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Applejack
The sun was beginning its descent to hide behind the horizon when Applejack decided it was time to call it quits. She was nowhere near done with the chores that needed completed, but, the sun setting would make the remainder of said chores a little dangerous. Aside from that, she was ready to go have herself a nice, filling meal and scramble off to bed. After putting in as much work as she had that day, she'd more than earned it.
Wiping the sweat and dirt from her brow, she pushed the empty wheelbarrow back towards the barn along one of many paths that snaked through the orchard.
The smell of late-season apple blossoms was like a heavy perfume on the warm, summer air, and the therapeutic sounds of birds chirping and the wind flowing through the trees put AJ in a state of calm only the apple farm could manage. She loved her home, and she loved her job. Top it off with the golden rays of sunlight filtering through and leaving a mosaic of orange of the ground, and it almost seemed like a dreamscape.
AJ reached the barn a few minutes later, putting the wheelbarrow and all the other various tools and equipment she'd been using that day away in their places in the barn. She swept out the barn and closed it up for the night, ready to begin part two of her nightly ritual.
Strolling back to the house, she found dinner on the stove and her family at the table. She helped herself to a steaming, heaping plate of mashed potatoes and gravy, snatched up a hot, buttery dinner roll, then joined her family for a nice meal.
Nopony seemed too interested in having any prolonged conversations. and that was rightfully so -- everypony in the Apple family worked their tails off every day. Today was a harvesting day, so they had all worked even more than usual. So aside from a couple chats here and there, everypony quietly ate their dinners and went about their evenings.
AJ, being the overachiever that she is, even did up the dishes for everypony after finishing her meal. The others had all retreated to their rooms by the time she had finished and cleaned off the table. After putting out all the lights, she too fled to her room. Before bed, she took herself a nice, long, hot bath.
She turned the faucet in the tub on and let it fill about halfway before hopping in and turning the water back off. Normally she would've kept her hat on to this point, but this time she hadn't planned on staying in too long. She honestly just wanted to clean up and rush off to bed.
As she lay in the tub, relaxing for the first time since dawn, she closed her eyes and relished at the solitude. It was true that she worked alone most of the day, but the times where she wasn't working but alone, those were the best.
With everypony else likely asleep already, nopony could rush her from the bathroom, so she changed her mind about making the bath quick. Instead, she would just hang out, clean up, soak, and relax until the water got cool enough she had to get out. The perfect note to end the evening on.
On the lid of the toilet sat her small shower basket loaded with all her soap bars, shampoos, and conditioners, as well as many other various shower supplies. She removed the bar of soap and shampoo when something hidden underneath them caught her eye and made her blush.
She had forgotten that the last time she used one of her toys was in the bath, and she had stashed the toy in her bin to hide it. Obviously nopony had seen it, but now that she had found it, she could put it back where it belonged, in her room.
But a certain thought crossed her mind that moment. Of course, she had the toy, in the bathroom, and she had plenty of time to hang out without being bothered...
Could she use the toy? Probably. Would she?
She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, staring at the toy and feeling her face grow hotter. Why not use the toy? Getting off was relaxing, felt great, and she was in the right place to get dirty -- she could just clean up in the tub right afterwards.
Not seeing any reason to do otherwise, AJ sank back into the water and let her hooves explore her southern regions. The toy sank to the bottom of the tub where she dropped it until needed. Right now was the time for a little foreplay, the toy would be handy later.
Squeezing her eyelids tightly shut, she let the tip of her hoof graze her submerged marehood. All around the sensitive lips, she stroked and massaged, gasping quietly and wishing she wasn't alone in the tub right now. What sounded hotter than a bonfire in a barn was a big, masculine stallion standing over her and rutting her in the water. Boy, would that be nice, she thought.
Fortunately for her, the toy was big enough to suffice as a viable substitute. It was hoof-crafted by herself from glazed corkwood and a core of solid rubber. It didn't sound like it would work at first, but, surprisingly it did just fine. It was slick, and very flexible. Plus, it was fairly easy to make, and nopony ever even noticed the cork tree out in the orchard was missing.
AJ couldn't help but grit her teeth as she anticipated how amazing it would feel to fill her void to the brim with her big stallion dick toy. As she used one hoof to spread her lips open and the other to rub the tender pinkness within, she began to wriggle her hips back and forth under the water, making it slosh around a bit.
She was only going to be able to put off using the toy for so long -- playing with herself always got her worked up fairly quickly, and she preferred to get off with the toy inside her rather than with just her hooves, though both felt great.
The feeling of urgency grew too strong for her to battle any further, and she gave in. Searching the bottom of the tub, she located the item of her desires and pulled it up to gawk at it. The long, slick toy beckoned her to make it disappear.
Biting her bottom lip and muffling a groan, she slipped the toy under the surface and guided the tip to her swollen, aching lips, where she let it glide in with a gentle sigh. It took up every inch of her tight, moist pinkness, and already started relieving the burning desires deep in her loins. But to get her where she wanted, she would have to do much more than just put it in.
AJ kept a firm grip on the end of the toy, which she had also designed a pair of testicles on for added realism, and slowly pulled it out out to where only the flared tip remained inside her. Then, just as fast, she pushed it in as far as it would go, the makeshift scrotum slapping against her buttcheeks.
"Gah... This sure is gonna feel mighty nice..." she whispered to herself, rhythmically thrusting the toy in and out of her needy center. She could feel all her troubles melting away as the dildo did its work, rubbing every inch of her tunnel and causing her whole body to tremble.
The dong always managed to catch her off guard, being on the higher end of stallion sizes. But she, being a champ, could take every inch of the monstrosity. She had grown accustomed to it after many uses, anyways.
Sinking down further into the water, she spread her legs as far as the tub would allow, and began using her free hoof to play with the now engorged clitoris. Immediately she gasped, clenching her jaw and arching her back.
Her heavy breaths filled her ears as she pistoned the toy in and out of her marehood faster now, letting the tip slam into the entrance to her cervix. The fire in her loins grew, along with the tight ache that was the foreshadowing of the climax to come.
Moving her free hoof to the toy to help force it in faster and harder, AJ began to drool and moan softly, envisioning a had-working farm boy standing over her, biting her ear and plowing her like spring cropfields.
She was on the brink of climaxing, the rapid in-and-out motion of the horsecock toy taking her breath away and causing her to shake uncontrollably.
All at once, the tightness and burning in her loin intensified tenfold, her vaginal muscles clamped down on the toy, and she went over the edge, calling out some made-up stallion's name and driving the horse dick as deep as it would go, holding it there as the waves of immense pleasure rolled through her body and held her hostage.
Stars exploded in her eyes as she moaned and sighed, her hips rocking back and forth involuntarily until the orgasm finally subsided, leaving the heaving, gasping earth pony in a limp heap in the water.
After a few moments of catching her breath and collecting her thoughts, hoping her noisiness hadn't been heard by the others, she sat up, removing the toy from her uber-sensitive marehood and releasing it into the water, where she'd clean it after herself.
"Whew... now that was goood stuff," she said quietly to herself, a tired but satisfied smile plastered to her face. "Time ta clean up now."
She took care of her mess, leaving the bathroom as she'd found it, and made her way to bed for the night.
Sitting by the fire in her room, Fluttershy silently read one of her the dozens of novels that her friend Twilight had lent her. Nights like these, where the blazing summer sun had just gone down, and the gentle coolness of night had descended upon the land, were nights where she just wanted to relax by the crackling warmth of a fire while reading a good book. What could be more satisfying?
Tonight, it was just her, and she had every reason to be at-ease. Discord, her chaotic but sweet bestie, was off on his wild vacation in several new dimensions, doing Celestia-knows-what. And her delightful pet and companion, Angel the bunny, was off scampering around the nearby woods, doing whatever devious little bunnies do.
When she was alone at home, this was what she did. It was the perfect opportunity to get indelved in a wholesome, innocent novel.
On the nightstand nearby rested a steaming cup of apricot and spice tea, sending up a heavenly aroma only surpassed in strength by the sharp odor emanating from the cedar logs roasting in the fireplace.
She took up her teacup with caution, sipped it gingerly as swirls of steam flowed around her face, scrunched her muzzle, and set it back down. "Ahhh," she sighed with content. "Tonight has been just so wonderful. I don't think it could get any better..." Opening her book back up, she returned to the story, a tale of a young mare meeting the stallion of her dreams.
Fluttershy greatly enjoyed tales of romance. Nothing too intimate, but hugs, kisses, and occasional cuddling were her favorite things to read about. Secretly, it was because someday she wished for the same in her own life. She had her friends - there was no doubt she wasn't alone - but they simply couldn't satisfy her longing for a partner, somepony to cuddle with on a cold, dark night. She had wanted such a thing since she moved to Ponyville, but her own personality was the barrier that would ultimately prevent it from ever happening. In lieu of a real life partner, she reserved herself to reading fantasy novels of mares and their experiences with romance. And so far, this current book was hitting all the sweet-spots.
Although... it seemed as though the story was hinting at an event-to-come that Fluttershy preferred to avoid reading. She loved romance, but when it dipped into physical intimacy, she tended to shy away. Thus, she had asked that Twilight try to avoid sending her any novels that contained such things.
Of course, she could just be understanding the story wrong, so she continued reading, intrigued by the ensuing romance. As the pages began to fly, Fluttershy found herself deeply fascinated by the climbing sexual tension between the mare and the stallion. In the middle of a scene where they started to make love, Fluttershy broke from her trance and slammed the book closed, taking loud, heavy breaths.
Why did she start reading that? And why was it so... interesting...? So... satisfying ...?
Fluttershy realized she was really hot; beads of sweat had begun forming on her brow. But somehow, she knew it wasn't from the fire. This feeling wasn't new to her, and in fact, she experienced it all the time. Estrus was the usual culprit. Rarity, her most trusted confidant, had told her these feelings were only natural, and to embrace them. But Fluttershy was just too... shy. That didn't mean that a curiosity didn't exist for the subject, however.
Fluttershy shakily retrieved her cup of tea, gulping down a large portion, despite it scorching her mouth and throat on the way down. She was trying to get the images of the scene from the story out of her head, but they seemed to linger, almost beckoning her back to the book to pick up where she left off.
Her hardest efforts weren't enough to stave off the burning desires she felt building in her loins, and she dove back into the book, her eyes flying over the words and absorbing the erotic content, squirming in her seat. Flushing hard, she kept reading, awestruck by the details the author had concocted about the scene unfolding before her. The foreplay with toys, the moans and sighs of pleasure, the cries of lust, demanding more, begging to be finished off...
"Ahhh!" Fluttershy closed the book, dropping it on the floor with a thud between her hind legs. She had driven herself mad, and now her mind was infested with lewd thoughts and vivid fantasies she wished to suppress. The book had awoken her sexuality, and now she would have to find a way to get rid of it as she usually did.
...Or would she?
Perhaps, instead of avoiding the thing Rarity had spoken so highly of, she should embrace it. If Rarity found it so amazing and worth the thought, maybe she should. But how?
The scene with foreplay and toys found its way to the forefront of her mind. Although the scene was about the interaction between two ponies, she figured there would have to be some way to serve herself, without a partner.
It suddenly occurred to her what she was preparing to do, what she wanted to do. She remained seated, burying her face in her hooves and sighing. She had let this book get the better of her. How could she be so weak-minded? Her whole life, she had never done anything sexual, either to anypony else, or herself. She wasn't celibate - she simply found herself being too timid to try anything. Except tonight...
The friskiness was going nowhere; she would have to do something. However, she didn't have any of the "toys" the book had described. She didn't even know where to obtain such things. Was there some sort of proxy she could use in its place...? Something told her the answer was in the kitchen.
She took a deep, shaky breath and let it go, sliding from the rocking chair to the floor, on her hooves. She silently made her way out to the stairs, taking each step as though she was trying not to be heard. There was nopony here though. She was alone to do whatever she wanted, and that she would.
In the kitchen, she wandered around, wondering what she was even looking for. What could be used as the objects in the story? Something long, hard, with no sharp points or edges...
She opened the fridge and peeked in, her eyes immediately falling upon the pair of cucumbers she was to use at the picnic with Discord later that week. With a heavy blush, she snatched the larger one from off the shelf, silently chastising herself for wasting a perfectly good veggie, and retreated to the upstairs, where she made sure to close the door behind her. Nopony needed to walk in on what she was planning on doing.
The bed seemed the best viable option to do whatever she was about to do, so she crawled up onto it, rolling onto her back, splaying her delicate, feathery wings out. Her face still felt hot, and the intense desire between her hind legs hadn't faded a bit. She had to give in to remedy the problem.
This was actually a good opportunity to explore herself a little. Although she'd never done anything sexual, during some of her showers, she'd grazed her nether region, and to be perfectly honest with her, it had felt good. Past that, she actually knew nothing about her intimate area, as far as pleasure was concerned.
She was curled up in a fetal position on her back, which limited her view, so she slowly unfurled, letting herself go limp on the bed. She could see between her legs, and immediately felt the hotness in her face intensify. Was she really about to play with herself with a cucumber ?
"Ohhh... I hope I don't come to regret this..."
Now she had to figure out where to start. Did she just... put it in? The characters in the book didn't, as she recalled. There was a couple pages of foreplay, where the stallion had pleased her with his hoof and mouth.
She swallowed what felt like a huge, round rock. There was no mouth here to do that second part, but... she did have hooves...
Feeling her heart picking up speed, thumping away in her heaving chest, she let a forehoof glide down the fleecy coat of her stomach and over her wet marehood, which tingled at her touch. She gasped and froze up. This feeling was nothing like she had in the shower - it was much more intense. But it did feel good. Unlike anything else she'd ever felt before. She decided this might be worth it after all.
"Ahh..." she sighed, letting her hoof glide around over her lips, the pleasure sending little shocks throughout her body, making her shudder. The feeling was electric! No wonder the mare in the book couldn't stay quiet. Fluttershy found herself in the same situation, gasps and moans of happiness escaping in droves. There was no need to suppress the noise. Nopony would hear her.
Up to this point, she had not been applying much pressure, but her body screamed for more. She pushed down on herself as she rubbed around in circles, up and down, and side to side, squirming on the bed. Her jaw clenched and unclenched involuntarily, as were the groans and cries of pleasure that grew in volume.
There was a particular point down there where when her hoof moved over it, it was like all the euphoria collected into one little place, sending jolts up through her loins into her body. She focused here for a moment, gasping for breath as the feelings stole them away.
This was an entirely new level of bliss. It was like a little button that she could press for ultimate pleasure. She pressed down hard on this little nub, rubbing it around in circles and twisting around, moaning loudly.
After a few moments of self-torture, she stopped, panting heavily and going limp. "Ahhh... that was wonderful..." she said aloud, sighing happily. But then she realized there was still the cucumber.
She found it on the bed nearby, picking it up and examining it closely, flushing. Was she really going to put this thing inside herself? The mare in the book seemed to enjoy being penetrated by the toy the stallion wielded, and greatly. If rubbing herself felt as good as it did, then putting this long, firm cucumber inside herself must feel many times better...
With just a moment's hesitation, she slowly lowered the phallic veggie between her hot thighs, letting it slide over her opening. She stifled a moan as she pushed it between her swollen folds, grinding it against herself, up and down. Seconds later, she pushed the tip of the cucumber deep down inside her body, letting out a gasp of surprise and delight. She suddenly felt so full, and relished in the throbbing tightness.
Without going too far, lest she lose the veggie inside her, she slowly pushed and pulled on it, letting it glide almost all the way out before thrusting it back into her hot, wet depths. She writhed and cried out with each thrust, imagining it to be the hunk-like stallion from the novel on top of her, forcing his huge member in her over and over.
She rolled over onto her belly, reaching under and up between her legs, continuing. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and fantasized the stallion taking her from behind now, gripping her shapely hips and stretching her insides while she plead for more.
This was everything she had ever wanted, she realized. This was far better than cuddling, hugging or anything. This feeling was heaven. And she couldn't get enough of it.
The fire in her loins started to grow, spreading slowly to the rest of her body, and she found herself hollering at the top of her lungs, gasping and moaning each time the stallion filled her up. Her mind began to cloud, the euphoria too great to hold back anymore.
"Ahh! Gahh... Yes... Ahhh!"
She drove the toy in and out of herself faster now, unable to control herself. The stallion in her mind plowed her mercilessly, but she loved it. She loved the way the thick, hard shaft filled her hole over and over, giving her not a moment's rest.
Her hind legs, the only thing holding her behind up, began to wobble. The extreme bliss was beginning to weaken her as her mind became a mess, unable to process her thoughts any longer as the euphoria took over. Stars began to explode in her eyes and she cried out.
She peaked, going limp on the bed as her body shuddered from the pulsing orgasm that overtook her. She howled as the climax continued, over and over it throbbed and she convulsed with each wave of electric ecstasy. Slowly, it began to fade, until she was left a shivering, sweaty mess, breathing shakily like she'd just run a marathon.
The fiery desire had left her, and she finally felt it was quenched. This was just what she needed.
She slipped the cucumber out of herself and marveled with half-lidded eyes at her mess. The bed was soaked between her legs, the result of her finishing just moments ago. She would have to exchange bed sheets now with her spare set, but for now, she just wanted to lie here in the afterglow.
Thinking back on what Rarity had told her, as she lay there panting, she decided this was every bit as worth it as her friend had said.
She would probably do this every night.
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Pinkie Pie
A certain pink party pony was just finishing up a final batch of late-night lemon-meringue cookies when she decided it was time to call it quits. She had been baking goodies all day for an upcoming birthday party she was hosting, and it had really worn her out -- and that was hard to do.
She had been given the task of designing the entire party by herself. Of course, she had given herself the task, but that was besides the point. As the premiere party planner in all of Ponyville, she was to take charge of any party plans, naturally.
It was just a hair past midnight when she realized she was done with the last of the baking. She had completed a tall order -- over 50 pounds of sweets, to be exact. It was time to be done for the night.
Pinkie Pie loaded up a decorative and brightly-colored basket with the last batch of sweets, covering the top with a pink-and-white-checkered napkin and setting amongst the massive pile of treats on the main counter.
"Whew... glad that's outta the way! Well, off to bed!" Humming cheerfully, Pinkie bounced up to her room, where she readied herself for bed and hopped in, pulling the covers up tight to her neck and snuggling into her pillow. As her eyes began to flutter shut, she began to count sheep to fall asleep. However, just before the lights went out, a thought crossed her mind that threw her eyelids wide open.
Why go to bed when she could totally play with herself?
Tossing the covers back, Pinkie lay spread-eagle on her bed, peering down at her waiting, needy nethers. But how would she please herself after a hard days work when she was so exhausted?
Reaching down between her hind legs and stroking her privates casually, Pinkie pondered with a hoof on her chin how she would go about getting herself off this very night. Maybe some toys? They worked well enough, and some didn't require too much effort.
She glanced over at the hidden shelf on the wall where she kept her weapons of mass pleasure. Nothing really seemed too enticing to her, despite her having over 40 different shapes and types of penises. Nothing in this monumental cock collection seemed to stand out this evening -- not even the Piston Dick 9000 she bought last year. It was used too often, anyways.
Perhaps she could indulge in a few of the lollipop dildoes she ended up crafting for when she wanted to eat the evidence after pleasing herself? After a few moments of consideration, as tempting as they were, she decided having long, hard things in her was a bit uninteresting right now.
No, tonight, maybe she wanted something less cliché. Maybe something super simple, like playing with herself with her hooves. Maybe... self-cunnilingus! That was exotic, but definitely not too complicated. But for that, she wouldn't just dive in -- she would work herself up to it. That seemed like much more fun to her.
So, she just kept rubbing herself. It felt good anyways, especially after a long, hard day like today. Sitting back and relaxing in bed while petting her pussy in all the right spots was a great way to end the night.
Pinkie focused on the sensations in her marehood, brought on as she applied generous amounts of pressure and rubbed in a tight, circular motion. The longer she did it, the wetter she got. She licked her lips in anticipation, wondering how she might taste. She'd never eaten herself out, but, there was always room for trying new things. Plus, it would probably feel amazing.
She stroked her slick opening up and down now, adding pressure as her hoof glided over her little pink button that seemed to buzz in protest. She couldn't help but sigh in pleasure every time. It didn't take long before she could feel the wetness beginning to soak her sheets, and that's when she knew it was time.
Propping her head up slightly on a pillow, Pinkie exercised some impressive flexibility skills, bringing her haunches back over her upper body, planting a hind leg on either side of her torso and forcing her dripping cunt into her own face. She took a big, heavy whiff and could easily tell why stallions knew when a mare was in season. Mares had a smell down there that rivalled even the sweetest of candies.
Gingerly lapping at her wet folds, she began running the tip of her tongue along her ultra-sensitive lips, gradually working up to her whole tongue. She moaned softly at the new sensations she was experiencing at her own behest.
She swirled her clit around with her tongue before moving on to gently suckling on it like a teat, giving it a little nibble here and there and making her hind legs wobble. She grew more and more antsy as she worked her way towards diving into her honey pot, hoping to see how she really tasted.
Finally done torturing herself, she gave the swollen pinkness of her opening a good cleaning before digging her muzzle between her folds, flickering her tongue around inside.
The taste was about how she expected -- sweet, with a hint of metallic flavor. Unable to resist, she thrust the entire length of her tongue out and pressed it against her soft, sensitive walls and lapped at them, giving muffled moans and gasps. She was barely able to hold herself to these new feelings, but she hadn't gotten off yet, so the show had to go on.
All around her face now was the wetness of her own fluids and saliva. She kept her eyes closed as she continued to orally assault her insides, relishing at the flavors and slithering her tongue all about. She focused on a couple areas, where she knew she would cum if she kept it up.
Getting more serious as she passed the exploration stage, she proceeded to press her tongue down across her nub as she licked from it down to her plothole. She did this slowly at first, the began doing it ravenously, like a hungry animal. It just felt so good, she wanted it more and more.
Sweat and fluids soon leaked down onto her bed, pooling around her. Right now, it didn't matter. She was enjoying herself far too much to care about a little mess.
With her tongue snaking in and out of her honey pot as fast as she could manage, she dove deep inside, over and over, moaning louder, despite being muffled by her own muff. Her back and oral organ began to ache, but she still hadn't climaxed. there was no way she was stopping until then.
Pinkie grabbed hold of her rear from behind with her forehooves and shoved it closer, nearly suffocating herself as she ate her pie out even more vigorously. The tastes, the sensations... she was being driven to madness. Why hadn't she thought of doing this long ago?
The tell-tale burning and tightness of an approaching climax was her signal to give it all she had. She braced her hind legs ever further and lapped as hard as she could at the top of her love tunnel, hitting her g-spot like a champ.
Using her forehooves to spread her cheeks and passage wide open, she marveled at how quickly the pressure in her loins built up until her vision went white and she cried out.
The merciless orgasm took her by storm, with her tongue still deep inside her hole, she got a mouthful of a new taste -- her own marecum flooding her mouth and face as her body shuddered violently in waves. Even as all this went on, she kept licking and sucking at her girl parts, prolonging the euphoria that gripped her mind and body.
After a few seconds of this intense pleasure that drove her to squealing, it subsided and she fell limp onto the bed, the sheets underneath her soaked even more. She still didn't care, as now she was in heaven. That was every bit as good as she had hoped it would be.
There was no toy that could give her what she had just experienced, and she knew right then and there that she had just found a reason to get off every night. She had a smile plastered to her face, and that was all that mattered.
Lying flat on her back in her own mess of fluids, unable to feel her legs and panting in pure exhaustion with her tongue hanging out, she closed her eyes and let sleep take her soon after.
Rainbow Dash lay on her fluffy cloud bed high above Ponyville after a long day of practice at the Wonderbolts Academy. It had been a tough time for her that day, as she and her fellow trainees had been pushed to the brink doing various flying techniques and formations. As much as she loved what she did, it certainly took its toll on even the mightiest of ponies.
It was already dark by the time she left the academy. She had cleaned up there before soaring off to Ponyville for a bite to eat. After that, she fluffed up a cloud to sleep on for the night and kicked back to relax, watching the stars fill the sky and the moon hang low on the horizon, slowly creeping into the sky at Princess Luna's command.
Nights like these were the one's Rainbow preferred to spend alone, catching up a Daring Do adventure, watching the stars, or simply napping. Though lately, she had been feeling a little lonely, and so resorted to a little something something to take care of that pesky loneliness.
But before she could do that, she had to wait until later in the evening, when Ponyville quieted down, and the coast was clear in the clouds around her, as there were sometimes other pegasi flying about on different errands into the nighttime hours.
Rainbow stood precariously on her medium-sized cumulus cloud and surveyed the skies around her. Through the cool, summer night air, she could see nothing. Just a few scattered cumulus clouds like hers hanging out at her level. She turned her head to the side and listened for any voices or activity nearby, but only heard the gentle breeze flowing through the land. The area was clear, which meant it was time for her to take care of some personal business.
She began lazily kneading her cloud out like dough into a flattened, bowl-like shape, perfect for both comfort and privacy. At this height, she didn't really need the privacy, but it was better this way, just in case somepony happened to wander by.
Finally done with the minimal preparation, she settled down into the cloud on her back, her favorite position for getting herself off. There was something about the casual masturbation under a sky full of twinkling stars that she heavily anticipated almost every night. Not only that, but she was free to make all the noise she desired; nopony could hear her at these heights, which she did purposefully.
Rainbow never really needed toys or anything related to help her get off. She always just used her vivid imagination, which was always running wild.
Something she hadn't yet shared with her friends was that she was into both stallions and mares. She could see attractive traits from both sexes. However, she withheld this information from her friends, not for fear of rejection, but because she had crush on a majority of them. Fluttershy and Applejack were her favorites, but she leaned more toward Applejack typically. Something about a hard-working honest mare just got Rainbow going...
Like now. She could already feel herself growing wet. Her fantasy was getting her into the mood even further, and now she knew the topic of tonight's session.
Rainbow lay there, hooves between her thighs working away, her eyes closed tight as she imagined the scene unfolding. She had been observing Applejack working hard on the farm, and decided to drop in to say hi.
"Nice work you did there, AJ. Always bustin' tail, I see," Rainbow says.
AJ nods and wipes the sweat from her brow. "Jus' another day's work on the farm." She removes her hat to straighten it out. "What brings ya by, Dash? Need somethin'?"
"Oh, nothing much," Rainbow says coyly, giving her a flirtatious grin. "I just came by to see you."
"Uh, that's awfully kind of ya, Dash. Not bein' rude or nothin', but if ya don't need anything in particular, I gotta get back to the barn-"
"I need you," Rainbow interrupts her, moving to within inches of AJ's face and running her tongue across her lips suggestively.
The sweat on AJ's brow was no longer from the hard labor she'd just finished with. "Uhhh… what's that, now?" she asks, looking nervous. The beginnings of a slight blush were forming on her cheeks.
"You heard me. I've been waiting long enough. I think it's time we just get the ball rolling. Whaddaya say?" Rainbow moves even closer, their muzzles now a mere inch apart. AJ's quickened breaths could be felt on Rainbow's muzzle, which turns her on even more.
AJ visibly swallows hard, the blush becoming more noticeable. "I, erm… don't know what yer talkin' about, Dash. I don't think of ya th-that way. Now, if y'all could jus' move..." AJ tries to sidestep Rainbow, but is immediately countered as she is cut off.
"Kinda think you do feel that way about me, AJ. But don't worry -- I won't tell anypony. Under one condition, that is." Rainbow gives a devious smile.
AJ swallows hard a second time, sweat pouring over her brow. "I suppose I already know what ya want, but I'll humor ya -- what is it?"
Rainbow leans forward, nearly stuffing her muzzle down AJ's ear canal as she whispers hoarsely, "Rough, casual sex in your barn."
AJ pulls away, looking even more embarrassed, her face almost fully red. "Dash... There's now way we could get away with that, uh, even if I wanted to... which I don't!" She takes a step back. "'Sides... how could we even do... that?"
Rainbow shrugs and turns towards the Apple Farm. "Dunno. Take me to your barn and find out."
After a moments hesitation, AJ gives in. There was no way to pretend any longer that she wasn't interested. Her body was betraying her every chance it could get. She sighs and tips her hat forward to conceal her eyes. "Mkay, Dash. Let's go. Be quiet and follow me."
AJ leads Rainbow down a smaller, less-travelled path that leads in a loop behind the main farmhouse and up to the back of the big red barn, where she opens a small door and motions for Rainbow to go in. Once inside, AJ shuts and locks the door, leaving them alone in the semi-dark barn.
AJ stands before her friend and sighs defeatedly. "Aright, let's get this over with. Whaddaya want to do? How do you wanna do this?"
Rainbow waves a hoof dismissively. "AJ, I know there's a dom deep down in there. I wanna see her." She moves over to a pile of hay against a wall and beckons for AJ to come.
AJ wanders over slowly. "I dunno what yer talkin' 'bout. I'm no dom."
"Sure, whatever you say, boss." Rainbow flips onto her belly and lifts her tail high, presenting herself to the startled mare behind her.
AJ blushes profusely. "Uh... what're ya doin'...?" She stops just a few feet behind Rainbow, who peers back over her shoulder at her and waggles her hindquarters provocatively.
"Take me. I know you want to."
"I already told ya, I'm not a dom, Dash," AJ says gruffly, growing irritated.
Rainbow starts to sit up. "Well, missed opportunity then. That sucks."
"Now wait jus' a minute," AJ protests. "I didn't say I wouldn't be one fer ya..."
Rainbow gets back into position, spreading her hind legs as far as she could without it being painful. "Then take me right now, girl. I'm waiting."
AJ wastes no time, suddenly moving forward and burying her muzzle in Rainbow's wet cunt. Rainbow gasps as she feels her friend's entire face pressed into her marehood, her tongue swirling around inside her, pressing against walls and lapping up her juices.
"Ahhh… now that's what I've been waiting for..." Rainbow breathes, the side of her face pressed into the hay.
At this point in her fantasy, Rainbow is vigorously rubbing herself, playing with her swollen lips and letting the tip of her hoof glide between and separate them, grazing the delicate and ultra-sensitive pinkness within.
She gasps and moans audibly now, forcing the tip of her hoof down inside her marehood and moving it around in a circular motion, her lower body squirming as the tingling fiery sensations intensify.
With her concentration slowly breaking, she continued her wild and dirty fantasy.
After cleaning out her honey-hole for a few minutes while Rainbow struggled to keep her rear-end up, AJ finally pulls away, wandering off somewhere nearby and rummaging around through some wooden crates stacked up by the barn door. Rainbow sits up, panting. "Hey, what gives?"
AJ turns, holding what appears to be a big, black strap-on. Rainbow immediately blushes.
"I picked this up just for this occasion," AJ says simply, winking at her and putting it on.
Rainbow spins back around and assumes the position, her face still unbelievably hot. "You say that like you planned for this to happen."
Standing up on her hind legs just behind Rainbow, letting the tip of the thick, black horse cock graze her moist entrance, AJ leans over Rainbow and says, "I did plan for this." Then, without warning, she thrust her hips forward, her hips smacking into Rainbow's sweet cheeks as the strap-op cock sinks deep inside her.
Rainbow cries out at the unexpected intrusion, but quickly grows to enjoy the sensation of being filled by a massive dong, especially with it being AJ's.
In reality now, Rainbow's immersion was beginning to suffer dearly as she increased the speed, pressure, and deepness of her hoof. Her marehood now began making a loud, squishing, sucking noise as she forced almost her entire hoof inside, pistoning it in and out to imitate the feelings she might have if AJ was truly standing behind her and ploughing her fields like a stallion.
Back to her sex scene fantasy, AJ is now taking Rainbow hard but steady, making her whole body move forward a few inches with every forceful thrust.
Rainbow's face is buried in the hay now, her drool pooling around her muzzle as she becomes incapable of keeping her mouth shut. Every time AJ buries the huge horse dick into her slick, pink love tunnel, she moans and gasps for more.
Now it was time for AJ to kick thins up a notch -- after all, Rainbow had asked for domination. Planting a foreleg firmly on each side, AJ grabs hold of Rainbow's shapely hips and begins power thrusting as hard and deep as she could go. "Yeah, take that ya' little rainbow slut. Take it all!"
Those words drove Rainbow closer and closer to the edge, her words now nothing more than a string of consonants and vowels intermixed. She could no longer speak her mind, but the cute little noises she made surely spoke for her.
With her real life climax getting closer and closer, Rainbow was really having trouble keeping the fantasy going, but she did her best. The orgasms that resulted from keeping with the dream were the best kind.
With AJ slamming her harder and harder from behind, her panting and gasping for air growing louder and louder, Rainbow reaches up under her belly and begins rubbing her engorged clit rapidly, helping to drive herself mad.
"Yeah, that's right. ya lil slut. You rub that little winking nub of yours. Do it!"
AJ's orders would not got unfulfilled. Rainbow does exactly as she is told, and soon her own fluids were leaking down her foreleg and dripping off her elbow onto the barn floor. In real time, Rainbow was soaking the cloud from top to bottom around her hips. The sloppy. wet vagina noises grew ever louder as she rubbed hard and fast in a circular motion, building up the climax fast.
AJ continues the doggy-style punishment, barking orders and never slowing even a bit. Her insides were getting rubbed raw, but Rainbow was slow close. Nothing was going to stop her from reaching the top.
Suddenly, it hit her in an instant, and she was drawn from the fantasy as she climaxed, her slit spewing load after load of hot marecum onto the soft, puffy clouds. The stars filling her eyes were not natural, and Rainbow shuddered in waves until a few moments later, when the ecstasy finally had mercy on her.
Lying there in a heaping, heaving mess, Rainbow soaked in a pool of her own saliva, sweat, and juices. She didn't care.
Rolling over onto her side, an exhausted Rainbow gave a huge, bellowing yawn and closed her eyes, thinking deeply about a certain mare, falling sound asleep soon after.
Rarity was home at the Carousel Boutique, just finishing up a new lineup of gowns for the upcoming fashion show, when she realized what time it was.
She happened to glance up at the clock while moving on to the next gown. "Dear Celestia... I've been at this for hours! It's already midnight? I must get my beauty rest or I'll look awful tomorrow!" She scurried around the room, putting up tools and materials, and hanging gowns up on racks or mannequins.
Tonight, she was alone at the Boutique. Sweetie Belle was off at Fluttershy's for a couple nights with her two friends, so she used the opportunity to catch up on her fashion projects. Apparently she'd abused it, as well.
Rarity finished putting everything up and closed the window, which was letting the cool, night air stream in. She considered keeping it open for a moment, but decided against it. Ladies needed their privacy in the afterhours, after all.
The preppy unicorn spent the next hour getting ready for bed, going through a long, drawn out process, but as she did, she began thinking about something that suddenly occurred to her.
She was absolutely, positively... alone.
Midway through polishing her teeth for the second time, she pondered what this meant for her, aside from having peace and quiet for business. Could she do anything she wanted, unabated and unbothered?
Rarity finished up her nightly routine and wandered out and to her room, where she disrobed and slipped into bed after blowing out her lamps. She continued mulling over all the possibilities with her solitude that night. One common theme that kept playing hide-and-seek in the back of her mind was the inappropriate things she could do with herself.
Putting on her fancy, frilly sleep mask, she plopped down and pulled the covers up to her shoulders, rolling on her side on the silk sheets.
Could she get away with doing naughty things without being bothered? Of course, one of her many fetishes was doing the dirty in public, so the thought of somepony seeing her didn't really bother her, but this was one of her very few times she got the place to herself for this long. She really desired to take full advantage of this glorious and extremely limited opportunity.
She sat up suddenly, tearing off her sleep mask and tossing it on the nightstand beside her bed. "I am not about to let this chance slip between my hooves. Not again! Rarity is going to please herself the way she likes and nopony is going to stop her!" She hopped out of bed and used her magic to slide a small, locked, wooden purple chest out from under it, which scraped and gouged her beautiful floor, but she didn't mind right now. She pulled the key from the hidden location between her mattress and box spring and slid it into the lock, turning it with an metallic click .
When she lifted the lid and peered in, she felt her face growing hot with mild embarrassment. In this chest was her secret collection of high-quality, custom ordered sex toys she'd accumulated over the years. From intricately designed horse cocks, to exquisitely crafted dragon dicks, she had quite the collection. Tonight, her eyes fell upon a certain toy in the bin - the dragon dildo she'd nicknamed Spike.
Rarity blushed heavily, realizing this meant she was still fantasizing about Spike. Although she could never admit it to the poor dragon, she wanted him to plough her from behind on a park bench like a cheap, filthy whore. However, she figured Twilight might not take too well to this, nor would any passersby. So instead, she opted to order a hoof-crafted dragon sex toy she could use in Spike's place.
Made of the finest rose quartz from Northern Equestria, roughly eight inches long, and deeply ribbed along the bottom of the shaft, it was by far her favorite toy. This one was her go-to when she really wanted to get off with the most pleasure. Tonight it would see heavy use if she could help it.
Leaving the chest wide-open by her bed, Rarity crawled back up onto the mattress, holding the toy inches from her muzzle. She sighed with discontent, waving it around. "Probably nowhere as good as the real thing, but I guess it does its job. At least, tonight it will."
She lowered the tip of the thick, round dragon cock to her lips, where she lapped at the tip, imagining Spike's face as she began to orally please him. She was wet instantly, and while she gently rolled her tongue around the head of the toy, moaning softly, she reached a forehoof down between her hind legs and helped herself out.
In her mind, she pretended they were out at the park at the edge of Ponyville on a warm, sunny summer day, just her and Spike, tall and muscular, now fully "grown up". She imagined his eyes squeezed shut as he plead for her to swallow his thick meat stick instead of sitting there teasing him with the tip of her tongue, relishing in the taste of his salty precum.
"Whatever you want, Spikey-Wikey…" She grabbed ahold of the base of the shaft with her free hoof and plunged the toy down her throat, gagging, but undeterred. She wished it wasn't so hard, but then, she had no idea how hard Spike would be. If she really were doing this to him, staring up at him with her big, blue saucer-like eyes while shoving his dick down her pretty little throat, he'd probably be a whole lot harder than this.
Rarity fell abruptly on her back, spreading her hind legs as wide as she could muster to give Spike the best of views while she played with her sopping, tender marehood and swallowed his massive, throbbing prick. She moaned excitedly now, rolling the tip of her hoof around her engorged clit, her hips writhing side to side as she felt the electric pulses emanate from her nethers and spread through her body in waves, sending pulsing shivers up and down her spine.
Continuing the wildly explicit fantasy in her head, she saw Spike moving his hips to-and-fro, thrusting his shaft down her throat while she lay there on the park bench on her back, rubbing herself raw and groaning happily. She felt really slutty at this point, but this only pleased her more. She wanted to be a slut. She wanted to be Spike's slut.
She grabbed his hips from her laying position and helped him thrust harder and deeper. Every time the huge toy disappeared down her throat, she gagged, but she was loving this too much to care.
Rarity slid her hooves up and down the soft coat of her belly, giving Spike a show. Suddenly, she had an epiphany.
Why just one dragon, when she could have two?
Using her magic, she lifted the big, black onyx dragon dildo from the chest and brought it up to her face, where she began licking and sucking ravenously at both, now imagining Spike and a buddy taking her in the park, out in the open for anypony to see.
As her fantasy grew ever-dirtier, she decided to move to the next stage. She lowered the black toy between her hot thighs and pressed the enormous tip to her soaked labia until the lips parted and the toy drove deep into her body.
"Mmmph!" she growled lustily, madly sucking the Spike dick while forcing the other toy in and out of her tiny opening, letting it go in all the way to the balls. Tomorrow she knew she would be achy down there, feeling it stretching her a little too far, but again, she didn't care right now. She was having far too much fun getting double-teamed by a pair of hunky, burly dragons.
The toy pistoned in and out of her while the other nearly choked her. She was having the time of her life soaking the bed on both ends with slobber and mare juices, but this still wasn't enough. She wanted more.
Rarity pulled both toys free, rolling onto her stomach and thrusting her pampered plot into the air. She smiled up at the Spike toy. "Now, you and your friend take what's yours. Don't worry, Darling, there's enough room down there for both of you..."
Guiding the Spike toy behind her, she pulled the black toy free, replacing it with the slobber-soaked idolization, and the other, she gingerly prodded her anus, biting her lip as she let the naturally-lubed toy slide deep into her anal cavity with a gasp and a sigh.
Suddenly, she felt so full back there. With two huge dragon cocks balls-deep in both her cavities, she pressed her face into her pillow and used her magic to start rhythmically sliding them in and out of her holes, grunting and sighing with pleasure. She envisioned both these dragons, one beneath her, one behind her, taking her like the little, petite slut she was, giving her no mercy. Increasing the force and speed on the toys, she could hardly hold down the volume, and let herself cry out with each thrust. The ribbed surface of the underside of the Spike toy was driving her mad and bringing her closer and closer to climax, and the one in her backdoor was forcing the Spike toy to grind against her G-spot, increasing the fiery, pulsing pleasure tenfold.
Now Rarity could hardly contain herself, and she begged for the two behemoth dragons to take her harder and faster, increasing the force and speed of the toys yet again.
"Yes! Mmmmm… Boys, you're doing soooo gooood… Rarity likes it when you're rough..."
The unmistakable tightness of an approaching orgasm began in her loins. She wriggled her hips back and forth as the toys moved faster and harder still, splattering and dripping her juices all over the sheets and rubbing her insides raw. The bed creaked and groaned from the movement, and Rarity's voice echoed off the walls.
"Yes! Harder... Take me harder! Ahhhh… Deeper! Deeper and harder! I'm your... gah… little slut..."
The euphoric burn of the approaching climax drove her to move the toys faster, harder, and deeper still. With each thrust, the toy in her marehood she felt like was breaching her cervix, which she knew she'd regret tomorrow, but right now felt amazing. The one in her rear would no doubt leave her sore, but she loved doing it in that hole, so it was worth it.
A bead of sweat rolled over her brow as she finally gave in, holding back the end no more. Her vision exploded with stars and she squeezed her eyes shut, wave after wave of indescribable pleasure surging through her body from her marehood, which clamped down on the Spike dildo. The toy deep in her anal cavity throbbed and pulsed with the orgasm, adding to the feelings and helping to deepen the intensity. Her legs wobbled and gave way, letting her lower body plop down on the soaked bed.
After a few moments, the pleasure subsided, and she gently pulled the toys free, giving them both a good oral cleaning, picturing the surprised and amused faces of Spike and his pal as she finished them off.
Drained of energy, Rarity dropped the toys into the chest, but left it where it was. Instead, she lay there on her back, still gasping for air and drenched in cold sweat after finishing just minutes ago. It took her a bit, but after collecting herself, she peered over the edge of the bed at the Spike toy, which lay precariously propped up in the chest of toys.
"Someday... Someday that will be the real Spike. Until then, you'll suffice, and quite well." She smiled exhaustedly. "Thanks for the good night again, Dear..." She closed the chest and locked it once again, shoving it back under the bed with a heave of her magic. She'd clean the used toys tomorrow.
Noticing the soaked bed sheets, she groaned with displeasure. "Oh, lovely. Tomorrow is laundry day, I suppose." She rolled her eyes. "Small price to pay for having a good time."
She laid down, pulling the covers up to get warm, and fell sound asleep soon after.
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.
