The Golem

Twilight stepped back to admire her work. It had taken weeks to get everything together without anypony noticing, but now her creation stood before her nearly complete. She wished she could tell somepony, yell about how hard it was to get the clay for an entire golem into her castle without so much as a peep from anypony around her. Or to teach herself how to sculpt completely from scratch.

But no. Because then she would have to explain what she made it for. And that was just between her and the golem. Or it was about to be, anyway, once she added the last piece. She walked over to the table where it lay it its wrapping. It was the only piece she had had made by somepony else, more talented than she was. She wanted this part to be perfect. After all, it was really the whole reason she had made the golem. If it was going to fuck her, then it needed a dick.

Sure, she could have enchanted one of her dildos to fuck her on its own, or even just bought one. But why do that, she thought, when she could get a new sex toy and practice a new kind of magic? That was efficiency for you!

She took one last chance to admire the dick. The sculptor had done a marvelous job. Yes, she decided, his anonymous customer was going to tip him very well. She wondered, idly, how he had made it. Certainly the basic shape was easy enough, but how had he crafted the details that made it special? Had he just sculpted it from his imagination? Or did he model it on a real dick? On his own? There was a thought that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. That this was his own stallionhood here, that he had crafted it completely unaware that he was about to penetrate one of the very princesses of Equestria, through this. He had to know she was a dirty mare, at least. Why else would she be ordering a penis sculpture. But he couldn't have known just how dirty a mare Twilight was.

But enough wondering. She felt it calling to her, and she intended to answer. She carefully levitated it over to the golem, and fixed it securely in its perfectly anatomically correct place. The golem may have been lumpy and ugly--she was never going to earn a cutie mark in sculpting--but if there was one thing she had made it, it was correct.

Once it was on, it was time to put the final enchantments in place. The golem shimmered under her spells, and when she was done, it looked slightly different. Its shape was the same as before, but there was something off about the texture, something somehow softer seeming about the hard clay.

"First," she announced to nopony in particular (and she knew nopony could hear her: she was deep in the castle's basements, and the room was soundproofed), "a test run." She pulled an apple out of her saddlebags, which were lying on the floor, and floated it over to a desk on the other side of the room. Then she took a small scrap of parchment out, and wrote on it 'Pick up the apple, and bring it to me.' She rolled up the parchment, and put it in the golem's mouth.

She swiftly stood back, horn at the ready, in case something went wrong. Nothing did, though. The golem stirred, and then walked stiffly across the room, picked up the apple, and walked back, stopping in front of her like a loyal dog. "Excellent," she said.

She plucked the first scroll from its mouth, and took another one from her bag along with a bottle of lube. "Now for the fun part." She turned in front of it, facing away from it. She knelt on her front legs and lifted her tail, presenting herself to it. She poured the lube over her ass. She spread it with her magic until both flanks were completely covered, slick and shiny. The rest of it she applied to the underside of the golem. If it worked the way she wanted it to, it was going to be a rough ride; she wanted everything nice and slippery. Then she floated the second scroll, with its simple command, 'Fuck me', into the golem's mouth. And the golem obeyed.

The golem mounted her. The sudden weight pressing down on her forced a breath out, "oof." This turned into a low hum of pleasure as its cock slid smoothly into her. She had been nearly dripping all day at the thought of this, so between that and the lube it encountered no resistance even in her deepest parts. Then, it lifted up, stayed like that just long enough for Twilight to wonder what it was doing, and slammed back down into her. She slid forward from the impact, but quickly found herself gripped tight by the golem's front legs.

Once it had confirmed that it was in position it started fucking her regularly. It pistoned in and out of her, each thrust shooting a wave of pleasure down Twilight's body. It was the kind of unthinking, relentless fucking that she got from a regular fucking machine, but there was so much more. It had the bulk of a real pony, and it held her like one. She hadn't been expecting it to hold her, but she could hardly move in its grip. Even if she hadn't been so desperate for a good fuck, the constant thrusting was so rough that it made it impossible to concentrate enough to use her magic. She was completely at its mercy. She loved it.

But she was getting a little bored of its current speed, and wanted to see what it could do. As it was pulling back, she yelled, "faster!" The golem obeyed. Its pace intensified. It pumped into her faster and faster until it was far beyond what any stallion was capable of. She could barely feel the individual thrusts, it was like a constant stream of cock pouring into her with the force of a train. She would have been glad she had soundproofed the room if she could still think straight, because she screamed. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes rolled back. There was no more Twilight Sparkle, for her there was only fucking.

Sometime after her third orgasm, Twilight started to get tired. Already she could tell she was going to be incredibly sore from what she had done. So she told the golem to stop. The golem did not obey. As if it had not heard her, it continued fucking. She tried to twist out of its grip, but it only held her more tightly. Panic began to set in. She tried to summon her magic and found she was too tired; most of her energy had been spent animating the golem, the rest had just been fucked out of her.

"Stop!" she yelled again. She thrashed and twisted, and only succeeded in losing her purchase on the floor. Her front half fell. Her face was now being pressed against the floor. She twisted to try to get out of her new position, just as the golem adjusted its stance, coming down with another full body thrust. The entire weight of it went into her neck. She did not hear the snap. Or anything else.

The golem did not notice. It simply contiued fucking her limp body, as it had been ordered to do.