Trixie rolled over in her bed, sleep was proving utterly elusive on this late evening. An aching need tingled between her thighs as the heat of her body beneath the blankets left her slightly sticky with sweat even with the chilly air outside. Her fingers roamed steadily to caress and tease that aching tingle that throbbed beneath her silken, white panties, but fingers through clothing only served to entice her further.

“…I need relief…” She spoke to herself, but at this hour Sparkle and all her friends in Ponyville would be quite lost in dreamland, being watched over by Princess Luna. Her thoughts stuck on the Princess of the Night in that instant, on that marvelous, sparkling mane and tail, those spectacular curves from head to toe, “Oooh…what I’d give for just one night with Princess Luna…” She finally admitted, shifting and tossing her blanket aside as she opened up her side table drawer and floated free a gargatuan dildo. The entire length was a dark blue color, with small, sparkling speckles glinting like starlight across the length.

“Oooh Princess, Trixie is so honored to have this privilege…” She spoke out, her voice echoing only to herself within her tower. She drew the toy closer to herself, her tongue coming to lather along the flared head of the massive toy, that flared head more than enough to put an ache on her jaw if she tried to suck upon it all at once. She settled for tongue bathing the toy, the magical bewitchment upon it giving it a steadily more flesh like texture and musky taste with every lick, why it even seemed to drip with a translucent salty-sweet liquid.

“Aaah…Princess! It is much too big for Trixie to possibly..” Her words were cut off by her force-feeding the massive toy’s flared head into her own mouth, her jaw muscles aching slightly under the strain that the toy forced upon them. Her horn flared with magic that twined itself around the toy, gradually allowing one hand to slip free from gently pumping that magical toy across her tongue to slide into her panties, absolutely saturated in her own, sticky nectar. Her fingers curled deeply into her vulva, soon sinking into her sex as she sought out her sweet spots.

Muffled moans gradually took hold where once there had been the steady noises of Trixie playing pretend with her toy as she sucked it deeper and deeper still, her head tipping up slightly as she gradually fed the toy passed her tonsils, throat bulging as the thick plaything fed itself into her esophagus. She worked herself over like that again and again, but never once did she manage to make it passed the halfway mark of her massive plaything. Such a limitation suited her quite fine, as her hand pumped along the length that was beyond her oral limitations as if she were truly servicing a cock attached to a living, breathing body.

The minutes that she spent toying with her senses in that manner ticked by into almost half an hour before things finally grew to be too much for the unicorn. She pulled the toy from her lips, saliva dripping in a mixed mess with the sparkling, magical liquid the toy surrendered, “Oooh…Princess Luna, Trixie isn’t ready yet!” She feigned as she moved to lean against the headboard of her bed, tail up, dripping sex exposed tot he air as she pressed her bare breasts tot he cold stone of the wall of her tower.

The toy was floated around with her magical grasp, soon enough the flared head was smeared against her sex, “Luna, no…Trixie means…yes your highness, take me like a breeding mare!” She screamed, before that toy plunged forward, spearing itself roughly into her sex, there was no pounding, pumping, or anything more than a single thrust as the toy plunged into Trixie’s waiting body, the flared head going so far as to kiss her cervix before her body jerked and spasmed, drool running from her lips as she experienced such a massive orgasm that her bladder released itself and made a glorious, golden mess of her bed beneath her, but that was utterly inconsequential for a climax that plunged her into a resplendent afterglow that soon ferried the showmare off to a most restful sleep, toy still lodged in her sex and body curled up in her sticky, hot scented mess.