My Little Toy

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I approach the door, the doors slide up with the characteristic click. I enter, with Twilight in tow. The room is dark, obviously dimmed down.

The doors slide shut behind us. The pin-prick stars overhead still shine down onto the floor in the room.

After a moment, I notice someone, or somepony standing in the middle of the room. I ignore her, for now. We turn to the second pair of doors. The doors on the side is opening before me and closing behind my companion.

Of course, this is a wardrobe; where I can find the ensemble, I had been looking for. Incidentally, I was hoping for two identical ensembles for the two of us. Is that too much to ask?

“Tights, black, mate, effeminate, red equine hooves!” I read; “There, I found them!” I exclaim.

“Perfect, exactly where they should be!” she responds, revealing measure excitement over the find.

As I pick my pair of tights, my companion picks out a matching pair of tights for herself as well. I hold up my tights before me as she does the same; moving in tandem as one. While we technically are separate individuals, we are the same character known as Twilight Sparkle, the unicorn. Knowing she is mirroring my every move; I lower the tights and lift up my right foot, before sliding the foot down and into the right side and slowly slide my foot down. I feel the smooth, sleek and slippery material contract around the skin of my foot as it slide all the way down. Once the foot had reached the end, I put the hoof down onto the floor, finding perfect footing.

I see her lifting up her left foot, standing steadily on her right hoof beside me; sliding the foot down into the pair of tights. A moment later, we stand side by side; wearing the black tights I had chosen for us.

“Ooh!” she exclaims; in excitement and delight over her, my, our shared visage.

I giggle, sharing her sentiment perfectly.

“Is there a skin-tone mask?” she inquires.

“I just found this purple unicorn face mask!” I point out, holding up one for show.

“Excellent, that is exactly what I was thinking of!” she responds.

As I slip my mask on, she is mirroring my actions; just as she did, when I slipped into the tights I am currently wearing.

“I don’t even feel the mask, and you do look just right, Twilight!” she responds, as she is turning to look at me, once she had managed to don her mask flawlessly.

Of course, this is a Twilight Sparkle face mask. What had I been expecting? Although, I had not expected the fit quite this accurate; when I thought of it, before I had tried it on. It is, as if the mask had been made out of a mould from my very own face, mere minutes to an hour ago.

I lift up my right hand, touching her face with my bare fingers; in order to assure myself of what I am feeling, or what I am not feeling. The skin is feeling exactly as if it had indeed been Twilight Sparkle herself, and the mask is fitting her seamlessly.

“Since these masks are identical, what I feel is identical to what she is feeling as well. It is almost, as if Rarity herself had made these?” I ponder, permitting my face to reveal exactly what I am thinking.

I am wearing my emotions on my sleeve, as the expression goes. That would go well, with Twilight Sparkle; as far as I know, she is not a coy pony in the first place, she does not hide her feelings. Why should I bather, then?

“Would you like a pair of gloves? Elbow or full-length gloves? Skin-tone feels like the choice, if we wear them!” she points out, as she is looking at me.

“You think they actually do have a pair of full-length gloves in our colour?” I respond, giggling at the idea.

“Yes, why not? Look, they even have a top!” she responds, pointing at the aforementioned garment.

“Oh, there they are!” I point out, as I pull the desired gloves for me and hand over the second pair.

I slip my right hand in and slide it slowly into the glove as far as it goes. Flexing my fingers to make sure the glove is sitting just right; before I give the sleeve a few tentative tugs, in order to ascertain the fit one final time.

Without turning my head, I know my companion is mirroring my motions. I find it curious and intriguing, how she manages the feat. Even if one could claim, it is I who is mirroring her motions too.

We repeat the process, enjoying the sensations of the tight, highly elastic rubber flowing over the skin of our fingers, hands and arms, all the way up to the armpit. While the elbow-length glove may be easier to put on, the full-length is more exciting to put on and wear.

“Wonder if the anal plug is fun, to slip in? Is it easy, and how does it feel; when it is inside?” she ponders.

“If you are intent on using that, you do need to lubricate it for anal usage, before you attempt it!” I point out.

While she picks up the plug, I pick up what I imagine is the lubrication intended for this specific toy, tossing a second tube of lubrication over to her. I uncap the tube, as I accept the plug she offers me and polish it up with the clear gel from my tube. The gel is as wet and slippery as I had imagined; just as the plug seems to be just the right shape to fit the bill.

“Here goes!” I whisper; as I bend forwards, slip my hand in between my legs and inserts the skin-tone plug with unexpected ease, as the plug eagerly slide in as if by its own volition.

That feels strange, but I don’t feel the plug anymore!” she points out, just as she had finished inserting her plug.

“Me neither!” I respond, nodding in agreement.

“This is not Rarity’s design, she would not touch an item like this!” she giggles.

“No, I guess not. She is crafting beautiful, delicate suits for public use, not bed-time toys!” I respond, knowingly.

“While we are at it, how about a pair of tubes, just to complete the set?” I inquire, not entirely sure.

“Yes, why not!” she responds; accepting the offered items, or pair of toy tubes.

I slide in the vaginal tube, with still unexpected ease; eagerly continuing with the muzzle tube. When I finally turn to face my companion, she had slipped in her tubes as well.

She had found the vaginal lubrication, eagerly applying it with her right hand, while extending a tube fore me. I accept the tube and mirror her suggested cause of action. The more of the gel I am applying, the wetter and more excited I feel.

I only stop, when the tube is empty, and my orchid is fully saturated. I discard the used and empty container in the trash bin, where it had been intended to go once used.

“What is that?” she inquires, pointing at a pair of boxes on the top shelf in the corner of the room.

“Let me see, I need a closer look!” I respond, nodding at her.

As I focus, the tip of my horn lights up with warm; deep, purple light of my magic. The light intensifies and grows into a larger and larger orb; until is slowly flows down the entire length of my horn.

Once I had focused enough magic, I reach forth and pick up the two items she had pointed at and hold them before me,; examining the content.

Inside the plastic containers, I find a pair of toys; made out of a plug on one end, and a yellow on the other. The plug appears to be a matching purple, quite opaque, while the other end is semi transparent in a matching hue.

“Since you asked, this is yours!” I point out; handing her the one with a mouth plug, taking the one with the vaginal plug, for myself.

“Oh!” she exclaims, accepting the given toy, eagerly and grins.

I watch her, as the grin spreads out over her entire face. I soon sport a grin of my own, in response to her, and her reaction to what she had just managed to find.

“This is promising; I am sure, this will be plenty of fun!” I ponder.

“Of course, now you will have to kiss the unicorn!” I point out, with just a slight hint of a smile of amusement.

“Oh, the unicorn? You mean, Rarity?” she responds.

“Yes, the unicorn; Rarity, who else?” I promptly respond.

“You think, she will accept that? Will she enjoy a kiss, from me?” she responds.

“Why not? Of course, she will!” I point out.

“Since we have everything we came for, it is time to slip out of the room!” I point out.

“Yes, there is nothing more to look for; we already have the tights, the mask, the gloves and the tops. We even got something, just a little bit extra, to play with!” she responds; counting the spoils of the excursion, into the room that proved to be quite the rich store room.

“Exactly!” I point out.

With the plastic container levitating in the grip of my magic; I turn around and face the door. I hear my companion a step behind me, as I approach the door a moment later. Just as before, the double doors slide up in anticipation. I step out, with her just a step behind me; knowing the doors are sliding shut behind her back.

While the only sign of the doors closing, is the characteristic click; I know it without doubt, without turning back or even turning my head in the slightest.

“Hi, Rarity!” I exclaim, as I see Rarity, exactly where we had left her a few minutes earlier.

Rarity smiles and winks, as response; while remaining quiet, not saying as much as a single word. Of course, she is currently mute, even if I am not currently aware of the fact; how or even why. Maybe, that isn’t important, after all. I leave the detail to the wayside.

“See, Rarity is so lovable; you just have to do it!” I remind my companion.

“Yes, I guess you are right!” she responds; as she is walking up to Rarity.

Rarity just blinks at us, giving me an extra wink for good measure.

My companion takes the final step, pressing her muzzle onto Rarity’s in a warm kiss, just as I had suggested before we entered the room. Then she places her hands on her cheeks and gives her a second kiss, enjoying the moment, royally. Rarity just winks and grin; while returning the kiss. Even if she can’t place her fore-hooves on my companion’s cheeks, as it turns out.

“Yummy, I do enjoy this!” she ponders, as she finally do pull back and breaks of the kiss.

“You did enjoy that, just as much as I thought!” I tease, giggling.

“Yes, I guess you could say that!” she is responding, winking conspiratorially at me.

“Since you are all warmed up, and excited; maybe it is time, we start our own little play?” I suggest.

“Okay, I guess it is high time!” she responds.

“For the sake of the argument, how about if you lean back at the doors opposite Rarity?” I add.

“How do I do that, if the doors open, when I approach?” she inquire; ”Is that even possible?” she ponder.

“First off, you need to face away from the door!” I point out.

“Okay, I can do that!” she concedes.

“Secondly, you would probably need to stand closer to the door; than it will recognize your physical presence!” I add.

“Oh, yeah; I guess, that would make sense!” she responds; “Assuming it is only sensing what is at least two feet from the door, in the first place!” she is pondering.

“Either the right, or the left; should work!” I suggest.

“Maybe, if I approach the door to the right, first?” she suggests, enthusiastically.

I watch her approaching the door, then turn towards the intended door; just as the doors before her is sliding up. She follows the wall, closely, then turns to follow the wall towards the door towards which she had been instructed to lean up against.

The first pair of doors remain open, hesitantly for several minutes. She manages to reach her destination well within the time and press her back up against the wall and continue until she is between the still closed doors.

Thankfully, the open doors finally slam shut, after several more minutes of indecision. Without a clear sign to close, the doors choose the safe option and stay open for as long as they are permitted to remain open.

While the doors had remained open, I calculated the distance; estimating where the safe zone should be. I walk towards the door, then step in under the radar; as it were, and leave the doors closed.

I lift up my right hand before me, turning up the palm to examine it critically. Once I had seen, what I had hoped to see; I lower my hand and grab her by the ankles.

“Time to play!” I intone; as I slide her hands aside and a foot up, before I press her hands firmly onto the smooth surface of the doors behind her.

“This should be enough, and safe enough!” I point out.

“You think?” she ponder, but does not utter a single word of doubt.

“Could you lift your right hand off of the wall, please?” I incite, as I let go of her ankles; “The palm of my hand refuses to let go!” she responds.