Sunburst has a healthy relationship with a stuffed toy
After having just amended his relationship with a childhood friend, Sunburst arrives home tired and ready to turn over a new leaf.
Unfortunately for him, though, some habits just refuse to be forgotten.
Occurs after the events of S7E24: Uncommon Bonds
Warnings/Tags: Sunburst(duh), Plushophilia (stuffed toys), a ruined orgasm, romantic feelings towards an inanimate object, and the most lurid sin of all: cuddling.
No plushies were harmed in the making of this story. Inspired by discussions in the Mature Writer’s Group. I hate love you all.
It was late afternoon and a thick blanket of steam billowed from the Ponyville Express, filling the air with a heady mist and shaking the platform’s foundations as the hulking beast of a locomotive lurched to a shuddering stop.
It grumbled and heaved, and then let out a long sigh as it settled into place, emitting a saturated hiss to announce its arrival with a double-helping of steam and black smoke that it pelted into the atmosphere above.
“All aboard for the Crystal Empire”, the conductor announced, causing the hairs all along Sunburst’s back to bristle.
There was the unmistakable click of a hidden latch, and as the carriage doors jolted open, the silence of the empty station was replaced by the discordant din of ponies talking. One-by-one the passengers of the train flooded the station platform, bringing the space to a sparse form of life, all the while, whilst Sunburst watched them pass with an uneasy sense of dread.
His stomach was doing backflips—almost literally—as he watched the ponies walk in and out of his line of sight. It was whilst he was watching the most recent one, a colt pushing a trolley almost double three times his size with what looked surprisingly like a bird in a cage, that Sunburst was shaken out of his thoughts by the mare next to him.
“So...This is it?” he heard her say.
Sunburst’s ears twitched. Without taking his eyes off of the colt, he watched as the trolley disappeared around the corner before turning his head to Starlight Glimmer. “I guess so...” he said in return.
Starlight was looking at him with a thin smile. A sense of sadness hung over them as she averted her gaze to paw at the ground in awkward silence. The luggage they’d brought was more than enough to tell the story. A green, fau-leather-bound suitcase and a large wine barrel full of Sunburst’s other acquisitions made over the weekend lay just out of sight, cluttering the platform area.
Behind him, Princess Twilight Sparkle, Trixie Lulamoon, and Maud Pie formed up the rear of his group of friends, all gathered to see him off back to the Crystal Empire, but did he really want to go?
Swallowing down his nerves, Sunburst put on a smile for the other ponies. He eyed Starlight Glimmer in particular as he tried to hide his nervous unease. Though they’d only just managed to reforge their long-dormant relationship—something he was grateful for doing—it still didn’t feel right to have to say goodbye so soon.
She was the first one to break the awkward silence. “We’ll see you off now, but...”
Starlight gave pause, her smile turning up a few inches as she took a step closer to Sunburst, causing his heart to almost skip a beat.
The stallion reversed away but was caught up in an embrace as Starlight closed the distance and pulled him into a reluctant hug. “...meet again later, okay?” he heard her whisper into his ear.
“Y-Yeah, of course!” Sunburst blurted without really thinking about it. His cheeks were burning, a feature that made him thankful for the colour of his coat, and he felt a chill run up the back of his spine as Starlight released him from her embrace, her own cheeks more visibly violet from the awkward interaction.
“S-Sorry...” she said.
Though the prospect of meeting again worked to mellow the paint of saying goodbye, it did little to make it hurt any less.
Ten years.
Then years they’d been apart. Before this weekend he’d barely even remembered what it was like to know anypony as well as he did Starlight Glimmer. He’d forgotten, grown numb to it, grown used to not remembering what he’d lost, but two days ago he finally got to meet up with her again and get to know the pony that she’d become.
Not only of the pony he once knew, but of the wonderful, beautiful, mare she’d grown into today. The Starlight Glimmer that stood in front of him was a stark difference to the innocent filly he knew from yesteryear. This Starlight Glimmer had grown into an accomplished, attractive, mare all her own. One that he barely recognised and yet, when he looked into her eyes, he could still sense that familiarity that gave him comfort.
Yes, they’d successfully rekindled their friendship lost, but to end it now? To be forced to say goodbye when it felt like they had finally found their way onto the mend?
Sunburst’s throat was starting to feel dry. There was a hoof on his shoulder and the sounds of ponies talking around him. How long had he been out of it?
As he blinked and became aware of his surroundings, he saw that Twilight and Trixie had started a conversation in his stead.
It took a moment for Sunburst to release he was being spoken to and he snapped to attention, fully breaking out of his nervous trance. A quick inspection of his friend’s faces revealed Maud to be the one looking the most concerned between all of them.
“Are you ready to go?” Twilight asked again.
“Oh—Oh yeah! Of c-c-course!” He jerked his head upright, stuttering.
Putting as much vigour into his motions as he could muster, Sunburst straightened his shoulders and trotted towards the edge of the station platform, though deep down his heart wasn’t in it.
Upon reaching the doorway into the carriage, Sunburst stopped and turned around to face the small congregation of his friends. Starlight Glimmer, of course, had to be the one taking the lead as she approached him with the suitcase hovering in her aura.
With the bag being passed between them, there was a loud ‘ker-chunk’ to his right as Maud begin loading his other bags into the luggage section of the train. He straightened his glasses and turned around , looking at Starlight Glimmer and his other friends behind her for one more time. Whispering between them, he asked: “See ya soon?”
Starlight responded in an equally low voice, a smirk creeping across her face as she pressed her hoof against her nose and reply. “You bet,” she said.
That, at least, gave Sunburst a spark of hope. So long as he had the promise of seeing her again, then maybe he could still manage the interim alone without having to resort to any of his usual extreme measures.
But Starlight wasn’t finished. Before Sunburst could get his hopes up any further, she continued with a quip: “I still want to know if you ever find something interesting in that barrel,” she said.
“Yes well—”
The words died in Sunburst’s throat faster than he could think. It was like a lance of ice had shot through the traincar as his blood began to run cold. Did she... Know?
Looking around, he saw that other ponies had begun filing onto the train around them, and as one particularly burly stallion trotted between them and carried on their way, Sunburst was allowed time to collect and calm himself.
His heart raced as the prospect of Starlight somehow figuring out what he’s had stored in that barrel flashed through his mind and all of a sudden all of his assurances began to crumble.
He clenched his teeth, feeling them grind. The wall of the cabin vibrated slightly beside with the weight of two Pie sisters leveraging the loaded wooden barrel over the threshold. He tried, desperately, to hold a straight face, as he turned to Starlight, ears burning and glasses fogging, and said.
It. Was. Fine.
“Trust me, Starlight. You’ll be the first to know.”
~ ~ ~
As Sunburst trotted briskly through the train the doors clicked shut behind him and there was a growing commotion all around as other ponies went about their business, stowing their suitcases or chatting among themselves.
While he’d had to step around a blond pegasus who had somehow managed to get her head stuck between the supports for one of the benches, he was thankfully left otherwise undisturbed. All the better, for his brow painted a crease as he trudged through the rows of seats, in deep thought over his worries,
Why did he have to go and say that!
Besides the fact he didn’t know if, how, or why Starlight would have hidden anything in his barrel, now he had the burden of reporting his findings. Unless he were to come up with something, could he really lie to her?
He was sure it was just books and a few ornaments. Would she even be interested in any of that? She’s shown no interest in antiquing all day. She’d never—
A sudden, sharp pain raced through his horn, causing Sunburst to wince and stumble to a halt, winded as his luggage dropped to the ground behind him. He was almost to the end of the train car, so he took the opportunity to lean against the wooden supports in the connecting section between the carriages.
He inhaled and exhaled. He hadn’t realised his heart had been racing. As he stood, the ground swayed, though whether from the motion of the train car or from his own light-headedness, he didn’t know.
He attempted to catch his breath, focusing back onto himself as he breathed: In and out; he repeated the exercises from his colleague.
In, hold, and out.
He exhaled through his nose, allowing the moment of blissful silence to bring with it a newfound clarity.
In and out.
The air tasted metallic.
There was a strong magical build-up, most likely from the high density of ponies and the train’s engine gathering static as it sat there on idle—the focus of the conductor’s energies, no doubt.
In and out.
He could hear the commotion from outside as ponies mulled about; the distant clicking and clacking of hooves against the wooden boards of the train cars as other ponies boarded
Trying again, he focused on his magic and let it flow more easily this time. He formed an aura around his suitcase where it had landed, and the strain of its weight resumed at the base of his horn. He felt the resistance pull as it knocked against some barrier and he had to turn his head and watch as the giant suitcase wiggled and jimmied its way between the chairs.
He levitated it higher, clear of other obstacles, and brought it level with his eyes.
Sunburst smiled in satisfaction—albeit slightly—at having overcome the small challenge.
“Ahem.”
A gravelly cough jolted Sunburst’s attention back to the present causing the stallion to yelp and drop his suitcase. The case, having taken two knocks already, sprung open in his grasp with a loud clang upon the nearby bench--Clothes sprawled from the open gap, and as Sunburst was stammering to capture them all, he was brought face-to-face with a grey pony in a blue trench coat and hat: the conductor.
The conductor frowned, a grimace that creased his forehead into an expression that practically emanated with contempt. “Everypony to their seats,” he sneered, eyeing Sunburst suspiciously.
“Uh–Ye–” Sunburst tried to nod, but was caught between grappling his opened suitcase and the domineering pony standing over him–He frantically reached to his coat pocket for the ticket, but was again thwarted when the stallion nickered.
“Don’t bother,” he said, and the stallion pushed past him, a clipper floating in a dim glow in tow as Sunburst’s own ticket–stamped and punched–floated down and lay delicately on Sunburst’s nose where it flopped limply.
“The train is about to depart.”
~ ~ ~
Setting the green suitcase down beside him, Sunburst took the window position just in time for him to feel the carriage begin to move beneath him. There was a shudder, the unmistakable shaking and creaking of wooden trusses, and then like a growling hissing beast, the train bubbled to life.
Everything around him rumbled with a throbbing that coursed through Sunburst’s body, emanating from the seat upwards as the massive engine growled to and the car beneath him lurched forwards like some massive beast.
Inch by inch, it started to trundle forward, pulling from the station as it pushed on the ground, dragging itself forward with a mighty howl.
Sunburst was fully prepared to look out that window and see nopony left behind—he almost didn’t. The thought of being left alone, of repeating what he’d already been through as a colt, was almost too much for him.
But even so, curiosity always won out in the end.
He considered using his magic to open the curtains, but upon reconsideration, he instead reached out with a hoof and gently pushed them aside. No doubt, the train station was—
A tear came to his eyes as he watched the line of ponies passing him by. One by one, like a slow procession of his friends. Princess Twilight Sparkle, smiling and waving like the massive nerd she was, Maud, always the expressive one—and Trixie Lulamoon. She was dancing on her hooves like she needed the little filly’s room and almost fell off of the platform as she screamed and gestured for Sunburst to wave back, to which he happily obliged with a tip of his glasses.
There was only one pony missing, and his heart sank when he noticed it was.
Where are you, Starlight?
~ ~ ~
“No, I don’t want free parking. I don’t even know what that is!” A loud rumble interrupted Starlight mid-conversation.
She withdrew her head from the booth and glanced over her shoulder past the line of ponies to witness the caboose of the Ponyville Express trundle past the tunnel leading to the platform.
“Oh buck!”
Spitting slurs, Starlight booked it back to the platform, dropping everything as she raced outside. She arrived just in time to see the caboose sail past the platform and made a beeline for Twilight, shoving Trixie out of the way as she slid to a halt next to the princess.
“I’m sorry, Starlight,” Twilight apologised, “but you already missed him.”
“I did!?” Starlight asked in disbelief. She then looked at the empty tracks and screamed. “Buck! BUUCK!”
It was getting well into twilight by the time Sunburst had finally arrived in the familiar parts of town, lugging the heavy suitcase alongside himself as he pulled it down the empty streets amid the softening glow of the setting sun.
By the time the train had arrived in the station, the sun was already kissing the horizon, and now it was verily feeling like proper nightfall and a new life was taking hold in the quiet streets of the Crystal Empire ad a dim, magical glow emanate from the dark corners, filling the space with soothing, humming din..
Normally, in the daytime, the Crystal Empire was resplendent, the most beautiful scene to imagine. It shimmered like a city of lights in the bright glow of the sun, but now, as the sun set and the moon took its place once more, it was like a whole different world was taking hold.
The night was peppered with multitudes of arcane glows and energies.He often wished other ponies could see it the same way he did—the magical lights, like fireflies, following the leylines into the sky, fed by the ever-present flow of energy from the stars and heavenly bodies.
It was breath-taking, and a shame Sunburst couldn’t spend the extra time to admire it further, as he was too busy mulling over what he had seen, trying to put logic to Starlight’s actions.
She insisted they would meet again. It felt so real, like they had rekindled the relationship he had missed and yearned for over so many years. Starlight was so eager to meet him again. Why hadn’t she hung around to see him off?
No, that wasn’t true. She had. She was there when he boarded the train, but then... All of his other, new friends had hung around to see him even to the last minute.
Why had Starlight vanished?
What had happened to her?
He heaved a sigh as he turned the next corner into an alleyway—a narrow street, slightly darker, extending deep into the residential sector of the Crystal Empire and closer to the place he called home. His hooves ached, and the strain of having to maintain his magic for this long were beginning to wear on him. Sunburst cupped his muzzle in his hooves and yawned.
Maybe there was something he was missing, he thought to himself... some reason Starlight couldn’t stay.
The silence of the night was only disturbed by the subtle buzzing of glowing gems and the muffled speech of residents in the houses he passed.
One in particular caught Sunburst’s attention and gave him pause. Raising an eyebrow, he ventured close to a windowsill. A dim glow illuminated the silhouettes of the ponies and furniture inside, though little more.
“Oh for buck’s sake, Diamond Rod—” Somepony, a mare by the sound of her voice, hissed between exasperated pants. “Hurry up! We’re going to be late for the Princess’s State of the Pony address!”
There was a sudden, very rhythmic knock, knock, knocking as something bumped against the far side of the wall which caused Sunburst to recoil in surprise. He almost yelped, but had the forethought to bite his tongue when another knock came, and another, and another.
Soon a continuous thump, thump, thump, thump like a clubhouse bass could be heard beating through the wall, accompanied by the creaking of stone supports and the grunting of some poor stallion.
It took a second, but when the realisation struck him Sunburst’s cheeks flushed red. His entire body grew hot, and he felt the need to pull his cloak closer around himself as he backed away slowly.
Better to pretend that this never happened, he silently surmised.
After that, Sunburst made sure to duck low whenever he passed a window. He scurried directly for his own home, careful to avoid getting too close to any other building.
By the time Sunburst arrived at the final house on the street, he could feel the telltale signs of his magical endurance waning. The green suitcase that once bobbed cheerfully beside him at eye-level had taken to dragging along behind him as he prioritised levitating the heavier items.
The barrel listed aside and Sunburst quickly corrected its angle for fear of it toppling over. The strain of the day was bearing on him, and he wanted nothing more than to get inside and relax. At least his erection from the earlier encounter was finally subsiding.
He growled and picked up the pace, utilising one final burst of energy to yank the barrel back upright. “Come on, just a little furth—”
“BAH!”
Something danced across his peripheral vision. The hairs on the nape of his neck raised and Sunburst whipped around to look, his eyes desperately attempting to lock on to the indistinct flying blur.
He ricocheted off of a plush ball that slammed into his face and sent his glasses flying. The eyewear clattered to the floor and skidded away out of reach, leaving the stallion defenceless. “M-My glasses!” Sunburst yelped.
Blinded and disorientated, Sunburst flailed and spun out of control. The barrel, with no guidance, sailed past his head and crashed into the ground whilst something else caught on his hooves and tugged with a mysterious force against his cloak.
Sunburst let out a startled yelp as his neck was pulled back, causing his entire body to instinctively rear up onto two legs. He emitted a loud “whinnnneeeehheeeyy!” as his legs buckled and, in one fell swoop, the ground attacked.
SMACK
—and the two suitcases and barrel body slammed him into the earth..
CRASH, SMASH, THWOMP
“...Ow.”
“Oh my Auntie! I’m so sorry, are you alright?” A pink blur hurried to their side and knelt. His mysterious assailant pushed the suitcases and books out of the way, then leaned down and offered a hoof to lift him from the floor.
“Um...”
He hesitated, eyeing the outstretched hoof suspiciously. Whatever pony had just attacked him couldn’t actually be helping him, right? He chose carefully whether to trust this pony or call for help.
Inevitably, his trusting nature of pony kind won out this fight. He rubbed the bump on his head—though, granted, the biggest bruise of all had to be to his ego—and then accepted the offered hoof, allowing himself to be yanked into a relative standing position. “Thank you, um…
He squinted.
“...Who are you?”
The blur levitated a pair of glasses onto Sunburst’s nose and Princess Cadance came into focus, with what looked like Princess Flurry Heart clutched against her chest. The foal had her stuffed snail, Whammy he believed it was called, clamped between her forelegs with a vice-like grip that was threatening to eject stuffing from the poor thing’s eyes. She had him fixed in her gaze with tears budding from the corners of her eyes.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Princess Cadance apologised vehemently. She gestured a hoof to her daughter and repositioned the foal against her side as she did so. Even then, Flurry’s teary eyes never failed to track Sunburst as his own, meanwhile, remained transfixed upon the plush snail even as it leaked cotton from between the stitching.
“Little Flurry here can be such a hoof-full”—Flurry’s lip quivered, a gesture that could have surely melted even a changeling’s heart—“She never meant to scare you like that.”
Blushing sheepishly, he adjusted his glasses, enhancing the Princess’s clarity. “O-oh-Oh, well...” Sunburst glanced at the pile of suitcases. Thankfully, the barrel seemed undamaged, having merely rolled to the side where it still lay, unopened.
Deciding little damage had been done, he smiled.
“Th-That’s okay?” Sunburst said. The words came out as more of a question than he intended, so he swallowed to clear his throat, and attempted to pry his eyes from the foal and her snail and instead focused on her mother. “F-Foals will be foals, right?”
He tousled her mane playfully, and Flurry giggled in response. “Wh-What are you doing here anyway?” Sunburst asked. Gradually, he felt his blush recede and his confidence restore. “I thought you were doing the State of the Pony address tonight?”
Flurry Heart released her Whammy, and allowed it to tumble to the ground, providing the battered snail a moment of respite, before immediately latching onto Sunburst’s foreleg instead.
Cadance glanced sidelong. “Oh, ha-ha!” She laughed nervously and rolled her eyes. “Funny you should say that... I need you to babysit at the castle tonight.”
Sunburst blinked. “But... It’s my day off...”
“Yeeeah...” She sucked air between her teeth. “Sorry. I know it is short notice, but it’s the State of the Pony and Flurry Heart is teething”—As if on cue, a sharp pang rang out through Sunburst’s hoof. A silent ow escaped through his teeth as he tugged his hoof back, tooth-marks and all whilst Princess Cadance, for her part, continued as if nothing had happened—“and I can’t hold her the entire time," she said, "Flurry desperately needs a babysitter.”
Sunburst broke away from glaring down at the foal to stammer: “But… but...”
Looking at the teeth marks in his goof and then around at the section of guards that had stationed themselves around his yard, Sunburst was flabbergasted. This had to be some sort of joke, right? She couldn't seriously be doing this to him right now, could she?
Even so, would Princess Cadance really have come to his home with an armoured guard in the middle of the night if it wasn’t something serious?
“B-But I’m the Royal Crystaller" He was grasping at straws. "It’s not the same as a babysitter!” Sunburst yelped, to which Cadance inhaled sharply.
The gesture that did little to console him, much the opposite actually, as Cadance whinged. “Is it reeeaaally, though?”
“Well—I...” He frowned. She was right, of course, though it didn't stop Sunburst from putting up a resistance. He glanced back towards his cottage door, the inviting embrace of home and a warm bed, but unsure of what to do, his gaze was and once more to the foal and her mother in front of him.
The first mistake: Flurry Heart's puppy-dog eyes bored into his soul and were immediately joined by the Princess' own as they both proceeded to shatter his defences. Celestia damn, but did she teach that filly well.
“Plea—”
“Okay, fine!” Sunburst facehoofed, ears dropping as his concession all but sealed his fate. “...When do you need me?”
“The State of the Pony is at midnight, in five hours,” he heard Cadance's voice calmly state. “The castle is five minutes away, and also…
There was a pause, and Sunburst sensed a change in tone all of a sudden. His hoof was pulled away from his face as Cadance grabbed onto his hock, giving it a reaffirming squeeze. Her regal countenance was all but transformed, replaced by a warmer, more familial smile as she brought her hoof closer to his chest, the two sharing the same space for a moment like an embrace only faltered by the foal cradled 'tween her breast. “Thank you, Sunburst, so, so much”—She straightened his ruffled mane back into place with a little of her magic—“I owe you for this.”
Sunburst felt a smile touch the corners of his muzzle, the slightest tinge of red making his cheeks feel warm despite the cooling night. He smiled. “O-Of course. D-Don’t worry about it, Princess. I’m the Royal Crystaller, after all!“ He puffed his chest. “It’s the least I can do. For The Crown.”
“Not for the Crown, Sunburst…” Cadance’s smile transformed into a sultry smirk. She pecked him on the cheek and gave him a wink as her voice dropped below a whisper. She spoke just loud enough to be heard by him and nopony else. “...for a friend.”
Then just like that, she was gone, and not a moment later, had the guards around them broken formation. Following the princess out of the driveway, they left him alone with his thoughts—where Sunburst stood frozen, surrounded by his suitcases and the books strewn across his vacant driveway.
"...a friend…"
He silently repeated after her, and as he did, those words sent shivers down his spine.
“A friend.”
~ ~ ~
...Starlight.
The door clicked shut behind him as Sunburst trotted, limped into the middle of his study. His hooves were dragging from exhaustion and there was sweat speckling his forehead as he struggled to keep his breathing under control.
The short altercation between him and Princess Cadance had, for lack of a better word, left him flustered—His nostrils flared, still picking up on the scent of a mare—or was it his imagination? Or was it an effect of his arousal clouding his better judgement?
Whatever it was, he had to get his mind distracted, away from the—unfortunate side-effects of his excitement currently growing between his legs.
It was already difficult to walk, he didn’t need a an extra leg making it all the harder to get from outside into his own home, and of course his usual choice of garment wasn’t helping—Sunburst inhaled as the tassels of his cloak brushed against his underside, eliciting a gasp and a trembling sensation to run all throughout his balls and up his back.
He stopped suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut as he focused on his breathing. The tip of his dick slipped out by a millimetre, and that was all it took—another breath and he could feel the rest of it slowly dropping down beneath him, almost long enough to kiss the ground.
He had to do something to distract himself, and fast—There was no way he could continue to think about—about—that—
Steeling himself, Sunburst opened his eyes and cast a little of his magic. He levitated his glasses into the air and brushed away the fog before replacing them on his nose and casting what little was left of his magical reserves to the corners of the room.
The first order of business was to get the lights up. Until now the only source of light to see by was his own magic, and though it was enough to see his own nose or read by, if he was going to be doing anything else he’d sooner find himself falling flat on his face—in a compromising position no doubt based on his luck.
Sunburst cast his magic to the three corners of the room, tendrils reaching out along the leylines in a practised pattern as they latched onto and poured energy into hidden pools recessed in the walls. There was a satisfying hum as the energy started to leave him in small amounts, and the air grew full with static—energised by a nearly imperceptible thrum of magic as several hidden gems sparked to life.
A dim arcane glow spread out from the corners of the room, bathing the space in a flickering yellow light—revealing the room to be a mess, as usual—Scrolls and papers were strewn across the floor as maps and bookshelves adorned the walls.
A yellow glow enveloped several items on the floor, and books and scrolls levitated onto the bookshelves one by one as Sunburst picked and jumped his way through the cluttered floor. He made his way to the middle of the room, a limp in his step as he struggled to deal with his still needy erection—every jerky motion he went through sent a new shudder through his body as the parts of his cloak continued to tease him in various ways.
A stray thread tickled his balls causing Sunburst’s erection to redouble its effort. Going from a half-chub to a full rod in just about a second, the shaft slapped suddenly against his underbelly, leaving a string of pre-cum connecting between the damp fur to the tip of his penis as Sunburst yelped and collapsed.
He rolled sideways onto his recliner. The chair creaked and groaned under his weight, and the books around the room froze on the spot, hiccupped, and then all tumbled to the floor, leaving Sunburst whining with his glasses crooked and unable to see.
Dammit
Why did Cadance have to do this to him?
No. It wasn’t her fault, not entirely—he didn’t have the right to blame her for being who she was. Cadance was the princess of lust, after all, she couldn’t control it—though a part of him did want to blame her for reminding him of—As he blinked, the vision of Starlight Glimmer flashed through his mind.
Not the Starlight—the mare—as he knew her, but a much older image. A young filly with pigtails, and an enthusiastic wonder and glee the likes one can only capture as a foal. She was smiling at him from across the small table, with a board game between them, and at that moment, Sunburst was back in their childhood home.
The memory had been reformed, made anew and more vibrant than ever—with no thanks to Starlight’s spell from earlier that day, so he had no choice but to remember the room exactly as it was. How he’d seen it, and never thought he would again.
There was a stirring beneath him and Sunburst’s eyes sprung open. He inhaled sharply, gasping for breath, and all at once he wasn’t in their childhood home any more, but in his lone little cabin—the student apartment he’d taken out after leaving Celestia’s school.
Though the room suddenly felt a lot warmer than before, and he was sure he could feel his cheeks burning, there was still a distant coldness to the place—like there was something missing.
Glancing around himself, his attention finally settled on his erection—a solid rod of flesh that towered from between his legs, poking from between the edges of his cloak like a certain undersea serpent coming up for air.
Why did this have to happen?
Sunburst licked his lips, feeling the taste of salt.
His cock had gotten about as hard as it could become—maybe even more so than that. He could feel the ache building in his balls as they begged for release, and almost out of instinct, but in part resigning himself to his fate, Sunburst’s magic grabbed at the corners of his cape.
He had to lift himself slightly to get it out from underneath him, but soon enough, he had plenty of loose cloth to drape around his shaft.
The contact gave a soothing tingling sensation throughout his shaft that made it tense up. The flare at the end pulse, and a drop of clear fluid dribbled from the opening, smearing down the side as he glided the soft fabric gently across the delicate flesh.
He still couldn’t get his thoughts away from Starlight, though. If anything, masturbating only made it worse—Though he might try to envision other ponies, like Princess Cadance—gods be cursed she would ever find out—His mind would always end up finding a path back to Starlight, to morphing the pony in his mind’s eye back into the mare he longed the most for—the old friend he hadn’t seen in almost forever. It was so close, and yet so far.
If only he could go back to that day
The memory of Starlight’s proposition flashed through his head—but it was tainted—The image of Starlight standing across from him, turned back into her filly form—but there was something different. She was missing that... spark.
It wasn’t the same. Not really.
His grip tightened and Sunburst pulled more of the fabric around his cock, forming a tight bond around the taught flesh—The soft silk was divine. The most gentle hold he could imagine without using his—
The precum was starting to wet the silk, making it glide effortlessly across his skin. It would nick against the rim of his flare, eliciting a slight hike in his breathing.
It was almost like the real thing...
Closing his eyes, Sunburst focused on his memories, though he couldn’t stop thinking...
She looked like his foalhood crush, but at the same time, the pony Starlight had become felt nothing like the same pony he had known and fantasised about for all of these years. She’d grown, changed—they both had—and now it felt like he had more in common with Starlight’s other friends than he did with Starlight herself.
That was all only put into starker relief when he remembered how Starlight hadn’t even been there with her other friends when he’d left the station. A pang of guilt struck his heart, and for a moment, Sunburst halted his ministrations. He opened his eyes, his vision straying to a particular corner of the room—slightly darker than the rest—where a lone trunk lay.
He snapped his vision back.
No
He promised he wouldn’t do that again. He’d mended his friendship with Starlight. They were in contact again. He didn’t need that, but at the same time...
His cock had started to soften, so Sunburst resumed his stroking, half paying attention as he worked his erection back up to full mast.
He had little in common with Starlight—they still had the boardgame, though. A board game? Really? Playing that game had been fun, and Starlight clearly cared a lot more about it than he, but...was it really enough?
He wasn’t satisfied with just a board game.
Sunburst huffed, gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes, he picked up the pace. His cock twitched, leaking pre as he worked it into the cloth, spreading the lubricant across the rest of his length. His flare was starting to harden and his breathing was becoming stiff and mechanical.
He wanted her. He wanted his Starlight back. Not some new or fixed version. He wanted the original, his one and only true filly friend and crush. Starlight Estonia Glimmer.
The motions of his magic had grown erratic, imprecise. His release was drawing near and he could feel the tension growing in his balls—as a throb passed through his shaft’s length, Sunburst let out a hoarse cry—momentarily forgetting the tears beading at the corners of his eyes as he let out a frustrated cry that rattled the chamber around him.
It was getting more difficult to keep the package together. Even as he could see sparks of magic shooting off in the corners of his vision through his closed eyes, he scrambled to keep the spell together, to retain the tight sensation of the cloth pussy wrapped around his engorged shaft for just a tiny bit longer.
His entire body was going stiff as he shuddered, gasped in the cool air. His glasses, fogged and useless, were knocked askew by his thrashing as Sunburst bore down on his imagined lover’s hips. The cliff was nearly upon him—It was rushing towards him and it felt like the drop was an inevitability. His flare strained against the silk, stretching to its full size as his shaft flexed and pulsed, when, suddenly—
The first throb ran through his cock, staining the fabric, when his magic finally gave out and the spell faltered. All at once, the pressure around his shaft vanished as the bundle of folds turned again into nothing but a lifeless and unaffectionate piece of cloth.
The orgasm failed instantly and Sunburst, shuddering, rolled into the back of the chair. Gritting his teeth, he silently swore. “… fuck.”
Stuck and unable to finish, he clenched his teeth and shut his eyes, trying desperately to rekindle a little of what he had left—He tried to conjure back the image of the filly of his dreams, but the image was fleeting. Like I his orgasm, every time he tried, the herder he tried to chase it down, the more difficult and distant it became, until, finally the stallion sighed in defeat.
He slumped back into his chair, panting and out of breath, and started up at the ceiling. Nothing but the unforgivable crevices of some mason-stallion’s work was left to stare back at him—Sunburst silently cursed the Crystal Kingdom’s policy of every ceiling being adorned with Olde Equestrian sculptures of burly stallions doing lurid sex acts. Instead, he turned his attention forward—to the more immediate troubles.
His cock was still standing proud and to attention, the flare chiselled with veins protruding and throbbing with his arousal. As he watched, the flare was already starting to retreat, with the softening of his shaft, as a trickle of white peaked from the tip and dripped down the side.
It was then that something caught Sunburst’s attention—like an old memory as he glimpsed something out of the corner of his eye. Looking past his cock, he glanced to the back of the room.
In the very far distance, shaded in the dark and forgotten—nay, pushed out of memory, and covered in dust from neglect, was something that made Sunburst’s heart jump into his throat.
Almost immediately his cock started to harden again as he pulled himself upright in the seat—straightening his glasses as he did so. He gulped, the sound loud enough to wake a sleeping elephant.
In the far corner, nestled just out of sight, pushed between an antiquated lamp and doorway to the kitchen, and partially buried beneath the piles of books, was a trunk.
There was a tiny nudge in the back of his mind. A simple suggestion.
Just this once.
It’d been years since he’d heard that voice. Even longer since he’d contemplated opening that chest again. Slowly, he started to get up from his seat, but Sunburst stopped himself. Was he really that weak? One bad day, one case of pent up frustration, one ruined attempt to masturbate. Was it really enough to break his resolve?
Sunburst glanced at the chest again. Its presence, a gentle temptation seated itself heavy in the room. He snapped his nose away almost as quickly. “N-No—” The words felt weak, like they betrayed what he really wanted, but Sunburst persisted. “No. I’m not going to. Not again.”
No one will know
Again, the voice persisted and Sunburst found his gaze wandering back to the chest. He knew what was in there, what opening it would entail. He was already tempted from his seat, and had made the first of a few tentative steps in its direction—If he opened that chest, there would be no going back.
Sunburst inhaled, pushing the fogs of his arousal out of his mind—They were clouding his judgement. He couldn’t. Wouldn’t.
He tried to distract himself, pacing around the room, at first going the opposite direction of the chest. Several more books levitated themselves onto the shelves, slotting into their designated positions as Sunburst passed. He started to put plans together for the rest of the night. He had to eat something first, maybe draw himself a bath second.
Yes, he could draw a hot bath. What better to clear his mind that a hot steamy bath? A hot, steamy, soak. He could lie bury himself to his shoulders in the warm water and lose himself, just like how he’d bury his cock to the shaft in—
He huffed and his nostrils flared. Sunburst shook his head, suddenly breaking himself out of his thoughts. His erection was swinging between his legs, brushing against the fabric of his cloak, and it was only when he spotted the front door inches from his face, that Sunburst realised he’d done a full lap of the room and almost landed right on top of the chest.
This time, though, it’s calling was louder than ever. His nostrils flared, pulling in the distant scent of heat—or was it his imagination?—as that same voice called to him again.
Just this once. I won’t tell.
This time, Sunburst licked his lips. It was true. Who could possibly know? It wasn’t like he was a schoolcolt living in a dorm room any more. He was a fully-grown stallion, with his own home, complete privacy. Whatever happened here, it was nopony’s business.
And he… Oh, so, very much needed it…
And just like that, Sunburst let out a needy, desperate whimper as his resolve crumbled to dust. Taking the first step, deviating from his chosen path, he started towards the chest.
The chest scraped loudly along the floorboards as Sunburst heaved it slowly away from the wall an inch at a time—just making enough room for the lid to move. He leaned over it and with a flicker of his horn, the lock on the front unlatched with a nearly imperceptible click.
There was a hiss—like a seal was being broken for the first time in years—as the chest’s hinges relaxed a tiny puff of smoke escaping the inside brought a slight, musky, scent of dust to Sunburst’s nostrils.
He hesitated, the smell making his nose curl up slightly and sniffle. There was a slight chill that ran up the back of Sunburst’s neck, starting at his dock and tracing the path all along his spine into the base of his head and then to the very tip of his horn.
Something about this felt... wrong. Naughty. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, shouldn’t be going back to this now, after all this time, but still... The hairs were standing on the back of his neck, and Sunburst’s breathing had been coming in short, excited pants as the brush on his cheeks fogged his lenses.
Even so...
Do it
The tiny vices in his head were repeating.
Do it
His heart beating in his chest like a drum, Sunburst pushed the glasses back up the bridge of his nose and inhaled, then squeezed his eyes shut. He threw the lid of the chest open and was immediately hit by a wave of cool air, and a double-helping of the musky, dusty stench from inside but more than anything, he could smell the faint scent of fabric softener.
A daintily tickling of lavender and mushrooms danced across the nostrils, enticing him to open his eyes, and glance down into the bottom of the chest.
It was full of stacks of papers, old books, and stationary—all of the things he’s left behind as a student—but none of that were of any interest to him right now. Pushing the books aside, he rummaged to the bottom of the chest, digging deeper until he finally found the object of his desire:
Sunburst leaned back out of the chest, breathing a sigh of relief.
It was like being reacquainted with an old friend, or finally meeting a much longer missed lover...
He lit his horn and levitated the stuffed figure out of the chest. A chill ran up the back of his spine once more as he could finally set eyes on it. A single throb passed unnoticed along his length as a fresh bead of sweat landed on the floor between his legs and Sunburst’s smile spread along with the deepening blush currently misting his glasses with every breath.
It was purple. Nearly the exact same shade as Starlight’s coat, save of the slight dusting of grey and the browning patches on the flanks and, in some places, her hooves and face—the natural outcome of normal wear and tear, and just plain old age were showing pretty clear, but the resemblance was still there.
With her mane done up into two cute little ponytails—Sunburst lamented the incorrect colours, but he still distinctly remembered the difficulty he’d had with getting the exact right colours for the mane strips, and how he’d eventually resigned to using a passable shade of pink.
The two ponytails flipped and tousled freely as the doll was moved between Sunburst’s magic and his hooves, and her head was turned over, looking up to face Sunburst as he smiled down into its lifeless—adorably-detailed, and lovingly stitched, but lifeless all the same—expression.
It was Starlight. It was His Starlight. It looked exactly like her down to the smallest detail. Even with the imperfections, this was a nearly-perfect replica of his childhood friend, and though a part of him didn’t think he would ever see this plush again, deep down Starlight couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of a relief to know that it was still intact—that such a big part of his past, and the object that had single-hoofedly gotten him through the toughest eighteen years of his life—was miraculously still okay.
It came as a shock to Sunburst when he finally let the words slip. They came as no more than a whisper between his heady pants, and it was almost jolting to hear his own voice so desperate. “I… I love you…”
Equally shocking was the way the plushie responded. It was with a jolt of Sunburst’s hoof, that he felt her head flop and turn his direction, locking eyes with him.
I missed you, Sunburst
Sunburst inhaled sharply. The room suddenly became frigid, his fur tingling and standing on end—not sure whether by surprise or excitement—as he sucked in the ait through his nose. His mouth hung agape. He was panting with hot breaths fogging his glasses, but between waves of fog clouding his vision, Sunburst stared down at the plush form of his very best friend.
There was a moment of pregnant pause in which a stabbing of guilt ran through Sunburst’s mind. Just the briefest moment of doubt—Was he really going to do this?
His flare—not quite as hard as before, but still needy and dripping came into focus over the plushie’s back, inches away from the chest in which the plushie had just been stowed.
Sunburst squeezed his eyes shut. Pursing his lips, he took one more breath, revelling in the scent of the faux fur, and closed the gap.
“I-I missed you too…” he said.
The fabric was coarse but soft. A close approximation to a real pony’s fur. It matted quickly as his lips came into contact with the plushie’s expressionless smile, and as soon as their lips had made contact, it was like an explosion of fireworks going off inside his head.
He swooned as the sparks flew between them, panting and chest heaving, Sunburst came to bear with his entire weight against the plushie, the excitement sending shivers and tiny shakes all throughout his entire body.
It was like he was a colt all over again, back in his dorm room in his first year of magical wizardry collage. Awkward and aggressively horny, he’d been caught more than one time snogging the mop, all of them almost exactly like this—his erection standing strong as an iron beam, shot out in front of him as he crouched on two legs, hooves wondering over Starlight’s imagined curves as his lips played over her own.
At some point, approximately three years into his studies, he’d finally worked up the courage to go out and start his project—He’d collected materials from the local textile stores, using the excuse that it was for his grandmother, and after school he’d sneak into the Home Economics labs to use their sewing machines.
Panting gave way to moans and a soft whinny as he pulled the stuffed toy flush against his barrel—her soft body conforming easily to the shape of his own. Of course the tassels had been the hardest part to recreate, as previously established, but by far the part Sunburst was most proud of… was the shape of her body.
His hooves slowly started to wonder. Starting at the back of Starlight’s head, they inched lower, trailing down the back of her spine—following the curve of her neck and across the crux of her back, Sunburst’s breathing picked up in pace as he neared the lower half of her barrel, and he paused with his hooves hovering just above the cutie marks, feeling the curves of her hips as they merged perfectly into the nape of her belly.
He allowed his eyes to drift closed for a moment, and his vision was instantly filled with the pictures of the beautiful mare in front of him: Starlight Glimmer, in all of her picturesque glory. Her young, lithe body matched perfectly to the contours and firmness of the plush toy as it was pressed against his. Her eyes were closed and her gentle moans and humming filled his ears. Sunburst’s throat vibrated as he mimicked the tones she would make.
Though his voice was deeper, he could easily picture what it would sound like if it was coming from her mouth as the two of them pressed their lips together.
All it took was a little spark of magic, and Sunburst was able to articulate the plushie’s hooves. He pulled her forelegs over his shoulders and he had Starlight wrapping her hooves over the back of his neck, playing and tousling his mane as the rest of her body pressed further into his and his own hooves continued their journey southward, exploring the plushie’s supple form.
Moving past the cutie marks, Sunburst’s hooves came to the round rump, and he formed a tight grip over the mare’s cheeks. They were filled with beans—literally, not figuratively—so giving them a squeeze he was able knead them slightly and feel the fur becoming taught under his touch
He could feel the rest of her body softly settle into his hold, and moving slowly at first, Sunburst gently guided Starlight’s flank further down. Bringing her pelvis in line with his own, he pressed the underside of what would be her dock against the base of his shaft, sanding a spike of electricity through his nerves.
“Ah—” Breaking off from the kiss, he inhaled sharply, shuddering as the faux fur played against the sensitive skin of his sheath.
His eyes fluttered for a second as he looked through the haze of his foggy glasses. Sunburst could barely believe his eyes. For a second it almost looked like he was staring down at the real thing. His purple foalhood crush from an era long gone was right there, straddling his cock with her tail curled and pushed to the side.
Her eyes were looking into his as he felt both of her flanks, kneading her supple tender flesh like it was ripe for the picking—
Sunburst’s cock throbbed, the muscles in his groin tensing as his balls clenched—The shaft flexed and there was a loud, shuddering rumble as the chest was knocked out of the way. The end of his flare flipped upwards, tensing painfully skyward and pinning the plushie against his chest as his glans kissed the nape of Starlight’s neck. There was a string of precum left behind, stretching to the trembling opening of his cockhead as it shakily retreated away from between her ponytails.
“Ah—F-Buck,” Sunburst hissed between clenched teeth. “S-Starlight—” Averting his vision suddenly, Sunburst tried to screw his eyes shut. Pushing all the thoughts to the back of his mind, the smell of his own arousal still crept through into his nostrils. “Fuuuuuck—” he swore again under his breath, tilting his head away,
Everything in his body was screaming at him to fuck, to cum, to blow his load into this pretty little mare as deep as it would go. He needed to breed and make her his own.
Biting on his lip, the distinctive, acrid tinge of iron lapped upon his tongue as he thrust again, shuddering, against Starlight’s tail. He grunted and toppled down with his back to the floor—his flare pulsing and tensing as the first droplets of cum started to creep from the tip.
Another blob of precum shot from the end, followed by the tiny trail of white as the beginning heads of seed started to leak from the end. He could feel the peak just in front of him—just a little bit closer. It was inches away as he struggled to hold onto his breath, to keep it going, just a little. Bit. M—
All of a sudden there was a click of motion. Nothing loud, nothing unnatural. Just the distinct clink of a pebble that made Sunburst’s ears prick and swivel. Almost all at once, the stallion froze on the spot, halting his motion and panting, chest heaving as his eyes turned to his surroundings.
The room was empty.
Nothing but the distant random flickering of the dim lights, but then—
Click
There it was again.
Everything else forgotten, Sunburst glanced at the plushie in his hooves, asking it the silent question, to which he made its shoulders shrug. “W-What was that?”
Sunburst’s heart was racing as he sat stock still. His eyes hardened as he trained his senses to the outside world, a flicker of magic casting out a small tendril of his mind to the immediate vicinity before his ears started to swivel. Too fearful to risk moving a single muscle, the stallion held his position, clutching the Starlight plushie against his chest.
The pony bobbed slightly with every breath, every inhale pushing the plush slightly higher, causing its mane to tickle against his beard tuft, and every exhale causing her flank to slide down and grind itself against his cock causing the shaft to twitch, and deposit a tiny trickle of his arousal down the front of his glands.
Sunburst’s breathing hitched when he felt the tufts of her tail tickling behind his balls, and Sunburst hesitantly grasped the plushie by the shoulders and held her still. “S-Stop it,” he snapped in a hushed whisper.
He wasn’t sure why he was addressing the plushie now, but it somehow felt… natural… As he pulled Starlight to his side, he rolled onto his hooves and carefully, tiptoed up to the front of the house.
He could have sworn he’d heard something.
Sunburst~~
He could already hear the plushie’s voice calling to him in the back of his head. It was like a tempting, sultry call of a minx, enticing him to return to her, begging him to go back and ignore whatever it was that had gotten his attention.
A small part of him wished he could. Sunburst’s heart was racing, his cheeks hot and red, and his glasses misting with every hot breath as he imagined the thought of somepony walking in on him doing… things with his Starlight Glimmer plush. He’d never been caught before, but now, under the prospect of it happening, something about that made him scared. And excited.
Even as he stumbled to his hooves, Sunburst’s racing heart and his beating cock was making it difficult to walk straight. He pulled his cloak gently over his back, straightening the fabric out with his magic and pulling the corners low so they covered his hind half. Whilst he clutched the plushie under his arm, only half aware of the sticky sensation it was leaving against his chest fur, he crept with it by his side to the front wall.
Saddling up underneath the windowsill, Sunburst took a moment to compose himself, to catch his breath and try to hold down his throbbing erection. He glanced sideways, craning his neck to see all the way around the front door, just a few feet away from him, thankfully, the door remained closed.
Not a knock, or a whisper, not any kind of call or sign that somepony might be listening.
Next he lifted his head, peeking slowly over the top of the sill. Not unlike what he’d done before, he listened carefully for somepony breathing, or walking, or even the cracking of hooves against the driveway outside.
Ears swivelled as they peeked above the ledge and Sunburst’s heart was like a beating drum—the only thing louder than that was the whispering in his ear—What if it was Princess Cadance? the tiny voice enticed, Or even better: What if Starlight were to walk through that door and see us fucking on the chair?
The prospect caused a minor surge of life to creep through his erection. The resulting bob threatened to push his cloak off his lap as a tent formed between his legs, shoving Starlight slightly further up against his chest. The smell of his own arousal against her fur, the sticky feeling of his pre made it feel almost like she was in heat.
Sunburst’s nose flared, but before her could start to drool he snapped his mouth shut and screwed his eyes up, pulling his nose away from the scent. “N-No—” he whispered.
He had to focus, dammit!
Sunburst shoved the plushie down away from his chin and stood up properly—If there was somepony out there and they saw him, so be it. They’d just see him standing in his house looking out of his window, and that was all.
Putting on a smile, and wiping the drool from his mouth, Sunburst pushed the curtains away from his window and looked straight outside, fully prepared to—
There was nopony.
Sunburst’s eyes widened as he looked out over the empty yard.
All he heard were the silent chirp, chirp, chirp of the crickets in the thickets and the occasional hooting of an owl on a prowl. There were no sounds, not of a stallion nor a mare, not a house with a mouse, nothing.
Sunburst held his breath as he listened a moment longer, then, still ducking, he snuck over to the front door. Casting a little magic towards the keyhole, he unlocked it and gently pulled the handle, cracking the doorway ajar just far enough to peek his head through the gap.
He squeezed the plushie tight, narrowing his eyes as he braced for what he could find but he found nothing. The air was calm. The night was dark, but only for the dim light cast by the flickering of the street lamps as the magical thrum of the Crystal Empire pulsed through the streets, feeding the city its delicate lifeblood of energy and sparkling magic.
Far off in the distance, there was the dim glow of the castle accompanied by the far-off shouts of ponies organising and erecting tents. The end of a circus highwire was peeking over the skyline, just barely visible against the sparkling, glowing miasma of the night sky.
But closer still, in the immediate surroundings of Sunburst’s front yard—there was nothing. Almost nothing.
A cool breeze blew past Sunburst, causing the blades of grass to rustle and a small object, about the size of his head and round, to make its presence known among the tall blades. It created a soft dragging noise, not unlike what he’d heard before, until a golden glow appeared around it, halting the tumble.
Sunburst pulled the plushie snail towards himself and tugged it inside as he closed the door behind him.
“Hello? What are you doing out here?” He asked the object.
He squeezed it, and the snail squeaked in response.
Sunburst turned the strange object over in his hooves, inspecting it carefully with a smile and half smirk. It looked like some sort of odd depiction of a snail with its grey and polka-dot exterior. It was also soft and crunched gently between his hooves, making it some sort of...plush.
A sudden chill ran up the back of Sunburst’s spine. Was this… If he wasn’t mistaken, he could have sworn he’d felt something touching him, and looking down at Starlight still held firm against his chest—and blushing slightly—Sunburst reflexively pulled the cloak closer over his shoulder to preserve his modesty.
Moving back to the window, he peeked his head out to get another look of the outside. Indeed, it was properly deserted. Other than this plush, it was only him and Starlight, and the open night air of the Crystal Empire.
Pulling starlight up from below his waist, Sunburst breathed a sigh of relief, and a little of disappointment. He was half expecting there to be somepony there, almost hoping there was, but maybe it was all in his imagination.
Lighting up his horn, he pulled the curtains together. He levitated Whammy up to one of the bookshelves, carefully stowing it between the old tomes. The toy squeaked as it settled into a gentle slump, just out of view in the corner of his vision, and turned his back to himself and Starlight, letting his back slump against the window. “I... Guess it was nothing...” He said aloud, as a shadow passed across the curtains behind him.
He looked at the plushie in his arms. The eyes seemed to flicker with life in the dim glowing light. Her gaze that bore into him with a sense of yearning, of something beckoning, and enticing stare. Sunburst could feel his cheeks twitch as a smile flickered across his face, and a flash of realisation…
He looked left. He looked right. He snuggled the plushie against his chest causing it to squeak loudly. All the while his fur stood on end and his heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
That’s right. He was alone. It was just him and Starlight, nopony had to know if he...
His eyes were drawn to the chair in the living room and then back to the plushie in his arms. A smile spread across his face, turning mischievous as the ideas whirled around in his head making him swim. His glasses fogged over and he quickly pushed them further against the bridge of his nose, bringing them closer to his eyes to see through the dense haze.
A tiny tendril of magic reached behind, enveloping the handle and the latch in a gentle glow as he skulked his way back to the recliner, a bit of a hitch in his step as his erection stiffened between his legs, grazing the corners of his robe. “Sooo....” He started in a sultry tone, eyes narrowing as he eyed the plushie his arms.
He cradled it in his arms like a foal as he arrived at the recliner—Behind him, the door’s lock clicked and his magic pulled back, enveloping Starlight’s body with a warm glow. He pulled her up to eye level as he climbed atop the chair, settling her down against the backrest as he gazed deeply into her eyes.
“...You want me to fuck you on the chair, huh?”
A jolt of excitement startled Sunburst. His fur stood on end the moment the words had left his mouth and, below him, he felt the tip of his cock press against the soft felt of the chair, trailing a thin line of his arousal up the upholstery until it set, locked in place against Starlight’s dock. He imagined the plushie’s response. His breathing hitched, mimicking hers as she tensed against the sudden embrace.
Oh I bet you would.
He could have sworn he saw the plushie respond to that. Her fur seemed less matted, the eyes more alive, blazing with desire as he stared into them. It wouldn’t hurt to just give her...one...little... kiss...
Their lips touched, and Sunburst felt all of his worries and regrets melt away. His hooves pressed into the back of the chair as he laid atop her, then roamed to her side, grabbing the plushie by her shoulders as he leaned further into the kiss—moaning silently into her as he started to thrust, carefully and deliberately, pushing against the soft and wet felt between her legs.
Aaah...
Starlight’s voice echoed through his mind. He heard her, felt her, as his hooves pressed into Starlight’s shoulders and he leaned in for another quick kiss. He could feel his tail twitch, his balls tightening—the robe on his back, he pushed the corners of it out of the way, flaying it off the side of the chair.
Pulling back, Sunburst gasped for breath. Through the haze of his glasses—“Celestia, fuck it.” He discarded the glasses to the side and went in for another long kiss, breathing into the plushie’s lips as he thrust against her, and then switching his tactics, he grasped her thighs with both hooves and started fucking her properly.
With the first stroke he rammed it home until his tip tapped against Starlight’s chin, then with the second he settled into a slower, more shallow pumping motion. The room was filled with the soft schlick and the pants of a stallion in rut as Sunburst slowly settled into a steady rhythm.
Schlick
He’d slowly pull back, his balls tensing and his back arching—breathing in the smell of Starlight’s fur. The scent of his own arousal was heavy in the air. His flare would pulse against the tight confines between her thighs, and then he would push forward, plunging again into the depths.
Schlick
With his body pressed against hers, the small gap formed the perfect embrace, squeezing his flare as it drove forwards, wetting both Starlight’s and his own fur, lubricating the passage until it came to a rest against the underside of her chin. His balls pressed against the plushie’s backside. His shaft flexed against Starlight’s, his balls twitching.
“Ah...” He breathed, clenching his jaw.
Go on...
He heard Starlight say. Her voice was low, almost like a whisper. So quiet it might as well not be there, but still he could hear it. Focusing his eyes, Sunburst glanced down at the plushie—her button eyes were gazing into his with a desire—her breathing heavy—The plushie’s head tilted against the back of the bed, but its gaze remained centered on his.
Don’t stop, Sunburst. Give it to me. Give me everything you ever wanted, my beloved.
“St-S—Ah—” he gasped. His heart was racing. Sunburst felt himself on the brink as he felt his chest tighten and his entire body shudder. The beginnings of his orgasm were once more knocking at the door as another bead of pre shot out, streaked with white as he pressed his body against hers—But this wasn’t it.He couldn’t cum yet, no matter how much he wanted it he needed something. Something more. Anything to take him that tiny bit further.
Cum for me, please, Sunburst. Show me how much you love me.
Starlight’s voice was still whispering in his ears, goading him, daring him to take this further. It wasn’t enough for him to be against her, on top of her—He licked the small dribble from his lips, mouth dry as he nodded.
“J-Just this once,” He whispered, voice shaking with restraint.
Staggering, he pulled himself away from the chair, off of Starlight even as his pulsing erection leaked a second stream of rapidly-thickening pre across her belly. He could barely walk—legs as weak as they were—and the massive weight under his belly wasn’t helping matters as the stallion struggled to pull himself to his hooves.
Foregoing any sense of decorum, Sunburst threw himself blindly across the room, landing with both hooves braces against the lid of the barrel he’d discarded so long ago—The nails and the lid were barely a distraction as he tore them off, discarded the pieces to the floor, and dove with his magic to the bottom tossing aside the antiques he’d so carefully curated with Princess Twilight that very morning.
Books collided with the floor, pages scattered, crystalline glass trinkets shattered and metal ornaments bent and clanged against the solid matted carpet until, finally—Sunburst paused all of a sudden out of reverence.
His heart skipped a beat—his erection and tail switching in tandem as he retreated backwards out of the battered and beaten container, holding aloft his trophy to carry back to his waiting lover.
Returning to the recliner, Sunburst slowly approached Starlight with his treasure floating above his head. The hot flush was burning his cheeks as he grinned with magic stare—unrestrained by a flimsy pair of scholarly glasses to hide his real intentions as he lined himself up.
Her eyes were gazing into his and he into hers as Sunburst glanced across Starlight’s face, biting his lips at the prospect of what he was about to do—His mouth uncharacteristically wet all of a sudden, he licked his lip with a bead of sweat that trailed down his brow.
Moving his tip aside, he clasped both hooves over the space below Starlight’s tale and gently caused the fabric to pars. It only took a few adjustments, he always thought it might come to this, after all…
The extra stitching came undone with ease and the side of his hocks parted the plushie to reveal a small pocket inside with the internal stuffing still packed in solid like it had been made yesterday.
He clenched his teeth, chewing on his lip in the process as he tried to ignore the growing rod of steel between his legs and lowered the toy into place, perfectly filling the gap.
Starlight’s body stretched slightly to accompany the extra girth but once it was properly flush with her belly, the results were uncanny. She had the appearance of being a little more pudgy than before, but it was more than anything he could have hoped for—the exact right colour to match Starlight’s coat, the softest of materials, and with the gentlest of motions, he was able to part her newfound lips to reveal the pink flesh of her insides.
There was even a small nub that peeked out to meet him—the clit—that winked as his hoof tip pulled back the upper part of her hood.
His heart skipped a beat—his cock bounced as it pulsed another bead of pre that splashed onto the ground and chair, and then the next one directly into the fleshlight as Sunburst guided his tip against the opening, using his own fluids to lubricate and ensure she was ready and moist.
He could already hear Starlight’s voice, and for once he knew what she was going to say before he heard it.
You know what to do.
A tremor ran all the way up Sunburst’s spine. With no time to waste, he thrust into her, holding the plushie by her shoulders as he rammed his tip against the faux pussy.
At first nothing happened. Her body compressed under the force as his cock head compressed against the opening. Sunburst twisted his hips, feeling the gentle massaging of the soft surface against his flesh—more lube seeping into her opening as he leaned further forwards, practically looming over Starlight and the chair as he did so.
His heart was racing at this point. A small doubt ran through his mind as he strained against Starlight’s pussy, pressing and panting. His shaft flexed slightly as, for a moment, he felt like the tip had found purchase, but then it slipped and grazed across her hood, moving with a slick slurp over the opening as he wondered: “Did he make a mistake? Had he gotten one that was too small?”
How could that be possible? He’d measured himself several times.
Repositioning, Sunburst pulled back and allowed himself to adjust—The pounding in his ears was becoming unbearable as he stared down at the plushie in front of him, her voice screaming in his ear.
“Do to. Do it. DO IT”
And a flash of desperation, his body moved almost of its own accord. Like ravenous animal, Sunburst hooked his hooves onto Starlight’s hips and thrust forward, rocking his hips with abandon—One, two, three, on the fourth try, the tip of his cock found the spot and snaked into the hole with a loud and wet squeach—”Aaahh---” Sunburst gasped, his voice coming out a series of quick and short pants as he felt the tight, wet embrace slide up his shaft, teasing his tip until he felt the pressure of Starlight’s clit bump against his medial ring.
Almost instantly, Sunburst’s entire body seized up—a shockwave of pleasure sending explosions of tingling throughout his entire body as his breathing got stuck in the back of his throat—Then he exhaled—“Ah, fuuuuck…”---as he resumed thrusting.
Starting in short, small motions, Sunburst slowly settled into a rhythm, slowly pumping in and out of Starlight—with every motion sending a fresh wave of pleasure through his tip, and every thrust forward taking him deeper, making the movements all that little easier.
Schleck
Schleck
Schleck
As the rhythm slowly increased, Sunburst could feel his orgasm building in the back of his legs. He readjusted, spreading his stance, and pressed his hoof into the recliner for support, causing it to creak loudly. The weakened old springs inside groaned under the immense strain of a sex-crazed stallion in rut.
His nostrils flared at the rising scent of sex growing around him and it wasn’t long before he could feel her tight embrace moving past his medial ring, the nub of her clit now licking straight past the ridge with every thrust, tickling his senses and making his cock pulse and stiffen with his every move.
“Ah—F-Fuck—” He whispered under his breath, leaning down to bring his muzzle closer to Starlight’s, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to focus on the sensations, on not—The vicelike grip around his shaft grew tighter and tightened with every beating of his heart. “Yo-You’re so tight…” He swallowed, dryly. “I-I don’t think I can—”
Then don’t
She interrupted, causing the fur on the back of Sunburst’s back to stand on end.
Don’t hold back. Give it to me. Give me what you want, Sunburst. Cum. In. Me
“St-St”—Sunburst’s teeth clenched as his entire body locked into place—“Staaarlight....!” he screamed from the bottom of his lungs as his balls twitched and clenched.
His back arched and shook, as a wave of sensations washed over him—hilting inside of Starlight as he fired off his load—Pulse after massive pulse shot own his shaft , squeezed into the tiny space and locked by his engorged head—The pressure was too immense and spurts of cum shot out from the point of contact past his medial ring and down his balls, leaking out across Sunburst legs and seeping into the upholstery as Sunburst’s entire body shook.
He had the clarity of mind to pull free, and his head erupted from the fleshlight amid a flood of cum as he thrust it forward, against Starlight’s belly as ribbons of his seed shot out and over her head. “Aaaaahhahhh…”
He came, and came. The sticky ropes of his seed painted the plushie from head to hoof, and then some.
The last ropes shot past her to drench the chair. The first and second hit her mane, and her chin. Then the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth soaked into their coat together and, finally, the last few dribbles formed a pool against her where his flare lay, still pulsing and drooling thick globules of cum onto her belly.
“Ah...” Sunburst gasped, and slumped to the side, collapsing against the chair with Starlight beside him.
His vision blurred and eyes crossed, he reached to adjust his glasses, but upon realising they weren’t there, he broke into a fit of snickers and looked over to the plushie on his side, now more white and sticky than purple, much like himself. It was almost on instinct when his hoof bumped her to make the plushie look back at him like two lovers cradled together in their bed, Sunburst smiled as he leaned forwards, to peck her forehead with a kiss.
His lips came back wet with his own seed, trailing a miniscule string of cum between the two whilst his softening cock stood up into the open air, still leaking the last of his release, likely onto the floor where he couldn’t see it.
He inhaled. His nostrils filled with the thick scent of his own doing as he whispered. “I love you, Starlight.”
The plushie whispered back, echoing through his mind.
“I love you too, Sunburst.”
Then in the moments that followed, an unprompted question. “Promise you’ll tell me?”
“S-Someday...” Sunburst said, as he drifted off to sleep. “Someday, Starlight...”
The lights inside Sunburst’s cottage were still burning by the time Princess Cadance and Shining Armor arrived with their guards on the street. That was to be expected, though. Having left little Flurry back at the castle, it had only been a few minutes since she had left. In all likelihood, Sunburst was probably still in the process of getting ready to head out to take on the night of babysitting.
Better not to disturb him, she thought, as Cadance stopped in the front driveway. She glanced around and gestured for her husband to join her along with the rest of the crystal guard contingent..
Shining was the first to join her side, clad in his official garb: a pink bathrobe and a shower cap. Dripping with water and trailing soap suds behind him, he stopped beside Cadance and looked both left and right, eyes squinted to keep the shampoo, and the hints of shame, out of his eyes. “Are you sure this is the last place you saw it?” he asked.
Cadance nodded. “Yes, I’m certain,” she affirmed, “Flurry had her Whammy with her when we left the daycare earlier today and she was playing with it right up to this point.” She pointed at a non-descript part of the driveway. “After acquiring Sunburst’s services, we came back straight away to the royal nursery and that’s when we noticed it was gone.”
“And the crying started,” shining amended.
“And the crying started.” Cadence reaffirmed.
“And you’re sure she didn’t drop it on the way?”
“It’s not in the nursery, and if she’d dropped it anywhere in the street we would have picked it up by now.” Cadance gestured to the contingent of personnel around them—”If none of these stallions found it, then has to be here.”
Shining “hrm” as he scratched behind the shower cap. Seemingly agreeing, he shrugged and declared: “Well okay.” and snapped to attention, prompting the guards around them to scramble to attention. “You heard her, fillies,” Shining Armor shouted, “the plushie is somewhere on the premises. Fan out and find it.”--Whispering, he shuddered “Or Celestia so help us…
“The first stallion I see with a stuffed snail under their shoulder gets commendation from the crown and—”
Cadence butted in front. “MOVE IT!”
The guards spasmed and reaffirmed their salutes, then collided into each other as they chanted in mock unison—“Sir, yes sir!”—“Yes ma’am!”—“Sorry ma’am”—then broke formation to start combing the area.
“Whilst you all do that,” Cadance said with a smirk and a roll of her eyes, she turned and started trotting towards the front porch. “I’m going to knock on the door and ask Sunburst is he’s seen it around.”
Shining responded passively with a wave over his shoulder—“Alright, you do that, Honey—Hey! Hey!” he snapped at one of the guards as they were about to trample the neighbour’s hedges, and broke into a gallop to stop them from falling into the wheelbarrow directly behind it. “You get away from that right now!”
Cadance simply rolled her eyes—Stallions—and returned to knock on the door.
Three quick raps.
TAP. TAP. TAP.
And no answer.
She frowned. “Hm. Strange.”
She knocked again, and when there wasn’t an immediate response, she leaned an ear against the door, listening for any sounds.
All she heard was a faint “...come in…”
Cadance stood back and blinked. She glanced at the window—the curtains were drawn, but the lights were on, and it sounded like he was active. Maybe Sunburst was too busy to answer the door?
“Well…” There was a thump behind her that made the ground shake and Cadance looked back at the gaggle of stallions behind her to see Shining Armor currently struggling to get one of the guards’ heads out of an overturned planter.
She shrugged. “Eh, they’ll be fine,”—and shouted—”Coming!”—Princess Cadance opened the door with the delicate grace she’d learned from her aunt, with her hooves and a liberal application of force. Predictably, as always, it was unlocked.
“Hey, Sunburst, Flurry lost her Whammy plushie I was wondering if you’d… seen… it…”
As her eyes adjusted to the indoor light, her eyebrows raised and her mouth dropped open. The commotion behind dulled as every stallion with a view of the doorway—except the one with his head in a planter—stopped to gawk at the scene in front of them.
One of the stallions gasped a girlish scream, and fainted.
Cadance, for what she was worth, was the most composed. Raising a dainty hoof to her mouth, she uttered a single: “Oh my.”
Sunburst, from his position on the recliner, blinded and covered in cum as he clutched an—equally as covered in cum—plush version of Starlight Glimmer, squinted at the open door and blushed, uttering with a sheepish smirk, a very girly high-pitched voice, the simple words:
“Uhm…”—He winced s Whammy fell off the bookshelf between him and Cadance with a deafening thump—“I can explain?”
