Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

While Tanna escorted Gloam to school –a random variation in routine, designed to throw a wrench into the works of any scheme an adversary might have to study the more predictable routes of the school-provided proctors– Twilight lounged back to the bedroom. Idly looking around, she chanced to note that the vibrator from last night was hanging partway out of a drawer. Submitting to her keen sense of Alles in Ordnung she opened the drawer wider to properly stow the device.

“Woah.”

The drawer was completely full of sex toys.

“I can’t even tell where some of these would fit,” she mused.

“Would you care for some explanations?”

“Bear? Why aren’t you with Tanna?”

“I am with Tanna, Princess. My presence is not strictly limited to the spatial locus of one material artifact; I am in many places. Shall I show you how she used that one?”

Twilight nodded absently as she held one of the objects she had retrieved from Tanna’s stash.

“Tanna?”

A figure of Twilight’s wife, composed entirely of light, had appeared – she moved as if to take the toy from Twilight.

“Hologram,” explained Bear, “a three dimensional picture made of light. The incident you are currently reviewing took place two years ago.”

The hologram of Tanna did look a little younger. She moved away, now holding a hologram of the toy in her immaterial hands; Twilight still held the physical original. Tanna stuck the toy to the wall with its suction cup; from a tube of gel she slathered it with lubricant. The toy itself was a series of some eight beads separated by thinner, semi-flexible connections. The smallest was little more than an almond and the great one near the base almost a hen’s egg.

Realizing that the actual toy was not needed for the demonstration, Twilight tucked it back into its drawer and walked over so she could watch as Tanna positioned her anus against the tip of the holographic toy and began to push. One after another the beads disappeared into Tanna’s ass, sphincter closing down on the narrow connection between each bead and its neighbor.

She stopped at the seventh without assaying the last and largest. Slowly she pulled away, withdrawing until only the smallest was still inside, repeating the motion several times more before working herself to a faster pace.

“Oh, Twilight,” the image of Tanna moaned, “I’d do anything to have you here right now.”

“Tanna, Tanna, I’m right here!” Twilight said, in spite of herself.

Tanna froze, a flicker of static passing across her.

“Just a recording,” Bear reminded the Princess.

“I know,” Twilight said sharply. “Don’t stop. I gotta see if she can—”

Back in motion, Tanna continued the cycle, pushing harder with each in-stroke until she had encompassed the ultimate goal. She paused for breath, then slowly rocked her hips, slipping on and off of that singular immensity as the smaller beads reciprocated deeper inside.

“Are we spying on her?” the Princess asked, hypnotized by the sight of Tanna’s asshole stretching and shrinking as the silicone egg passed in and out.

“It’s just like watching a show, but this actually happened.”

Twilight would have liked to argue the point, but there was more to see.

While the first Tanna continued to analize herself, another Tanna hologram retrieved a small control box from the drawer, and a variety of wireless accessories. Two clipped to her nipples. A latex panty held two motorized phalli buried deep in her ass and pussy, and elastic straps positioned a smaller vibe over her clit. The central peripheral, a dildo of reasonable girth but excessive length was attached to the wall. As Tanna began sucking the cybernetic mastercock, its sensors sent data to the control box and the vibrators around her body began to buzz in response to her actions. The deeper and faster she took the cock into her throat, the more powerful the stimulation and the further the two trapped dildos extended. The speed of insertion and withdrawal sped controlled the base vibrational buzzing of the various vibrators, whereas a particularly deep insertion would trigger a wave of intense buzzing that would crash over her body from random direction. The feedback loop drove that Tanna to exceed herself in desperate self-irrumatio, taking it further down her throat.

Another Tanna perched on the bed, down on her knees and leaning on one hand. With her other hand she reached behind. The dildo she gripped was not super large, but past her fist it split into two parallel shafts. Peering over her shoulder she carefully lined up the twin heads with the available openings: two insertable shafts of differing girth, two openings of differing constriction. Before pushing, she paused and gave the device half a turn, swapping the larger shaft and the smaller.

The next holographic vision of Tanna to appear retrieved an enormous dildo from the collection – one that no longer rested in the drawer. The shear size of it explained why Twilight’s pony cock hadn’t split Tanna in half that first night. Suctioning the huge dong onto the corner of her desk, she turned and simplysat onto its entire length. She must have been having a horny, desperate, day because she was already dripping and the dildo slid in, almost without resistance, and Tanna humped it vehemently. The thickness of the shaft spread her labia wide, leaving the clit well exposed for full view and the merciless flicking it received as this Tanna, too, began to plead for the Princess of Friendship to redeem her.

Other Tannas, their ages varying from little older than when Twilight had met Tangent, to little younger than her age the night Twilight returned, filled the room, and themselves. Toys, produce and other improvisations, and fingers, penetrated, rubbed, and schlicked them on the sea of lust. And on each Tanna’s tongue, the Princess’s name.

One particular poignant instance simply knelt on the floor before Twilight, holding a vibrator tightly against her clitoris. It was the very same vibrator that real Tanna had used on the Princess’s dick just last night. Tanna must have been staring into space as she masturbated, but to Twilight it felt like she was making eye contact. Tears ran down her face and as the vibrator hit max speed, she began to keen with desire.

It was too much. Surrounded by jilling images of her wife, Twilight unzipped and began jacking her dick with one hand, cupping balls with the other, and the groaning song of much manic masturbation suffused the auditory landscape of the bedroom.

“Fuck…”

Moaning came from all directions, wherever Twilight looked, there was Tanna, servicing herself but yearning for the Princess.

“Why are you showing me this?” Twilight panted as her fist slid up and down her cock.

“I think you need to understand just how badly Tanna has missed you. She may have understated, somewhat.”

“I– I see.” Her hand was a blur of motion now. “Oh, fuck, Tanna, I didn’t realize.”

The roomful of Tanna holograms were collectively cresting, their many orgasmic cries a cacophony of need.

“Oh, Twilight!”

“Princess, I love you!”

“Please, I’m begging!”

“Glhmp! Glhmp! Glhmp!”

“Fill me, Princess!”

“Twilight!”

“Oh my love!”

Each image faded away as it passed climax, leaving Twilight alone with the last counterfeit, kneeling before her.

Twilight’s semen exploded from her rigid cock, spurt after spurt arcing through the space occupied by the hologram before landing on the floor. The last small surges ran down her knuckles as her hand slowed.

“Oh, Twilight,” the final Tanna hologram moaned aloud, staring directly into Twilight’s soul, her face slick with tears. “Twilight, please, please,save me.”