“Can you see anything?” Apple Bloom asked, struggling to keep the little makeshift Cutie Mark Crusaders Totem Pole in check. She was always at the bottom, being the strongest due to her apple-bucking skills.

“OW! Get your hoof out of my eye!” Scootaloo protested to the unicorn above her. Sweetie Belle struggled to try and reach the window sill to hold stable, but it was obviously too high, being on the second floor.

“I can't reach! We need to get some stuff to stack up to stand on!” the unicorn called down, her weight shifting even more.

“HEY! QUIT IT!” Scootaloo whined, getting a hoof to the back of the head, a white blur consuming everything for a brief moment in her vision.

“Quit squirming, you dodo!” Sweetie Bell frowned, looking down at the Pegasus below her. Whatever reservations she had about spying on her friends earlier had quickly disappeared when she was overtaken by the butterflies in her stomach about seeing something potentially forbidden.

“I told you not to call me things I don't know what they mean! You're pulling my wing!” Scootaloo shouted back, ready to bite the leg hanging in front of her face.

“OH NO! We're gonna....” Apple Bloom tried to exclaim, feeling all their weight shift forward.

Twilight Sparkle lie on her bed and sighed. She glanced at the bag on the floor, waiting for the contents to be put to use, and bit her lip. Why did this feel so wrong? she thought. Perhaps it was her upbringing. Maybe it was because she felt that she probably WOULDN'T find a stallion to settle down with, being the dork she was and all. She wanted to save herself for somepony special. Rarity assured her that this wouldn't ruin that, which talked her into buying the object. But it still gave a strange twinge of butterflies in her stomach.

The loud crash outside snapped her from her thoughts. She glanced at the window, wanting to see what was going on, but decided against it. Any excuse to get out of her dedicated task would be ignored in favor of overcoming her nervousness. Using her magic, she levitated the item from the shopping bag and slowly turned it in the air. It was made of rubber, and resembled a stallion's part almost perfectly, except for the unrealistic coloration of course. Twilight sighed as her over analysis was part of what she felt drove guys away from her. Why can't I just enjoy things as they are? Perhaps, this would be the first step to that moment.

Of course she knew all about the act of mating. The parts, positions, optimum times for insemination. It was one of her quirks, diving into her books about anything and everything and absorbing it like a sponge. Now, here was the moment of truth, putting all the knowledge to use. Rarity was right in calling it another 'experiment'. Her magic brought the item closer, and Twilight admired the little details in the craft before chiding herself for over analyzing again. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue and tasted the tip. It didn't really have a flavor at all, but it felt...right to her somehow.

“I got some boxes!” Scootaloo called out.

“Ah found some apple crates!” Apple Bloom added her stuff to the pile.

“I got some pillows!” Sweetie Belle added, tossing the pillows into the collection.

“Pillows?!” the others asked in unison.

“If we fall again.”

“OH!”

“What if she sees us?” Apple Bloom asked, growing worried.

“Relax! She'll be to busy to see us.” Scootaloo explained.

“What about Spike?” the earth pony asked. “What if he sees us?”

“We're wasting time, you guys! Come on!” Sweetie Belle called, already scaling the pile.

Twilight's eyes widened at the strange feeling in her most private of areas. She knew to get the toy good and wet before attempting anything so as to avoid friction. Only Twilight could make the act of lovemaking boring by making it all sound....textbook. She could feel the faint twitching below, signaling that her body wanted this more than her mind could understand. For once in her life, she had lost control of her own senses. Magic was one thing, but that experience was never pleasurable, especially in overload. But this feeling was different, as if there was a heat spreading through her body, all emanating from the source between her flanks. Her forelock brushed against a wet spot on the sheets and she blushed slightly.

The toy slid in and out of her muzzle with ease now, drool hanging from the corners of her mouth as the silence was broken by the occasional sounds of slurping and gagging. The whole thing felt awkward and somewhat pathetic on her part, but at the same time, these feelings now nullified all of that. She felt wanted and loved, even if was just from herself, and this renewed her passion to find a stallion and experience it the right way. She wasn't old enough to be in heat yet, but she knew it would come sooner than she thought.

Subconsciously, her horn began to faintly glow, producing eerily appropriate mood lighting while at the same time, moving the needle on the old phonograph downstairs, causing the library to be filled with soothing music. She noticed all of this, but didn't really mind. Unicorn magic was controlled by emotions after all. Feeling that the toy was wet enough, she rolled onto her back and sighed at the sudden breeze she felt against the furnace between her flanks. If she got this worked up over a toy, she could only imagine how she would react to the real thing. But that was for another time. Any sense of doubt or embarrassment was gone in favor of a body that was now riled up and craving fulfillment, no matter the means. She used her magic to levitate the toy from her hooves, and slowly, teasingly, lowered it between her flanks. Closing her eyes, she guided the toy to its destination, and gasped at the sudden jolt that shot up her spine when it made contact with the sensitive flesh. After trying and failing to keep herself flat on the bed, as her back instinctively arched up every time a bit more slid in, Twilight finally managed to get it all the way inside.

The way the rubber device spread herself around it, the odd feeling of being filled. She felt herself growing wetter than before, spilling out onto the sheets, and her mind began the task of picking everything apart once more, trying to condense these primal urges into words and mental charts she could process. She closed her eyes, ignoring those intruding thoughts, and focused only on using her magic to thrust the device in and out. It was just short enough to avoid taking her....'innocence', as Rarity put it. Twilight knew what she meant, but didn't really care. At least she would lose it to something. She began a slow rhythm, enjoying these strange feelings that coursed through her body with each thrust. She felt light headed, and found herself imagining a studly stallion taking her hard and rough in a scene projected onto the backs of her eyelids. She smiled at how much it resembled those trashy novels Rarity let her borrow out of curiosity, which taught her that not all books are meant to be read by innocent minds. Rarity could only laugh at the perceived trauma, but in reality, it only made Twilight feel more lonely.

Her breathing became short as she sped up the pace, her mind racing with her fantasies and magic, tongue lolling out of her mouth in a humorous display of raw passion. If she would've opened her eyes, she would've seen that her immense magical ability had manifested a ghostly stallion over the toy, in effect, making her dream come true. She had no idea she was capable of such a feat, but apparently in the heat of the moment, anything is possible. She was too lost in pleasure to care about this potentially horrifying sight, however, as she began to moan in deep, low rumbles. The bookworm Twilight was lost to the instinctive Twilight, ravaged by this ghostly stallion of her imagination and magic. These feelings brought out a side nopony knew she had.

“See anything?” Apple Bloom asked, her shoulders buckling at the weight of her friends as her back hooves struggled to find footing on the pile of debris. Her ears twitched at the faint music she could hear from inside. "I hear music!"

“It looks like somepony is in there with her! And stabbing her!” Sweetie Bell exclaimed, her eyes wide in terror.

“Stabbing?!” Scootaloo asked, sounding disturbingly excited. “Can I see?”

“You're a sick pony!” Apple Bloom frowned, thinking of her own encounter with a dead body in the Everfree Forest.

“It looks like its Big....” Before Sweetie Belle could see anything more, the crates under Apple Bloom's hooves slipped, and the three landed hard on the pillows.

Twilight's eyes shot open at the noise, the ghostly stallion vanishing as soon as her concentration was broken. She frowned, figuring she wouldn't get back into the mood now, and put the toy back in the bag and under her bed. Sighing, she pulled herself up and opened the window to see three fillies among a pile of garbage and pillows.

“WHAT do you three think you're doing?” the unicorn asked, anger in her voice. Did they see anything? She didn't know. But she hid her worry with a stone scowl.

“We were jus' tryin' to build a fort.” Apple Bloom quickly lied.

“You've got a clubhouse.” Twilight grew bitter, narrowing her eyes while at the same time holding her breath.

“But we wanted to be close to the library, in case we needed blueprints!” Sweetie Belle spoke up.

Twilight lingered her stare at the three, a long akward silence making them glance around uncomfortably. “Well, why didn't you say so!” she finally spoke up.

The three fillies sighed in relief.