Simulation Stimulation

Trixie had hoped that Pomelo was just planning to wait until they were alone in her home before finishing things up, but the celebration had stretched out until the deep hours of the night. With a long walk hauling a full cart… well, it might only be a limited time that she spent in Starlight’s office, but she still felt every minute of it here.

Which, as much as it left Trixie’s libido unsatisfied, at least left her with the promise of being able to shoot for the real thing once she was back in the real world.

It also left her in the odd position of waking up with Pomelo nibbling at her mane and rubbing something hard and cool against her stomach.

“Time to get ready for your trip home,” Pomelo murmured. “Enough time to make some breakfast and give ye a gift t’remember me by.”

“Gift?” Trixie asked sleepily. Then she felt the cool hardness against her belly slide down, and a flared tip stroke against her neglected marehood. “Meep!”

“A little somethin’ I’ve been working on for a while now,” Pomelo chuckled. “Make your walk a little more interesting. If you’re game, go ahead and spread those haunches.”

Trixie giggled, but did as she was told, moaning as Pomelo worked the tip against her marehood. Slowly, she started pushing it in, filling Trixie with an unyielding dildo made of smooth stone. Pomelo worked it in and out a couple of times, getting Trixie worked up a little, and then strapped it in place.

"That should hold it until ye get back to your home an' get the suppressor off."

Trixie’s eyes popped wide open.

“Until - you want Trixie to wear this for the whole hike?” She squeaked, rolling over to look into Pomelo’s eyes. The earth pony pulled her in, kissing her hungrily before giving the base of the toy a push with her hoof, making the unicorn moan into her mouth. When she finally released the showmare, she pulled back with the same smug little smirk Starlight always had when she knew she’d won an argument. She lidded her eyes, leaning in close to whisper softly into Trixie’s ear.

“An’ I want you thinkin’ about me every step o’ the way, of me covering you with that wee beastie strapped to my flanks instead.”

Trixie whimpered as her body clenched down hard around the rigid thickness in her marehood, uselessly trying to pull it in deeper.

“You’re evil,” she pouted.

“Consider it a ‘thank you’ for last night… or an incentive to come back for the real thing an’ stick aroun’. Now, let’s get you fed an’ on the road. The sooner ye get back to the castle, the sooner ye can come back.”

“You make an excellent argument,” Trixie granted, climbing to her hooves and shaking out the sleep before she and Pomelo started making breakfast.

Within a few hours, Trixie was on her way up the road to the castle. Some of the villagers had come to see her off, but she had a feeling most of them were just glad to see her going. Fortunately, whatever Pomelo wanted, Trixie wouldn’t have to disappoint them by coming back.

Each step up the road made the stone dildo in her marehood shift around, working inside of her to keep a steady trickle of arousal coming down her thighs, but never enough to push her over the edge. She’d already been walking for about a half-hour, and it was damned near maddening if she didn’t stop every few minutes to let herself cool down. Of course, she couldn’t take too long - she had a cart full of vegetables to deliver, and the late summer sun wasn’t doing them any favors.

Besides, the sooner she got back to the castle, the sooner she got out of this simulation.

“Can’t Trixie just go back now?” She whined, starting back up the hill and trying to not think of the stone length pressing insistently up against her inner walls. “The lesson’s finished!”

“Lesson parameters require the delivery of the goods,” ‘Ziggy’ reminded her. “It is not the lesson plan’s fault that you decided to extend the process for carnal pursuits.”

“Hey, no commenting on Trixie’s carnal pursuits! You don’t even have a body to know what it’s like.”

“Evidently, frustrating, if your continued lack of progress is anything to go by.”

Trixie glared up at the brim of her hat, the best she could do to try incinerating the disembodied voice in her head.

“How much farther is it?”

“You should be past the glamor wall at the apparent crest of this hill.”

“Then Trixie’s progress cannot be that lacking!” She snapped. She started to pull the cart into a turn at the top of the hill, feeling a faint magical field washing over her.

Then Trixie’s jaw dropped, and her eyes turned upwards… and upwards… and up some more, until she could see the castle at the top of a steep trail that spiraled up the damned-near mountainous hill ahead of her, hidden by illusions to make it harder for those who weren’t supposed to know its location to mount an attack on.

“OH, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”

“Might I suggest that walking would be more productive than complaining.”

“Oh, believe me, Trixie is QUITE capable of doing both at the same time!” The showmare snapped.

She didn’t worry about doing both though, instead focusing on making the climb. The path was steep enough that there wasn’t really any place she could see to stop for a break on the way up, leaving her with no real alternative but to keep the hike going steadily. Her legs almost buckled a couple of times, as the toy strapped into her rubbed up against her winking clit. Mare juices drooled down her inner thighs with each step, her body trembling on the razor’s edge of orgasm more than once - but never getting that final release.

It felt like it took an hour to climb the hill, though the part of Trixie’s mind thinking about things other than getting out of the harness and getting off knew it couldn’t be that long. Fortunately, as she came around to the final approach, the portcullis was raised and other unicorns came out to help.

“Where have you been?”

“What happened to you?”

“Did those mudponies put this on you? Outrageous!” The magic suppressor was taken off, and one of the unicorns in the crowd picked Trixie up in their golden aura.

In just the right way to push the toy inside of her the extra fractions of an inch she needed.

Trixie cried out with pleasure and relief as her body spasmed and twitched, squirting out around the stone phallus inside of her and spraying the crowd with marecum. In any other situation, it would have been a humiliating display.

At least they aren’t actually real, Trixie comforted herself as she blacked out from the pleasure.