Lyra sat at her kitchen table in the early morning. She could smell the sweet fragrances of the pancakes Bon Bon was cooking behind her. Dang, she loved that mare. They’d only been together for two... two and a half months, was it? But they were in love. She didn’t even need to look to know that Bon Bon was drizzling a letter L onto her stack with maple syrup. Lyra began to idly hum Flap My Jack.
Quietly, the stove switched off and the Earth pony walked to the table carefully, carrying one plate in her mouth and another on top of her head. She set the first plate at her own place to let it cool, then turned to slide Lyra’s plate in front of the hungry unicorn.
A loop of her apron’s doily lacing got caught under her outstepping hoof and Bon Bon tripped. The plate of pancakes flew towards the green mare with such speed that Lyra had no time to react, barely blinking in reflex so syrup did not get in her eyes. With a squelch, it landed messily on her face. The plate slowly slid off, landing face-up on her lap. The pancakes followed, stacking themselves one-two-three, pat-pat-pat, on the plate.
Bon Bon righted herself promptly and gasped. “Lyra, I’m so sorry! You’re all messy and covered with syrup! Let me help you with that!” She grabbed a towel hanging from the oven’s door-handle and mussed the unicorn’s face and chest. “Here, and here, and here...” she said with her tongue sticking from the corner of her mouth. She removed the towel to find Lyra a little poofy and a little miffed. “You okay?”
“Uh, yeah, thanks Bon Bon...” Lyra stared at the plate on her lap. The pancake on top had a distinct impression of her snout in it. It was tearing at the edges and mushy in the middle. Her eyes wettened briefly. “My... my pancakes...” Ruined food was her number-one pet peeve.
“Oh!” Bon Bon exclaimed. “Your horn!”
“What my horn?”
“Your horn’s still sticky! It’s just drizzled with syrup! Hold still, I’ll get that for you.” She moved closer.
“Uh, Bon Bon, I can take care of that myse—” was all she got to say before her horn tingled madly with a sensation that was not entirely unpleasant. “B-Bon Bon! What the hay?!”
“Mmmhm,” she replied, her mouth wrapped firmly around the tip of Lyra’s horn. It was all Lyra could do to not push her off and stand up, not that she’d want to. It felt great; it was only that this sort of thing was usually done later in a relationship. Much later.
“Bon Bon! St-st-stop! Please!” She squirmed in the stinging nettles of pleasure her horn sent her. Bon Bon’s tongue curled around it and slid down, lapping up the viscous syrup like a thirsty dog. It traced the shallow crease of the spiral, first from the tip to the base, and then back up again. Lyra clenched her jaw, her legs spasmodically kicking in front of her. Bon Bon had her forehooves resting on Lyra’s shoulders, propping herself against the pony she was cleaning up.
“This is t-too soon, Bon Bon! We’re not even—”
Bon Bon bit down gently on Lyra’s horn, scraping her teeth on it.
Lyra’s eyes shot open.
Lyra’s eyes shot open. She was in bed. She had been asleep. It was a dream. These thoughts came to her lazily as her mind awoke after her tightly hunched body. She thanked goodness that it had just been a dream. They’d only been together, what, two and a half months? Nothing like that was going to happen anytime soon.
Slowly, her vision resolved until she could see in the pre-dawn light breaking through the window into the bedroom they shared. The first thing she noticed took up nearly her full field of view. Bon Bon’s chest and neck. A curious feeling crept down the length of her horn, and her wide eyes twisted in their sockets to get a view.
OH SWEET CELESTIA! Lyra yelped in her head. Bon Bon was sound asleep, and suckling gently on her horn. A slick of drool dripped on the bedsheets while her mouth enveloped the horn like a pacifier, puckering and receding with her breath. Bon Bon’s pillow was nowhere to be seen on the bed, and her mane was loose and stray, the two colors tangling with each other. Her forelegs bent over one another in a similar fashion.
Uh, okay... what do I do? The mint unicorn took a look around nervously, trying to find the clock. Alas, it was behind her on the nightstand and she couldn’t see it without getting up. She wasn’t even about to try. Bon Bon’s mouth was distracting her from any thoughts but those about it. It was warm and soft. The way her tongue caressed the very tip with no hurry, as though it was a lollipop that was meant to last a whole day, sent tingles down her spine. She blushed fiercely, stronger with each tingle. She noticed that despite the fact that the blankets had been thrown off, she was not cold at all on what should have been early, early Spring before the Sun rose. It’s technically still night, right?
Lyra didn’t want to wake Bon Bon up. She might stop what she’s doing, she reasoned. Ashamedly opting to indulge herself in this guilty pleasure, she nodded her head forward, sliding her horn deeper. Bon Bon only shivered once but continued her act. Now the green mare felt the lower nerves being stimulated. It was all too much, but she wanted more. She bit her lip and slid it in to the base, avoiding her marefriend’s teeth and gums as best she could.
Now she could relax, relatively. Bon Bon would do the dirty work now. Lyra loved Bon Bon, and though she was completely embarrassed to move their relationship to this stage so suddenly, and without consent...? She sighed heavily. She was too tired to argue now. College debate team would pay off later. Whether Bon Bon was asleep or not, Lyra was going to enjoy it.
She did enjoy it. Bon Bon’s tongue was a minor celebrity in candy-making circles for its ability to knot cherry stems and unwrap gum, among other things. Every suckle delivered harsh tides of pleasure into her brain. Lyra winced as she felt a bubble, a slight swelling in the gland under the base of her horn. There was no going back now, lest she get painfully red-horned.
A thin sparkling secretion leaked out somewhere on the tip. She had never bothered to look where; it didn’t matter all that much to her as long as it did its job. Come to think of it, she couldn’t remember the last time this had happened. That didn’t matter either. Her whole body quivered as the licks became more active, less accommodating. Bon Bon was probably dreaming about something weird. Her tongue swiped against the spiraling ridges, shocking Lyra each time with a spark or two. She was sparking now - stray pinpoint zaps of electric love. She was close now.
Lyra kicked her back leg in pleasure, her mouth hanging open, her eyes rolling back a bit. It might only be a minute now. She’d forgotten how good this could feel, and it felt amazing. Moreso because she loved the pony doing it with all of her heart.
She felt her horn blushing hot as it gave off little sparks of magic. The secretion oozed onto Bon Bon’s tongue and was spread against her horn again. Under immense pressure, her horn swelled up an inch at a time, from the base up to the tip along the flat of the spiral. If she had had the chance to look, it would have been bright red, flushed with arousal. The gland underneath itched like crazy. She was begging silently for release.
Without warning, Bon Bon woke up suddenly. Not immediately realizing what she was doing, she bit down. Hard. Lyra screamed in climax. The puffy, red skin on the horn yielded, sending an urgent message to Lyra’s brain. Lyra’s brain sent a message back to the horn, saying it was a-okay and to proceed as usual.
Lyra magiculated with the force of a train crash against the back of Bon Bon’s mouth. A substance resembling electric glitter glue was produced in such quantities that for a few seconds Bon Bon could not even breathe. Lyra moaned and pulled her horn out, still loosely erupting every few seconds. She was sure she hadn’t felt that in years, and never that good. She turned over on her back and stared at the ceiling with her eyes closed, forelegs spread wide.
Next to her, Bon Bon had just awoken to a mouthful of warm, sparkling magic. She looked around frantically before her eyes fell upon Lyra, who had an extremely wet forehead and a severe blush on her face and... all over her horn...
Bon Bon figured out she wasn’t breathing and swallowed the magic shakily; it tasted of the white chocolates Lyra loved to eat. She licked her lips and took a deep breath.
“LYRA! WHAT THE ACTUAL HAY IS GOING ON?!”
“Can’t hear you, afterglow.” Indeed, Lyra’s horn was pushing pulses of soft light across her coat, and Lyra was basking in them like a summer’s day. Bon Bon punched her lightly in the shoulder and folded her forelegs, quite angry. She watched the pulses lessen in magnitude until Lyra snorted and opened her twinkling eyes.
“Lyra! What the hay did you just do to me?!”
“Um. I can explain.”
Bon Bon sat up crossly. “I’m waiting.”
“You were sucking my horn in your sleep, and I didn’t want to stop you.”
The Earth pony scoffed. “I was not!”
“What did you dream about then?”
“I was... there were... pancakes?”
Lyra smiled. “Same here!” She stated as if that proved her point entirely.
“How... how can you be happy?! You just skipped over a whole chapter of us, together! And frankly, I feel really violated.”
The unicorn frowned and looked at her marefriend. “...Sorry, Bon Bon.”
“I’m really sorry, Bon Bon. I am so sorry.”
The mare said nothing. Lyra continued.
“Bon Bon, I’m not trying to make excuses, but first off, you were really assertive. Second, it’s the first day of Spring. Third, you have an incredible tongue. And I didn’t start it. I woke up and you were going at it like a baby bottle.”
“...A baby bottle?”
“You were amazing at it, even when you were asleep. I love you so much, Bon Bon. Thank you.”
Lyra looked into Bon Bon’s eyes dreamily.
“That doesn’t change the fact that you totally violated me!” Bon Bon half-heartedly insisted.
“...Okay, how can I make it up to you... candy ass?”
“Don’t—” Bon Bon snickered. “Don’t call me that, Lyra. This is serious business.”
“What’s serious business, candy ass?”
She giggled. “Lyra, I know what you’re doing!”
“What am I doing, candy ass?”
“Lyra! Stop it! You know I don’t like that name!” She kicked at her bedmate in jest.
“What name? Candy ass?”
“Yes!” She put a hoof to her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“You love it, don’t you, candy ass?”
Bon Bon openly laughed. “Sto-ho-hop! I’m trying to make you feel remorseful!”
“I love you too, candy ass.” Lyra pecked her marefriend on the cheek.
“Lyra-hahaha, stop calling me that!” She wiggled around. “I’m not a candy ass!”
“No, you’re my candy ass.” Lyra ducked her head down and nuzzled Bon Bon’s cutie mark.
“Hey,” she cried with mock indignation, “Quit it! You’re sleeping on the sofa for the rest of the month!” She chuckled.
“Fine by me, I’ll be closer to the fridge. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, candy ass?”
“Lyraaa! Stooop!” She punched her in the shoulder again. “Just ‘cause I make way too many fudge brownies, sometimes, doesn’t mean this isn’t a punishment!”
“Whatever you say, candy ass. Good morning! I’ll get the paper.” Lyra climbed out of bed and took three steps on her hind legs before falling on all fours. “I meant to do that,” she said as she left the room and closed the door. Bon Bon was consumed by laughter for several minutes.
“Candy ass. Caaan-deeeee aaaass.” She giggled. “Candyasscandyasscandyass. I’m a candy ass. Hee hee!” And she got out of bed to take a well-deserved shower.
In the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Still giggling, she opened her mouth and rolled her tongue around at herself. With a clack, her teeth closed into a smile, and she stepped into the stall.