With my body ready, and the toy drenched in a couple tablespoons of lubricant, I lift myself above it, standing on my hind hooves and balancing against the wall. I try to use my best judgement to line up, take a deep breath and sit slowly onto the head. I miss the first time, and the second. I reach a hoof down to help aim and finally get the fake flesh to tease my living taint.

With another deep breath, I try my hardest not to clench and squeeze the head back out. I get it in, gasping harshly against the brevity of the first pinch of pain, into a heavy sigh. Now that it’s penetrated my rectum, how far can I get it?

I move slower than time. I silently thank Patches for getting such a soft rubber for my first toy. Something touches me just right, making me gasp again and clench unwillingly. I bite my lip, and remind myself to open my eyes. It’s not crucial, but this is a learning experience. I suddenly glance to my side, spotting the two towels hanging on the door. I laugh at myself, squatting against the bathroom wall with a synthetic phallus in my ass hole.

My smile drops as I squirm and the rubber touches parts of me I didn’t know about. I vaguely remember times at home when I would tease myself with a hoof from time to time in the shower. That was nothing like this. This was a deep, infinite pleasure. I have an idea to rotate my hips and squeal out loud at the feeling that comes after. I don’t know how to explain it. I slowly take myself a few centimeters back upward, taking yet another deep breath, then thrust my body down once more.

I grit my teeth, hating myself for going that little bit too fast. The pain fades quickly, though. I look at myself and my penis is reacting as expected. Already almost fully hard, it dances in midair as I gawk at it like a picture in a book. I wiggle my body some more and moan into the wall. Then I bite my tongue, afraid of making too much noise. My tongue between my molars, I choose to make another thrust downward, however slowly. Then back up…

I feel the head tug at my rectum slightly and start moving right back down. Instead of speed, this time I go for depth. Barely keeping my voice down, I eventually feel the toy’s stimulating medial ring. It feels almost threatening, but I press slowly against it. More deep breaths and I survive the catch and take a short break, gyrating some more. My cock is leaking pre-cum from the pleasure, but my insides feel full enough for now. I raise myself slowly, hearing the ring pop out suddenly. I clench reflexively, then gasp at the sensation.

Admiring my erection for a few more short seconds I decide to start making some more moves.

Widening my stance slightly I arch my back to prepare for something more serious. My body seemed to know what it was doing without my instruction. Or Pearl’s instruction.

Where’d that thought come from?

I quickly push it away, unintentionally finding Stitches at the front of my mind following Pearl. With my eyes closed, I try to remember the first time he kissed me, and start replaying the scene. The warmth of his breath on my face, his taste. My lips react to the strong memory, and I barely stop myself from kissing the wall.

I envision the kiss, then reach downward with one hoof and stroke my meat gently with the crook of my pastern. The dry stroke feels nice, but the dick inside me feels better. Lowering myself again to my limits I can’t help but moan out loud. Looking down again I’m not entirely satisfied, and have a new idea. Narrowly keeping the phallus inside me I reach for the bottle of lube and drip a few drops into my hoof. I stroke myself again, now in sync with the penetration, along with a deep breath through my teeth.

I let out the long sigh and stop short to adjust my position again, taking a second to drop my glasses on the vanity to my left. With both hooves against the wall I move my hips vertically a little quicker. My front right hoof slips just a bit, thanks to the lubricant. I end up pushing past the medial ring by mistake and getting a sting of pain. While unexpected, it didn’t slow me down. I grit my teeth and lift back up past it. I resume my prior movements, adding a few hip rotations now and then to add to the stimulus.

I go on that way for some time, though it didn’t really feel that long. My dick is bouncing around wildly while I pick up the pace gradually. I grab it again with my ankle and begin again with attending it. The sudden incitation charges my body with electricity, causing me to clench. A mix of pain and pleasure storms my ass and I slow down just a bit. The pain subsides, so I decide to squeeze again. It’s breathtaking. My scrotum shrinks and my dick seems to harden some more. I stroke faster, rotating my hips, and slowly lowering myself further. The medial ring passes one more time and my penis twitches. I’m getting close.

I close my eyes and bite my lip, trying to move faster, deeper. I’m past the middle ring and still digging. My stomach churns, though enticingly somehow. I get so deep that I feel a strange pressure behind my naval, and I cry out. I’m sure I sound like a mare, but I don’t care. I do care at how loud I’m being. But how did I ever get this deep?

I suddenly start thinking of the show from before, putting on that first pair of panties. I imagine what I must have looked like to the others, uncharacteristically gregarious and sensual. Who was I back then? Who have I become? I’m unsure, but it’s perfect.

The new thought brings an all new inspiration to the exercise and I arch my back some more, taking the dick at a different angle and startling myself again. I don’t slow down, or ease up in the slightest.

My hind legs are bent so far I decide to adjust again, sitting on my hocks, deeper than I ever imagined. My dick flares, nearly at its climax. I suddenly decide to sit all the way down on the toy, relaxing my back legs and letting the rubber reach all the way inside me. The fake ball sack touches mine and the discomfort is quickly drowned out by bliss as my loins convulse.

Wave after wave follow rhythmically as I shoot my first conscious load against the tiles of the bathroom wall. My voice has abandoned me, crying out into the room with the orgasmic splatter like… I can’t even think of what it was like. I sounded like a filly, but I didn’t care. I might have trouble making eye contact with my neighbors for a while, but I hardly did anyway other than to be polite.

Thoughts foggy, I resist the urge to lie down on the floor. I lean back and sigh, stretching my neck backward, then hear the suction cup pop off the floor. My anus squeezes suddenly, and a pinch of pain shoots up to my jaw. Curious. Still sitting on the dildo I look down at my softening dick, then at the mess in the corner. I put a hoof on the wall of the tub to my side, sigh again, then smile idiotically. I knew I was going to regret taking the full length like that. Then I knew I’d likely do it again without a second thought.

I lift myself slowly, careful not to instinctively eject the mass from my colon. I turn the shower on and let the water fall over me for a few seconds, then lie down in the tub. The warm, pressurized water pummels me as I relax. The douche is still there, and I rinse it off then leave it aside. I turn myself around and turn the heat up, letting it massage my backside as I ease up on the intruder. Eventually I started pushing, but that was dangerously uncomfortable. Instead I choose to reach around and pull the thing out by hoof.

I take it slow, pausing at the medial ring and head, reminding myself to ease up a little more for the extra width. Once I do get it out, my now empty orifice reflexively clenches several times. After initially ignoring the feeling of needing to take a massive shit, being so empty so suddenly was now an even more awkward sensation. More instincts make me feel like I’m not completely empty, and try to get me to push more waste out. I resist, fearing the development of a hemorrhoid.

I take more deep breaths for a minute or two, eventually remembering there were other things to be done. I sigh, then smile, really just happy I finally got to have this feeling.

Then I feel sad, almost like I betrayed my first real partner. It didn’t last, since I knew this was for the best. I definitely would not regret this.

I shut off the water and get out to start cleaning up, wiping up my ejaculation with a wet rag that needed to be washed soon anyway. I dry myself off, then my dildo and douche. Then I decide to wash each one with hoof soap. After drying those off again I squeeze them both into the same box, the little rectangle the dildo came in, along with the bottle of lube. I’m pleased to see I haven’t even used a quarter of the contents. Perhaps not even one-sixth. I’m not great with estimates though.

I dry myself off and step out of the bathroom, ready to start the coming day.