In Twilight I Trust, Starlight's Enchanting Anthology:

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I find myself feeling wet, excited.

“Do not make my mistakes, yours!” the ballerina points out.

I close my eyes, then focus on the bed upon which I lie. I still do feel the bed under my body. I had fallen asleep. Yet, I had experienced the first enchanting or enchanted story out of the anthology.

I feel wet, but not all over, just as if I had been excited, all night.

There is no bit in my mouth, but why should there be? I never had one in, when I went to bed. I am fairly certain of that. I do not even own a bridle, let alone a bit; what would I possibly use it for? I have no bridle on my head, either. Of course.

“Still, why am I wet?” I ponder.

I lift my right fore hoof up to my face and feel the effect of the tube inserted into my mouth. The clear rubber, coating my lips and into my mouth. Did I actually slip in that tube; or, is it an effect of the experience in the enchanted anthology? I am confused by the consequences of another, still affecting me as if I had been her.

In cold sweat, I reach down; half by half expecting, what could not possibly be there, yet there is it. I know I had felt the tube inserted into my vagina in that enchanted story. It is, as if it had in fact actually happened to me; the tube is in place, even if I can't account for how that had even happened. It is responsible, for me being wet. It is no mere sensation, I am actually slippery and soaking wet.

While I am at it, I could as well confirm; so I reach further, only to find the third tube exactly where I knew I should find it. Just the one detail, the plug is inside the tube.

I feel the plug inside, but I can't touch it with either hooves or magic.

“Exactly what kind of tubes are these, and what kind of a plug had been inserted into my rear orifice?” I ponder.

Aside from the obvious, they are all crafted out of a slipper, clear rubber. It seems, the purpose is to excite me as the wearer and make me horny. For whom had I been set up, assuming it is not the one giving me the book in the first place?

“If I can not even reach either of these tubes, or the plug; who could, and would do it for me?” I ponder; looking around me, in the small room.

First now, I notice the item I had never seen before; where it is standing on the night stand by my bed, as if I had placed it there the night before. Or, had it come with the gifts, during the night?

“Who are you, my dear Ballerina?” I inquire.

I had indeed spoken the question out aloud, not realizing, I had never uttered a single syllable, earlier today. This is indeed a new day, I had slept the entire night; since I had accepted the book, given to me by Twilight. Indeed, Princess Twilight Sparkle gave me this book, but for what purpose?

The ballerina stops, turns back and fixes me with her gaze. It is, as if she had indeed heard me; free to react and respond to me, to what I say.

I am at least not, at my wits end. If not for the one incident at the Royal castle in Canterlot, where I helped and guided the Princesses Celestia and Luna with a problem; I would still have been scared out of daylight, right then and there. A statuette does not respond, and it does certainly not stop and answer questions.

“I was punished, for a crime I committed; now I had been sentenced, to stand guard over you, and to help you as best I can!” she responds, in her clear, tiny statuette voice.

“You were sentenced, to stand guard over me; and to help me, where you can? I inquire.

“If I am standing, as a ballerina on your night stand; then I am standing guard over you, because you cracked up the book, with my enchantment!” she points out, opening up the dialogue of explanation.

“Am I blessed, or cursed; in the act of reading the book? How are you expected to help me, and how do you intend to fulfill your obligation?” I put forth.

“Either, or both; it is in your nature, your choices As to how, that is entirely up to you! I can do more, than just lecture you; in how to act and why not to choose certain paths!” she points out.

“I guess, the blessing is preferable, if I have a choice! I can ask you questions, then; because I am not taking well to lectures, such as I understand!” I point out.

“Right now, I would suggest that you do take the opportunity to enjoy your breakfast!” she offers.

“That does sound, like a good idea!” I respond.

For now, I leave her on the nightstand; as I turn towards the door, trotting out of the room. I only stop long enough, to open the door, then close it behind myself.