Twilight Sparkle sighed in frustration. Her hands were covered in bean paste, several cans of the stuff empty and dropped haphazardly on the floor by her feet. One foot worked the pedal of her personal pottery wheel, the paste spinning as her fingers pressed and molded the pliant material into the shape she wanted. This was how she created a business, with her own hands and imagination. This was how she created the first beanis. This was how she designed her first farm-to-bedroom, all organic, non-GMO, vegetarian-friendly marital aids.
This was how Twilight Sparkle relaxed these days when she was alone and no one, especially not her parents, was anywhere nearby. She sculpted dicks by hand. By feel. Of course, after the first few models, the product had moved to laser cut molds that were perfect replicas within the acceptable range of nanometers that made them addictive without being overwhelmingly desirable on sight. The magic of Dash’s penis was an odd thing, even for magic. It had to fit into very specific metrics. Too much one way and anyone that saw it would be compelled to shove it as deep as possible into their nearest orifice. Too much the other and it fell into an equally strange and perplexing uncanny valley of dick-like things. Seeing how close she could get on her own—eyeballing it—proceeding by tactile biofeedback alone was its own sort of pleasing frustration that led to a state of relaxation.
“I don’t feel very relaxed.” Twilight mumbled to herself. She gently squeezed the bean paste, the stuff spiralling upward like a magnificent erection. “In fact, I feel downright stressed!” She kept squeezing, and the shaft of beans spun out of control, the top heavy knob wobbling until it tipped over and centrifugal force threw it all over the sculpting room. The splatter hit her in the face, knocking her glasses sideways while the rest hit the plain plaster walls and smooth tile floor.
The pottery wheel started to slow down, the pedal still, throwing a tiny spray of loose bean paste in another wide arc across Twilight’s sculpting room.