>you look at your mare
>her ears are down, and she's making the most pathetic eyes she can muster, silently begging you not to leave her for the 3rd day in a row
>you feel guilty
>work has been, well... working you
>more than before
>you didn't work this much before
>you can tell she doesn't like it because she's been cuddling things in the bed while you're away
>it's cute, but kinda sad
>it's things that are soft because her pony affection is unable to be sated when you're not here to cuddle her
>you swing by that one place, with the meatballs or whatever
>get her that shark
>mares love sharks
>you come home, pull it out from behind your back and you see her light up
>a Designated Cuddling Object! 
>now she can't cling onto your pillow like a liferaft in a sea of No Master Time
>shortly after you watch her drag it with her mouth to the bed like a cat with it's prey
>she's a little small, so she has to walk weird to accommodate
>if she hadn't been through enough you'd tease her for this
>but she looks so happy she's about to cry
>you both climb into bed
>she's completely unaware that you snagged a few pics of it
>you'll bring it up once she's out of her funk
>you're cuddling your mare in bed
>you can feel her wings against your torso as she wraps her hooves around the plushie
>a small kiss on the back of the head before you try to drift off
>it's been a couple of minutes
>she can't seem to sit still
>more unfortunately for you you can feel her flanks bump against your dick ever few seconds
>is she...
>she wouldn't... surely not.
>you lean in close, as to not let her know she's doing a terrible job of hiding whatever it is she's doing
>little whimpers and moans meet your ear, and you can feel yourself start to smirk
>all you had to do was get close to her, and you know she can't help it
>getting off like a little animal, are we little pony?
>she doesn't hear you think this to yourself obviously
>she probably thinks you're asleep
>your arms are still around her barrel
>you move your hand lower, and she's too preoccupied to notice
>eventually you start to reach the danger zone
>she's absolutely SOAKED down there like jesus christ
>she is absolutely slamming her mare clam into this poor little blahaj
>she's starting to let out more little noises
>she's not one for lasting long
>you decide to help her, like a good Master does for their needy little mares
>you run your finger along her fuzzy little thighs as she grinds against the plushie
>she's picking up the pace, and with a tweak of her nipples you slide your fingers in
>she cries out "M-Master!" 
>awwww, she was in the zone
>your fingers slide in easily, and you pump them back and forth
>you know exactly where her pleasure spots are, and you finish her off easy, a little torrent of her arousal coating your digits, which you promptly hold up to her muzzle for her to "clean up her mess"
>she does
>you lay there in satisfaction and contentment, smiling at your pony
"So... you like your plushie?"
>she's fast asleep