Boring.
It was saturday in the LyraBon-recidence, and BonBon finally had time to be alone with her thoughts. Tootsie was asleep, ten minutes into her afternoon nap and Lyra had just gone out for some "extreme Lyre-playing", whatever the heck that was. BonBon was standing in the window, facing the street. She was usually very obeservant on Tootsie when she was napping during the day so she didn't sleep too long and ruined the night, but not today. As Lyra left, BonBon had been following her with her eyes as Lyra trotted along the path towards the east part of Ponyville. Lyra had disappered from wiew a few minutes ago and she was still standing there, staring at an undefined point in the road, with her mind far away.
She was thinking about her mother, or rather, something her mother had said. BonBon didn't like to think about her mother, and even less what she said, but this... It had touched her deep.
It had happened a few days ago. Her mother, Franzbrötchen, (Foto Finish to the rest of Equestria ) had stormed in through the door, demanded something to drink and crowing to BonBon that she had something important to say. BonBon had quickly realized that talking to her mother was unevitable and so she kissed her plans for a nice, free evening on her own goodbye. Then she made coffee and brought a bottle of brandy to the table. She even brought a plate with a fresh batch of champagne-flavoured fudge that her mother liked with her. Then she tried to look friendly and interested. The important thing Franzbrötchen had to say… well...
BonBon sighed again. Oh, she could remember every word her mother said...
***
“...Und zhen I got a steady grip on her horn, and forced her down on ze mattress, screaming “I vill make sex to jo so hard, jo vill stay sexed until next month!! Und denn, I penetrated her mit die mighty kaiser! Und…”
“Mutter!” Bonbon pinched her muzzle, “First of all, why are you telling me this? And second, it’s not “Die” kaiser.”
“For me, it is! And I vas not finished! Now…”
BonBon laid her hand on the table, gesturing that she’d had enough. And to her surprise, her mother shut up.
“Mutter… Stop. I don’t want to hear. I'm actually a bit surpriced that the old vampire even had organs for reproduction, but you wouldn't bother with her otherwise so, thaks for that info. Also, I don't want to know how many times she screamed or the size of carrots you can fit up your arsch, you and Alsesta have a sexlife. Good for you. So I’ll ask you again, why are you telling me this? And also, ‘sexed’?”
“I actually said ‘fucked’, but I don’t care to be unnecessarily vulgar right now. And I am telling jo zis because I am worried about jo.”
BonBon had been staring at the older earth pony for a second, but Franzbrötchen seemed to be absolutely serious. Then a smile begun to play on BonBon’s lips and after a few seconds she had broken into a hearty laugh. Her mother had frowned at her reaction and crossed her arms. “Vat is so funny about zis?”
It had taken BonBon a while to calm herself down enough to stop laughing. “Mutter… heh…” She had to wipe a tear from her chin, “You haven’t given a shit about me, not a single shit since the day after I was born. And now, coming here saying you’re ‘worried’... Yeah, that’s rich.”
“Zat is not true! I do care!”
“Oh yeah? Where were you on my fifth birthday?”
“Fifth birthday? Let’s see… Las Pegasus… no zat was ze year before… Brayverly Hills…”
“I think that proves my point. Look, I acknowledge that you are my mother, and I have reluctantly accepted that we share DNA. That’s all. You don’t care about me, and I try to not care about you. And now you are here, saying you are WORRIED?”
She had another line on her tongue, but Franzbrötchen interuppted her. “Bonchen, I care about ze stuff zat is important. Birthdays und silly placeholders are not. Vhat I care about is jor life. I vant jo to be happy.”
“Mutter, that is just… Alright, you know what? I’ll pretend that I give a damn about your opinion. Please explain to me why I’m not happy?”
“Jo married zat airheaded green slob und…”
“Mutter. Insult my wife and I WILL throw you out.”
This had led to a staring contest between mother and daughter, the mother in anger and the daughter with a cold wrath. BonBon won the round and Franzbrötchen had to look away as she shook her head.
“...Dummkopf. Alright, I vill not say she is an airheaded, green-furred stupid sloth and I vould definitely not call her a delusional, naive mare-child...
“Mutter…”
“... But even jo have to admit zat she is boring. And I know jo don’t vant boring.”
***
Even now, thinking back to that moment, BonBon felt the anger and surprice as strong as before. Had her mother really called the mare who managed on her own to cover the house in brown paint ‘because of a hen-related incident’ and stood outside her shop with a huge sign “HUMANS! COME OUT OF THE CLOSET!” every Sunday after five boring? And being completely serious?
BonBon shook her head. But yes. Her mother had been serious.
***
“Now, I do not mean in a mundane, everyday manner. I have seen zat sign. No, I mean zat she is boring vere it counts! In ze bedroom!”
It was in that moment BonBon realized that the stove was much more comfortable to look at than her mother. She tried to speak, but all she got out was a low mumble.
“...I don’t think I want to talk with you about these matters… How do you even…”
Her mother had interrupted her at once. “Oh, mutter knows! Remember Lightning Dust?”
BonBon had frozen. THAT was a name she didn’t want to remember. Her mother had not noticed her reaction, she went on:
“Now ZHERE was a mare zat suited my kleine Bonchen! Such fury, such passion… such…” There had even been a warmth and a hunger in Franzbrötchens voice that rarely showed when she was in the same room as BonBon. She had made a face, and decided it was time to bring her mother back down to earth.
“Mutter… Light was a reckless fool who put herself and others in danger. She didn’t care about her personal safety, she… she… “
“Pish-posh! Minor details.”
“Are you calling suicidal tendencies MINOR?”
“Eh, I had an affair like zat once. He threatened to kill himself every second Thursday if I didn’t give him a blowjob.”
BonBon had pinched her nose and breathed hard, trying not to scream. “Why do I always forget that NORMAL is not a word in your vernacular…”
“Anyway,” Franzbrötchen had continued without missing a beat, “I distinctly remember hearing ze two of jo on ze nights jo stayed at my place. ‘Are jo going to behave?’ ‘Yes, mistress.’ und SCHMACK! ‘Did I allow jo to speak?’ ‘No mistress.’ SCHMACK!”
BonBons cheeks had grew red and she was more than grateful they were alone. She remembered that night, and she had more than once regretted that she forgot to lock the door.
The older mare had huffed dreamily. “Ah, I vish I could have joined the two of jo…”
“I am surprised you didn’t try to steal her from me. It was obvious you liked her.”
“Indeed... she actually had a policy against zat. But I found a mare zat looked almost exactly like her, she even screamed ze same way when I kissed her..."
“MUTTER!”
“Yes yes… mein point is, vhen jo vere mit Lightning Dust…jo smiled.”
BonBon's answer came a little to fast. “I smile now. I’ve been with Lyra for seven years. We have Toots, we have a house, we have friends, we have fun... I have smiled lots of times...”
“Bah. Not as big. And jor cheeks are not as rosy as zey used to be! Just admit it to Mutter, jo enjoyed being Lightnings ‘pet’. Jo loved it vhen she vas in complete control! Jo enjoyed all her little perverse ideas. Oh yes, do not try to fool jor mutter. I know.” Zat vas a time when jo vere really happy, mein kind. Perhaps zat… unicorn...is somezhing special when it comes to her mind, but she is definitely bland in ze bed!”
***
Her mother had talked some more after that, but BonBon had tuned her out. She had apparently been inside her mind for a while, becuase when she returend to reality, her mother was gone, along with the brandy and the fudge. BonBon frowned when she thought about the expensive candy. One day I will spike it with laxatives. She shook her head, but kept staring out the window. She had hoped that her mothers rambling would be out of her system by now, but it had been the opposite. She had thought about it ever since. Especially that name she had hoped was erased from her memory.
Lightning Dust… BonBon could see her in front of her still. The mint-green fur, that yellow-and-golden-mane and tail, the muscles, that cocky smile... It had happened back in high school. The bold young pegasus mare had flown in like a whirlwind and swooped BonBon off her hooves. Light had experienced a brief affair with the older and more worldly Rainbow Dash, and BonBon became Light’s marefriend rather soon after that. The earth pony had been young and innocent when they met; not so much afterwards. Lightning Dust had shown BonBon all the pleasures that lay beyond vanilla. Bondage, dominance, painplay, powerplay...BonBon had willingly become her happy little subslut, and she had been perfectly content. If she dug deep inside herself, part of that was the reason why she had begun to accept the pegasus’s advances in the first place. She wanted to try, she wanted to be… And Light could make her into...
BonBon bit the inside of her cheeks. Those years with Light...yes. She had been happy. She sighed inwards. She had been very happy... but then things had changed, and fast. Their break-up had been messy and BonBon had sworn off love for eternity after that. And then... something happened.
Lyra Heartstrings, the filly nextdoor, happened. Sure, BonBon had known her a while; who didn’t? Everypone at school knew Lyra, everypony's friend. She talked to anypony who wanted to listen, she could survive any manner of teasing. She never fretted about any sneering comments; she just smiled and waved and somehow beared it. BonBon had noticed her more and more after her breakup with Light. Lyra had done nothing really, just a friendly smile and a "Hi BonBon" everyday. One day they had started talking. The other day they did the same. And after a few weeks Lyra and BonBon had become real friends. BonBon didn't want to admit the possibilty that she had been on the rebound, but it didn't take very long for the earth pony to fall like a chopped tree for the green unicorn. But on the other hand, BonBon was pretty sure it was different this time, that it was real love she felt for Lyra. She was everything Light wasn’t. Considerate. Funny. Loving, enough for a whole town… wacky, completely out of her mind, cute, romantic…
...And so damn vanilla she could be put on toast.
But BonBon had accepted it, because when she found that out, she was already head over hooves in love. She loved every other part of Lyra so much that it wasn’t a dealbreaker. Yes, she was happy. Right?
Right.
And yet... Once or twice over the years, these thoughts had returned. But she found methods to keep them away. They bought a house. She started her own business. They got married. She got pregnant with Toots. Yes, the thoughts had returned from time to time... And now, thanks to her mother's blabbering they were back, full force. And there was nothing she could do. She knew Toots wanted a sibling but... and they couldn't afford a bigger house. And...
She knew, deep down she knew, how much she had been lying to herself and now it was up on the surface, impossible to ignore. She wanted more, she needed more... She wanted… Oh Celestia, just something!! She wanted…she wanted IMAGINATION! That was the only thing Lyra lacked. In bed, that is, BonBon smiled to her self. Oh, Lyra… She could tell the most wonderful stories, leaving BonBon rolling on the floor with laughter, and she could turn housecleaning into a game of war with towel bombs, vacuum cleaning-armadas and napkin grenades. And when she put on that suit… She looked exactly like Haycart Gear in “A Royal Guard and a Gentlestallion”...and with a rose in her mouth… BonBon melted, every bloody time.
It was true. She knew that now, in soul and heart. She loved her wacky unicorn wife with all her heart and she would fight to the death and beyond to keep her. She was perfect.
Except in bed… Alright, Lyra WAS good in her limited register. She had magic fingers. And she could write “War and Peace” with her tongue. It was completely satisfying. She was happy with licking BonBon and having Bonbon suck her horn. Every time.
Satisfying for anypony else... except for me.
Of course, the earth pony could suggest a few things, but...
She turned away from the window and went for the kitchen. She wanted something sweet to cheer her up, the thought of Light affected her like a bad batch of brownies. Of course Mutter would never understand why she preffered Lyra. Because Mutter didn’t know the biggest deal breaker with Light. BonBon had taken her mood swings, she had accepted the recklessness. And then, the breakdown had come. One day, she found out that Lightning Dust was not really what she said she was. Under the brash surface there was a broken pony. Insecure, afraid, unstable…BonBon was shocked to discover that Light loathed being known as the daredevil. She hated that she had to be rough and confident all the time and...she never really enjoyed sex. The pegasus had always felt hard-pressed to come up with new things constantly, and BonBon was the biggest cause of her stress because the earth pony always wanted MORE. Light had stated that BonBon was demanding and impossible to please. The pegasus wasn’t even a real dom. She had pretended because it fit her hard image and because she wanted to have one up on Rainbow.
She didn’t even really love her.
BonBon had realised that the failed relationship with Lightning Dust had left a deeper wound than she had wanted to admit, so deep that it had influenced their life without her knowing it. Because, the truth was... In the beginning of their relationship, she had considered asking Lyra to perform… Kinkier things. Wilder things. Rougher things. But BonBon always stopped herself. Because what if Lyra said no? What if she thought BonBon was a pervert? Some sick wacko that just wanted to smear jelly on a spatula and jam it up her asshole, singing “WINTER WRAP UP!” Perhaps she would even...
No. No no no no… Lyra would NEVER hurt her physically. She KNEW that. Lyra wouldn’t hurt a fly. Lyra would smile, listen, understand... And still, even though she KNEW this, deep down this little piece of “but what if…” stayed in its place and there it had been. The shadow of light had been covering BonBon for many years. And now... was it to late?
Mutter had suggested more than a few times that BonBon should take a mistress. Yeah, right. Run a business, find the time to be with your wife, your friends and then add a SEPARATE sexlife to the adventure?
Taking several lovers and mistresses was her mothers business, thank you very much. She was nothing like her mother. Nothing.
Not that she couldn't do it, if she wanted to! She could probably get some little mare to share a bed with and Lyra would understand, she always did, it would be simple. Too simple. No, BonBon was not Franzbrötchen. She would never put Lyra in that position, and she didn’t want anypony else but Lyra. She loved her oaf, and there was no place left in her heart for any other mare. One point to BonBon, Nil to Mutter...No, BonBon straightened her back. She had made her choice. She was not Franzbrötchen, she was BonBon! She was happy with what she had! She didn't need anything fancy! She didn't need... Oh for the love of sweets... The sudden realisation hit her like a brick, and she sank down in a chair. Automatically she put a piece of toffee in her mouth.
Her mother was wrong. It wasn’t Lyra that was boring. It wasn't Lyra that held her back. She was doing it all to herself. Without help at all. It was she that was boring.
"...sheiße."
Some time later...
BonBon considered herself a mature mare: she wasn’t somepony who just decided the other speaker was an idiot and went on with her life. No, far from it! She always took what other ponies said to heart and looked at herself and her actions with a scrutinizing eye, and did not hesitate to changes if necessary. That gave her one up on other ponies, including and especially her mother. At least according to BonBon herself.
Somepony who had the dubious honor to know both BonBon and Franzbrötchen, however, would know that the two earth pony mares did indeed share a number of traits. They were slightly self-absorbed, they had a deep rooted distrust of authority and parental figures, they were aggressively self-reliant and yet intensely loyal to their friends and partners. They were also convinced they were the smartest mare in any room by default, and last but not least, perfect examples of mares “being themselves enough”. The usual result of BonBon taking things to heart was therefore to say “No, I’m sufficient”, and that was that. In all fairness, this was mostly the result of teenage BonBon having to be the mature one in contrast to her mother, and it only continued to grow during her college years. Ironically, the few statements that had penetrated her shield of self-importance did come from her mother.
Like now. Even if her first insight was that she was boring, she had not accepted that right away. She had given herself time to really think it through. Was it really she who was the coward? Was it really she that was the boring one? And if so, could she live with herself, being content with what she had?
It took her six months to process those thoughts, and then the answers had been yes, yes mostly, and...no…not really.
After that had sunken in, it had taken her another three months more to build up enough guts to talk to Lyra. (And she wss so reluctant she HAD considered getting knocked up again, briefly.) And even that ultimately required a trip to manehattan to see Hayemuleton (Fleur de Lis was MAGNIFICENT!), a few drinks and some cuddling, for her to actually bring up the subject.
They had been lying on the bed, half dressed and manes in a mess. BonBon looked at Lyra, who lay on her back with her eyes closed. Now or never.
“Lyra…”
“Mhm?”
“I have been thinking…”
Lyra had slightly opened her eyes and looked at BonBon. She had looked tired…but happy. “You look beautiful when you think, Bonnie.”
“Lyra, I’m serious. I… I want… Our sexlife.”
“Mhm? I think it’s good, don’t you?”
“Yes. No. Well… Lyra, it’s… It’s not that it isn’t good, it’s just that… I want more, ok?”
Lyra had raised her eyebrows, and then she had given BonBon a small smile. “You want more? Well, there’s a lot of Lyra to enjoy.”
“Stop joking. I’m serious.” A little to harsh, maybe. But BonBon was too nervous for jokes right now. Lyra didn't seem to react though.
“Yeah, you said that.”
“Lyra…” BonBon drew a deep breath. “I want something more than.... the old in-and-out.”
Lyra raised her eyebrows, and replied, “...That’s really more of a hetero-expression, Bonnie. *pause* No, I remember Dad using it a couple of times, now that you mention it. When he had saddle sores, he complained that he ‘couldn’t even do the old in-and-out anymore’. I suppose…”
BonBon sat up in bed. Here she was, changing their entire relationship and… “LYRA! Don’t bring your fathers into this discussion! I want us to have more sex!”
“Oh. Well, why didn’t you say so! I’m always up for…”
“AND…” She held up her hand.”... I want different.”
“Ok?”
Ok. Ok. Just… just out with it! Now.
“I want…I don’t know…I want you to…take command.” There. She said it. And Lyra was silent. Until...
“Ok.”
“Ok. Good.”
“Ok.”
“Ok.”
Silence.
“What do you mean, take command?”
“...Well, take command, it’s… take command. What do you think?”
“I dunno. I like what we do, I like what we have done…can’t say I have ever looked it up.”
BonBon realized she was awfully unprepared for this question. She had never had to ‘sell it’ and when she finally started to talk she felt like her old Equish teacher.
“Alright…well…there’s…domination. The dominant partner… ehrm… derives sexual pleasure from taking control as part of the consensual power exchange that is D/S play. And, um… The submissive partner allows their dominant partner to, well, dominate them.”
If BonBon was the teacher, Lyra was the unreceptive student.
“Ok.”
“There’s powerplay: it’s roleplaying, where one is put in a different rank than the other. Like... doctor/patient, boss/secretary, or pool pony/rich housewife. And the classic schoolfilly/professor?”
“Ok.”
“And there’s…masochism and humiliation and…”
“Ok”
The discussion had continued for a while. BonBon tried to sound enthusiastic but ended up as an encyclopedia and Lyra was stuck on repeat with her “ok”. And finally, she had said “Bonnie… I need to think.”
Then it was BonBon’s turn to say “ok”, and after that there was no more cuddling. Lyra went to the bathroom and they were asleep shortly after that.
Two weeks had passed, and Lyra had not mentioned the conversation since then. But she had been thinking about it, BonBon knew. She had seen Lyra look at her, in silence, from her hooves to head, then at the bed, or the sofa and then at her again. And then Lyra had turned and left the room. She had also seen Lyra visiting the library, and even if the librarian had refused to tell BonBon what Lyra had been reading, the blush on her face when she muttered “that's private” told BonBon enough. Lyra was preparing for something. She had asked for bits to “get some stuff”, she had been closing doors telling BonBon she was absolutely NOT hiding anything in there, and she had brushed her teeth twice today, which meant that today was probably going to be THE day. There was something in the air...the earth pony could feel it as early as the breakfast table. It smelled like mint and orange juice since Lyra was a creature of habit and forgot the deadly combination.
And then... "Tootsie?"
"Yes, mom?"
"I have been thinking, it was a while since you spent a night at aunt scoots and unca Truffle's place, right?"
Tootsie's eyes had lit up in an instance. "It's been over a month!"
"It has. Do you want to go there... today?"
"YES! YES! Thank you mom!"
They had helped Tootsie pack, and BonBon was to walk her to Scootaloos house. And then Lyra had turned to BonBon. "Bonnie... Don't come home until at least seven, ok?"
Now BonBon knew.
Things were happening. BonBon tried to be calm as she spent her day trying not to think about it. She had tried working, walking, talking to Derpy and even talking some with Applejack just to get her mind on something else. At lunch she gave up. All her thoughts went to this, better follow her heart and go BIG. After lunch, she spent the rest of the afternoon as Carousel Boutique and placed herself in Raritys hands. There she purchased a new dress, nylons, fresh new underwear (silk and frilly, but not a thong; that was way too uncomfortable to be worth it), and even received a few suggestions about make-up. The afternoon passed though tea and almost even dinner. and when and where Rarity ate was a riddle to BonBon, but it was worth it.
Then BonBon ran by the spa a 30 minute quick fix, per Rarity’s suggestion. (“Darling, you have to try it, it’s MARVELOUS after a rough day at work. Well, and when you have a special night in front of you... *wink wink*”) It was also the perfect way to change clothes so she could be ready the moment she entered the house. BonBon also ran by her shop to get a huge box of Lyra’s favourite candy. Raspberry and liquorice fudge. She took one look at herself in the storefront. Yep, Rarity had outdone herself again. And using her favourite colour… turqouise... The dress was elegant, and could pass for an everyday wear anytime, combined with a pair of leggings or jeans perhaps… But with a pair of flower patterned stockings? Oh yes. This was a dress ready for action! BonBon was proud of her earthpony thighs and big butt. It showed her hard working heritage and it was comfortable. And she had always felt sexy showing them off to everyone interested in looking. (another part where she and her mother was alike. Also, once Strings had tried a frock on and asked Bon if her butt looked big in it. Bons enthusisastic ‘yes’ had not been shared by strings at all…) She drew a deep breath… and left the spa. BonBon ran the few blocks home, ran up the stairs and opened the door full of anticipation ...
...Only to find Lyra sitting at the kitchen table, wearing a plain t-shirt and a pair of shorts, drinking a cup of coffee. The unicorn didn’t even look at her as she entered the kitchen, and it wasn’t until BonBon cleared her throat that Lyra seemed to notice her.
“Hi Bonnie!” There was nothing sultry or sexy in her voice, not even a teeny bit teasing. She sounded like what she looked like: Lyra drinking coffee on a normal day, looking out the window. BonBon couldn’t hide her disappointment and fell back against the doorframe as the energy ran out of her.
“Hi...Lyra... “
Lyra, however, still didn’t seem to care.
“You look fancy!” It was probably a compliment, but to BonBon it sounded like she was talking about what they were having for dinner, and she didn’t really know what to say.
“Yes… Yes… I… I felt like it.”
“Cool! It looks really good on you.”
“Thanks.” BonBon decided to go straight to the point, better get it over with and continue living. “I… I actually did this for you.”
“For me? Thanks!”
“Yes… Remember what we talked about? In Manehattan? That I wanted something… more? And I thought that… well…”
“Sure Bonnie! We can have sex.”
“Lyra… “
A break. And then Lyra sighed. “Ok, ok… You obviously want serious time so let’s do that.” Lyra rose. “Sit down. We… yeah, we need to talk about that.” BonBon took a chair, sat down and immideately she started to feel ridiculous in her “fabulously sexy” outfit. This was not going to end well, no. We need to talk… Oh, BonBon knew what THAT meant… Now Lyra was silent, and looked like she was suffering from an ear infection. And then she began to speak. “I have been thinking, Bonnie...about what you said.” Then she paused for a long time. She crossed her arms and looked at her hooves, “ I…have been thinking as I said, and… Well, I have also been reading and, heh, I even talked to Plaid and Sunset. And...I’m not sure if I can do what you ask of me.”
“Ok.” BonBon wasn't sure how she managed to answer so calmly.
“I really don’t want to hurt you, and yes I know… If you want it and ask for it, it’s not…but I would still feel bad, ok?”
BonBon’s heart began to sink through her chest. This was the end. She felt her disappointment grow as well as another feeling started to blend with it. The feeling of shame. She had been so stupid. She had assumed that her wife would simply jump through when she held up the ring, she was always so positive and 'Sure, Bonnie!' And here BonBon was, dressed up to the nines, all for nothing. Chasing a dream, a stupid hope. She had behaved just like her mother: only caring about her own wishes, not bothering to even consider what Lyra would think. In the background she noticed how Lyra kept talking. BonBon realized that she wasn’t even looking at her. She sighed. Another pony she had driven away.
“... can’t be anypony else other than who I am. And I don’t want you to be any other pony than you are. I can only hope you can forgive me.” And with that, Lyra opened the door and walked out of the kitchen.
The earth pony slowly looked up. “What? What for?”
Lyra’s voice came from the other room, “I can’t be anyone else than I am, right? Bonnie…you are the most beautiful and sexy mare that I know. Every time I see you, every time I talk to you, every day you are with me...it’s like my birthday. Everyday. I don’t want you do be my sub, Bonnie. I want you to be exactly the sexy mare that you are. I want you to be you, and nopony else.” Those words shocked BonBon’s heart back from its place around her kidneys. But she wasn’t completely herself. She ‘knew’ that Lyra loved her, and she would lie if she was to say that it didn’t warm her heart.
However, one does not go from turned on to getting an ice bucket over one’s feelings and then back to hot and bothered again in a blink. BonBon was the subject of conflicting feelings. Lyra had some plans, and it would be something that inculded sex, that was a dead giveaway. Part of her wanted to just go along with it and forget she had ever said anything but another part… Then Lyra appeared in the doorway again, cutting off BonBons thoughts, and once again surpricing her.
She had taken off her t-shirt and shorts, revealing a pair of black satin underwear...a balconette, combined with a rather wide thong. There was a smile playing on the edge of her mouth as she wiggled her eyebrows at BonBon. She stroke a confident pose, one hand casually on her hip, leaning against the doorframe and the other placed behind her neck, playing with her short mane. BonBon could not stop staring. The unicorn had even thrown on some eye-shadow and deep blue lipstick. To complete the picture, she wore a thin red choker around her neck. BonBon wasn't out of her funk yet but DAMN was this version of her wife SEXY! Lyra took a step out, swung round so BonBon could see all of her, and then she resumed her position. BonBon stared at her wife, from the hooves, through the slender legs and her killer thighs (and those panties she just wanted to TEAR off and…), over her pudgy but cute little belly near which no crunches were allowed to disturb and… Apparently Lyra had prepared, and something different WAS going to happen.
“So, now we’re going to have sex! LYRASTYLE! Come here, Bonnie!”
Well, some things never changed. BonBon was still frozen in her chair as Lyra took her hand and pulled her up from the chair. Then she swung her around, pushing BonBon through the door. She also managed to put her hand over BonBon’s eyes as she stumbled through the door. Bonbon was about to protest but Lyra gave her a quick peck on her cheek and removed her hand.
BonBon gasped. Their living room was completely transformed. The lights were low, the windows covered and a slight scent of frankincense was in the air. There was a large bed arranged on the left wall, constructed by combining their sofa, a lot of huge pillows and brightly orange satin sheets. And then she heard lyra’s voice from behind her, “Sorry about the sheets, they were out of red. But these were way cheaper!”
BonBon tried to take in the whole room. She now noticed a few candles, and near the center of the room there was a large open space and a chair. In one corner there was also an armchair. Lyra stepped closer to BonBon,and put her arms around her from behind. She gave her a long kiss on her nape, and whispered into her ear.
“This is my show now, Bonnie. You must accept that we are doing this the way I want it. Think you can do that? Think you can be my perfect sexy little wife that will do exactly what Mrs. Heartstrings tells her to do?”
BonBon didn’t know what to think, so she only replied “...Yes Mrs. Heartstrings… I will do exactly as you say…”
“Good… then, let’s begin. You’re so sexy I can hardly wait!!”
Lyra’s hands began to slide their way up and down her wife’s body. She wasn't the least bit subtle; she wanted BonBon and made no secret about it. Lyra pushed her body so close against her that BonBon could feel Lyra’s chest heaving against her bare back. She was warm, and just a tiny bit sweaty. The unicorn spread her fingers and ran her hands up and down BonBon’s thighs and belly. The touch… BonBon loved the touch of Lyra’s hands. Once or twice the fingers came awfully close to breaching the rim of her dress… only to move back to her thighs. Then her hands were in between her legs, smoothly caressing her inner thighs. BonBon wanted to press Lyra’s hands a few centimeters up...she was so close, so close… just a few centimeters and it would feel so...
But she had promised to behave, and behave she would. BonBon closed her eyes and moaned low with her mouth open. Suddenly, Lyra’s hand was under her chin. The unicorn gently turned Bonbon’s head slightly to the right and leaned her own head over for a gentle kiss on BonBon’s lips. The other hand had found it way to her chest and its fingers were gently dancing over her. Slowly… slowly… every finger sent a wave of lust through her body and BonBon moaned right into Lyras mouth. Lyra then broke the kiss, and let her other hand join the first one.
“What did I do to deserve such a little delicious piece of pony as my wife…” she whispered, as she gently squeezed her breasts. But now her hands got bolder, she sneaked them in under BonBons dress, in under her bra, and began instantly to play with her nipples. BonBon let out a gasp, and started to grind her butt against Lyra. She had promised to be a good pony, but surely, just a teensy bit couldn’t hurt, right? Immediately the hands disappeared from under her bra, and Lyra took a rough grip on her thighs, and even giver her a light spank.
“Ah ah ah… I didn't say you could move… not yet…” Lyra’s voice was playful, and yet BonBon knew, and she smiled. She wasn't going to misbehave for her Lyra, no no.
“Sorry, Mrs heartstrings… I will be a good pony, I promise.”
She could hear lyra smile as her hands began to explore her body again. But then, Lyra did something BonBon had never expected her to do. She bit her. Gently, of course, but still. BonBon had never gotten the chance to tell Lyra how much she had enjoyed it when …L... had used her teeth. BonBon draw a quick breath and let out a “mmmm”.
“Liked that?”
“Mhm… Yes...Please do it again”
“Well, when my little pony asks so nicely…”
Lyra kissed the spot where she bit her, one… two… three times… and then she bit her again. BonBon moaned louder this time, Lyra hadn't told her to be quiet!
Then, all of a sudden there was a new sensation. BonBon felt how Lyra kissed her way down from her shoulders, all the way down her back where the opening of her dress ended… but she didn't stop there. And her hands follows, slowly caressing BonBons torso until they came to a rest on her thighs. And then… BonBon felt her dress lift, and two hands found their way from her inner thighs to a steady grip on her buttocks. And then… a lick.
“Mmmm…”
Lyras hands started groping her butt, much rougher than usual. She let her fingers run over the fur, she used her nails to draw patterns, she grabbed her tush and never let go… And her tongue, her tongue… It was nothing special really, and yet, the sensation of Lyra running her tongue up and down her buttocks was… it was strange, and a bit weird… but definitely not unpleasant. And very much Lyra.
Very much Lyra indeed. BonBon gasped and opened her eyes wide. Lyra had grabbed her tail and lifted it, pulled down her panties slightly and gave BonBon a kiss… then a lick… and then a bite! … on the spot right under... her tail… Was she… was lyra… was she going to… BonBon blushed. She wasn't sure if she wanted Lyra to proceed lower… that entrance was not… Not now. But maybe another day… because... where Lyra was now… oh dark chocolate fudge with cherries was this feeling good!
But as sudden as it had started, as sudden was it over, and Lyra was kissing her way back up to BonBon shoulder again. Her hands had moved to BonBons thighs, and stayed there while Lyra planted a series of kisses on BonBons neck.
“mmmm...Mrs Sweetie Drops… you are giving me a hard-on here…”
BonBon giggled a little, “Back to the hetero-expressions are we, mrs, Hearthstrings?”
“Tomato, potato. I want you so bad, Bonnie.”
BonBon wanted to be closer to Lyra now and she decided to be bold. She placed her arms behind her so they were resting on Lyras back, just above her tail. Lyra didn’t stop this time, but perhaps that was because Lyra’s hands was definitely NOT resting. They were back at her boobs, handling them rougher this time, perhaps inspired of their previous actions. Well, BonBon didn’t mind, she wanted Lyra to go further. And she did. Lyra pulled down Bonbons dress, revealing her boobs and bra to the room. Lyra began to whisper into her ear.
“I don’t know what I love most with you, BonBon. But I would be a fool not to tell you how much I love your boobs. I don’t like small, or big, or thick or loose… I like YOUR boobs, Bonnie. I could play with them forever, if I got the chance. And well… looks like the chance just came to me.”
In a swift move she pulled down BonBons bra to free them from their silk, lacy prison. And then she really let loose. She squeezed them, gently caressed them, grabbed them … bonBon had never been very keen on this, since her breasts were rather sensitive…. Yeah, sensitive, alright! She was now so turned on by Lyra’s actions that she could barely take it anymore. And then came a tinge of pain. Lyra had pinched her nipples. Her rock hard, sensitive nipples… She had pinched them with her sharp nails and didn't let go… The small sparks of pain sent a stream of warm lust through BonBons body and she couldn't help to scream,
“MORE! Oh celestia, MORE LYRA! MORE....more…”
Lyra gave her more. She didn’t move her hands, no. Instead, she bit her again. Not harder, but longer. And she only kissed the spot once before she bit her again.
“AH! LYRA! YES!”
BonBon wondered if she would cum only from Lyras rough touch, but she wouldn't get the answer today. Because before she knew it, one of Lyras hands was down under her dress and under her panties, heading right for her…
“AH!”
As rough as her hand been handling her breasts, as gently was it now when she fingered her. But Lyra had always had magic fingers. Quick, slender movements. And right on the spot. Lyra was not one for being subtle. She had found the clitoris when she was 17 and she had always felt sufficient working with that. BonBon could only agree.
“AH!”
“That’s right, Bonnie… Scream for me. Tell me how it feels.”
“Lyra!… Oh fudge… I’m… I’m… Oh right there… THERE! Oh fudge it feels so good. Oh yes… OH YES!I YES!… I love you! Ooooh….”
And then, she slowed down, only moving her fingers millimeters back and forward, and slowly. Slowly… Then she spoke.
“you know, BonBon… one of those books I read…”
BonBon had to concentrate to listen and not cum right into Lyras hand. “Okay…?”
“...There was a chapter about orgasm denial…”
“mhm...oh yes… right there…”
“It said that it would show the sub who’s in charge and in the end make the prolonged release so much sweeter…”
BonBon felt Lyras hand stop and rest against her pussy. Then it sank into her what Lyra had said. Oh what a cruel mistress she was! So close, and then she just decided to… BonBon didn't have the time, however, to figure out whether she liked it or not, when Lyra pushed two fingers inside her and began to move.
“but I just felt that to be stupid.”
“AH! FUDGE!”
“Because the second most sexy thing I know, Bonnie...is when you come. I love it when you come. Can you cum for me, Bonnie? Can you be a good girl and come for Lyra?”
Lyras fingers up her pussy, lyras nails around her breast and nipple. Lyras teeth nagging her skin… lyras voice…
Of course she was a good girl.
“Ah...AH! AH! AH! AAH! ...AH SHEIßE! LYRA! ICH...ICH….AAaahhh….oh fudge.” BonBon almost lost her balance in her post-orgasmic daze, but Lyra supported her. They took at step over to rest against the nearest wall, and BonBon turned around, putting her arms around Lyra and kissed her. “good Bonnie?”
Lyra smiled. “Awesome Bonnie.” BonBon was that kind of mare who felt tired after orgasms. Especially strong ones. Lyra knew that, and she never let her wait for long before she came at her again. And this time was not different. Her fingers was already sneaking in under her dress again, playing with the rim of her stockings. BonBons hands made their way down on Lyras butt, found their way in under Lyras panties and squeezed.
“Oh? Has my little pony decided to defy her wife and do something naughty? Well well… It’s almost like you want me to punish you…”
“Mhm? And what kind of punishment would that be?”
“I want you to… Well, um…” Lyra blushed. “That dress… You are so beautiful, Bonnie. It makes you look so good… shows that sexy big butt you got too.” BonBon closed her eyes and leaned closer to Lyra.
“Mhm?”
“I said that every day with you was my birthday....and here you are, Bonnie… you look gorgeous… and all wrapped up and ready for me…” Lyra lifted her hand, and let it land on BonBon’s flank. BonBon let out a little “ah”. Lyra smiled. “I don’t want to punish you, not really… But you can do something for me. But I do think you will need a glass of water first.”
Bonnie shook her head, and returned to reality. Water? Yeah… she was kind of thirsty…
“You know what? Can you get a glass for me to? It’s warm in here. Wonder why?”
BonBon smiled. Dorkiest Dom there is. BonBon took a few uncertain steps towards the kitchen and found herself at the sink, a bit surprised she managed to get there. She was feeling wobbly, and that huge smile she wore was probably going to hurt in the morning.
She poured a glass of water, and drank it in one go. Then another. And then she poured one for Lyra. She could trace her mirage in the window. The dress was completely ajar, her boobs were out for all the world to see and Lyra had even managed to pull down her stockings a bit. Also, her mane was a mess. And she had no problem at all to slowly strut by the window showing off. BonBon had no problem showing them that yes, she was dressed for an afternoon of debauchery and by Celestia, she wasn’t ashamed. The best result was hopefully that she would make that somepony looking in jealous.
As she came back into the room, a large, orange lamp had been lit in the roof. And Lyra had sat down in the arm chair.
“Welcome back Bonnie! Can you please close the door? And put the water there. Thank you. Now…”
Lyra gestured at BonBon to come closer. When she was standing hoof to hoof, Lyra grabbed her butt through the fabric and nuzzled her way in under her dress and kissed her belly. It tickled a bit, and Bonbon couldn’t help herself not to giggle. Lyra remained under her dress for a while, giving BonBons belly a series of quick kisses while she squeezed her butt in the most groping way possible. Lyra was more or less owning her, and she loved it. And then, she looked up at Bonbon.
“You know what, bonnie? This dress… It’s beautiful. It makes you look… Like a bag of sweets!”
“Mhmm…”
“I didn’t want to give you any orders how to dress today, Bonnie. I didn’t care really, because you are beautiful in everything. And yet, here you came, blowing my mind… I was completely speechless when you entered, Bonnie. I had no idea what to say. I hope I didn’t scare you… I had this idea of what to say and it just didn't… Well, here we are anyway.” Lyra gave her a sheepish smile. She started to slowly caress Bonbon from her butt up on her back and down again, feeling every square inch of her dress. “You looked just like a birthday present. Well, you LOOK like a birthday present. Is it so, Bonnie? Are you my birthday present? Have I’ve been a good little filly this year to get the best gift Santa Hooves could give me?”
BonBon couldn't help noticing Lyras mix of holidays, but she didn’t care. She smiled down to her wife, as she stroke her mane.
“I am, Lyra. I’m just for you.”
Lyras smile… it was so beautiful.
“Thank you Bonnie… You make me the happiest mare there is. I want to unwrap my present now.”
Lyra made an attempt to stand up, but BonBon gently pushed her down. She had a wild idea, she wanted to push the limits, just a bit.
“No, mrs Heartstrings. That is not right.”
“o...kay?”
She took a few steps back and turned her back towards lyra, then she looked at her over her shoulder.
BonBon smiled, then she mockingly gasped and placed her hand over her mouth. “Oh, but mrs Heartstrings! How could I do this to you? How could YOU do this to me?”
“Um… what?”
“My dress! It is a complete mess! How could you allow me to walk out in public so shamelessly exposing myself!” She turned around and leaned forward, shoving her breasts right into Lyras face. “Im a bad filly…”
Lets see if you can be provoked, mrs Heartstrings, BonBon thought to herself.
“Eh… well… It was me that… did… that…”
Silly Lyra. “Perhaps you did. But it's still my prerogative to look good for you. I have been misbehaving, mrs heartstrings… please… let me make it up for you.”
She took a few steps back, and turned her back on Lyra. She stood with her legs wide apart, and let her torso fall forward, giving Lyra a perfect wiew of her butt and tail. She wiggled her tail , giving Lyra a hint that ‘Just imagine what is waiting for you under these garments’. The quick draw of breath told her Lyra approved. Slowly she raised herself again, reaching around for the zipper. This dress had a little secret, a rarity special. The zipper was not centered, but placed slightly to the right. She could with ease reach out, and slowly reveal her naked back to Lyra. But even then, the dress still cliched to her hips. Wide, thick hips that she knew Lyra loved. With another swift more, she took off her bra and twirled it around her fingers. She then put her left hoof forward in a provocative pose, playing with the edge of her skirt, giving Lyra another glimpse of her underwear. She still sood with her back towards Lyra, and she blew her a kiss over her naked shoulder. Then she slowly shifted her weight to her right foot, and continued to reveal her other shoulder. Once again she blew Lyra a kiss. She noticed how Lyra’s left hand had moved down, closer to her crotch. BonBon smiled.
Now she widened her stance, and crouched down. She lifted her tail as much as she could, and she felt how her short dress lifted, once again revealing her rump and underwear. This time she started to shake her tush slowly, slowly, as she started to play with her own breasts. She heard Lyra gasp again She stopped, turned her head, and glanced at Lyra over her shoulder. “Are you happy with me, mrs Heartstrings? Bonnie doing good?” She saw that Lyras hand was buried deep down in her crotch, legs crossed. Lyra was completely lost, her breath hard and her speech erratic.
“Mrs Heart… strings...oh Luna… sure likes... mmmm… keep… keep on..” BonBon didn’t wait. She straightened up, and slowly pulled down her dress, until she could step out of it. Then she crossed her arms over her chest, and turned slowly around. Still not revealing herself, she slowly walked towards lyra. Lyra had her eyes closed, her hand busy between her thighs.
“I think you will enjoy the wiew better if you open your eyes, mrs Heartstrings” she said.
Lyra quickly opened her eyes and when she saw the sight of her almost naked wife, her eyes went wide, and with a “BONNIE! DAMN!” she began to tremble. BonBon smiled. Leave it to Lyra to cum in queer ways. She turned her back to Lyra again and slowly she began to pull down her panties. Only the stockings and choker left now. It had been ages since BonBon had felt this good. Lyras heavy panting beside her told her that she had done good. And then all of a sudden, she found her arms in a tight grip, and she was pushed towards the wall. No, not the wall… the wooden chair.
“Bend over.”
BonBon obeyed.
“So, you think this is a game? Hmm? Think you can play mrs Heartstrings like a piano? Bad idea, Bonnie… bad idea…”
*smack!* Lyras hand landed hard on BonBons butt.
“Now I DEFINITELY have to punish you, BonBon… “
“yes, mrs Heartstrings! Punish me! I’ve been…”
“shut up…”
Not a trace of steel or hardness, and yet BonBon felt it again… Lyra was definitely in charge.
“Think this is going to hurt? Think I am going to spank you? Tie you up? Gag you? Oh no… That's going easy on you.” two fingers were shoved up her pussy. “I’m going to make you cum, Bonnie. I’m going to make you cum so hard you wont be able to stand!”
BonBon gripped the backrest. “Spread your legs.” She obeyed. Lyras fingers sprung into action. They were fast and agile and... BonBon could only scream. “Mrs Heartstring! Oh Fudge!”
“Like it? Like my fingers up your Pussy, BonBon? Do you like being mine?”
“I… I love it, Lyra! I’m your mare, Lyra! Take me and never let me go!”
Lyra didn't answer. Her fingers disappeared from inside of BonBon…
...only to be replaced by an eager tongue. Oh shit! Lyra was back down her again. And this time her tongue had went exactly where BonBon imagined she would go before. BonBon felt Lyras muzzle nudging in between her buttocks and her hot breath reaching areas that BonBon had never dared showing anyone. On of Lyras hands rested on her thigh, but the other was everywhere. Her butt, her belly, down to her feet… Lyra could have touched… Fuck, she could have touched her nostrils in this moment, and BonBon would have screamed her name out loud. But she was busy biting her lip not to come right away. She was close and she wanted the release so bad, so bad… but even more, she wanted Lyra to stay where she was for as long as she could. This was the fantasy she didn't know she had. BonBon had seen pictures of assworshipping but she had never dared… there was no mirror in the room, but the image of Lyra crouched down behind her, muzzle deep in between her buttcheeks…
“AH!” Lyra had grabbed her tail and pulled it upwards, this time probably to get a better look. But she could kiss her there anytime, BonBon wouldn't mind. Not after today… But that could wait, There was nothing wrong with were Lyra was now!
Oh her tongue… her tongue…
“Oh Lyra… Oh Lyra… mmmm…. YES. YEEES….AH!”
Oh damn… was she too close already? Was she so turned on by all this that she was already… Lyras tongue was working overtime now. BonBon felt it rising inside her, just a little bit more… she bit her lips and groaned. And then…
A gentle hand on her shoulder, making her to stand up and turn around. An arm pulling her close, and two magic fingers back doing their work on her pussy.
“I can't do this, Bonnie, I’m sorry. But you are so beautiful, I have to watch you. I have to look in your eyes and watch you when you cum. Because I love you so so much. I love you so so so much.” She then locked lips with BonBon, sharing the messiest and sloppiest kiss ever.
And then BonBons body exploded. She screamed right into Lyras mouth as something warm and wet shot out from her and her whole lover body was convulsing. Lyras fingers must have been soaked, but she never let go, neither of the kiss, nor of her and her pussy. BonBon rode on the orgasm wave, down, up, down up, when she thought it was over, another wave shot through her and shook her body again. Finally she had to grab Lyras hand to make her stop touching her.
“Ly… Lyra… Lyra… sto….stop…”
“What? I told you I would make you cum so hard you couldn't stand…” A hint of tease.
“You… You did Lyra… Oh fudge… Sheiße… I need to lay down.”
“Did I say you could?”
“N...no… of cource not. I'm sorry miss He…”
“Sssh… of cource you can lay down. What am I, the police? I made this for you, Bonnie. The sofa or the cushions?”
“The… the sofa.”
BonBon lay down, and Lyra placed herself next to her. She put her arm under BonBons neck,the other she placed on her belly. She gently kissed BonBons cheek, and BonBon truned her head to return the kiss. Other than that, they just lay there.
BonBon was the first to speak. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For doing this for me.”
“Eh, Bonnie… I didn't do anything… I know this wasn't what you wanted.”
“No.” She gave her wife another kiss. “It was better.”
“Really? Cause... It wasn't…”
“Sssh… don’t talk. We don't have to. This is mmmm...good. We liked this, didn't we?”
Lyra blushed. “yeah”
BonBon said no more. Perhaps there would be more. Perhaps she could make Lyra to force her down between her legs. Perhaps she should be slightly naughtier even.
She knew one thing though. She wasn't boring after all.