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@OzzMozz  
Trixie smiled as she felt the dildo slide so easily into her vaginal crevasse. Her hard work was already beginning to pay off incredibly well, making her moan out as the hard, long cock of the princess made her knees wiggle.
 
“Oooh…..Princess, you have done well to please Trixie. Your cock shall be the tool that Trixie has always needed” she moaned out lustfully, the feeling of cock inside making her own cock harder than any diamond ever found. Even in Trixie’s own world, where she knew that her body was perfect, she couldn’t stand to touch it herself. She had only ever touched her full, round breasts or hard, incredible cock a few times where she had the chance to do so, taking the time between shows to relax.
OzzMozz

@Mr.Tektite  
Trixie kept it hidden where nopony could find it. However, with all the magic, energy, and emotion imbued into the toy, Twilight hardly had to find it at all.
 
It was simple for her. It would have been simple for Trixie too, but her mind was elsewhere.
 
As one doesn’t usually bring their dildo with them to the market, all Twilight had to do was wait for her target to head out for supplies. Somewhere within the showpony’s carriage-turned-home, a synthetic purple pecker wiggled in her unfamiliar magic before settling back into its hiding spot. Now came the wait, but Twilight could do that at home.
 
In the coming nights, Trixie would fail to notice the subtle change in her toy as she grasped it with her magic. It was already accurate-Trixie had seen to that personally- but it had not always been this warm.
 
Far away in Ponyville’s newest and only castle, the Princess of friendship would feel a tingling below her waist. With a smile, she’d mark her page before closing her book and settling onto her bed. Where her own member once sat, a replica briefly stood before falling to the side. No matter. She knew where the real one was.
 
“Oh Trixie,” she’d sigh, tossing the replica back and forth in her hands. “I don’t mind this little habit of yours, but wouldn’t it be so much better to have the real thing. All of the real thing?”
 
The spell sadly couldn’t transmit sound as evidenced by telepathic sensation flowing into her without a response. Twilight shrugged and rested her head on her hands.
 
“Oh well. Whenever you’re ready, Honey. It’s all yours until then.”