Twilight's Enchanted Bedtime Stories:

A Gift, Unpacked and Appreciated

I pick up the first box, opening it; only to find a vial of clear nail polish. Of course, she would include the lacquer, as my first part of the gift. I know how she loves my nails to glister in the light . This makes the gift more special, to her; in a manner that makes it more fun, to explore what she is giving me.

I sit down on the bed and uncap the vial. With the vial on the night stand and the brush in my left hand; I paint a nail at the time, starting with the nail of my thumb. From the center of the nail, just at as far back as the nail goes and all the way to the tip, right and left, right and left. I paint the back of the nail and seal it from the right and left.

As I finished painting the nail of my thumb, I continue, nail by nail; all the way to the pinkie finger.

I start over, holding the brush in my right hand; painting one nail at the time and repeat the process. As I am done, painting all my finger nails; I slip the brush back into the vial and hold up my hands before me, ogling the result before me with fingers spread wide.

While I am at it, I repeat the process, once more; holding the brush in my right hand, painting one nail at the time, from the biggest to the smallest, on my right and left foot respectively. Once I am done, I cap the vial and sit quiet for a minute, as the lacquer is drying and curing true and through.

“This feels, like something Rarity would have enjoyed!” Twilight ponders.

With the vial capped, I put it back into its box and set it aside; while I am looking for the second box of the set. The content is not large or numerous enough, to make it hard to find what I am looking for.

As I open the box, I find a three inch wide anal plug. The surface of the tip is bright pink, solid and stiff rubber, coated with a curiously slippery and wet gel that does not smear on contact. The content inside the plug is a highly elastic, clear silicon gelatinous substance that is quite easy to deform. The back of the plug looks and feels like skin, while it is in fact rubber not too dissimilar from the rubber at the tip of the plug.

As I am holding the riveting plug lightly in my right hand and examining it, I notice how the tip starts to glow. I stand up, looking slightly confused and curious, at the plug in my hand; noting how it floats up into the air and moves around me, aiming for my rear entrance.

A moment after I lost my grip of the slippery and wet plug, I feel it touching me between the two twin orbs that is my rump. The item slowly presses forwards and slide right up to my anal entry; pressing harder and harder, as I feel the hard surface slowly slip into me.

Bit by bit, the plug is forcing its way into me. I feel myself tight around the middle of the tip of the plug, as it continues to press forwards, in order to slip into me and enter my anal cavity. I find myself involuntarily contract, while the plug slowly squeezes itself in and presses forwards. Moment by moment, the plug is advancing into me.

After a moment that may or may not be a minute, two minutes or three minutes; I realize that the gel is starting to subvert my instinctual urge to contract, in order to prevent the plug to slip into me. A few moments later, I feel the plug plop and I am once more contracting around the mid section of the plug, now pulling itself together in a riveting action.

There is a tingling sensation, as the tube is filling up the anal cavity; signalling, that I am utterly incapable of climax for as long as the riveted plug is inside me.

If I reach back with my right hand, my fingers would slide over the smooth rubber; almost as if it had been my very own flesh: making it hard to impossible, to detect exactly where the border between skin and rubber is.

I pick up the box that is marked to be the third item on the list in my gift. I find a clear vaginal tube made out of a very stiff rubber. I pull out the tube, examining it for a moment. Now I notice how the tube is slipping right out of my grip and floats down towards my mound. There is a sensation of touch, as the rubber makes contact and slides up and starts sliding into my orchid.

There is a tingling sensation, as the tube plops and I feel the pinch as it is riveted onto my orchid. Now I feel the rubber slowly spread inwards, coating the inner walls of my vagina; until it is entirely covered by the clear, sleek, slippery and slippery, wet rubber from the inside and out.

As I look down, I can clearly see my mound swell and expand; as the glistering gel is effectively coating and lubricating the petals of my orchid and inside my vagina. There is a scent of excitement on the air, as I draw in a breath and the excitement is taking hold of me.

With the vaginal tube tightly and safely riveted, I pick up the next box, continuing the fourth item and open it in order to pull out the oral tube. The tube is metallic bloody red, glistering in excitement and joy. This is the same rubber, as the vaginal tube that just inserted itself. The difference is that this tube is red and will fit perfectly on my lips instead of the petals of my orchid.

As I examine the tube, I feel it slip out of my grip and float towards my mouth. The next moment, I feel the stiff rubber touching my lips and make me open my mouth enough to permit the tube to enter. As the plug plops, I feel the pinch; as it is riveting, before the tingling sensation is taking over and the rubber slowly spreads inwards to coat the inner walls of my mouth. Just that it does not stop there, but continues inch after inch down my throat. I feel the sleek, slippery and wet rubber flowing down my throat. Maybe it is the inherent stiffness and the pressure as the rubber is entering me, I feel.

Had I been watching my face in a mirror, I would have seen how a jolly, excited smile is spreading over my lips; while the tube is coating my mouth and sliding down my throat.

For a moment; I had been fearing that I would have been prevented to breathe, as the rubber is flowing down my throat; then I lick my lips in excitement, as I realize that this would not come to pass.

Then it hit me; I have another item of the list; there is a silver metallic eye shadow. It would have been utterly pointless with the eye shadow, if I am not going to experience putting it on and enjoy wearing it.

I open the box and uncap the eye shadow, applying it onto the right and left eyelid, respectively. I blink; once, twice and thrice, just to experience how it feels on. I barely feel the gel base shadow as I apply it; then it is absorbed by my skin and only lends the silver metallic look.

“That is a bit anticlimactic!” I ponder; almost disappointed, by how little effect the shadow has on me.

Even if the shadow effectively blocs all light from entering my eye as I close it.

There is another, sixth item on the list; I pick it up and open the package, only to find a vial of metallic bloody red nail polish.

I uncap the vial and pick up the brush in my left hand; applying the red lacquer to my nails of the right hand. From the nail of the thumb, to the nail of the pinkie finger.

I put the vial down and pick up the brush in my right hand; repeating the process by painting the nails of my left hand. With all my finger nails painted; I finish the process, by painting the nails of my toes, just as I polished them before I had picked up the anal plug; now securely lodged in my anal cavity.

“Okay, that was intense and exciting!” I exclaim, between the smile with stiff rubber lips in bloody red.

“That was an odd experience, to me; maybe Pinkie Pie or Rarity had been better equipped to enjoy the scenario than I am!” Twilight Sparkle ponders; reflecting the experience, the enchanted book had just pushed her through.

A Deeper Exploration of Hitomi

For a moment, I am just sitting, quietly on the side of my bed; with my hands up before me, as I look at the effect the lacquer has on my nails. Turning my gaze down, to my feet; observing how the shiny red surfaces seem to transform my very perception of myself.

The red lacquer had dried and cured, even before I had done the initial examination and I had known it.

The small plastic boxes, containing the items that is my gift are lined up in numerical order, while the vials of polish had been placed in the original places. A polish, a plug, two tubes, an eye shadow and the polish. What more is there? Something made me stop, I had painted my nails, thus confirming the intent behind the gift.

There seems to be three packages left within the original gift; a vaginal electro and vibration stimulator, a two inch clear gel thallos a foot long and the final top coat to be applied over the red nail polish, once I have been playing with myself.

“This is going to keep me entertained for the majority of the time she is not with me!” I realize.

“What if Spike could have offered me something along these lines?” Twilight Sparkle questions; out of the ether, in the room.

“Maybe I should never have said that?” Twilight Sparkle hastily correct herself; but too late, far too late, even if the request had been heard before she even thought up the idea.

I lean back and lie down onto the bed, resting my head on the pillow; as I contemplate my next move. My right hand betray me, as I feel my fingers caressing the petals of my already soaking wet orchid.

“Ooh, ooh!” I sigh, in reaction to the sensations elicited by the mere contact from the tips of my fingers.

I find myself opening my legs, leaving my feet about a foot apart; yet, being alone I do not need to worry about anything or anyone. After all, I am alone and the door is securely locked.

I could go out, any time I so choose; if and when I choose to do so, but now is not the time. I need to dress up, before I could even brave outside the door of this room. Just that I could not put on my clothes, right now; not while I am exposed to the gift I am currently exploring.

My fingers continue to rub the petals of my orchid, and I gasp in delight.

“Oooh, oooh, oooh!” I sigh, in time with my heart beat.

I hear myself sigh, but little is passing my slippery, yet wet lips glistering in the light of the room.

“Maybe! Should I try out that item, next on the list?” I ponder, realizing that my left hand already had extracted the stimulator from its package and is moving it towards my mound this very moment.

While the item had been cold to the touch as I had picked it up, it is already warm; as I find it sliding into place and claiming its place, on the top of my mound. Should I have been shocked, or in awe; learning just how well this item is fitting, right onto my orchid and touching everything almost as if painted on. If not for the oral tube, I would have been gasping, right now. Yet, that never did happen.

I soon hear the purr from the vibration, and experience the first electric shock to the petals of my orchid. The vibration is soon to drive me wild, while the electric shocks are forcing me to contract in tube with the slow hum.

I find myself relaxing, while my arms slide to the sides of my body and slide several inches away from my body. My arms and legs already relaxing, even despite myself.

“Penetration, why did I ever wish for it?” I ponder, as the shocks are pushing me towards the first of many orgasms.

With the palms of my hands, comfortably resting flat against the quilt of the bed upon which I am lying; I enjoy the warm tingle of the electric shocks, while the vibration keeps building in frequency and strength as it goes.

As the shocks are growing in strength and intensity, I soon realize how they make me contract with each pleasurable jolt. Then it hit me, the first orgasm; it is stronger than I had dared to hope, more intense and strong than expected.

I cry out, with each and every orgasm, as they hit me, stronger and stronger, harder and harder; once, twice, thrice. With the plug inside; there is no end in sight, I feel myself building up, as the vibration and shocks are hitting me again and again; over and over with no hope of reprieve.

“Is this an hour, two hours or three?” I find myself wondering, where I lie in the sea of my very own adventure of excitement and orgasms.

For a while longer, I resist the temptation to explore the plug inside; but when I summon the courage and focus, my rear end is merely feeling as smooth as it had before I had entered the room.

My right arm move in towards my body, and my hand slide in and explores my rump and the crack between the two twin orbs. There is no sign, of where the plug is inserted; but I do find the entrance, where I thought I had it inserted. The insertion of the plug was the start; the first active part in the experience, even if I had painted my nails before that.

I probe myself a few more minutes, before I call in my left hand in an attempt to find what my right had had failed to find. Even if I do enjoy my moment, I still like the option to pull free and have my climax, when I like it to occur.

“Unless I can pull out the plug, I am trapped, incapable of climax and thus stuck in a cycle of orgasms!” I ponder, while I still feel myself.

I manage to slip in the tip of my thumb and index fingers of my right and left hand; before I can pinch what should have been the muscle of my rear orifice. I feel my fingers grabbing myself; then try to pull out, feeling myself stretch; an inch, two inch, three inches and more.

“That, certainly is odd!” I realize, in shock and awe over the experience I just had.

I refuse to let go of what should have been me, but is stretching as if it had been made out of elastic rubber rather than flesh of a girl.

I could pull and tug as I may, but the plug is not coming out of me. I find a strange elation and excitement; from the experience of that last act and what it is leading to.

The oral toy floats out of its casing and floats toward my face; I feel the tip pressing onto my lips; before it starts sliding inside. First its head is pushing in, and as it had plopped, rib by rib by rib slide over my lips as the head is filling up my mouth. The tip then slides down my throat and continues until my lips are contracting around the very end of it.

At this point, I feel the ribs moving up or down as one end or the other is stretching and contracting, respectively.

I close my eyes and relax, incapable of doing anything else at the time. Just enjoying the moment for as long as it will last.

“The logical conclusion, would seem to be that I need to apply the third and last polish to my nails, in order to conclude my experience!” Twilight ponders.

. “Unless I chance it, and wait for Chihiro to come home and help me out of the situation?” Twilight Sparkle ponder, in an air of defeatist bravado.

As much as I do love the experience, but it is a bit exhausting to maintain, so I have to try my last option. While the shocks keeps me in the cycle of contractions as the orgasms keep shocking and shaking me, I manage to let go and sit up on the bed. From there, I extract the third vial of polish and uncap it. I hold the brush in my left hand, polishing the nails of my right hand. Once I had polished the nails of each finger of my right hand; I pick up the brush in my right hand and polish the nails of each finger of my left hand. I finish up, by polishing each toe nail, from the big to the smallest, on the right and left foot.

There is a strange sensation, but I initially ignore it. I feel the oral plug slide out and I catch it with my right hand and put it back in its box. Once the first top is out, I continue, by picking up the stimulator on my mound and place that in its box. Now I can finally reach the anal plug, as I manage to slip my fingers in between the rubber and my flesh and then carefully pull out the plug.

As the plug has slipped out, I find myself experiencing the climax I had been waiting for. I lie down and feel the sensations flowing over me, coursing through my entire body.

The exhausting experience had been too taxing for me to stay awake for much longer, so I lie back and relax; before I fall into a deep slumber of vivid and excited dreams.