Stuffed Starlight

The chest scraped loudly along the floorboards as Sunburst heaved it slowly away from the wall an inch at a time—just making enough room for the lid to move. He leaned over it and with a flicker of his horn, the lock on the front unlatched with a nearly imperceptible click.

There was a hiss—like a seal was being broken for the first time in years—as the chest’s hinges relaxed a tiny puff of smoke escaping the inside brought a slight, musky, scent of dust to Sunburst’s nostrils.

He hesitated, the smell making his nose curl up slightly and sniffle. There was a slight chill that ran up the back of Sunburst’s neck, starting at his dock and tracing the path all along his spine into the base of his head and then to the very tip of his horn.

Something about this felt... wrong. Naughty. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, shouldn’t be going back to this now, after all this time, but still... The hairs were standing on the back of his neck, and Sunburst’s breathing had been coming in short, excited pants as the brush on his cheeks fogged his lenses.

Even so...

Do it

The tiny vices in his head were repeating.

Do it

His heart beating in his chest like a drum, Sunburst pushed the glasses back up the bridge of his nose and inhaled, then squeezed his eyes shut. He threw the lid of the chest open and was immediately hit by a wave of cool air, and a double-helping of the musky, dusty stench from inside but more than anything, he could smell the faint scent of fabric softener.

A daintily tickling of lavender and mushrooms danced across the nostrils, enticing him to open his eyes, and glance down into the bottom of the chest.

It was full of stacks of papers, old books, and stationary—all of the things he’s left behind as a student—but none of that were of any interest to him right now. Pushing the books aside, he rummaged to the bottom of the chest, digging deeper until he finally found the object of his desire:

Sunburst leaned back out of the chest, breathing a sigh of relief.

It was like being reacquainted with an old friend, or finally meeting a much longer missed lover...

He lit his horn and levitated the stuffed figure out of the chest. A chill ran up the back of his spine once more as he could finally set eyes on it. A single throb passed unnoticed along his length as a fresh bead of sweat landed on the floor between his legs and Sunburst’s smile spread along with the deepening blush currently misting his glasses with every breath.

It was purple. Nearly the exact same shade as Starlight’s coat, save of the slight dusting of grey and the browning patches on the flanks and, in some places, her hooves and face—the natural outcome of normal wear and tear, and just plain old age were showing pretty clear, but the resemblance was still there.

With her mane done up into two cute little ponytails—Sunburst lamented the incorrect colours, but he still distinctly remembered the difficulty he’d had with getting the exact right colours for the mane strips, and how he’d eventually resigned to using a passable shade of pink.

The two ponytails flipped and tousled freely as the doll was moved between Sunburst’s magic and his hooves, and her head was turned over, looking up to face Sunburst as he smiled down into its lifeless—adorably-detailed, and lovingly stitched, but lifeless all the same—expression.

It was Starlight. It was His Starlight. It looked exactly like her down to the smallest detail. Even with the imperfections, this was a nearly-perfect replica of his childhood friend, and though a part of him didn’t think he would ever see this plush again, deep down Starlight couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of a relief to know that it was still intact—that such a big part of his past, and the object that had single-hoofedly gotten him through the toughest eighteen years of his life—was miraculously still okay.

It came as a shock to Sunburst when he finally let the words slip. They came as no more than a whisper between his heady pants, and it was almost jolting to hear his own voice so desperate. “I… I love you…”

Equally shocking was the way the plushie responded. It was with a jolt of Sunburst’s hoof, that he felt her head flop and turn his direction, locking eyes with him.

I missed you, Sunburst

Sunburst inhaled sharply. The room suddenly became frigid, his fur tingling and standing on end—not sure whether by surprise or excitement—as he sucked in the ait through his nose. His mouth hung agape. He was panting with hot breaths fogging his glasses, but between waves of fog clouding his vision, Sunburst stared down at the plush form of his very best friend.

There was a moment of pregnant pause in which a stabbing of guilt ran through Sunburst’s mind. Just the briefest moment of doubt—Was he really going to do this?

His flare—not quite as hard as before, but still needy and dripping came into focus over the plushie’s back, inches away from the chest in which the plushie had just been stowed.

Sunburst squeezed his eyes shut. Pursing his lips, he took one more breath, revelling in the scent of the faux fur, and closed the gap.

“I-I missed you too…” he said.

The fabric was coarse but soft. A close approximation to a real pony’s fur. It matted quickly as his lips came into contact with the plushie’s expressionless smile, and as soon as their lips had made contact, it was like an explosion of fireworks going off inside his head.

He swooned as the sparks flew between them, panting and chest heaving, Sunburst came to bear with his entire weight against the plushie, the excitement sending shivers and tiny shakes all throughout his entire body.

It was like he was a colt all over again, back in his dorm room in his first year of magical wizardry collage. Awkward and aggressively horny, he’d been caught more than one time snogging the mop, all of them almost exactly like this—his erection standing strong as an iron beam, shot out in front of him as he crouched on two legs, hooves wondering over Starlight’s imagined curves as his lips played over her own.

At some point, approximately three years into his studies, he’d finally worked up the courage to go out and start his project—He’d collected materials from the local textile stores, using the excuse that it was for his grandmother, and after school he’d sneak into the Home Economics labs to use their sewing machines.

Panting gave way to moans and a soft whinny as he pulled the stuffed toy flush against his barrel—her soft body conforming easily to the shape of his own. Of course the tassels had been the hardest part to recreate, as previously established, but by far the part Sunburst was most proud of… was the shape of her body.

His hooves slowly started to wonder. Starting at the back of Starlight’s head, they inched lower, trailing down the back of her spine—following the curve of her neck and across the crux of her back, Sunburst’s breathing picked up in pace as he neared the lower half of her barrel, and he paused with his hooves hovering just above the cutie marks, feeling the curves of her hips as they merged perfectly into the nape of her belly.

He allowed his eyes to drift closed for a moment, and his vision was instantly filled with the pictures of the beautiful mare in front of him: Starlight Glimmer, in all of her picturesque glory. Her young, lithe body matched perfectly to the contours and firmness of the plush toy as it was pressed against his. Her eyes were closed and her gentle moans and humming filled his ears. Sunburst’s throat vibrated as he mimicked the tones she would make.

Though his voice was deeper, he could easily picture what it would sound like if it was coming from her mouth as the two of them pressed their lips together.

All it took was a little spark of magic, and Sunburst was able to articulate the plushie’s hooves. He pulled her forelegs over his shoulders and he had Starlight wrapping her hooves over the back of his neck, playing and tousling his mane as the rest of her body pressed further into his and his own hooves continued their journey southward, exploring the plushie’s supple form.

Moving past the cutie marks, Sunburst’s hooves came to the round rump, and he formed a tight grip over the mare’s cheeks. They were filled with beans—literally, not figuratively—so giving them a squeeze he was able knead them slightly and feel the fur becoming taught under his touch

He could feel the rest of her body softly settle into his hold, and moving slowly at first, Sunburst gently guided Starlight’s flank further down. Bringing her pelvis in line with his own, he pressed the underside of what would be her dock against the base of his shaft, sanding a spike of electricity through his nerves.

“Ah—” Breaking off from the kiss, he inhaled sharply, shuddering as the faux fur played against the sensitive skin of his sheath.

His eyes fluttered for a second as he looked through the haze of his foggy glasses. Sunburst could barely believe his eyes. For a second it almost looked like he was staring down at the real thing. His purple foalhood crush from an era long gone was right there, straddling his cock with her tail curled and pushed to the side.

Her eyes were looking into his as he felt both of her flanks, kneading her supple tender flesh like it was ripe for the picking—

Sunburst’s cock throbbed, the muscles in his groin tensing as his balls clenched—The shaft flexed and there was a loud, shuddering rumble as the chest was knocked out of the way. The end of his flare flipped upwards, tensing painfully skyward and pinning the plushie against his chest as his glans kissed the nape of Starlight’s neck. There was a string of precum left behind, stretching to the trembling opening of his cockhead as it shakily retreated away from between her ponytails.

“Ah—F-Buck,” Sunburst hissed between clenched teeth. “S-Starlight—” Averting his vision suddenly, Sunburst tried to screw his eyes shut. Pushing all the thoughts to the back of his mind, the smell of his own arousal still crept through into his nostrils. “Fuuuuuck—” he swore again under his breath, tilting his head away,

Everything in his body was screaming at him to fuck, to cum, to blow his load into this pretty little mare as deep as it would go. He needed to breed and make her his own.

Biting on his lip, the distinctive, acrid tinge of iron lapped upon his tongue as he thrust again, shuddering, against Starlight’s tail. He grunted and toppled down with his back to the floor—his flare pulsing and tensing as the first droplets of cum started to creep from the tip.

Another blob of precum shot from the end, followed by the tiny trail of white as the beginning heads of seed started to leak from the end. He could feel the peak just in front of him—just a little bit closer. It was inches away as he struggled to hold onto his breath, to keep it going, just a little. Bit. M—

All of a sudden there was a click of motion. Nothing loud, nothing unnatural. Just the distinct clink of a pebble that made Sunburst’s ears prick and swivel. Almost all at once, the stallion froze on the spot, halting his motion and panting, chest heaving as his eyes turned to his surroundings.

The room was empty.

Nothing but the distant random flickering of the dim lights, but then—

Click

There it was again.

Everything else forgotten, Sunburst glanced at the plushie in his hooves, asking it the silent question, to which he made its shoulders shrug. “W-What was that?”