Six Nights of Ecstasy

Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship, was still not used to her castle. The enormous tree-shaped labyrinth was easy to get lost in, and even to this day, she still had not even explored every room. That was better left to her companion and closest friend, Spike the dragon, who quite enjoyed the exploration of such a large, magnificent architecture. To him, it was a mini adventure map in his own home.

Speaking of which, Spike was somewhere around the place this cool summer's eve, likely exploring the southern end of the castle. He would be busy for awhile, so Twilight took the opportunity to catch up on some organization in the library, and perhaps a good read or two.

Alone in the vast, rotunda-like room, she went from shelf to shelf, snagging books down and replacing them with others she had taken from elsewhere. Reorganizing was fun to her, and so she did it often. Sometimes they were set up by author, other times by title. There was even that time she did it by book size. That was one of her more memorable times.

The dimly-lit room was cool and quiet, save for her occasional mutter about placement, and the satisfying sounds of books being reshelved. This was her little slice of heaven, the only place in the whole castle she felt complete comfortability with being alone in.

Tonight, she was reorganizing by genre: biographies and autobiographies in one section, non-fiction with sub-genres in another, magic and spellcasting in yet another. It would be easier to find specific subjects this way, and so she decided she might end up keeping it in this setup for awhile, though she knew eventually she would break and end up changing it again.

As she moved on to sorting some volumes about seeding and farming crops, she discovered a large tome lying face-down on the shelf, high above the floor, on a mostly vacant shelf and dusty shelf. She couldn't identify the book in its current state, and had no idea what it might be, so she used her magic to levitate it up and rotate the cover into view.

She blushed heavily, remembering now why this was essentially hidden.

The title of the book was, "Pony Sutra: Positions for Ponies."

"Oh, boy. Been awhile since I looked at this one," she said aloud with mild embarrassment, flipping it open and skimming through the pages. It contained detailed photos and lots of bedroom ideas for amorous ponies, none of which she had any experience with, likely for lack of trying, and somewhat interest.

Especially lately, she had no time for romance and dating. She also had little interest in most of the stallions she knew, except Flash Sentry. But of course, he was too busy with being in the Royal Guard to have any kind of serious relationship with anypony, and Twilight was now a Princess, requiring her undivided attention most of the time.

Of course, she wasn't interested in a relationship with another pony, but when she was alone, sometimes she took care of her needs by herself. Lately, she hadn't needed to, so that was the reason why this book was hidden. But that meant...

Behind the where the tome had just been was a long rectangular box, normally concealed. That was where she had placed her "forbidden" item - a toy she'd purchased year ago to help on those lonely nights she had every so often.

Her face grew hot at the thought of such a thing being in her possession, but it's not like anypony knew. This was her secret. She had to cure her yearly estrus somehow, right? Not to mention the bouts of loneliness that everypony got from time to time. At least, that's the impression she'd gotten from countless studies on the sexuality of ponies.

The real question was - did she need the toy now, tonight? Was she lonely enough for it this evening? It had been awhile, after all...

The answer felt like yes, for some reason. Although the night hadn't been so much lonely as it was peaceful, she did have a little interest in naughty activities, since she had the time. And the place to herself, pretty much.

Twilight hestitated momentarily before zooming down the the library entrance, where she quietly sealed herself in. With the door barred from within, she wouldn't have any danger of being walked in on, Celestia forbid.

She flew back up and retrieved the the box. She replaced the tome, since she wouldn't be needing it. It was just her, after all.

Going back down to the large, round table in the center of the room, she sat on her haunches, thinking to herself how she was going to carry through with her plan. The table was the only comfortable location to please herself on without being on the cold, hard floor, so she resorted to using it for this session. The table was covered by a delicate, intricately-designed cloth, courtesy of her fashionista friend, Rarity, so she removed it. No need to get it messy in the process.

Since this was not her first time, nor the last, Twilight knew exactly where to start. It was always getting herself worked up first with some external foreplay, then the toy came into the equation. It wouldn't go in so nicely dry.

Normally, she'd use her magic to get things going down there, but tonight, she decided to wander off the beaten path and use her hooves instead. They were sensitive on the bottoms and the feelings resulting from the foreplay would be enhanced and more true.

Lying flat on her back, wings outstretched, Twilight allowed both forehooves to glide down her fleecy chest, past her trembling navel, and over her already wet labia. With a silent gasp, she allowed her hooves to tenderly stroke her opening, her legs twitching occasionally from the sparks of pleasure that resulted.

"Ahhhh... now that feels... good..." Twilight gave a sigh as she rolled the tip of her hoof over her now enlarged clitoris, putting pressure down on it and writhing her hips to and fro.

Her masturbation was causing fluids to leak out onto the table, soaking the area beneath her hindquarters and making it slippery. She'd have to clean the table up good afterwards, but it was worth it.

Twilight soon concluded it was time for the toy, and so with her hooves still busy between her hot thighs, she used her magic to guide the oblong sex tool to her mouth, where she began gingerly licking and rolling her tongue around on the tip. Althought it didn't need to be lubricated to go in her at this point, she needed her oral fixation for the session, as that was one of her many untold fantasies.

Using one hoof to spread her lips open, and the other to massage the exposed pink flesh, Twilight moaned softly, filling her mouth with the toy, taking it all the way until she nearly gagged. Feeling the hard silicone dildo glide effortlessly into her throat sent shivers down her spine, and reminded her of the other place it could easily sink deep into...

She continued to stroke and play with her dripping nethers, forcing the toy into her mouth with a rhythm, feeling the tip hit the back of her throat each time it went in as far as she could stand. This went on for a few minutes until she could bear it no longer, and desired to feel her center filled to the brim.

Surrendering the toy to her hooves, she sat up, and swung one hind leg up, bringing a forehoof with the toy under the leg and up to her needy entrance. With her tail swishing about in hushed anticipation, she let the tip of the object to push between her lips and slide inside her, filling her achy void and inciting a gasp of surprise. It had been awhile since she felt this. And she missed it.

With the toy nearly fully inside her, she clenched her teeth and slowly pulled it back out, relishing in how it felt rubbing against the inner walls of her hot, silky vagina. Before it came all the way out, she thrust it back in, groaning with content.

As good as just forcing it nearly into her cervix at varying speeds felt, she wanted to pace this. The orgasm would be better that way, scientifically speaking. So she took a moment to establish a rhythm and kept with it, the toy finding it's way deep inside her depths with each calculated thrust. The perfect range and pressure was beginning to drive her mad.

Twilight's back arched and she began to pant, drooling onto the table as she stared down between her legs at the action. Her lips spread wide as the toy went and out at her will, vivid, lusty fantasies of a chiseled, hunky stallion standing over her flashing through her mind. Oh, how nice it would be to be rutted on the table by her crush. She could imagine the saucy dialogue, the dirty words exchanged as they made love right there, in the library like the pair of deviants they were.

Twilight tilted the toy downwards, the tip now grinding against the ceiling of her insides, which was her errogenous zone. Every mare's was in a slightly different location, and she was glad she had found hers long ago.

Now she couldn't stay sitting up. Her legs began to wobble as though they were made of gelatin, then she collapsed back onto the table and gasped for air, grunting and moaning louder. Her chest heaved with each deep breath, and the muscles in her forelegs began to burn from overuse. But she couldn't stop.

The tingling sensation in her loins had worked up to a tightness... a burning desire that was soon to be quenched. Each time she drove the toy inside, she felt one step closer to climax.

Twilight began bucking her legs, calling out her crush's name, begging him to take her harder and faster, and simultaneously, she did so with the object pistoning in and out of her body so fast she couldn't tell if there was a pace anymore. She didn't care.

With her eyes squeezed shut, she finally felt it approach. Pushing it one last time, as far as it would go in, Twilight just about lost the toy inside her marehood, but the growing contractions made it feel like no other.

She peaked, stars exploding in her vision and dancing about as her world turned white. Shuddering violently, she cried out with each pulse of ecstasy, her hoarse voice echoing throughout the library. It felt like the fire in her loins had just grown multitudes hotter, spreading throughout her whole body now in merciless waves. With each contraction, she squirted less and less marecum all over the table, making the mess even bigger.

After a few long seconds, the orgasm had passed, leaving Twilight a heaving, tired mess on the soaked table. But she wore a smile.

Someday, she'd have a lesson or two for a very lucky stallion - a lesson about how to please a mare the right way. And she'd be an expert by then.