds. You grunt and nod.
"N-no! I mean, it's hard not to... watch." She had to catch her breath to say that. She can't move her eyes off your cock. You can see her tail flick left and right behind her frame, her wings shifting around to ease an itch. Her hindlegs rubbing against each other.
"S-stop. Please...?" She tries again.
"No way I'm stopping now Twiggypoo, you're just too cute!"
She gasps when your words hit her, and her eyes finally leave your cock to meet yours. "C-cute?"
"Yessss." You hiss.
One of her ear twitch, her right wing unfolding from her side to fan her reddening blush away, turning her head to the left to force her gaze away from you, or your cock. "We-well, I, uhm..."
"Please look at me!" You half beg, half grunt.
She blinks. "W-what? You want me to... look at y-you while you... masturbate?" Her eyes flicks your way, but she averts them again the moment they drop on your shaft.
"Yes!"
She looks down, weighing her options, her body obviously doing its best to fight and win against her reason.
Another glance your way, you grunt, she bites her lips.
"M-maybe I can... w-watch you, but just this time!"
"Yes please."
She gulps and turns her head back to you, her hindlegs still fidgeting.
Shit, this is so hot, you can already feel yourself getting close. "Do you like that?"
Her mouth opens, but the only thing coming out is a pant.
"Tell me Twilight, do you like watching me masturbate to you?"
"Well, I don't... hate it..." She mumbles some more.
"So cute." You grunt once more.
You see her lick her lips when her stare lets her notice the drop of precum threatening to dribble down your opening.
Then one of her front hooves glides down her frame, ending between her rear legs, doing quick left and right motions. "Nmhh~" She blinks, surprised by her own moan.
You don't need much more. Your hips leave your seat, and you gets past the PNR.
"Ahhh!" You never came so hard in your life, the first spurt being strong enough to fly past your keyboard, ending up on the screen, right against her face.
You don't give a fuck about making a mess, you must be dead or dreaming anyway. So you keep going, pumping up and down, coaxing every last drop out.
Then you see her, her face pressed against the other side of the screen, her tongue trying to lap your baby batter away.
"Oh fuckkkk..." You moan, before plopping back down on your seat.
She moans in turn, her wings slightly buzzing, her whole body shaking. "Ahnnn~"
You stay there, panting, taking a respite.
"Whew, that was a good one." You wheeze.
She turns around and her plump lower lips replaces her tongue, grinding it up and down against the screen, against your cum.
"Mmmh~ You know, Anon, maybe I could find a way for you to... join me, so we can have some--"
"Nope, sorry Tulpa, I got work tomorrow, so, off to bed!"
"Wait! Anon don't --"
You cut the power off and go to bed.
THE END
Author's Note
Little thing I did a couple days ago.
