Play Time
Play Time
Violet Glow couldn't help but smile to herself. The long, hard day was finally done and it felt good to be walking away from the set, to leave behind the stress of being in front of a camera in her first major production. The scene that they had just shot was still very fresh in her mind. She had to admit that it had been great fun! For once there had been no fighting in the scene – it had mostly been exploration of an underground complex with a bit of a horror element to it. The comparison of going through a haunted house had crossed her mind a few times that day. Casting a glance over her withers, she marvelled at the wings that were still there. The magical special effects were mind-blowing. They felt so real, as if they were actually a part of her body, it never stopped amazing her. She grinned a happy foalish grin, still sticking to her somewhat innocent character even though the cameras weren't rolling. She could get away with that by being... compact. Not small, she was compact. "Now to relax," she whispered to herself with an accompanying giggle. She eagerly made a beeline for her trailer, not really stopping for anypony or anything. Her trailer was the second largest – her mother was adamant about her having 'enough space'.
She couldn't suppress the giggle that came from thinking back to her mother's fussing when she had told her she would be living on set for a while. Pushing open the door with a wing, she looked at the white, feathery appendage and sighed just a touch. How she was going to miss having wings when her movie and the associated series were over. Kicking the door shut behind herself, she leaped right into the other room – a room which was probably a foal's dream come true.
The bedroom was decorated with bright-pink princess-themed wallpaper and a lot of plushies. Most of those plushies were of ponies, ranging from fellow characters in her own production to fellow actresses and actors of other productions. Violet smiled a little as she crawled onto the massive queen-sized bed – dinner could wait a little while. This was her moment and she was going to enjoy herself. In the middle of the bed there was a dark green alicorn plushie, and she couldn't help but grin a little as she crawled up to it slowly, nuzzling into the toy and taking in his scent. It wasn't creepy, right? To have a plushie of the stallion that you loved... and have it be enchanted to carry his distinct scent. She felt her cheeks warming up a little, knowing ponies would probably laugh at her for something like this.
Taking in a slow, deep breath, she allowed herself to relax against the stuffed toy that was thrice her size, turning over the large, life-sized plush and laying on top of it belly-to-belly. A blush made her white cheeks feel even hotter as she looked at the inanimate object below her, slowly nuzzling into its broad, soft chest. How she would love to lay like this with him – the real him. How she would adore him wrapping his hooves around her, holding her tight in his possessive embrace. Lighting up her horn, she allowed her deep purple magic to flow into the plushie, animating it so it wrapped her in a tight hug. Wings and hooves holding her close and safe. Nuzzling more eagerly into the plushie's chest she let out the sweetest of coos.
Pressing herself back and down, she let out the most adorable squeak as she felt its fake but oh-so-realistic feeling stallionhood already poking from its sheath. She loved the sphinx that made the toy for her, and she was really going to have to thank her. This moment always filled her with a mixture of arousal and shame, being so naughty like this! Giving in to her base desires. Biting softly at the plushie's chest fluff, she ground herself eagerly into his cock, letting the flare tease her already moist marehood. Panting and mewling like a bitch in heat, she slowly worked to get the head nice and lubricated before....
She let out a loud pleasured squeal as it happened, it was so sudden and mind-numbingly good to be impaled on that thick, dark-green, almost black stallionhood. To be spread open wide by the toy's breeding spear. She had almost forgotten the spell had a mind of its own, and she had been testing its patience by teasing herself. The plushie was under her control but... the spell wasn't guided by her conscious mind, it was under the control of her subconscious.
For Violet, it was hard to tell that she was in control, especially when it held her so tightly and rocked its hips, making her scream and squeal in pleasure with every deep thrust. "AH! Y-yes! Goddesses YES!" She had needed this. She'd been getting so wound up looking at her co-actress and constantly seeing under her tail... not that she did that intentionally, it just happens when you’re as small as she is. She really needed this. Another squeak escaped her as a hoof slapped her on the flank. She could imagine his voice growling in her ear, telling her what a naughty filly she was!
Shuddering heavily in delight, Violet focused on the sensation of having that large breeding spear slamming into her delicate folds, spreading her to her limit. The sensation was overwhelming – mind-numbing, even. The toy managed to wash away all the stress and pent-up frustration that had been building during a long day of filming. Right now, she didn't need to think, she just had to enjoy herself and let him take care of everything for her. She rocked her hips back in a counter pace, every time he thrust forwards she moved back to meet him, feeling him slam into her depths with a sharp pang of painful pleasure.
She could feel her cheeks heating up until they felt as though they were on fire. The plushie started doubling up in its power and intensity, the room filling with the loud, lewd slapping sounds of flank meeting flank. The entire plushie was made from cloth, not that she knew the material, but it all felt so real, like she was laying on top of a real stallion's belly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Even the sensation of his fake balls slapping against her ponut was so... realistic. It was so realistic that it was driving her wild with desire and fantasies. She really needed to thank the sphinx that made these toys for her.
Violet closed her eyes, she let everything slip into automatic. The magic animating the toy was sustained through many hours of practice and it would keep going, at least until her eventual climax, she didn't need to waste her efforts thinking about it. No, instead she could think about other things. Naughtier things. She could indulge in her fantasies and not need to worry about anything.
The first thing that came up in her mind was perhaps the most embarrassing – and exciting – thing possible: somepony walking in on her right this moment. Watching her in both shock and awe. Taking in the sight of how the toy was ramming its massive length into her, pounding away at her tight, tiny marehood, spreading her like a filly shouldn't be. A cute little whimper escaping her muzzle, her breath hitching as she slammed back, eagerly riding that cock. Cheeks aflame with embarrassment, her tongue lolling out of her muzzle. Her breaths came in deep heavy pants. She wasn't a filly, but everypony else perceived her as such.
She imagined the other pony, and the thoughts of the one to find her quite naturally strayed to Chronicler, and not just the green alicorn character from another production. No, her thoughts strayed to the very handsome actor who portrayed him. Calling her naughty, talking down to her over being such a depraved little mare. His hoof slapping against her flank, scolding her about how such things are improper. How only wanton little sluts do things like this... how he would make her his slut. Just imagining his deep, baritone voice made her shudder in delight.
Letting out a squeak, Violet buried her muzzle in the plushie's neck, hiding away even as the magic infused toy tumbled her over, throwing her onto her back, at the mercy of the green alicorn plushie and her own magic that was being fuelled by her need and desire for Chronicler to pin her down and fuck her brains out like the depraved slut she was.
Her fantasy didn't stop there. No, it continued with him crawling under her alongside the plushie, not allowing her to stop, already hard and lubricated, ready to take her ass, to have his way with her. She couldn't help but pant a bit heavier as his imaginary cock slipped into her ass, her subconscious making it a reality with a deep-purple dildo made out of her own magic. She didn't even have to imagine the sensation of being taken in both holes, each spread to their limit as she was sandwiched between both the real deal and the plushie. His mouth closing around her right ear and pulling back sharply to make her scream out in unbridled pleasure. It was so unfair! Her mind was cheating and using every one of her kinks against her, how was she supposed to let it drag on to enjoy this?
She found herself rocking her hips faster and faster, fuelled by pure lust and unadulterated desire for her dream stallion. She wrapped her hooves around the plushie’s neck, holding on for dear life as the large toys stretched both her holes to their limits every time they hilted inside of her. Her voice reached a higher pitch with every thrust. She felt the pleasure shoot through her entire body. Thinking became harder – at least, thinking about anything other than sex and cock became nigh-on impossible.
Her imagination wasn't done with her just yet either, it shifted to another pony entering her room, a mare this time, a very familiar red alicorn. Her co-star, Silver Chain. She let out a soft whimper as the mare prowled over to her with that distinctly predatory gleam in her eyes, calling her many colourful terms like slut and slave-thing. It was thrilling to imagine being in her own character's position, to have the large red mare spank her viciously with a paddle, turning her white flanks a bright, painful red while Chronicler fucked her and encouraged her Mistress!
The fantasy was accompanied by a pleasurably painful stinging on her flanks. A glance over her withers revealed that her own magic had taken a mane brush and was using it to spank her in time with the fantasy that was quickly spiralling out of control. A long, drawn-out scream of pure bliss passed her lips as she realised just how out of control this spell was at the moment... and how much she didn't care right now.
There was a distinct rhythm in her passionate sex. Each thrust of both the large endowments was accompanied by a spank to each of her flanks, her own cries of pain and pleasure filled the room. Violet loved the sensation of being spanked harshly while being called names like the naughty filly that she was. It was all made better by the comforting scent of her dream stallion's musk. "AH! Y-yes Mistress! I-I'm a naughty bitch! P-please punish me more!" Violet cried out, without even a hint of shame tainting her voice. Shame didn't really exist for her anymore, there was only that building tightness in her belly, letting her know she was steadily getting closer to a climax.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeees! So. Much. Big!" Violet screamed loudly. The pace of both toys rutting her and the spanking she was getting combined with both Chronicler and Silver berating her for being a little slut finally brought everything to a head. The thrusting had reached a fevered, animalistic pace. The knot forming in her core snapped and Violet found herself plunged into a blinding ocean of pure bliss. It was like she was drowning in her own pleasure as she could feel both toys filling her with rope after rope of burning-hot seed. Her vision had gone blurry, and then white. Everything around her faded into nothing but pure pleasure. The coos and compliments whispered about what a good filly she was, the soft, comforting pettings. The residual light thrusting that only served to push her deeper under the waves of bliss, drowning her in one of the best ways imaginable.
Sadly, everything had to come to an end, and so, too, did the delicious floating sensation that came with powerful orgasms. Slowly returning to reality wasn't a bad thing per se, it was just less preferable compared to the high of a climax. Opening her eyes, she looked up to see the large green plushie, which was still pinning her down, though it wasn't animated anymore. It was simply laying on top of her in a very comforting embrace. It was strange to her, even though the toy wasn't the real deal she felt so very comfortable and safe in its embrace.
Violet simply let her mind wander, imagining what it would be like in his embrace. Snuggling up and falling asleep, as she knew she would in a few moments, simply enjoying the comfort and closeness of another pony. That was truly the perfect outcome that she desired. "I should probably ask him out, huh?" She asked, looking at the toy as if it was going to have the answers for her. With a sweet giggle, she rolled onto her left side, facing the wall her bed stood against, and nuzzled under the toy's head to make it somewhat darker.
The door snapped shut, making Violet freeze in her rather compromising position. She hadn't even come down from her climax, her ears splayed back and her face feeling like it could light fire to her bed if she touched the silk sheets. She could feel the pony's eyes on her and hear that low, rumbling chuckle. The fact that she had not locked her door hit her like a tonne of bricks. Her eyes went wide, but she didn't dare cast a glance over her withers. No, she didn't want to see who the pony was that had walked in on her! The soft, muffled clip-clop of hoofs on the carpet flooring, approaching her so slowly. She whimpered lightly. Was it him, or maybe Silver!? What if it was somepony else like Trick or, goddesses forbid, Appleseed!? Two parts of her warred over who it might be, but one thing was sure – if she looked over her withers, she was going to die of embarrassment.
"My my, what a naughty filly you are." The unknown pony practically purred in a low, baritone voice.