Twilight Is Not (Entirely) Sane
It’s a known fact of life that some minds are at the most efficient when constantly stimulated with challenges of all sorts, even if they happen to be pointless or a distraction from the actual work needing to be done.
While Twilight’s work ethic was spotless in both her duties as a school headmaster and as a scientist-princess, it wasn’t exactly the easiest of regimes to follow. Coupled with her relative lack of luck in attracting both stallions and mares alike, and her mind had started to go in some pretty bizarre places.
“Twilight… are you really sure you want to do this?” Spike hesitantly whispered after he took a look at the many standing ponies that had gathered before the sheet metal stage, which had a few neon light arrows calling attention to the big brick-like aquamarine hollow block placed in the dead center of it like a monolith in a sci-fi movie, and a banner proclaiming that Princess Twilight was ready to show herself to her subjects at the most intimate. The only thing protecting the backstage from prying eyes was, essentially, a tall metal-and-wood fence.
“Spike, we have talked about this,” she said in a similarly low whisper. “I know what I’m doing. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t find the perfect blocker and had managed to make it a spray, and hadn’t figured out a way to protect my ovaries with magic. It will be fine.”
“I didn’t mean that way, I’m worried about the crowd, what if they don’t like it at all?” Spike’s tone was a little aggravated but still calm.
“I guess I will just get out of it and finish normally,” she said with a shrug. “It’s not like I need to, I just want to have my way and enjoy myself for once.”
Spike raised one of his long-nailed fingers and opened his mouth, but then closed it in a fist and put it over his mouth, murmuring as he realized that nothing was going to stop Twilight from meeting the crowd in a meeting– that was guaranteed– no one was going to forget soon.
Twilight Looked one last time at the rolling tray. Every instrument needed for her performance had been nicely lined up in order of planned, and labeled with a ribbon of a different color as a reminder of what went where: red for the vagina; green for the anus, and blue for the mouth. With that done, she clenched her butt and vag for a quick responsiveness check, before taking a deep breath. Her heart was going fast and she was blushing, already savoring the results.
Her high heels clicked and clanked against the stage, the spectators’ bustle soon replaced by roaring applause and whistling as she walked on the stage with an embarassed confidence she had rarely displayed in her life, Spike not too far away as she pushed the tray onto the stage and next to the cube.
“Stallions and mares of Ponyville: as I have promised, I am here to present to you my most intimate and personal secrets. For much too long I– you! have been denied the chance to witness them, and as such, I have decided to bridge that gap in hor– knowledge. Without further ado, let’s start!”
The ponies gathered around the stage started to loudly murmur in a confused manner as they watched Twilight step inside the cube, placed the rolling tray not far away and pull a curtain to her side.
Spike signed the sundisk for good luck and to calm his nerves, and, sight unseen from the crowd, grabbed onto the massive electrical switch behind the scenes and pushed down with all his might.
There was a couple of sparks and a brief sound of buzzing electricity, before the cube slowly lit up, bathing the onlookers in a sickly green glow that, soon, waned and became an emerald weak light and, then finally, a faint green glow…
Which revealed Twilight’s entire skeleton. At first it was merely her bones and nothing else, but, as it settled down at a lower power, more things came into view, like the many items she had donned just for this occasion: the metal-framed glasses; her bra’s underwiring and decorative metal charms giving a decent outline of her breasts; her skinny jeans’ zipper; her buttplug firmly entrenched inside her cute small but; and her high heels’ internal pin. The crowd stared in dumbfounded silence, as Twilight turned around and wiggled her invaded hips around, her tail bones whirling around and her back twisting to accommodate the awkward pose she was taking just for this purpose.
“But this is not all!” Twilight exclaimed while she clenched and unclenched and shook her bum, suppressing moans as she did so, using her still-working mind to silently count down the moment of optimal visibility-to-reveal ratio. “Because there is so much more that you need to see!”
Just as she shouted it from behind the box, the image slowly took a less skeletal quality, by now showing a pretty good outlining of Twilight’s supple flesh, including how her C-cup breasts were fairly squeezed inside her bra, and that her butt was petite but also looked filed down to perfect roundness, though her bones were still very much visible. Twilight could only wish she had video footage of what was going on outside, but her brain could fill in all the gaps, taking all her mental strenght to not just touch herself then and there, to let others see just how much she enjoyed to be seen and just how much she was willing to show.
From the point of view of the very confused spectators, Twilight was now using her bony fingers to pull down her zipper and then her trousers. Then, with her leaning forward, her hand peeked out of the curtain to pick up something round and long from the tray, right before taking a side pose. Twilight bit her lip, heart going as fast as a charging war drum, as she looked at the long, purple and studded dildo she was holding in her hands, a true marvel of X-ray proof sex toys, and the mere thought of what was she going to do next was enough to make her folds wet up to prepare themselves.
She used the tip to poke at her cavern’s entrance, an action that looked like she was shyly checking whether the dildo could fit inside her pussy or not. Then, suddenly, she shoved it right up her pussy, and what the crowd saw was the artificial dick riding very deep inside of Twilight, filling up her love canal completely and up to her womb, and that her pelvic muscles were doing everything in their power to brush and massage it, an action that Twilight’s pleased moans did indeed attest for anyone in doubt.
Losing most of her inhibition, she slipped out of her shoes and trousers and, while still holding the dildo deep inside of her with one hand, she used the other to unbutton her shirt and start squeezing her own boobs, an action that didn’t go unnotice from onlookers, as a few of them had started to groan and moan in appreciation, surely getting off at the sight of such a beautiful mare revealing all of herself in such a novel and strange way.
And she could hear them too. And that only gave her more ideas.
She expelled the dildo with a push that was way more visible to outsiders than it was to her, letting it fall onto the ground. She took off her shirt and then hooked her bra, throwing it on the ground, right before picking up a rocket-shaped vibrator, which she twisted at the base to make it go, before inserting it. The vibration more than anything helped her walls quiver and shake, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine and creatin puddles of mare juices at her hooves, while from the outside her entire hips and muscles and organs seemed tremble at the vibrators' speed.
By this point, she couldn't really think anything. Feeling slutty, needy and more than a little adventurous, between moans and groan Twilight shouted, “Any stallion wants to please their princess? I’d like to show you more closely!” as she beaned her clitoris, reinforcing the feedback loop of electricity and heat caused by the stimulation and the thought of being seen x-rayed as she stimulated herself.
For a little while Twilight kept going with her radiological masturbation session, her pussy still pressing against the grooves like a vacuum sealer seals food and her butt trying to do much the same, and all the while she was seen as the mere standing pile of slutty bones Twilight was by watchers.
But, then, out of nowhere, somebody did seem to take up that offer: a black stallion in aviator fatigues and a massive frame, capable of using his sheer body mass to dislodge and plow aside anyone standing his way between him and the stage. Running like mad, he climbed into the stage and outright dived into the box, his hands freeing his monster cock on the fly.
Twilight noticed him and expelled the dildo with a push that was way more visible to outsiders than it was to her. She didn’t even resist his stumbling embrace, or his dick sliding right inside of her vagina and penetrating her cervix, something that anyone looking at the real-time X-ray could tell it was indeed happening.
The crowd erupted in (rather confused and horny) cheers as they watched Thunderlane wiggle his massive cock inside of Twilight, trying as hard as he could to poke her uterus' walls as Twilight cried out in both pleasure for the utterly novel sensation, and pain at it being done for the first time to her. She never expected for it to feel that way, painfully warm and pleasant, but it did, and the mere fact that the entirety of Ponyville could watch her twitching cunt trying to get more of that dick, and her heart racing as she enjoyed it all made it all better for her, who she could only moan and groan.
Her drippingly wet pussy was reaching its wits' end, and, soon, with a peak of heat that made Twilight feel as if she had been set on fire by a benevolent god, she let out a bestial pleasured cry that ringed through it all, as she squited on Thunderlane's balls, who, for his part, seemingly as fast in bed as he was in flight, groaned silently and cummed into Twilight's untouched pussy, an action that the crowd could see perfectly well happening from its origins in his prostate to the delivery right into the womb, passing through the journey in his dick.
Twilight sighed pleased as she leaned against the cube's walls, and fainted after a short while.
"All... worth... it..." she muttered before blacking out.
When Twilight woke up again, she found herself in her bed, and with a cassette tape placed next to her bedstand. Twilight graoned weakly as she reached out to pick it up.
She tried to look at it, but her vision was still a little too blurry. She rubbed her eyes for several seconds, and finally she could read the title: "Twilight's X-rayed Sex Vol. 1" it read. She sighed before turning it around.
Behind it, a scrap of paper, which had something written on it.
Twilight brought it closer to her eyes, until it was basically attached to her muzzle.
"Hello Twilight! It's me, Thunderlane!" it said "Sorry about me not lasting very long, I'm just not very used to this sort of thing. I just wanted to tell you, I've bought you a pregnancy test just to be sure, and I also think we might want to do this again... whenever you can find the time, that is. I have lots to learn about anatomy, after all..."
Twilight's mind took a few seconds to process it all, but when her cylinders were firing right again, she smiled widely.
Jackpot.
Author's Note
Maybe too much of a visual fetish for working, for some said I should have written this, so I did.
Somebody else might enjoy!
