Things get Toasty
A prologue by Cosmic Afro.
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There were some things in life that Luna questioned often: taxes, mythology, when the next court session would be held, and… Celestia. Celestia, even as a sister, was a being that could have her own college class about her. Her ideals, her history, her sense of humor, and her leadership were all things to be studied rigorously; her senses of pleasure would be a textbook all on their own. And tonight on the table in front of her began the latest chapter.
It was quite clear that the object on the round, wooden table was her sister. The metallic facings were chrome colors of her ethereal mane and the four rubber stubs at the bottom had golden decorations on them. The chord was white, coiled, and the end dangled near a wall plug. It didn’t have eyes, but the knobs on the front were the color of her pupils. That, and it began to talk to her through the three openings at the top.
“Ahh, Luna! I’m glad you received my summons to my chamber.” The toaster did not move, yet the voice carried Celestia’s tone.
Luna jabbed the contraption on top. “I was wondering why it was a bit… singed when I received it. Are-” she shook her head in disbelief. “Have you become a toaster?”
The toaster… nodded. “Yes.”
The younger sister asked the question on the forefront of her mind. “Why? And, why?” she stressed a second time. She began to channel magic through her horn to undo what was surely an accident, but her sister yelled at her.
“No, stop! I have achieved something fantastic by doing this.”
Powering down her surge, Luna cocked her head. “Pray tell, what? Simple transformation magics are nothing new to the magical world.”
“Yes, but I feel everything!” Celestia wiggled the cord, something that should not happen in a simple transformation spell.
Luna took a step back, hesitant of this discovery. Her mind turned to a storm of questions and thoughts. Turning ponies into sentient objects, that kind of information could be incredibly valuable to the kingdom. Under the cover of night, ponies could hop cargo ships to foreign countries and become spies without a single being knowing that they were false. Such easy intelligence could surely benefit Equestria and put them back at the top of the game. It could be possible that not even changelings would be able to detect them so long as these objects could not feel emotion but could still move. It’d be a direct counter. “Incredible.”
“It feels so amazing, Luna. Turn me on!”
Her face dropped. “What?”
“Just turn my knob on the first slot.”
Luna walked back and rested a hoof on the knob. It currently pointed towards the number one. With a mixture of a furrowed brow and confusion, she twisted it to two. Her eyebrow was cocked when her sister moaned in pleasure at such a simple move. Out of morbid curiosity, she continued to three, then four, then five, each one eliciting a much more powerful moan of ecstasy from her sister. “You mean to say, you enjoy this?”
Luna twisted the second knob to three without stopping and Celestia shivered. “Ahh, yes! More, twist my knobs more!”
The night princess was glad she had closed her sister’s door behind her. If the guards could hear this nonsense, she was sure the rumors would be less than desirable. Though, the thought did cross her mind now. What exactly WAS she touching if her sister gained pleasure from this simple action? Was she molesting her sister without even knowing it?
But, her sister did crave a very unique sense of pleasure as a consequence of her lifespan. She would not deprive her search from her. Resolute, Luna rubbed her hooves together and began twisting all three knobs at random intervals.
“Ahh, oh Luna! Don’t stop doing that!”
Luna looked down into the toaster and saw the wiring beginning to heat up. A rhythm building up, she began twisting them systematically. First, the middle and right, then the middle and left, then the far ends.
One.
Five.
One.
Five.
One.
Five.
Tease on three. Jerk it to five. Luna was determined to mess with her sister’s knobs. The top of the toaster was beginning to smoke as well. Her sister’s cord was wiggling around a bit too, coiling and uncoiling to the beat. She levitated the cord’s end into the outlet and plugged her sister in.
“Oh-hooo Luna! I can feel the current rushing through me!”
Luna felt her stomach grumble and an odd idea entered her head. She summoned three slices of bread, white with no grain and held them in front of Celestia. “Shall I put these into you?”
Luna had no clear description as to how, but Celestia was begging for it to be done. Wordlessly, she slipped in the first slice into the right compartment.
“Ahh, yes! I feel so full in there!” The clamps on the side of that slot grabbed the bread with terrifying grip. The wiring in the side was already working on warming it up, probably beyond the three mark it currently rested on.
Messing with the knobs some more, Luna levitated some slack in the cord and began to sensually stroke it with the next bread slice. “Is this what you want? Do you want another slice of bread in you?”
“Oh, yes! So much!”
Wiggling it over her middle, Luna teased. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“Oh, please! I’m your dirty little toaster! Push it all the way down inside me! Break my clamps on the side! I just need your wheat in me!”
Luna dropped the bread in and quickly snatched it out, just before her sister could grab it. She continued this process again and again, watching with growing interest as her sister’s traps closed with such ferocity in front of her. Then, as commanded, she shoved the bread in. Luna’s mind vacillated between the moral implications of this.
“YES!”
But hearing her sister yell for more put those thoughts to rest.“Do you want me to fill all your holes? There’s one still begging for attention.” Luna wiggled the bread over it. The first piece of toast popped out with a heart singed into it. Luna waved her head from side to side. “No no, that piece isn’t ready. Hardly done.” She pushed it back in.
“AHHH. Please! Let me pop! Let me pop my slots and make a ding!”
Simultaneously, Luna twisted all the knobs to five, granting her sister immense pleasure. The toaster smoked in delight, but paid the price in having to wait longer for her to finish.
Without warning, Luna summoned not a slice of bread, but a bagel slice and shoved it in.
“Oh! It’s so big! It’s so big!”
Luna nodded and stroked her sister’s cord up and down. Then, her eyes caught something she missed before. The automatic raising button on the side that would lift all three slots at once. With a coy smile, Luna began twisting the far left knob.
“Ahh, Luna? What are you doing?”
“You’re going to reach that ding. Ready?”
The toaster whimpered. “I’m ready! It’s so warm inside me! I can’t take much more! I might short circuit!”
“On three.”
“Yes!”
“One.”
“AHHH!”
Luna grinned. Right as she said two, she lifted the lever and the slices of toast and the bagel flew out of her sister and into the air. With deftness and precision, Luna summoned a plate and caught them all on it. then, she summoned a tub of butter and slathered them. Shrugging, she took a bite as her sister slumped over and finally fell flat on its toaster siding, smoke fuming out of the top.
“Wh-wow.”
Luna grinned. “Not a single spec of char on the toast either. I could get used to cooking this way.” She levitated the plate towards Celestia. “Bagel?”
“I’d love one.” With a flash of magic, Celestia transformed back into herself and wiped the crumbs out of her hair. The two moved to her bed and sat together, silently eating toast.
It was such a wonderful evening. It bread many thoughts in Celestia’s mind for new adventures. “Say, Luna, have you ever heard of a washing machine?”