Or, The "L" Word
Lyra wished she could say she couldn’t be happier. She almost was, but there was one little thing that she wished for. A simple four-letter “L” word, framed by “I” and “you,” one that could make or break a heart, one that meant more than any other word in the world. A little word that Lyra had been dying to say to her marefriend, but one she was equally scared to say. She knew that this word would either cement her and her marefriend in each other’s hearts, or drive them apart. It was a word that could scare that lovely, curvy cream mare with the beautifully curly two-tone mane away from her forever if she said it too soon. Lyra was ready, and had been for months, but she was waiting for her lover to say it first. She’d said it too soon once before and lost a good friend, quite probably forever, and Bon Bon meant far too much to her to even chance losing. Lyra would gladly sit through an eternity of “I really like you” and “I care for you” if it meant never losing her precious Bon Bon. She wanted desperately not to come off as overly attached, and considering she had just recently asked Bon Bon to move in with her, she figured that was a big enough step for a while before moving on to the “L” word. The mornings since, however, had all been undeniably pleasant – waking up in a warm, shared bed with the mare of her dreams at her side, softly snoring.
This particular morning was like any other Saturday morning – Bon Bon didn’t open her shop until the middle of the afternoon on Saturdays, and as such, Lyra didn’t have work until early in the afternoon. She had still risen with the sun of course, as she always had. Lyra was very much a morning pony, always awake and alert and ready to start the day. Today, she felt drawn to make her marefriend breakfast in bed, and saw no reason not to do so, given that she had the time and it was a beautifully romantic gesture. Having prepared the food, a simple meal of eggs with a little fruit on the side, she grasped the tray with her magic and trotted back up the stairs of their shared home. Quietly trotting down the hallway, she gently pushed the door to her bedroom open. She blushed when she entered their room.
Being two long-time and deeply involved marefriends, their bodies and habits were no real secret to each other, though they had never gone beyond using hooves or magic to get each other off. However, here was Bon Bon, still pleasantly asleep… and heavily flushed, with her hooves working beneath the sheets of the bed. Lyra smiled, exhaling through her nose and shaking her head. She turned to leave, to let Bon Bon finish her self-service, when the mare began to make a noise of some sort. It started as a soft moan, but gradually began to take form, the pleasured sound softly molding into a word.
“Nnnnn… Lyra… I… love you…”
Lyra’s eyes went wide and she gasped as her focus snapped, magical grasp on the tray dissipating. The wooden tray clattered to the floor free of damage, as did the metal utensils. The ceramic plate and the glass were not so lucky. The plate broke cleanly in three pieces, the carefully crafted omelet landing on the floor with a slightly wet smack. The glass of milk, on the other hoof, shattered and splashed the white liquid all over the floor and Lyra’s front legs. She didn’t notice, though – Lyra had frozen stiff when she heard her marefriend utter those words in the carnal pleasures of sleep. However, just because Lyra hadn’t noticed didn’t mean nopony had noticed; Bon Bon had sat bolt upright in bed, and was trying to sort out why she felt so aroused, why her hooves were sticky, and why Lyra was standing in a puddle of milk half-way out of the door of their bedroom. She quickly solved the question of the first two, but the latter left her confused.
“Lyra? What’s wrong, what happened?” Bon Bon asked, her breathing still slightly unsteady from her unconscious masturbation.
It took Lyra several long moments for Lyra’s mane to relax and for her breathing to resume, and several more before she could articulate a response.
“I was just… making breakfast for you, and I was going to bring it to you, but you were still asleep, so I was going to bring it back downstairs, and I dropped it. Don’t worry, I’ll clea-”
“Lyra dear,” Bon Bon cut in, a smile on her face and mock-annoyance in her voice, “I can tell when you’re hiding something. You never carry things with your hooves, and the only time I’ve seen your magic fail was the first time I caught you masturbating. Something caught you seriously off-guard. What was it?”
Lyra turned around to face her marefriend, her expression as confused as the thoughts in her head. “I… when I was about to leave, you… said something, in your sleep, while you were… you know.”
“Oh my, the scandal,” Bon Bon said, sarcastically, despite the light blush that persisted in her cheeks, “I hope it wasn’t anything naughty.”
“What? No, it was nothing like that, it was just…” Lyra trailed off. She wanted to think that this meant something, something great, but at the same time, what a pony said in her sleep couldn’t be taken as truth, could it? “Don’t worry about it, Bonnie, ponies say silly things in their sleep.”
“In my experience, what a pony says in her sleep is the complete and unbiased truth, the words they want to say, or the words they want to hide. What did I say, Lyra?”
“You said… you said you loved me,” Lyra whispered, tears fighting their way to her eyes, but not yet falling.
“Oh. I…”
“I’m sorry, I just wanted you to have a great morning…”
“I was going to say I was hoping I’d get to tell you that when I was awake.”
“I just th- what?” Lyra perked up, her tone changing in an instant.
“I said I was hoping to say that to you while I was awake, and, well, at an opportunity of my own choosing. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, I just… didn’t know how or when. But I guess that’s not an option anymore… it’s the truth, though. I love you, Lyra. I really do. And we can still make this a special morning…” Bon Bon laughed to herself at the cheesiness of that line, but her arousal was getting the better of her. “Here, get in bed. Careful now, don’t want to cut yourself.”
“Bonnie, my hooves and the floor are covered in milk, I’ll make a mess of the sheets…”
“I’ve already done that, get over here,” Bon Bon instructed. Lyra sighed and obeyed, carefully stepping around any pieces of broken glass on the floor, gently climbing into the bed with her marefriend. Seeing as Bon Bon had declared the sheets in need of a wash anyway, she moved to wipe her hooves on them.
“Ah! No, allow me, love,” Bon Bon said, taking Lyra’s hoof up between her own. Lyra gave her a quizzical glance, which Bon Bon returned with the most seductive gaze she could muster, extending her tongue, and slowly licking from the tip of Lyra’s hoof up to her shin. Lyra’s confusion dissipated instantly, the feeling of her lover’s warm, slightly rough tongue sliding over her fur and collecting the cool milk was unbelievably erotic. It tickled slightly, and a small shudder ran up her foreleg and down her spine. As soon as the feeling had begun, though, it was gone – only to pick up again shortly after, a little to the side of the last.
“Bon Bon, this feels… strange, admittedly, but fantastic. We should have done this so much sooner… oh,” Lyra moaned softly as another shudder ran up her foreleg. “Oh, Bonnie, I…”
“Shh… don’t speak, love. Just let me take care of this, alright?” Bon Bon spoke between licks, the question more of a statement than an option. She continued licking clean Lyra’s hoof, the mint-colored unicorn clearly getting more and more into the actions with every pass she made. When Bon Bon finished with the one hoof, Lyra freely offered the other, instead of having to grab for it herself. Bon Bon began again, Lyra’s breath growing heavier with each lick travelling up her leg. The unicorn’s cheeks had turned a delightful shade of red, and her eyes had closed, letting the pleasure take her. Bon Bon finished “cleaning” Lyra’s other hoof, and planted a kiss gently on the tip. Moving her head ever so slightly, she kissed Lyra’s ankle, her shin, her knee – inching closer to her goal – collarbone (eliciting a quite squeak from her lover), neck, and the prize.
Bon Bon pressed her lips against Lyra’s. The kiss, far from the first, or the last, the two had or would share, started simple and chaste, the kind two lovers would greet one another with after spending a week apart. Bon Bon, however, was looking for a little something more. She opened her mouth slightly, pressing her tongue towards Lyra’s lips. Her partner gladly accommodated, parting her own lips and offering forth her tongue. One thing that Lyra loved perhaps a little more than the rest of Bon Bon was her flavor – the mare owned and operated a confectionary, and was constantly adding new candies to her repertoire. Before she could add them, though, she had to test them – which left her mouth with a constant sugary-sweet flavor. Now, because Bon Bon ate copious amounts of candy, she had to watch her teeth extra-carefully, and despite her intake of raw sugar, Bon Bon had impeccable teeth and a wonderfully curvaceous figure. As Lyra allowed Bon Bon’s tongue to pass over her own, she felt that familiar taste, warm, sweet, and just slightly fruity, mixed with a hint of the milk she had on her forehooves only moments prior. Their tongues danced, to an unheard melody, wrestling and rolling back and forth, over each other, Lyra always giving Bon Bon the lead. The two parted for just a moment, breathing heavily. Lyra stared into Bon Bon’s half lidded eyes, Bon Bon staring right back at the precious, beautiful golden orbs her lover sported. Lyra opened her mouth slightly, and Bon Bon dove back in, giving no rest to the breathless unicorn.
A hoof trailed down Lyra’s chest, the touch ever so light, tickling at her flesh, reaching her nethers after what felt like minutes of torture. Lyra, being a unicorn, had to admit that hooves felt rather… inefficient at sexual stimulation, when magic could so easily achieve so much. However, that was only when her own hooves were the ones attempting to do anything. Bon Bon’s touch, by comparison, was far better than any sensation her own magic could bring her. Lyra moaned into her lover’s mouth as the hoof prodded and rubbed around her upper thighs and just above her entrance, the teasing becoming almost unbearable. The bizarre, but extremely sensual hoof-cleaning Bon Bon had delivered earlier had left her hotter than any time she could recall, and she was just short of breaking the kiss and begging for her lover’s touch when Bon Bon’s hoof struck home.
It started softly, resting gently on Lyra’s outer lips, before beginning to move slowly. Bon Bon rubbed small circles around the familiar mound of flesh between her marefriend’s legs, encouraged by the vibration of her lips as Lyra moaned into her. Further excited by Lyra’s own excitement, Bon Bon pushed a little harder as she felt her hoof begin to grow moist, parting Lyra’s outer lips. The wonderful sensation of her marefriend’s dampness only increased her own arousal even further, feeling the soft flesh of Lyra’s marehood pulse and grasp at something, anything to fill it up.
By now, Lyra was lying on her back on her bed, writhing and grinding against Bon Bon’s hoof as her pleasure mounted. Without warning, Bon Bon pulled away, Lyra’s only response a dissatisfied whisper. She felt the weight shift on the bed, and opened her eyes to see Bon Bon trailing kisses down her chest just as the feeling registered in her mind, watched her go lower, until –
“Bonnie, are you sure you want this?” Lyra asked, giving Bon Bon pause only moments before reaching her marefriend’s love tunnel. “ I mean, I was trying to tell you earlier, I love you too, I have, for a long time, I just didn’t know how to tell you. Gosh, I feel really stupid now, we were both waiting for the other to say it. But I’ll say it now and I will never take it back. I love you, Bonnie, and I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
Bon Bon’s first response was moving back up on top of her unicorn and kissing her passionately. “Anything I’m not comfortable with? Lyra, my love, I’ve wanted to do something like this with you forever. I know that hooves are simply… lacking, when it comes to sexual activity with a unicorn. I’ve experienced the difference firsthoof, and I know you have too. I’ve wanted to please you like this for so long now, I’ve felt so bad about our sessions. You’ve always left me so satisfied and I feel like I’ve never really satisfied you, so please, I would love to do this for you.”
“Bonnie, just being with you is the most satisfying feeling in the world. We could never do this and I would be satisfied. I love you, and that’s enough for me. If you want to express your feelings like this, though, I’m not about to object,” Lyra smirked, and Bon Bon giggled.
“With pleasure, my love.”
Bon Bon moved back down Lyra’s body, until her face was merely inches from the most precious spot on her body. She exhaled softly, smoothly, enduringly, blowing cool air onto Lyra’s marehood, smiling as the mint form shuddered in response. Inhaling again, she pressed her muzzle forward and extended her tongue, making one continuous, steady motion from the base to the tip, smiling internally at Lyra’s moans. Moving her tongue to the side, she traced along the soft inner folds of the unicorn’s vagina, before pressing between them, her tongue entering her lover for the first time.
Lyra gasped at the sudden penetration, the slick muscle working inside her in ways a hoof could never provide and ways she’d never thought to try with magic. It writhed and twisted, moving and stimulating so many more places than she’d ever felt before.
“Oh, Celestia, Bonnie, this is absolutely amazing… I just…” Lyra’s voice trailed off into a series of gasps and moans as Bon Bon thrust her tongue even deeper into her. Lyra bucked her hips forward, her vagina desperate to pull the invading object further into her. Unconsciously, she reached down and pressed her hooves into Bon Bon’s mane, forcing her mare’s muzzle down on her vagina even harder, arching her back and driving her hips upward, her voice catching in her throat.
Bon Bon felt it before she heard it, her marefriend’s orgasm striking her like a brick wall. Lyra’s walls clamped down on her tongue, attempting to milk a non-existent phallus of every drop, instead driving Bon Bon wild. The cream mare heard Lyra’s hard exhalation through her nostrils as she began to cycle air again after a powerful orgasm. To be perfectly honest, one of the things she found most arousing was seeing Lyra so aroused – she had, in fact, once had an orgasm merely from watching Lyra have an orgasm, an extremely interesting experience she had only had once. Now, however, Lyra lay panting on the bed, flushed, with a light sheen of sweat covering her face and chest. Bon Bon extricated herself from the hooves that had clenched around her head, pulling herself back up to marefriend’s face.
“Well? How was it?”
“Bonnie, that was… the absolute best… most amazing… anything… I love you so much… let me do that for you, you have to let me do that for you,” Lyra panted, managing only a few words between gasps for air, breathing deeply and heavily through her nose.
“Maybe later, love. For now, I just want to lay here like this. I love you too. I think, somehow, I always have, I just didn’t admit it to myself, and was afraid to admit it to you. I do love you, though, I’ll love you until the end of time. I know it sounds cheesy, but I will. Lyra… I wouldn’t change a thing about us, ever.”
Lyra repositioned her hooves, wrapping them around her lover, the mess on the floor long since forgotten. That could be dealt with later, anyway. Right now the only thing in the world for Lyra was Bon Bon. Bon Bon - the mare she would spend her every waking and sleeping moment with were that possible, the mare she would gladly share her life with. For now, though, one step at a ti-
“Lyra? Do you want to get married?”