Simulacra

>Be Anon.
>Twilight told you last week that she has to make a trip to Canterlot.
>Without you.
>Today.
>Princess of Friendship she might be, but dating is new and different.
>You're thoroughly enjoying your position as her research assistant for her new field of study.
>You told her as much, and she called you a dork.
>Then she kissed you.
>You asked her if she was going to write a friendship report about kissing.
>Her eyelids and her wings rapidly went in the same direction.

>The last time she went away for this long was an unscheduled save-the-world trip.
>You were completely understanding about it, but she still missed you all day.
>When she got back...
>It's a good thing Twilight is a naturally magical pony.
>You are both now disqualified as wizards.
>Twilight also discovers that her frequent-buyer discount at Quills and Sofas applies to replacement sofas, too.
>And that they can supply beds by special-order.

>You moved in not long after that.
>The two of you had passed the "get together as often as we can" phase.
>And quickly progressed to the "can't stand to spend any time apart" phase.
>Everything is more fun when shared.
>You may fall back to a healthy balance at some point.
>But right now, you're spending roughly every waking moment together.
>And the permanent smiles on both of your faces would do Pinkie proud.

>This time around, Twilight feels worse about being away for the day.
>Because this trip isn't to save the world.
>This is "just" some Princess business, and some meetings with friends as long as she's in town.
>You encourage her to go, and enjoy herself.
>But you'll be thinking about her all day.

>You tell Twilight you have a surprise for her today.
>She can't wait to see it.
>You tell her she'll get it during the day as a special delivery.
>To perk her up when she least expects it.
>Her curiosity and anticipation helps overcome her worries.

>You answer a few yes/no questions for her.
>No, it isn't a book.
>Yes, it's OK for her to get a present when you're not there.
>No, "perk her up" didn't mean it's a new kind of coffee.
>Yes, she should go ahead and enjoy it without you.
>Yes, there's a point to her getting it in Canterlot even though she has a full day planned out.
>No, you're not going to give answers other than yes or no.
>No, you're not going to keep answering boolean questions while she does an information-theoretic search of the space of possible presents.
>But you love her for being adorkable enough to try.

>You ask Twilight for a copy of her schedule for the day.
>She fishes her own version out of her bag, and a quick spell later, hands you a copy.
>You glance over it.
>Meticulous as usual.
>It even has an entry for breakfast with you checked off already.

>You walk her to the train station, and see her off with a kiss so intense you pick her up to do so.
>The kiss is so hot, nobody thinks anything of your supporting hand holding her up.
>You put her down.
>She gives you a severe /look/ for starting something you can't finish.
>It'd be more severe if it weren't mixed with a fair bit of loopy pleasure.
>You remind her that she has a compartment to herself on the train.
>"Why would that..."
>She trails off and turns red as she realizes what you're
>implying

>When you get home, you carefully open and close the door with your left hand.
>You head directly for a particular closet, and fish out a box.
>You run the fingers of your right hand along a gem on the box.
>The gem starts to lightly glow.
>The glow starts to spread to the rest of the box.
>You set it on the coffee table while you wait.

>Now that you have the use of both hands again, you check Twilight's schedule.
>You sketch out a plan.
>You'll use her "surprise" in the middle of activities where it's OK for her to be distracted without too much impact.
>She'll realize what's going on partway through the day.
>Twilight will still have to concentrate to avoid revealing anything, but you know she's capable of it.
>Yours is a thoughtful kind of devious.

>You hear a "ding" from the box.
>It stops glowing.
>You open it, and hear a slight hiss.
>Inside, you find the item that required some late-night arrangements and hushed conversations to obtain.
>They'll be available in the tinted-window shops in Canterlot soon enough.
>But for now, you're trying out the only production-candidate model.
>Which means not even Twilight could know that these exist.
>Even if she were inclined to visit those kinds of shops.

>The researchers said they'd started out trying to make a whole-pony model for other, more licit purposes.
>You're not quite sure what purposes they originally had in mind.
>But their current prototypes could only replicate form and transmit sensation up to a certain maximum volume.
>Something about needing anchor points for position and orientation.
>That volume was just enough to span from cutie mark to tail.
>Where the legs and the rest of the torso would be are just flat, featureless surfaces.
>Between them, however, is anything but featureless.
>It's a perfect match, going by your previous close inspections of the genuine article.

>No, that's the wrong way to think of this.
>This is the genuine article.
>These are hers.

>You consider your first touch for a moment.
>Twilight should be settled into her train compartment by now.
>Still too embarrassed to even think about putting your suggestion into action.
>But still a little wound up by your actions.
>just as planned

>10:30-11:30am - Train from Ponyville to Canterlot
>You grab the replica by both cutie marks, and lift it out of the box.
>It's remarkably light.
>You see her tail twitch just a bit at the sensation.
>As eager as you are to get started, you don't want to give the game away quite yet.
>You confirm that she's still just as excited as when you left her.
>So you'll start out by doing just enough to encourage her.
>You continue to lightly caress the cutie marks as you set it down on the table.
>As her tail firmly twitches to the side, you exhale lightly onto her lips.
>Some of her fur seems to stand on end.
>You lightly brush against that fur with the back of your hand.

>That seems to have been enough.
>Because a moment later, you see her lips part a bit.
>About as wide as the corner of a hoof.
>You see them start to move back together and apart again.
>Slowly at first, then more rapidly.
>You sit back and watch the show.
>As she begins to wink, the lips stop moving as rapidly, and only move irregularly.
>Looks like she's focusing and trying to get herself off quickly.
>With a sudden series of spasms, her tail and hindquarters are soaked, along with the table.
>You have to wipe off the table afterward.
>You were tempted to hold her tail out of the way a bit, so it didn't get soaked.
>You needn't have worried, though.
>The simulacrum seems to dry off rapidly.
>Far too evenly to be wiped off, and without any movement of the fur.
>Twilight must have used some kind of magic.
>You make a note to ask her about that one later.

>11:30am-1pm - Lunch with Moondancer
>You can tell the exact moment Twilight goes to exit the train.
>The replica doesn't have legs, but the volume it contains includes hip and buttock muscles.
>And trotting is rather distinctive.
>You can identify her speeding up a bit, then stopping briefly.
>Then she rears up on her hind legs.
>You can see the relative orientation of her legs change, as muscles tense to hold up more weight temporarily.
>You'd guess that she and Moondancer just hugged.
>You love it when Twilight gets demonstrative.
>After a bit more casual walking, she stops, starts again, and stops.
>Then the distinctive look you'd waited for.
>A bit of flattening, bent legs, and a splayed tail, as though sitting down and back against a chair or bench.
>You'd never thought about exactly what that would look like without the chair.
>You remember Twilight mentioning, with a blush, that Moondancer wanted to ask Twilight about you.
>You told Twilight that she can tell Moondancer whatever she's comfortable with.
>But you figure that makes it the perfect time for her to be thinking of you.
>You make the first overtly unmistakable action.
>You slip a finger inside.

>You feel a sudden jump.
>Her muscles tighten, gripping your finger hard.
>Followed by a twist of the hips, as though looking behind her.
>After a few moments, her hips twist back.
>You start to move your finger back and forth a bit.
>The moment when she realizes what's going on is unmistakeable.
>Her muscles loosen, allowing you to move more freely.
>You instantly have more than enough lubrication.
>And at the same time, her tail stiffens, and her sides and hindquarters get clammy.
>It's as though she's nervous about something.
>Why Twilight, whatever would you have to be nervous about?

>You add a second finger, and she's already starting to get off.
>Fast.
>You watch carefully, noting her responses, how quickly she reaches them, and the signs that she's getting close.
>You rotate your fingers around, and curl them back towards you.
>The gesture means the same here that it does anywhere else.
>"Come."
>It takes only a moment for her to start her second orgasm of the day.
>You give her a short respite, wiping down both her and the table this time.
>You don't want her to have to use her magic at the table.
>She seems to relax a bit more at that.
>You still feel a little tension and stiffness left in her muscles, though.
>So you start giving her a massage.
>It's easy for you to get at all the muscles.
>And you avoid her cutie marks for now, to put the lewdness on hold.
>There will be plenty of time for that later.
>By the time you imagine the food must have arrived, she feels entirely relaxed.
>Just in time for you to bring your tongue into play.
>This replica allows you to position yourself with ease.
>You get a firm grip on her tail, and apply some light pressure.
>You watch the build-up carefully again.
>This time, as soon as she starts winking, you start sucking.
>And that's three, and four, though the boundary between them wasn't too distinct.
>This time, you hold off for a while.
>Give her time to deal with what just happened.

>You look forward to hearing about her conversation with Moondancer.
>And how well she managed to hide what was going on.
>You wonder if Moondancer will think that she's getting aroused just thinking of you.

>1-2pm - casual walk to Rarity's boutique in Canterlot
> stop by some little shops and bookstores along the way
>You swear that all three 'o's in "bookstores" are little hearts.
>You're so teasing her about that one later, with a mock-jealous act.
>But you'll be easily appeased.
>A warm shared blanket and a fireplace will be the perfect setting for you and her to thoroughly enjoy one of her books together.
>You'll bet you can say that suggestively enough to sound like a threesome, without actually saying it.
>Meanwhile, you need to get yourself a quick lunch
>So you hang the replica up on a doorknob for a little while.
>Make some quick lunch, wolf it down.
>You have more important plans to get back to.
>When you're done, you grab the replica.
>You use two fingers and a careful thumb, like a bowling ball.
>You carry her around with you as you clean the doorknob, and then clean up after lunch.
>You want the kitchen in shape for dinner, after all.
>Your thumb alternates between gripping against the skin above her lips, drifting a bit lower to catch her as she winks, or drifting a bit higher to gently tease her ass.
>You need some more practice watching for the signs of arousal and impending orgasm.
>You test it carefully, building up and tapering off.
>A couple times, you go a bit too far, and feel her rapidly become more even more slippery.
>You have to clean a few spots more than once.
>But by the end of the hour, you're able to hold her near the edge for a while without getting her off.

>2-2:30pm - Pick out dress for the upcoming meeting
>Rarity would be shocked at anyone allowing only half an hour to shop for clothes.
>You've seen Twilight shop, though.
>She probably has a mental table, with multiple criteria, relative weight, and a composite score.
>You've never seen a mare shop with so little dithering and repeat fittings.
>You wait a bit for her to get fully involved in the process.
>Meanwhile, you've put "her" down on the bed, and you leave her alone for a few minutes.
>You want her to think she's getting a break for this one.
>You've stripped out of your clothes for the moment.
>Just looking at her, you're coming up on "if you have an erection that lasts more than four hours" territory.
>You see her fur matted against the grain a bit, and some pressure on her tail.
>Looks like she's trying something on right now.
>She doesn't look very comfortable.
>And she still looks as aroused as you are.
>You quickly grip her by both cutie marks, and slip in without difficulty.
>You start to thrust, hard and fast and unrelenting.
>You can see her get off long before you do.
>This time, you don't stop, or even slow down.
>You keep going through a second, and third.
>She doesn't have time to fully descend before being caught up in the next building wave.
>After the second, you can see from her fur that she's taking off the current dress.
>After the third, you're impressed to see her trying on another.
>Looks like she's developing the ability to keep functioning with this going on.
>Good.
>She's going to need that.

>Towards the end of the half-hour, you can see her trying something on that seems to lay rather well on her.
>She seems really comfortable.
>You speed up and finish, just as she does once more.
>You give her a little swat just as she does.
>She reacts more strongly than you expected; she gets off so strongly that she appears to kick behind her.
>Looks like that dress offers good range of motion, as well. You approve.
>But you'll have to remember not to try that one when directly behind her, if her legs are free.
>That would have hurt.
>You give her a break so she can get going.
>A few moments later, she uses her clean-and-dry spell again.
>And going by your observations, it looks like she's sticking with that dress and leaving with it.

>2:30-3pm - Walking back to Canterlot Castle
>You don't want her to get the dress wet.
>And you don't want her to feel tense, or distracted.
>The most important part of her day is coming up.
>You can feel her tension building back up a bit, and she seems to be walking nervously.
>You wonder if anyone else has ever successfully given a deep massage to somepony while they're walking before.
>It seems to work, though.
>She partially loosens up, and starts to walk more steadily and confidently.
>After all of this, you could probably contribute meaningfully to studies on pony gait analysis.
>Or apply for a job in the Ministry of Silly Walks. Either or.

>3-6pm - Diplomatic meeting with Griffonstone and Yakyakistan
>This is the real reason Twilight had to go to Canterlot for the day.
>Equestria is hosting some three-way negotiations.
>Twilight mentioned something about land rights, and trade routes.
>The two other countries have been touchy at best.
>Twilight and her friends have had some of the most successful interactions with them in the past.
>You wouldn't dream of interfering with this.
>The replica lies on a table, untouched.
>You relax nearby with some casual reading.
>You look up from time to time.
>You see her variously walking around, stopping, walking some more, then sitting down for a while.
>You focus your temptation into your plans for later.
>Only once do you do anything besides read.
>When you see Twilight tense up, and start to visibly sweat.
>She's practically dripping. And not in the fun way.
>You grab a slightly cool cloth, and wipe down her sides and back just a bit.
>Not long afterward, you can see her tension evaporate.

>6-8:30pm - Dinner with Celestia and Luna
>As before, you wait long enough for the signs of Twilight walking for a while and then sitting down.
>But then, oh yes.
>Time to try all the experiments and ideas you have left.
>You've been planning for this all day.
>But first, you need to wash it out.
>You've been using the replica all day, after all.
>And it'll have to be clean for this.
>The water from the sink flows ice cold for a moment, but quickly warms up.
>You grab a soft sponge, and a very soft brush, and make sure to scrub thoroughly.
>Inside, outside, and all along the edges, leaving no cavity uncleaned or unrinsed.
>Then set it down next to the sink.
>Holes up.

>Now, it's about time for you to start preparing dinner.
>A much simpler meal than what Twilight is surely enjoying right now.
>But you and Twilight enjoy cooking meals together.
>And even with Twilight away enjoying her own dinner right about now, you like the idea of letting her help anyway.

>Mashed potatoes, corn, and some large mushrooms.
>Pinkie suggested the mushrooms, along with a recipe of sauce and spices that made you stop missing steak so much
>You quickly get the mushrooms baking.
>But this time around you're much more excited about preparing the sides, really.
>As you peel each of the small red potatoes over the sink, you need somewhere to stage them.
>A bowl? Nah, that's not as much fun.
>You slip each one between her lips, stuffing them far down inside.
>You use each one to push the next further in.
>You use their new container to give them a second rinse in warm water.
>Then retrieve them all, one by one, and put them in a pan to cook, along with the corn.

>Next, you'll need some butter.
>Melted, of course.
>You don't want it hot, just warm and barely melted.
>Once upon a time, you'd use a microwave to get it to the perfect temperature, but you don't have that option anymore.
>But as it turns out, the melting point of butter is just under 37C.
>And you recall Twilight telling you that ponies have about the same body temperature as humans.
>So you now have a theory to test.
>You grab a stick of butter from the fridge, and insert it whole into the warm sleeve you have at hand.
>It starts to melt immediately.
>You leave it to melt for a while, and come back later to check on the mushrooms.
>They're starting to smell glorious.
>Meanwhile, the corn and potatoes are done.
>They finish just as your butter finishes melting.
>Theory confirmed; Twilight should be proud.
>You drain the corn and allow it to cool first, then mash the potatoes into a bowl.
>You'd normally butter the corn while it was hot, but in this case you need it to cool off enough to hold and touch first.
>The butter is melted already anyway.
>You hold the simulacrum over the bowl of potatoes, and slide the corn into the melted butter.
>You slide it in and out many times, spinning it, to butter it thoroughly.
>Most of the excess flows into the bowl; you pour the rest into a dish to save for later.

>With the entree done as well, it's time to serve up the meal.
>Before setting the table, you quickly rinse out and scrub your makeshift "dish" again.
>And retrieve a bottle of sparkling apple cider.
>Applejack's variety; you told her that you and Twilight would enjoy it together.
>Non-alcoholic, but it still has a good kick.
>And plenty of fizz.
>As you pour it into the makeshift "glass", you can hear the satisfying sound of bubbles.
>You have to acknowledge, more than once during the meal, that the simulacrum is an exceedingly awkward "glass" to drink from.
>It twitches as the cider fizzes.
>And sipping from a glass wouldn't normally involve that much tongue.
>But you're having fun with your silliness.
>And judging by the times that the "glass" has more in it when you put it down than when you pick it up, Twilight is too.

>You reach the end of your meal well before Twilight does.
>Not surprising, given her company and location.
>Even a casual meal in Canterlot Castle has a few courses, with time between for conversation.
>As you go to put away the dishes and store the leftovers, you notice the remaining butter.
>You'd hate for it to go to waste.
>You discard your pants and return to the table.
>Bringing it back to the table, you dip a few fingers in it, and run a lubricated finger against Twilight's tighter hole.
>She tenses up for a long moment, and you almost pull away.
>But then she visibly loosens again, and winks.
>With that invitation, you begin to work a finger in, eventually followed by another.
>Knowing that she can't easily reach down and stimulate herself in her current environment, you use your thumb to catch her as she winks.
>She quickly gets loose enough for a third finger.
>Withdrawing suddenly, you quickly rub the excess on yourself and dry off, before gripping her by the cutie marks.
>Lifting her off the table, you lower her into your lap, aim carefully, and ease yourself in.
>Despite all the lubrication, you resist the temptation to push in quickly.
>You only have non-verbal feedback to go on, and you don't want to hurt Twilight.
>And despite all the games today, you don't really want to get her caught.
>Unless she wants to be.
>So you take more than a minute to slowly slide yourself in, millimeter by millimeter.
>You position yourself so you can see skin slowly move past skin, not wanting to miss a single moment of penetration.
>Until at last you hilt.
>You realize, with a momentarily surreal feeling, that your tip should be out the other side of the simulacrum.
>Magic is a wondrous thing.

>You begin to move, slowly.
>Sliding almost all the way out, then back in.
>The first thrust takes nearly as much time as the original penetration
>You pause for just a moment to rotate the simulacrum halfway to one side.
>The new position allows you to get a grip with one hand on each side, while stimulating her with your right hand.
>She still can't use her own hoof for this, so you'll do it for her.
>You quickly accelerate.
>The impossibly light weight of the simulacrum allows you to move it quickly without applying much force.
>So you can complete full strokes without slapping at the end, and without any embarrassing noises.
>The motion is almost silent on your end, so you hope it's just as quiet in her end as well.
>Your hand is being almost continuously soaked at this point.
>Despite all the lubrication, the tightness is extremely stimulating.
>You hold out as long as you can.
>You'd close your eyes to focus, but you have to keep watching for any possible cues.
>You've moved to the couch, bringing a towel with you.
>And you're devoting all your energy to thrusting, maintaining your slippery handholds, rubbing, and holding yourself back.
>Holding onto Twilight is nearly as hard as holding back.
>You momentarily imagine the simulacrum flying across the room, and slow down briefly to reposition your grip before speeding up again.
>That motion is enough to break your own concentration, though.
>You pull Twilight tightly against you as you experience your own release.
>You feel Twilight gush against your right hand one last time.
>Continuing to maintain a seal with your body, you grab the towel, and carefully clean Twilight up as you withdraw.

>8:30-9pm - Walk to Canterlot train station.
>At some point, Twilight began walking.
>You wonder if she had to excuse herself, or if the meal just naturally concluded as intended.
>You were otherwise preoccupied, and didn't check a clock.
>You need a little time to recover.
>You don't leave Twilight idle, though.
>As you put away any signs of either your meals or experiments, you carry Twilight around.
>And continue to stimulate her.
>This time, though, you're putting into practice everything you learned during lunch and Twilight's walk to the boutique.
>You keep her right at the edge, without going over.

>9-10pm - Train home to Ponyville
>You've cleaned up any signs of your activities for the day.
>Except the most obvious one.
>You've even gotten re-dressed, with a T-shirt and shorts.
>And you've set Twilight down on the coffee table, so you can use both hands and your mouth at the same time.
>You're still watching her responses carefully.
>You had a couple of close calls, but you still manage to keep her on edge.
>You know she could easily get herself off now that she's in private.
>Either she's decided to go along with the game you're playing, or she's just too distracted to think of it.
>You don't want to be immodest, but you think there's a good chance it's the latter.
>Whichever the case may be, she's still drenched and dripping.
>Her flavor is delicious; it's a sweet taste you can't quite identify.
>You wonder if there's a local delicacy that it matches, or if it's a unique taste.
>You'll have to do some experiments later.
>For now, though, the train has almost arrived, and she'll be home soon.
>You dry the surface of the simulacrum off, pack it back in its case, and close it.
>Touching a rune on the case disconnects the sensation transmission.
>You pack it away in the closet, expecting to get it out again when Twilight next has a mind to experiment with it.
>You'll let her decide when that is.
>For now, you make a few last-minute preparations.
>A few extra water bottles by the bed, a few more by the couch.
>You glance down at the schedule, observing Twilight's last agenda item.
>The only one with no end time specified.

>10pm - Anon