Life, Lies, and Love
by
TheDeinonychus
Part XXX
Through the Blinds
Their lips parted slowly, pulling from each other as if they did not wish to be kept apart. It was the truth, but at that moment, both lovers awaited what was to come with eager anticipation. The changeling slowly opened her eyes, those deep, icy blue orbs taking in the soft green sight of her lover. Lyra's golden orbs looked down upon Bon Bon's before they closed again, her head lowering slowly. This time her lips came to rest at the nape of the changeling's neck. Bon Bon gasped softly, squirming slightly at the warm touch of those lips as they worked their way lower, kissing and caressing down to her chest.
Lyra smiled softly as she worked her way down her lover's body. This was so strange, so different than she had ever experienced before. It was even stranger when she remembered that this was the mare she had always been in love with. The mare she had done this with countless times before. But now, like this, she seemed almost like a totally different pony. Bon Bon wasn't acting any different than she normally would. No, it was the feel of her. Before her fur had been soft and smooth, and it had tickled against Lyra's lips with every kiss. But now, it was rougher, coarser. It scratched slightly, like the teasing of a hoof's edge against tender skin. It almost felt dangerous, like the stories the unicorn had read once or twice in her youth. Stories about delving into the slightly darker sides of intimacy. About the way a pony's pain could blend with pleasure in small doses. Of how something harsh and rough, like the bristles of a brush, could tease and tantalize a pony into greater expectations of pleasure. Lyra smiled a bit at that as her lips pressed softly to the ridges that ran across her lover's chest. She didn't know about delving any deeper into such indulgences, but she knew that she liked what she was feeling now.
She would pucker her lips, closing them into a kiss, then Lyra would slowly drag them across Bon Bon's chest. Letting the bare flesh feel along each ridge and band that thickened her unusual lover's chest. At first it was just strange, and slightly uncomfortable. But as she continued, as she kept brushing herself against those stiff hairs, she could feel the sensations changing. Her lips becoming tender, and she could feel each hair like the lightest of pinpricks against her flesh. She could feel the slight throb to her lips, the tiny spark of contact as she worked back and forth. And she could feel the way her sweet little changeling trembled at the contact.
Bon Bon murred deeply, a soft rumbling in her chest, almost like an overgrown cat purring. She watched with lidded eyes as that silly little unicorn worked back and forth across her chest. The changeling couldn't feel much there, she knew her skin was much thicker, much harder where those bands wrapped around her. It was one of the things that made her kind so tough, so durable. It had been something that Bon Bon had come to consider ugly. A reminder to her that changelings were meant to fight, not to love. But seeing Lyra lavishing such attentions over them brushed all such notions aside for the enamored changeling. She watched in eager anticipation as her beloved started to move lower, her tail curling up as the unicorn made her way down to Bon Bon's belly.
The fur softened here, the bristle-like hairs giving way to a gradual transition to something much more delicate. It was almost like the fuzz that covered a peach. Lyra paused to lick at her lips for a moment, feeling how tender they had become from the rougher hide. As she descended again, the fur that brushed against her was soft and short, it's tender caress now all the more vibrant that her lips had been so slightly stung by the rougher fur of Bon Bon's chest. She felt a shiver run up her spine as she kissed her way lower still, feeling the change from thick, tough hide to tender skin hidden just beyond that light fuzz. Bon Bon's skin was still black as night, but here it gave under her caresses, sinking in softly at her touch as Lyra puckered and kissed at it. She murred softly as she opened her lips, grabbing a hold of a soft bit of flesh and giving it a slight tug. Her teeth gently nipped at it, teasing at this more supple expanse of her lover's body. She was quickly rewarded. A soft gasp and groan escaped from the changeling's lips, Bon Bon's long, forked tongue lolling out a bit as if in a daze.
At last, Lyra decided that she had teased her number one fan for long enough. With an eager grin she scooted her way to the edge of the couch, looking up to Bon Bon's lidded eyes before her own gazed down between her lover's parted hind legs. And she blinked at what she saw, her building anticipation given pause as a look of surprise formed on her face.
The lapse in attention wasn't lost upon Bon Bone either. She lifted her head up to look down to her beloved pony, brow furrowed in concern.
"W-What's wrong, hun?"
"It... It's nothing." Lyra said, smiling perhaps a bit too widely. "It's just... I don't recognize any of this."
Lyra had expected that, even if a changeling looked different from a pony in most respects, that a few things would still be the same. They sure did feel the same all those times before. But she was quickly learning that a changeling's glamor was much more than simply appearing to be another pony. All those nights she had spent with her beloved, before and after learning just what she really was, she had always found something very familiar waiting for her under her creamy mare's tail. It had looked familiar, felt familiar. Even tasted familiar. But now, she wasn't sure just what it was she was looking at.
"Oh... I.. I'm sorry." Once again, Bon Bon's cheeks turned that odd shade of green as she blushed. "I should have warned you about that.."
Her own cheeks starting to redden, Lyra looked down to her lover's nethers once again. There really wasn't anything wrong with them. They were just different. Very different. Where she had expected to see the soft, pouty folds of her beloved's mare-hood, there was now an odd press of mounds. Two plump globes were pressed tightly together, with a smaller third tucked up under and between them. Together, with Bon Bon on her back, the three mounds of bare flesh pressed together to form a small Y shaped crevice. As Lyra's eyes took in how her lover's black hide slowly gave way to lighter and lighter shades of green as it disappeared inwards, she started to look over the rest of Bon Bon's true changeling anatomy.
Below, she found the familiar little pucker, just where it should be. Though she had never had much interest in much involving that, at least something was where she had expected it to be. But as Lyra looked upwards again, she noticed something was missing entirely. Try as she might, she could find no trace of her lover's teats. The unicorn felt a bit disappointed at that. She had always loved to tease and nibble at those tiny nubs. Bon Bon had always seemed to enjoy that, but to find them missing from her lover now, it made Lyra wonder just how much a changeling changed when they took on the appearance of a pony.
"We... We can stop if you're uncomfortable.."
The sound of her lover's crestfallen voice managed to snap Lyra out of her examination of just what secrets changelings kept under their tails. Blinking for a moment, the minty green unicorn realized just how silly this all was. Even if nothing was as she remembered, if everything was new and strange, this was still the mare she loved. Just like one of the treats Bon Bon would often leave for her, this was the dark chocolate center hidden under that bright candy coating. And Lyra wanted to savor this new treat.
"N-no..." Lyra said, her lips pulling into a smile as her hooves slipped to her lover's thighs, holding Bon Bon's legs spread like that before the embarrassed changeling could pull away. She leaned down with eyes half closed, looking up over the black expanse of the changeling's belly as she let her warm breath blow softly against those round mounds. She watched as a tremble ran up Bon Bon's body, and those icy blue eyes closed. Lyra was half worried that changelings wouldn't be able to feel much there, that all those times before had been an act to keep up Bon Bon's disguise. She was more than pleased to find herself wrong about that. "It's perfect."
And with that, Lyra's lips descended, coming down to place a tender kiss against one of those plump globes. A sudden hiss and groan rang out above her. That was something the unicorn was very familiar with. The sound of Bon Bon sucking breath from between her teeth. It had always been the sign that Lyra had hit just the right spot. Perhaps things were more familiar than she had thought. Her grin now reaching up to her cheeks, she pressed her lips once again to the middle mound, teasing where it pressed it's way between the other two. Once again she heard her lover gasp, and felt one of Bon Bon's legs jerk in response.
She had been afraid, worried that the sight of what she was really like would put an end to her more intimate relationship with Lyra. In a way, it was just like the times she had stared into the mirror at herself. That worry that everything would come to a crashing halt. But now, Bon Bon felt the weight of her fears lifting from her, replaced by the wonderful feeling of those lips caressing her bare, undisguised mounds. Every touch felt fresh, as if this was her first time. In a way, it was. She had always hidden behind the appearance of a pony, kept the reality of herself carefully tucked away, even when she would embrace that wonderful unicorn. But now, Bon Bon was bare before her lover, exposed and welcoming the freedom. Every little caress sent a shiver up her spine, and made her wings want to buzz in excitement if they weren't trapped under her body at the moment. Her tail curled as her mouth hung open, legs twitching as the warmth of those lips worked over that one spot again and again, teasing at the most sensitive of her mounds.
Lyra's ears flicked as she heard the long, drawn out moan slip past Bon Bon's lips. She pulled back, watching as a thin trail of spittle stretch between her lips and that plump mound she had just been suckling at. It had turned a brighter shade of green, looking more swollen than before. Before her eyes, the other two mounds seemed to squeeze together even more tightly, rubbing back and forth for a few moments as Bon Bon's legs stiffened. Lyra couldn't help but smile at that. After all this time, with everything that's changed, she could still drive her little candy mare crazy. She watched as Bon Bon's mare-hood pulled open, gaping for a moment, and she could see deeper into the mysteries of a changeling's treasure before it relaxed. Lyra was about to descent again for another taste when she noticed something. She should have expected it, after all, Bon Bon was still a mare. But she couldn't help but giggle slightly as she watched a slow trickle of slightly greenish fluid seeped from between those plump globes.
As she watched Bon Bon's mounds smack together with a little 'whump', more of that thick fluid squeezed out to drip onto the changeling's tail. Lyra's tongue flicked out in eagerness. She was no stranger to suckling her love's nectar, and she wasn't about to stop now. As she pressed her warm little muscle into the crevice between those two mounds, her eyes widened in surprise. This wasn't the tangy flavor she was so familiar with. In fact, the shocked unicorn found she liked this new taste all the more. Sweet, that was the only word for it. Slowly she ran her tongue up between her lover's swollen globes, enticing another tremble from the softly panting changeling. That taste seemed to bloom in Lyra's mouth, faintly like honey, only thicker, creamier. As she worked her way back to where all three mounds met, her lips pressed to them, her tongue probing deeper as she suckled greedily.
Bon Bon's lips parted in a sudden gasp as her eyes grew wide. Her back arched as she felt that warm little muscle slip inside her. Her cheeks and neck were flushed green as she felt her lover working that tongue back and forth inside her. It pressed against her tender inner walls, teased at the tight rings of muscles deeper still as her hips jerked up towards Lyra's hungry lips. The changeling could feel the warmth, the love, the lust flowing off of her sweet unicorn lover. Every gasp that Lyra brought out of her, Bon Bon could feel the primal desires of her mate filling her. This raw, wild love was like a potent cocktail, a drink one might sip at safer times, but one too easy to over indulge in. And right now Bon Bon wanted to indulge. Oh how she wanted to indulge. As her back arched, her hind legs wrapped around Lyra's head, ankles locking together to hold those hungry lips against her as she panted hotly.
Lyra felt those legs wrap around her, her lover's thighs pressing to her cheeks. They encouraged her, though she honestly didn't need it. She was too lost in this new, wonderful experience. She lapped at Bon Bon's delectable nectar like a thirst dog, her tongue working frantically to catch every dollop that threatened to escape. Her lips suckled, squeezing now and then at those plump mounds, feeling them throb softly against her still tender lips. She felt them starting to warm, Bon Bon's normally cool skin becoming flush, turning a bright shade of green as Lyra pushed her to even greater peaks of excitement. She tried to wrap her lips over her lover's opening, suckling hard, encouraging more of that sweetness to flow. Her hooves roamed over the changeling's hips, caressing and stroking over the coarse fur that covered her marefriend's rump.
By now Bon Bon's breaths were short, frantic gasps. She couldn't hold still even if she wanted to, her hips squirming, wriggling, trying to press harder to those lips, to that wonderful tongue that was now snaking it's way back up into her. Each flick of that little muscle made her gasp, made her inner passage squeeze around it, trapping Lyra's tongue for a moment before offering up more of her nectar. The room seemed to be spinning as she tilted her head back, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. It felt as if all the warmth her body could muster was now in her cheeks and her loins, the cool night air chilling her skin elsewhere. At last she couldn't take it anymore, just one last nudge over the edge, the feel of Lyra's teeth gingerly pressing down against her throbbing mound.
The shrill cry filled Lyra's ears, making her pull away suddenly as Bon Bon jerked hard in her grasp. The changeling's eyes tightly shut as she bent backwards, arching her back and thrusting her hips upwards as those swollen mounds squeezed tightly against each other. And then a flood of that sweet, sticky nectar gushed from her. Lyra's eyes shone as she dove back down, kissing and suckling frantically as more and more of the wonderful fluid seeped from her lover's mare-hood. Her tongue lavishing attention on those grinding globes as more juice was squeezed out from between them. She tried to hold Bon Bon still enough for her to catch all of it, but it was an impossible task. Even before she had known Bon Bon's secret, the candy mare had always been given to violent excitement. Her tail lashed, slapping against Lyra's cheeks. Her legs bucked about, nearly catching the unicorn's horn in a kick. But Lyra was used to this. Even without her disguise, the sweet little changeling was still the same mare she had always been, and Lyra had learned what to expect when her lover had reached her limit.
It felt like it went on for hours, but Bon Bon knew it had only been a few brief, glorious moments. Eventually the lightning that had been rushing up and down her body subsided, her wild thrashing calming as her climax ended. The room still felt like it was spinning, but that would take longer to pass. She wasn't sure if she should let her unicorn lover know about that, or if she had already figured it out, but Bon Bon was now drunk off her flank. It always happened that way, the potent mixture of love and lust would always send the changeling into an intoxicated stupor. Bon Bon had always thought herself lucky that she was a sleepy drunk, all to eager to spend her intoxication on pleasant dreams. Lyra never did seem to mind. If anything, the minty unicorn had always been more eager to pleasure her lover than to be pleasured herself. Perhaps she just really liked the flavor of it. Whatever the case, she watched through half lidded eyes as Lyra rose from between Bon Bon's thighs, rubbing a hoof against her mouth before licking the sticky drippings from that too.
As her tongue cleaned the last of that delicious nectar from her hoof, Lyra smiled up to her now rather sleepy mate. Bon Bon always did that, trying to drift off to sleep as soon as she was finished. Lyra could only grin as she watched those large blue eyes droop. She never really minded it much. She loved the fact that she would wear her lover out every time. But some times, she just wished they could spend more time cuddling afterwards. Not wanting to waste any time, she pulled herself up between her little changeling's legs, pressing her underside softly against Bon Bon's. She could feel the soft fuzz of Bon Bon's tummy tickle at her before the rougher fur gently brushed at her coat. Bon Bon nearly purred in a dream-like state as Lyra nuzzled her way up under her chin, her sticky lips working their way upwards till they pressed against her lover's.
Together they both shared in the lingering flavor of the changeling's sweetness as their limbs wrapped around each other, their tails intertwining together.
"Mmm... Silly little pony..." Bon Bon said, her words half slurred as her eyes kept threatening to close.
"Oh hush.." Lyra giggled as she closed her eyes, nuzzling her cheek tenderly against Bon Bon's. She reached up with a hoof, stroking slowly over the changeling's fin as she cuddled close against her atop the couch. When she opened her eyes again, she found that Bon Bon's were still closed, and a soft, rumbling snore was escaping from the changeling's throat. With a giggle the unicorn just smiled, holding her lover even tighter.
"I love you, my little changeling..."