Twilight had finished all of her scheduled work the day before. The Library was in immaculate condition, so Spike had been given the day off to go spend time with the Crusaders. The meeting of their ‘little group’ was finished early-- In the end, they hadn’t managed to come to a clear conclusion. Rarity and Rainbow Dash both thought they should go fast, Applejack and Pinkie thought they should go slow. But at the same time, Rarity thought it could easily come off as too fast, and Dash worried about what would happen if they failed. Meanwhile, Applejack felt that going too slow was worse than too fast, and Pinkie only suggested ‘slow’ because it gave her more time to hold parties and hook them up that way. In the end, it was some kind of ridiculous self-imposed deadlock, so the two of them decided to take everypony’s advice- Go as fast as they were comfortable with, be ready to back down at signs of it backfiring.

But she was distracting herself- The meeting was over already. This was all just pre-amble to keep her nerves down in consideration of the other fact: Everything was clean, everything was orderly, and most importantly, nopony was going to need her. For the rest of the night. So finally, at long last, she could unwrap her spoils. She hadn't even gotten a good look at it all in the shop, especially not the 'bonus' Nickle had thrown in. So she dragged the secret box out from under the bed, undid the seal over the lock, unlocked the lock, undid the seal under the lock, and then opened it.

The sheer black bag stared up at her, and she cleared her throat. She was more nervous now than she had been on the bed in Carousel Boutique, more giddy than she had been since, well, her first time. Which was only a week and change ago but still. She telekinetically opened the bag, and looked inside. Her mind immediately snapped into Inventory Mode-- Whenever she was shown a layout like this, she just had to make an itemized list. This would be much more annoying if it hadn't saved her a lot of trouble on multiple occasions. And if she was not, in fact, Twilight Sparkle.

Inventory Mode Results:

Three (3) pornographic books

--Two (2) appear to be predominantly Mare-Mare content

--The remaining one (1) pamphlet seems to be a guide to effective "clopping".
One (1) bottle "Everfree" Lubricant
One (1) White & Gold... um, "artificial stallionhood"
One (1) Carved oak box, contents unknown.

That bonus item. Hmm. Twilight didn't, honestly, know what to expect from it- They had not charged her so much as a single bit extra, but it looked expensive. Then again, perhaps they were just giving it to her out of kindness. She could understand that sort of motivation. Well, it's now or never- If she's going to get used to some kind of strange new object, best to do it when she's feeling this eager. Pop the lid, and...

Odd. A slipper made of some kind of woven metal fabric, like cloth-of-gold or silverweave, and a crystalline ring, large enough to possibly fit onto her horn. Both the exact same lavender shade as her coat, and... Oooh, a manual! Twilight loved reading manuals, so she immediately snapped it out of the box and began to peruse.

Thank you for ordering a custom-fitted Uni-Ring and matching glove. To utilize this particular device, simply...

She didn't remember ordering it, and in fact, was positive she hadn't-- There simply wouldn't have been time to do so. But given that Mr. Finish made the merchandise himself, perhaps he just forgot to change the message from the normal manual. There was, however, a note in the back (she always skimmed first before reading in depth).

"Compliments of the maker-- Enjoy it! I believe it will be well-suited to a unicorn of your talents."

And it was signed with that double-diamond pattern- His Cutie Mark. Well then! She supposed there was no reason not to try it, at this point. Reading the instructions closely, and following the diagrams, she went to slide the crystal ring onto her horn.

"Please make sure to apply the ring manually, without the use of magic. We suggest help from a partner, or simply 'spearing' it while it is placed on a pillow. Well that's strange, but... OK!"
She had never been one to disregard instructions. She set the ring-- A beveled one, clearly designed to fit snugly on the base of her horn-- onto a pillow and then, feeling a bit silly, slid her horn through it. The feel of cold stone made her shiver- She was already over-sensitive, and even without her magic active, the nerves of her horn had always been a bit quick to respond.

Next, she put the "glove" (Such a weird word!) onto one hoof, and made sure it fit with equal comfort. The manual said to do this without magic as well, so she did it by mouth, making sure not to rip anything- As if she could, given that her touch confirmed the metal’s strength. It was a good fit, and cool to the touch. Peeking at the instructions again, she saw that the actual 'application' was complete. All that remained was...

"Simply telekinetically manipulate the glove and enjoy. That... Alright, after I'm done testing this, I need to figure out how it works. I mean, unless I'm misunderstanding, that shouldn't really do anythhhhaaaah~"

She had been resting her hoof on one hip when she was speaking, and when the magic engulfed it, there was a sensation she had never felt before. Heat, pressure, a faint and gentle vibration, and the slightest tingle, like sparkling electricity. She stopped casting in shock, and the sensations faded along with the aura of magic. With a brief breath to steel herself, she started up again. Running the covered hoof down her coat brought a moan out of her throat, unwilling but entirely welcome, and so she kept going.

She leaned further back in the bed, running her covered hoof across her entire body in slow passes, the others lying lazily at her sides. Cooing and purring, moaning and nickering, even laughing from time to time. The feelings were just... Ooh, she needed to find a way to thank those wonderful ponies. But for now she just luxuriated, focusing all of her attention on that glove, and more importantly, the skin beneath it. Soon she found out that as she changed her focus, the feelings changed too-- She could concentrate the sensation, intensify it, even give it shape and form. Wary, she pushed in more power, and bucked her hips out of reflex- The difference was incredible. She could feel the warm, wet heat on her stifles, and her nipples positively ached. But they could wait a little longer.

Wave after wave of delicious sensation, sparks of electrical force and that reddish-purple glow. She lost herself in it for a time, almost meditating on the feelings beginning to pulse and coil inside her core. She slipped on a patch of overly-straight coat, her hoof careening into one faint swell of a breast, and that was the last straw. When she felt that massive spike of heat, she simply gave up all restraint and drove the covered hoof straight between her hind legs, panting and shaking.

Feeling the glove's power surging against her folds sent her to climax almost instantly, overstimulated nerves screaming, she was screaming, she tried to muffle it but she simply had no ability to do so. If she was perfectly honest, she also had no desire to restrain her cries-- This was phenomenal. She started her normal slow process of bucking, rolling her hips against her hoof, except now her magic was creating these amazing feelings, and her recent orgasm was making her sensitivity unbearable. Her tongue lolled out, and she whimpered, panting, groaning. A second rolling burst of pleasure, and a third right on its heels, shocking her and breaking her spell concentration. It was just as well-- She was not sure she could have taken another dose of that kind of potent pleasure, not right away.

Recovering slowly, she looked down and shook her head. Another set of sheets, as good as gone: No way she could ask Spike to wash this stain out. There was no way she had been expecting to come this much, this fast, and she was even starting to feel a bit woozy. It had never been that big of a problem during her previous, um, "sessions", but she had read that there was frequently a dip in energy 'after', and her own habit of magical over-exertion wasn’t helping. Rather than keep moving, Twilight decided that this was the perfect time for a nap- After all, she did have the entire night to herself. Oh! And maybe she could actually salvage these sheets. No need to hide them from Spike if she was doing the wash herself for a change- He'd think it was weird that she actually did the laundry, but she could pass it off as a "thank you" for being so helpful lately.

So in the end, she slid the ring from her horn gently, and peeled away the glove-- Still crackling with residual magic. Looking closer, she saw the image of a pair of silver discs inside the sock (she still wasn't used to the word "glove")'s lining, and a black double-diamond inside the horn ring. They must have made this together-- Very sweet, in a way, seeing a married couple make such "married" items. They really were an interesting pair. But now was not the time to think about that-- It was time to sleep.

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Curtains, closed.
Animals, fed and in their houses.
Angel Bunny, in the time-out cage for biting Scootaloo. Again.
Crusaders (and Spike, oddly), gone.
Meeting, adjourned.
Lights, low.
Candles, lit.
Basement door...

Fluttershy rarely ever used the 'basement' part of her basement, as opposed to the well-travelled root cellar where she kept all of the long-storing food that was too bulky to go in her refrigerator. The basement proper, however, simply contained a guest bed. A guest bed that now bore fresh sheets, a new comforter, and at this moment, two small candelabras. One of them on each bedside table, lit to the full, providing a warm and appealing light. In this light, she could be comfortable. Safe.

So finally, she clambered up on the bed and looked at what she had bought. It was... no, she couldn't really think of it as dirty. But it had certainly been awkward enough. Enough to make her almost flee from Luna, and the shop, when she realized that the Princess might find out just what it was. She looked at it again, not quite lusting, not quite fearful, but entirely worked up, wings stirring the air against her will.

Sleek, yet imposing. Small, on the average, but large enough. A deep midnight blue chased with accents of silver and black. She shivered just looking at it, in Her colors. It was... Well, it was extremely naughty of her. But she had purchased this 'toy' to use it, not to stare at it- Or Stare at it, for that matter. Not as if a dildo could misbehave, but... Alright, she was stalling.

It took a brief minute to activate the small 'enhancement' that came with it-- Stored magic used to anchor it to the head of the bed. Apparently, this made it much easier for earth ponies and pegasii to use it, since they could rut against it. Oh, just thinking the word 'rut' was getting her in a tizzy, tail whipping from side to side. She tried, without success, to rein it in. If Luna were here now, what would she think? Why, she would...

"Dear Fluttershy! What in all of Equestria dost thou think thou art doing?"

"Princess! Ohno! I, um, that is, eeeek."

She shut up with a squeak, blushing furiously, trying to hide the offending device behind her flank. This only pressed it up against her, making her let out a horribly lewd moan. Luna's eyes went wide.

"That is a very risque thing for a mare of thy station to do before royalty."
"Ohmygosh I'm insulting you Princess I never meant to-"
And at that, the Princess of the Night smirked, eyes smoldering with something Fluttershy had never seen outside of her few peeks at adult entertainment.
"Nopony said it was an insult. Just that it was... daring. We wish to see thee continue."

She couldn't speak. There was no way. She just blushed like an inferno, her traitorous body heating up and begging for it. She could feel the pulsing contractions of her other lips, even as the ones on her mouth smacked, dry, in an attempt to reply.

"Would thou keep Us waiting?"
That she would not. So she...

Rutted up against it, already staggeringly wet, and felt it slide deep inside. It was uncomfortable for a moment, but without any real pain. Just... pressure. Delicious pressure, strong and firm and absolutely unyielding, inside of her. She moaned now, for real, slowly staggering back, face buried in the blankets as her knees scooted her further back. Moments later, she hilted on it, gasping and keening, and slowly rose up. Her forelegs curled under her, her mane a disheveled mess, her wings beating faster than she thought possible. Her hind legs, already spread to accept the intrusive force, began to rise, putting her face even further into the bed. And now she could relax.

Well, not really relax, but let herself calm down, becoming accustomed to the presence. It didn't take long, and then she moved. That alone almost brought out more embarrassing sounds, the first stretch leaving an absurdly enjoyable emptiness. She bucked back against it, and whined, leaned forwards and groaned. It became a steady rhythm, her hips pulsing, her wings having given up entirely and gone utterly straight. She kept up the pace, just loving the moment. If only... oh, if Luna were here. She'd already imagined it, and even in her own head, even in her own bed, even while doing something so lewd, she couldn't bring herself to think about Luna actually being there during the act. So she made do with the toy, and her hopes.

"Luna..."
The name left her lips almost entirely without her volition, and she could practically feel it, see it, see Her. Bearing down from above, pressing her into the sheets and the mattress beneath her. A mane of stars and smoky night sky filled her vision, and the tentative bites and nibbles of royal teeth sent her ears twitching. It was all fake, a vision, her imagination, but it was glorious all the same, and she could only hope the reality would care for her even half as much. The toy slid deep again, and again, and a third time, pushing her up onto the brink. The name came out more like a prayer or a devotion now, constant and fervent, on the off-chance that somewhere in Equestria the Princess herself could hear it. And that thought, of Luna finding out, seeing her in this state, putting her in this state...

She finished with gusto, her entire body shaking, ears folded down and mouth open in a silent shout. Sliding face-first down the bed, legs exhausted, wings folding, she let out a weak laugh at the feeling of the toy completely exiting. That was... Mmmh. She didn't have words. Didn't really need them either. Now was just time to relax, rest on her laurels and take a brief break before resuming her daily work.

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It had been a long day fulfilling duties or completing pieces of necessary work. One piece of work consumed her time, only to be finished and then replaced almost immediately. Finally, she had shifted the moon into position, set it spinning on the Wheel, and she could relax. With everything done, and a rare night free, she was able to head to her private bedchambers, dismiss the guards, and finally lean back in the bed and examine her new purchases. And after that, she could start dreaming about... The door slamming open to reveal an immaculate white grin and a mane that flowed like hers. No, that was not the dream, merely the harsh reality: Her intrusive older sister had barged in without a single word, ogling her salaciously. She replied to the interruption with a dirty glare.

"'Tia! What did We just say yesterday about Our privacy?"

They had no real need for royal practices or masks in private- They were a pair of sisters like any other, when alone. It provided a much-needed relief from the stresses of daily work, even if their informal nature and constant jibes led to some friction. But it was the friction expected of siblings.

Celestia chuckled and pretended to ponder Luna’s question.
"Well, little sister, I do believe you said... nothing I was unable to ignore."

She groaned and rolled her eyes before thinking about hiding her purchase- Not that it would have mattered if she had. There was nothing suited to penetrating lies, concealment, or falsehood quite like the light of the Sun.

Celestia plopped down next to her, relaxing and nuzzling up to her younger sister- Nudging the bag’s contents onto the bed in the process. She looked down at the variety, eyes darting from one toy to the next. Luna sighed in exasperation- She knew precisely what reaction this would be getting.
"Speaking of privacy, I cannot believe you went toy shopping without me, Luna! You know how badly The Collection has been in need of expansion."

As expected. Luna shook her head and decided to explain.
"Yes, well, We ran into a friend who was visiting Canterlot, and..."

Telling the story of the day's events would help get her mind off of things. And plus, there was a chance she could get Celestia to join her at the nameless shop. They hadn't, it was true, gone on such a shopping escapade since... Well, since before the incident. And to be blunt, she had missed it. Her sister may be the most regal pony in Equestria, but behind closed doors, they were still sisters, almost as if nothing had changed. And if she had to put up with the occasional prank or rude intrusion, in return for that comfort? So be it.