Desperate Measures

After dinner, and after everyone showered and went to bed, Guin pulled out the box that Seascape had given her. It was one with a latch and a lock, though the lock wasn't engaged and the key was lightly looped around the bolt. She had a booklight that she sometimes used to stay up reading scary stories, but none of those stories compared to her reality. She grabbed that, as well, and clicked it on, illuminating half of her bed in soft blue light.

She unlatched the box, taking a look at Jenny. She was asleep, and that was good, because it meant Guin was alone enough. Inside the box, a few magazines were stacked, along with a rubber tube in an unmarked cardboard box. She set the tube aside, and pulled out the magazines.

There were three. The first featured a muscular, suave stallion on the front. He was covering up the name of the magazine with his head, as she could see some letters behind him, but all she could make out was "PLA_ _ _LLY." He, too, had a baggy thing between his legs, but unlike Jack's, his was covered up by cloth. Perhaps she could buy him something like this to keep them from hanging too low?

The next was called "RUSTLER," and the picture on the front featured a stallion and a mare. He had pinned her to the desk, and seemed to have slammed her against it so hard that her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue popped out of her mouth. She didn't know why Seascape had sent such violent imagery in a magazine named for foalnappers, so she moved on.

The third one was not, as she had initially thought, a magazine, but a paperback book. "The Pony Sutra," it was called, and it had some weird glyph as the cover image; a circle with a horizontal line in the middle, interrupted by two boxes at the exact center. This one seemed the best place to start, as it was an actual book.

She opened the cover, and the first page was a wall of text. She had expected a table of contents that she could skim, as she didn't have all the time in the world to go over this, but with that no longer an option, she had to just flip a few pages, glancing at the first few words of every paragraph.

Or so she thought. After a few pages, pictures began to show up. They were captioned with words like "7A," "7B," and "8A." The numbers seemed to correspond to the page numbers, and the pictures were in alphabetical order. That is, "12A" was at the top of the page and "12B" was at the bottom. Never more than two images per page until page thirty-six, where there were eight separate images of a step-by-step instruction on how to do... something. She wasn't sure, because she wasn't really reading the text.

Then she came to a section in the back, With a big word at the top of the page: "SOLO." The first section showed pictures of a pony with the sack like Jack had, as well as the long rubber tube, between his legs. Glancing at the text, it indicated that this was "male masturbation techniques." Further skimming read "caress the balls (fig. 73C) softly, so as not to cause pain."

This led her to some conclusions that she had already suspected. Those things that didn't quite look like balls between Jack's legs were indeed what was being referred to as "balls." They looked more egg-shaped to her, but even the book was in agreement; these were balls. It also confirmed that these were, in fact, a male thing. Her gran had instilled in her the idea that it was rude to look between somepony's legs, so she'd never really noticed, but it made sense now. Her theory aligned with the descriptions provided by the other moms, which were in agreement with the book. It had to be true.

Still, though, where was the tube? She'd seen between Jack's legs twice, and had taken note of his balls. She knew it was rude, but she hadn't meant to stare. What she hadn't seen was the rubber tube. This book was about ponies, though, and he was a donkey. Perhaps he was different?

The next section was more familiar, detailing female masturbation techniques. She'd never done anything like in the pictures, but she had most of the parts. Her breasts were significantly smaller, but perhaps the mare in the drawings had been enhanced to show details.

She was missing one part: a hoof. She could replicate what was happening in the images if she had a hoof, but she wasn't sure if she could do it with a claw. She thought about waking Jenny or Jack, but knew that Seascape had said to be alone. She didn't want to disappoint Seascape, especially since she still needed her help.

Then she remembered the tube in the box. It was vaguely hoof-shaped.

She pulled it out of the box. It was firm, but still quite floppy. If she held the bottom end of it straight up, the top would bend forty-five degrees or so. She could probably apply more pressure to bend it even more, but that wasn't the point.

She grabbed the top end in her claw and held it like a hoof. Carefully, she followed the motions the book showed her, first rubbing it against her breasts as indicated. Whether it was because she was a gryphon and not a pony, or because she wasn't doing it correctly, or maybe her breasts just weren't big enough, nothing seemed to happen. The book had said that larger motions would stimulate a bigger response, and her breasts could barely move.

The next section, however, had much better results. After rubbing the tube against her vagina for a bit (the book called it a pussy, but it also referred to both a clitoris and clitoral hood, neither of which Guin could find on herself), she felt like she was going to pee herself, but also not. Maybe a little bit, as a fluid did run from her, but it didn't smell like pee, and it was thick, like phlegm.

Breathing a bit heavier, which was odd because she hadn't been working that hard, she decided to call it a night. She cleaned the tube and herself with a rag, stuffed everything back into the box, and locked it tight. She would try more tomorrow, if she could find the time to be alone.