Bonbon shut the door behind herself and sighed.
It had been a long day.
Working a front-facing retail job in any industry was a recipe for misery, but Bonbon had made the regretful decision of choosing a job that also happened to require years of culinary training. She wondered sometimes whether spending the better part of her twenties and her entire future worth of income on student loans had been worthwhile, and seldom came up with any answers. She told herself she liked what she did, but there were only so many fancifully decorative candies you could make in a day before the patterns started to blur together. Even more disheartening was the fact that no matter how hard she tried or how many treats she made, some with the pinnacle of her sugary design effort, the kids and other customers that ate them seldom took more than a few seconds to admire them before wolfing them down. They were just colorful sugar, and the differences in taste didn’t matter much when they went down in handfuls amidst a mix of other, less carefully-crafted treats.
Bonbon pulled a bag of gummi-bears out of her jacket pocket as she hung her coat up in the hallway, the daily bonus of hours alone with unmonitored candy-bins.
At least the job had a few perks.
That said, a daily allowance of chewy, tooth-melting treats was not doing wonders for her physique. Bonbon had put on more than a few pounds since she started at the sweet shop, and it was showing everywhere it counted, making her hips swell out and her breasts yearn for a larger size of bra. She tried to tell herself to cut back when she remembered, but the allure of gummi-anything was usually too strong to resist.
She chewed a handful of the candies as she walked down the hallway. Being away from the smell of sour sugar was always a comfort, even if parts of her apartment did frequently reek of unwashed dishes and equally unwashed clothes, amongst other things. Right now, though, she just wanted to melt away into nothingness. Maybe she could wake up in a world where eight hours of her day wouldn’t be taken up by tooth-rotting monotony.
She made a right turn into the computer room just before her bedroom. No wi-fi at work meant she tried to avoid using her cell-phone’s data whenever possible. There could be piles of unread emails waiting for her – though if there were, they were probably all Facebook notifications. She’d been meaning to unfriend Derpy for a while after waking up to three hundred all-spam messages advertising how many eggs Derpy had found in Farmville.
Bonbon didn’t have to flick on the light; it was already on as she walked into the room. She clucked her tongue as she noticed the computer monitor was on as well. Not any way to cut costs on an already astronomical electric bill. How many times had she told Lyra to turn the computer off when she wasn’t using...
She took pause at the computer screen. Instead of the vacation photo of her and Lyra Bonbon had selected as a desktop background some time ago, a video playing in a browser window took up the whole of the screen, with room on the sides for the profane advertisements playing alongside the content paused halfway through playback.
‘Well hung stallion takes young girl hard’, Bonbon read. She sighed.
She tried not to look at the still-frame the pause bar was frozen on, involving some pieces of anatomy in other pieces of anatomy in a way that she couldn’t imagine could be comfortable. She walked more quickly down the hallway, not storming, though certainly a change from the leisurely pace she’d made her way inside with. The door to the bedroom was open a crack. She pushed it inward and walked inside.
“Lyra, I’ve asked you a thousand times not to–”
Bonbon’s eyes caught up with her mouth halfway through her reprimand. Instead of a Lyra tucked into the covers of their queen-sized bed, or a Lyra getting dressed after a shower, there was a Lyra was lying in the center of the bed, completely naked. Her thin, limber legs were spread wide, and she had both her hands between them, holding onto a length of thick black plastic that could reasonably be mistaken for a long, floppy vaccuum cleaner hose, if not for the flare at the tip and the fake veins along the sides.
Lyra’s eyes flew open as she heard her roommate’s voice. Her pupils shrunk and she froze like a deer in headlights.
Both girls were stared for a moment before time caught up with them.
“Gah!”
Lyra made a noise like a startled chicken and rolled sideways. She caught the blankets with her as she tumbled, eventually reaching the side of the bed and toppling to the floor. The placement of her toy vanished to speculation as she became a ball of squirming nakedness wrapped in luxuriously thick quilts.
Bonbon put her hands on her hips and sighed with a roll of her eyes.
Lyra peeked her head up over the bed. The blankets were wrapped around her torso and head like a hooded cloak. She grinned sheepishly, her cheeks flushed.
“Sorry,” she said, “I kind of lost track of the time. Forgot when you were coming home, heh...”
“You know, it’s not like I wanted to come home and find my girlfriend waiting for me or anything.” Bonbon’s mouth contorted into a scowl as she glared in Lyra’s direction. “Not like after a hard day at work I’d maybe like to check my email and not find horse porn on the computer screen.”
Lyra kept her grin and let it widen into a hopefully more apologetic disarmament. Her cheeks reddened Bonbon’s voice grew sterner..
“Sorry,” she said again. “I forgot...”
“I noticed,” Bonbon said, and sighed, turning to leave.
“Bon, wait–”
“Just finish and get dressed, or whatever. I wanna to take a nap.”
Bonbon didn’t wait for a response. She shut the door harder than necessary.
Lyra sat for a moment in silence. She felt hot under her blankets, left to think about what the best course of action would be to avoid offending Bonbon any further.
The brunt of her sizable black toy hadn’t left her during her tumble. She could feel it inside her, making her feel tingly and hot and full, but not quite full enough.
Well. She’d already messed things up today. May as well finish digging her grave before she attempted to climb out of it.
With her hand held firmly in place between her legs to keep her fake stallion-friend inside, Lyra untangled herself from the blankets and lay back down on the bed. Within a minute her eyes were closed, and her hand was busy with the rhythm she had found before.
She stuck her tongue out as her hand moved, and licked her lips, picturing the regal looking creature that would go along with the feeling of her toy. She came shortly thereafter, and took a moment to compose herself before going to find Bonbon and attempt another apology. Bonbon answered it only with a dismissive deadpan; she could never take Lyra seriously when she still smelled like sweat and silicon friendly lubricant.

The clock read 8:30 as Bonbon woke up from her nap. She’d half expected to shut her eyes for a few hours of sleep and drift off long into the early morning the next day, but eight-thirty wasn’t bad. It gave her the rest of the evening to feel like she wasn’t completely wasting her hours away from work. There was enough time to watch some TV, make dinner, and enjoy it in the company of her girlfriend, whom she tried to remember she was supposed to be mad at.
It was easy to be between states with Lyra. On the one hand, Bonbon had come home more than once in the past few weeks to find evidence of Lyra’s growing fixation, and today had been forced to put her nap off as a result. On the other hand, Lyra was wonderful. Yes, over the past few months she might have developed what Bonbon felt was an unhealthy interest in well-endowed stallions, but she was still the same spunky, cheerful, light-hearted girl Bonbon had fallen in love with months ago. Moving in together had only made Bonbon realize how in love she was, and the first few weeks of their mid-relationship honeymoon had been filled with giggles, naked tickle fights, and more instances of sore tongues and cramped hands than either of them could count.
Now, things were still nice, but there were problems.
Bonbon didn’t think Lyra’s taste in pornography was worrying, necessarily. If Lyra had mentioned her proclivity for equines offhandedly during some pillow talk, or maybe had to explain a browser load or search term autocomplete on occasion, Bonbon wouldn’t have thought twice about it. Bonbon was by no means a puritan; she had her own set of fetishes that she would happily share with Lyra if asked, and had done so on more than one occasion.
What she did not do, however, was inundate her poor, uninterested girlfriend in her fetish every minute of the day. She did not keep tiny horse statues on the window ledges and bedside tables, nor did she have a stuffed horse plushie named Caramel that she kept in the bedroom and brushed occasionally, despite the fact that the horse’s felt lining put it in no need of any sort of mane maintenance. She did not leave open browser windows of young girls being ruined by giant lengths of splotchy horse dick. She did not greet her sweetheart with a foreboding of disinterest in intimacy for the rest of the evening, evidenced by a focus on finishing herself off with a ridiculous looking plastic horse dong.
Lyra did all of these things, and Bonbon felt like she was starting to reach her limit. She wasn’t sure what she’d say if she had to suffer through another of Lyra’s overly-earnest attempts to share her arousal. Not like she hadn’t already endured her fair share of it. She’d thought she might be spared further showings of Lyra’s horse-porn videos after sitting through the first one and making it clear she wasn’t interested, but that wasn’t the case. Lyra was always dragging Bonbon to the computer when she found a new one she felt was particularly good.
“Look at that,” she’d say, her spiky voice sparkling with enthusiasm. “Look how big he is. Isn’t that totally hot?”
Lyra had never picked up on Bonbon’s exasperation, though. Bonbon had considered being more direct, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. It’s hard to tell someone you love that something they’re so passionate about utterly disgusts you. At least now evidence of Lyra’s obsession was becoming a matter of courtesy, so Bonbon had some possible ammunition if things finally reached a breaking point.
Bonbon tried to forget about it for the time being. Finding things to aggravate herself over was a waste of the rest of her evening, and even if Lyra was apparently more interested in her ‘Chance Stallion’ than a romp with her partner, there was still TV to be watched and a nice bed to snuggle up in. Even if Lyra didn’t want to fool around, she still made a good cuddle partner.
In an apologetic fashion, Lyra had offered to do the dishes in short order after dinner. She might have offered to cook if her previous culinary attempts hadn’t all ended in blackened pots and pans and unrecognizable food masses that made the kitchen reek of burning for weeks. Bonbon was content to do the cooking, and she appreciated Lyra’s extra enthusiasm in helping to clean up. She usually did anyway, but the fact that she had jumped to it so readily showed she was at least a little sorry.
Bonbon fell into bed with a sigh. She quickly burrowed under the covers and nestled herself into her side of the bed, closing her eyes and breathing slowly as her head hit the stack of cushy pillows. She’d only been awake for an hour or two after her nap and already felt tired.
She enjoyed the relative silence of the bedroom for a moment before the quiet creaking of the door drew her attention. She pried herself into consciousness to catch sight of Lyra grinning at her, tip-toeing across the carpeted floor and sliding into her side of the bed. Bonbon smiled and shut her eyes as Lyra’s body made the mattress dip slightly in the other direction.
Lyra snuggled up to Bonbon without speaking, and Bonbon’s hands found their way around Lyra’s waist as Lyra’s did the same to her. Bonbon shivered a little as Lyra’s fingers, still wet from dish-water, touched the small of her back, but she settled after a moment and pulled Lyra closer, basking in the warmth of her lover’s body as Lyra nestled her head into Bonbon’s ample chest. There was more than enough cushioning to make for a comfortable pillow, as was the case with the rest of Bonbon’s body. Where Lyra was slender and tall, Bonbon was the opposite, though neither of the two so far in one direction that they looked like the absolute epitomizations of their body types. Bonbon was pudgy but not obese, or maybe not even fat depending on how much she sucked in. Her stomach had a bit of a bulge to it and love handles to go along, and she could told herself once a week she could stand to take up jogging again to help trim some inches off her thighs, but she never listened to herself; gummi-worms were more accommodating than the unpleasant hardness of the pavement underfoot.
As a result of her pudginess, Bonbon’s build was accentuated in other places as well. Her breasts more than filled up the selection of bras she’d bought years ago and had been meaning to replace for a while, and the roundness of her butt made every load of laundry a potential hazard to her wardrobe after her jeans were threatened with the shrinking potential of the dryer. Still, Lyra was adamant that she loved Bonbon’s curves, and before she had gotten a job at the candy store she had solicited more than a few regular visitors at the diner she had worked at. Luckily she was in an apron and far behind the counter most of the time these days, so leering men ogling her shapeliness were less of a problem. She always had the guaranteed let down of Lyra’s presence if it came to that, of course.
Lyra wasn’t Bonbon’s polar opposite, but she was certainly a good deal more elongated. ‘Lithe’ was the word Bonbon had used to describe her before, and Lyra had protested, saying that word was for slinking jungle cats and scrawny gazelles. Lyra would argue that she still had some meat on her bones and grab a tiny handful of stomach flab as evidence, which usually prompted a set of giggles from Bonbon, followed by naked tummy kisses and the subsequent removal of clothing. Lyra didn’t have as much to hide under her shirt as Bonbon; she was blessed, or cursed, depending on your stance, with a runner’s chest. She did jog as a result of nature’s suggestion in her physiology, but not enough that she didn’t lament not having a more substantial set of eye-candy to match Bonbon’s. Her butt wasn’t quite as scrawny as the rest of her, but she still eyed big-bottomed girls with envy when she was out, or with something else when she was at home and had Bonbon’s sizable derriere in her hands.
In a way, Bonbon thought their differences made them fit together better, like two halves of a distinct whole.
Bonbon let herself reach a half-dozing state for a while, curled up with Lyra against her chest. She loved the feeling of Lyra’s slender fingers on the small of her back just above her jeans, and how Lyra would trace circles on her skin as though she was writing hieroglyphics only the two of them could understand. Bonbon had never asked for the translation, but she could feel the meaning of the gesture as it changed. Soft, tender lines meant ‘This is nice, let’s stay here for a while.’ The curves that Bonbon guessed were a heart meant ‘I love you.’ And when Lyra’s fingers drifted below Bonbon’s waist and into the back of her jeans, that meant ‘Take off your pants.’
Lyra’s fingers danced near the top of Bonbon’s pants for a moment, but skirted away after a few seconds as though Lyra had remembered something suddenly. Bonbon opened her eyes as she felt Lyra’s palm flatten against her skin. Lyra smiled at her with slightly reddened cheeks, and Bonbon smiled back.
“Your shirt’s all wet from the dishes,” Bonbon said, taking the edge of Lyra’s t-shirt between her fingers and pinching it to demonstrate the discolouration the soapy water had left. Lyra looked at it and gave a tiny shrug.
“Yeah, I guess it is. Is it bothering you?”
Lyra and Bonbon’s voices were as different as their bodies were: Bonbon’s was thick and well-rounded like a mother or a rubenesque seductress, and Lyra’s was sharp and tomboyish, with a hint of a laugh or planned mischief in every syllable.
Bonbon grinned and slid her hand down Lyra’s side, feeling the softness of her t-shirt disappear into even softer skin where Lyra’s midriff was exposed.
“No, but I think you should take it off anyway.”
Lyra smiled softly. She pulled herself back a bit and tucked her hands underneath her t-shirt, then yanked the entire thing off with a single motion. To Bonbon’s delight, Lyra’s perky tits stood out plain, bare in the absence of her bra. Lyra blushed a little and moved to nestle herself back against Bonbon’s chest, but Bonbon’s hand met Lyra’s shoulder and pushed her back.
“Mmn-mhm. You stay right there. In fact, lie down a little.”
Lyra did as directed, letting Bonbon turn her onto her back with a touch on the shoulder.
Bonbon could feel the stiffness in Lyra’s muscles.Without speaking a word further, Bonbon slowly withdrew her hand from Lyra’s shoulder and let her lie back on the bed. Lyra drew in a long, slow breath as Bonbon kneeled on the bed next to her, drinking in the sight of Lyra’s naked chest with her eyes like it was water after a long day of thirst. Lyra tensed as she felt Bonbon’s hand again, this time on her stomach, tracing tender circles around her bellybutton and up along her ribcage. She sucked in a deep breath as Bonbon’s fingers reached the underside of her breasts, and let it out as Bonbon’s hand descended again, returning to her stomach.
“You’re cute,” Bonbon said as she moved her hand up again. Lyra grinned at her bashfully and drew another breath as Bonbon’s fingers touched the bottom of her right breast.
Bonbon kept going this time. She didn’t want to tease. Her entire hand wrapped around one of Lyra’s tits, and her other joined it on the opposite side of Lyra’s chest, grabbing both small handfuls and squeezing them softly.
Lyra sucked in air through her teeth and closed her eyes. Bonbon could feel Lyra’s body arching to meet her touch underneath her fingers. She could feel the eagerness in Lyra’s hip movements and tiny wiggles as Bonbon kneaded and caressed her breasts. It was enough to make Bonbon similarly breathless, knowing she was turning Lyra on so much from just a touch. It made her want to do much more than just touch.
Bonbon paused and withdrew her touch abruptly, prompting Lyra to open her eyes as she wondered the soft hands on her chest had gone. Bonbon was there, kneeling over her when her eyes opened, and Lyra smiled as Bonbon leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the nose.
“I could spend all night touching you like this,” Bonbon said with a smirk, and Lyra blushed and bit her lower lip at the suggestion. “...but I’ve been wanting to get home and see you all day. I really need to just get dirty for a bit, if that’s okay with you.”
Lyra nodded enthusiastically, her mouth still frozen in an embarrassed smile.
Bonbon grinned at her.
“I’m glad. We can take our time later, and I promise I’ll get you as turned on as you want, but right now I just need to fuck...”
Lyra let out a soft moan at Bonbon’s emphatic profanity, and craned her head towards Bonbon, her lips pursed in search of a kiss. Bonbon met Lyra’s mouth in the same fashion, and they kissed, hard, and Lyra moaned again and writhed against the bedsheets as Bonbon felt the fire of the embrace spreading through the rest of her body.
Bonbon broke the kiss after a few seconds, leaving Lyra with her neck still craned forward, her eyes glazed over.
“Pants, off,” she said. Lyra nodded feverishly through the haze of her arousal.
Bonbon jumped up from the bed as Lyra undressed. She made her way to the chest of drawers in the corner of the bedroom and kneeled.She rifled around in the lowest drawer for a moment before finding what she was looking for. She took the object she had unearthed and set it on the floor as she stood up, then pulled off her t-shirt and tossed it to the floor. Her bra came shortly thereafter with a behind the back pinch of her fingers, and her breasts jiggled as they sprung free and settled on her chest. Her jeans followed shortly thereafter. She slid them off with a practiced salaciousness, bending forward and giving Lyra a good view of her ample backside. She grinned as she heard a soft moan behind imagining Lyra blushing at the sight of her curvaceous booty.
Bonbon turned to Lyra with a smile on her face.
“I want you on your hands and knees. Now.”
“Okay...” Lyra managed to speak again, but the word she found sounded timid and docile. Bonbon wasn’t in the habit of being so direct unless she really wanted something, and if that was the case it meant that Lyra was in for quite a treat if she behaved well.
“Looking that way,” Bonbon said, pointing to the wall. Lyra nodded and averted her eyes toward the curtains on the bedroom window instead of the sexy, well-shaped naked body a foot away from her.
She couldn’t see, but she heard the snap of clasps to her right, and the sound of something jingling slightly thereafter.
“Move forward a little,” Bonbon said, suddenly behind her. Lyra nodded wordlessly and complied. She shuffled forward on her hands and knees, still keeping her eyes away from the weight she could feel on the mattress as Bonbon climbed up onto the bed.
“Head down,” Bonbon said again. Lyra whimpered. She was already wet, and Bonbon’s commanding tone was only pushing her further towards becoming a whimpering, needy mess.
Lyra gasped as she felt Bonbon’s fingers suddenly on her hips, and the firm, abrupt imposition of a smooth object poking at her from behind. She clenched instinctively as the head poked at her opening, but relaxed as she felt Bonbon’s weight shift with the object, matching it one for one in conjoinment.
“You are soaked,” Bonbon said mostly to herself with an incredulous giggle in her voice. Lyra moaned and buried her head in the sheets, readying herself for Bonbon’s entry.
Bonbon gave herself a few seconds to slick up the tip of her strap-on before she slid forward. Lyra’s folds parted for her without hesitation, and after a single thrust she was buried deep, her artificial phallus wrapped around by Lyra’s eager slit. Bonbon let out her first tiny noise of pleasure as the vibrating plate on her clit pressed down extra hard with the force of Lyra’s hips moving back to meet her own.
She waited only a few seconds before pulling out and slamming back home. She was in no mood to be gentle.
Lyra let out a tiny whimper of anguished pleasure as Bonbon thrust inside her again, and she kept a low murmur as Bonbon picked up her thrusting with a regular movement, pounding her plastic shaft into Lyra’s pussy with a methodical slap, slap, slap.
Lyra was always the louder one. She moaned loudly and bit down on a mouthful of pillowcase for a few seconds before pulling it out of her mouth, the fabric covered in saliva.
“Oh, Bon, that feels so good,” she moaned, her words slurred from her normal impish tone by the sway of her body’s response to Bonbon’s pounding.
Bonbon grinned behind her.
“Oh... does it?...” Bonbon’s rhetoric was interrupted by her own panting. Unfortunately, her jogging avoidance and lunchtime sour candies meant such vigorous thrusting was a little taxing.
She had only been going for a few minutes and already she felt in need of a break.
Bonbon paused and pulled Lyra back towards her, grabbing the best handfuls she could of Lyra’s waist and dragging her onto the significant length of strap on half-way inside her. Lyra groaned and let herself be moved, though she stayed still as the whole of Bonbon’s length lodged inside her.
“You move... for a bit...” Bonbon managed between breaths. She lifted one of her hands to wipe the sweat away from her forehead.
Lyra looked back and nodded before she complied, and immediately began fucking herself on Bonbon’s strap on, pressing her lightly-toned butt into the plastic of the vibrating plate and smooshing the tiny motor up against Bonbon’s clit, eliciting a series of soft grunts as she continued.
“Does that... feel good too?” Bonbon asked, gathering the throes of her stamina as her breathing returned to a somewhat regular pace, now only disrupted by the pleasure of Lyra’s grinding and the humming on her love-button.
“Ohhh, yes, so good...” Lyra moaned as she moved.
“Do you like having my dick inside you?” Bonbon asked, playing into the mood of her previous directions. She’d never thought about having a dick for real before, let alone one this size, but sometimes pretending made her feel good.
“Yes, yes,” Lyra said between her backwards thrusts. She held herself up with one hand, her other one having found its way between her legs to rub frantically at her own clit as she rode Bonbon with every movement of her hips. “It feels like... it feels like...”
Bonbon’s eyebrows piqued in curiosity, though it went unseen to Lyra, whose eyes were closed in overwhelming pleasure. “Like?” she asked, the domineering bite still in her speech.
“It feels like I’m riding a big stallion and getting myself off on his giant dick...” Lyra finished, moaning out the last word as her hand worked faster on her clit.
What little movement had been in Bonbon’s hips stopped. She froze in place, though Lyra’s movement kept on.
Bonbon’s mouth curled down at the edges.
“Bon, please, can you... can you pull my hair, please, with your hand right behind my neck?”
Bonbon’s eyebrows were still hunched a little, but she hadn’t completely abandoned the pretense of what she’d started. Besides which, Lyra’s ass pressing up against her vibrating clit still felt good, and it was hard to say no to the writhing, slender frame riding her artificial cock. She could let one comment slide, for now.
She reached forward and took a handful of Lyra’s short, mint-green hair, suddenly aware that she was taking direction, rather than giving it.
“Lean forward a little too? I wanna feel you hunched over me, please...”
Bonbon complied to that with hesitance as well, though the logistics of her height made things a little difficult. She managed to get herself mostly arched over Lyra’s back, her face only inches away from the side of Lyra’s head as it jostled back and forth with her thrusting.
“Oh, yes, just like that, it feels like you’re propped up over me in your stable and I can’t move away...”
Bonbon’s faced soured further. She had to say something, surely? Or else she’d be forced to stay her protest forever forward again, knowing she had kept silent when Lyra had let relatively normal sex slip into the realm of her fetish again.
“Lyra...” Bonbon started, her tone gone from cruel and commanding to agitated and teetering on the edge of upset.
Lyra turned her head back with an oblivious expression, her hand a blur between her legs.
“Bon,” she said breathlessly, “I’m really close. Do you think you could... could you...”
“What?” Bonbon asked, guessing she might as well let Lyra enjoy herself before she brought up the topic of what was sure to be an uncomfortable discussion.
“Could you... whinny for me? Just, like, right into my ear, kind of low-sounding?”
That was it. Bonbon lifted herself upright and pushed Lyra forward at the same time she pulled back. Lyra’s body toppled to the side as Bonbon stood up off the bed. The black length of her strap-on shone in the dim light of the bedroom, dripping with Lyra’s arousal.
“For fucks’ sake Lyra. Can’t we have one night together where you don’t bring fucking horses into things?”
Lyra’s face was a mixture of emotions. Her hand was still between her legs as she collected herself from her sprawled out thrown-forward position, but she quickly withdrew it and tried to deal with coming down from the so-close proximity of her orgasm. Bonbon’s words sunk into her ears slowly, and her eyes widened as though she suddenly realized she had said something regrettable in the throes of passion.
“Oh...” she said quietly, all at once aware of where her body’s all consuming lust had taken her. “I’m sorry...”
“Bullshit you are. Every day it’s the same shit with you. If it’s not coming home to you leaving horse porn on the computer it’s walking in the door to find you going to town with that disgusting fucking pony dong. That would be bad enough, but now we can’t even fuck without you wanting me to act like I’m a horse. I thought you liked me, Lyra? I’m a human girl, not a horse.”
Lyra’s eyes had begun to fill with tears before Bonbon was finished, and by the last word she was teetering on the edge of full-blown crying, her face scrunched up in a pathetic look of utter misery.
Bonbon saw the sparkling in Lyra’s irises and the look on her face and realized she had gone maybe a bit too far. She hadn’t meant to lash out so strongly, but the weeks and weeks of collected offenses had blended together into a singular ball of hate, and the interruption of an otherwise enjoyable intimate session together had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now she was seething with rage, but aware that if she kept going she might not only make Lyra cry, but possibly hurt her so badly she might never see her again.
Bonbon closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She opened her eyes and raised her hands into the air beside her face, then slowly lowered them to her sides. She went to work at once on the clasp of her strap-on and undid it in short order, letting the harness and vibrating plate fall to the floor, whereupon she reached down and turned the vibrator off.
“Look,” she started with an exasperated sigh, “just forget about it, okay? Let’s just... I’m not in the mood anymore, obviously, so let’s just go to bed.” She made her way to the side of the bed with her eyes on the wall the whole time, not wanting to look Lyra in the face. She didn’t want to see her sad, even if the sadness might have been appropriately warranted.
Bonbon had no sooner crawled under the strewn-about covers than she felt the weight on the opposite side of the mattress disappear. Lyra had sprung to her feet and was dressing herself like she was getting ready to flee from a burning building. Bonbon caught a glimpse of her face and saw tears streaming down her cheeks. She mentally kicked herself and tried to get up before Lyra could make her way out the door.
“Lyra–” she started, but was cut off before she could manage another word.
“It’s fine,” Lyra said through the quivering wail that was her voice, showing that in fact, everything was not fine. “I’m just gonna... just gonna go for a walk or something. You g-get some s-sleep, okay?”
“Lyra...” Bonbon could say only her lover’s name again before Lyra was gone, turning from a fast walk into a dash to the door, bursting into full-blown sobbing as she ran out of the room. Bonbon sat with her hand outstretched until she heard the front door slam. She let her fingers fall to the bed as she leaned back against her pillow and sighed.
She had been too harsh. She could tell the instant the words had left her mouth. No matter how frustrated she might have been with Lyra’s constant emphasis on equine anatomy and its inclusion in their relationship, she shouldn’t have blown up like that. Really, what she should have done was to talk about it the first time instead of letting it build up into a bundle of frustrated rage inside her chest. But she hadn’t, and now, here she was.
The bed seemed much less comfortable without Lyra there. Bonbon considered getting up and chasing her, but for all she knew, with the speed of Lyra’s jogging, she could already be a mile away. She was too tired to go hunting for a sprig of green-hair in the evening darkness.
She could save her apology till morning. For now, the bed was there, and she’d been fighting off a further onset of unconsciousness since she woke up from her nap. Yelling, as it turned out, was exhausting. So, with hesitant preparations of apologies ambling through her head, Bonbon fell against her pillows and drifted to sleep.

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Chapter 2
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When Bonbon awoke the next morning Lyra was still nowhere to be seen. She’d expected to wake up to the other side of the bed full of a slender tomboyish frame, and have time to give morning kisses and whisper a ‘sorry’ before she took off for work, saving her proper apology for later. But, as the sun crested just barely through the nearby window and multi coloured curtains, Bonbon was alone in the bed. Her clock told her it was time to go to work.
She grabbed her phone and flipped it open as she tucked herself into her t-shirt, hoping to see an indicator flashing showing her a text or voicemail from Lyra. No such luck; only a light telling her that her battery needed charging. She rolled her eyes and scrolled to her contacts list. She picked Lyra’s name from the place where she had pinned it at the top and began to compose a message with her touchscreen keyboard. She managed to start her second sentence before the angry symbol of a red, empty battery outline flashed across her screen with a black background, showing that her phone was shutting off.
Damn it. She glanced at the clock again. There was no time to charge her phone before work unless she wanted to be horribly late. Come to think of it, she didn’t even know where her charger was.
With no other options to pursue, Bonbon grabbed her jacket from the closet and made her way down the hall, only able to hope that Lyra would be waiting for her when she got home.

It was another long day at work. It seemed like no matter how many taffy-pulls Bonbon did or how many candy-apples she dipped, there were always more to do, and she never felt as though the motion would become second nature. She had seen videos of expert candy-makers weaving delicate patterns of spun sugar in an instant, things it would take her hours to do. She didn’t know if she’d ever be as good as the sweet-smiths of legend, but she certainly didn’t feel like it. Right now she just felt sore, and tired, and in dire need of another lengthy snooze in her big comfy bed.
But that would have to wait. After a day of thinking and potential conclusions, Bonbon had come to a decision, and she had one stop to make before heading home. She still hoped that Lyra would be there when she arrived. She wasn’t sure what she’d do if that wasn’t the case, but it would be a little frustrating if her trip proved to be in vain. For now, she’d just have to hope for the best.
The destination was a decent ways away. Bonbon turned on her car stereo with the mix-cd Lyra had made her months prior. Her speakers warmed up for a moment, and she turned up the volume as the CD spun up its first track.
Sunshine, lollipops, rainbows, everything that’s–
Bonbon’s hand slammed on the off button. She made the rest of the drive in silence.

Part of her wanted to call out ‘I’m home’ as she opened the door, perhaps in the vain hope that there would be a lithe frame and cheshire grin waiting for her with a hug and kisses, but she restrained herself. Even if Lyra was there, the mood of the conversation they were likely to have was more than a stone’s throw away from ‘jovially returning home to a doting wife’. Secretly, Bonbon had always wished that one day Lyra would greet her with a poofy updo and dress right out of the fifties, taking her coat and telling her dinner was on the table. She’d abandoned that hope after tasting Lyra’s first attempt at cooking. Still, maybe there was something they could work out, if Bonbon’s idea panned out.
Bonbon breathed a sigh of relief as she took off her shoes in the doorway. Lyra’s lime-green sneakers were there, with the flat-top laces that looked like they belonged on skate-shoes instead of someone who worked in an office and lab intermittently. Lyra got away with surprisingly casual attire considering her profession. To be fair, the majority of her work was research. Lyra, despite her giggly-demeanour and relative laziness, had managed to land a job working on prosthetic development for disabled individuals, and as a result spent her work-hours in labs working on limb stress tests and articulation diagrams. Most of it was beyond Bonbon, but it made her feel warm and fuzzy inside to know that her girlfriend was helping people, and, as a result, helping make the world a better place. She also enjoyed the fact that living with Lyra meant finances weren’t as much of a worry as when she’d been forced to foot all of her own bills on a waitress’s salary, but that wasn’t something it was polite not to broach most of the time.
Purely on instinct, Bonbon headed to the bedroom after hanging up her coat. She pried the door open with a soft touch, keeping the obligatory creaking as quiet as possible. The view of her bedroom sprawled open in front of her, the last trickles of sunlight leaking in through the window and spreading out over the soft black blankets on the bed. Bonbon took in the sight of the room. Her last night’s clothes were still there, lying in a heap on the floor. The strap-on she had neglected to put away properly was at the foot of the bed. Caramel, Lyra’s stuffed horsey, was suspiciously missing.
And Lyra was there, snoring softly with her eyes shut tight. Every time she exhaled, she made a soft ‘phew’ noise and blew a tuft of her hair up. With as much care for her footsteps as possible, Bonbon made her way to Lyra’s side of the bed. She sat down on the mattress and felt it curve with her weight. Still, Lyra slept, lost in whatever dreams lay behind her eyelids.
Bonbon prodded Lyra’s shoulder with her palm, giving her a light shake. It was enough to rouse Lyra from sleep, albeit groggily. Her eyes fluttered as she returned to wakefulness with the uneasy hesitation of someone who does not quite remember where they are or what time it is.
“Hey,” Bonbon said, giving Lyra’s shoulder a rub. “Glad you’re back.”
Lyra sat up quicker than seemed necessary. She was still wearing the t-shirt she had run out with the day previous, and her hair was disheveled from what look like a night of tossing and turning. A tiny dribble of saliva was dried on the side of her cheek.
“Hey,” Lyra said, her voice immediately thick with apology. “I’m sorry I ran out like that last night. I didn’t mean to get so upset...”
“Don’t worry about it,” Bonbon said. “It’s–”
“And I’m so sorry about... what happened. I didn’t realize until you said it, how much I’d been...”
“Lyra–”
“I mean, I’ve been really inconsiderate. I know the whole, horse, thing, I mean, you’re not really into it, and I should have realized that...”
“Lyra–”
“And I can’t believe I tried to force it on you when we were being... when we were... I’m just really sorry, and I’m sorry I got so upset, and I hope you can forgive me–”
“Lyra.” Bonbon placed her hand on Lyra’s mouth, stemming the tide of the ever-flowing apology. Lyra’s eyes had already begun to grow misty with the remembrance of her tears, and she looked up at Bonbon wide-eyed with sparkles that glimmered in the bedroom light.
“It’s okay,” Bonbon said. She put her left hand on Lyra’s shoulder and began to rub, massaging her fingertips into Lyra’s skin. “I know you’re sorry, and it’s okay. And you don’t need to apologize that much. If anything, I’m the one who owes you an apology...”
“But I understand why you got mad! I was so selfish and obsessive and you probably think I’m gross–”
Bonbon hushed Lyra with her hand again.
“Shush. I don’t think you’re gross. Weird, maybe, and possibly a little too horny for your own good if you can find time for that much porn, but not gross.”
Lyra smiled behind Bonbon’s hand. A trickle of tears made their way out of the corner of her eye.
“You sure?” she asked with an unsteady voice.
“Super sure. Like I said, I’m the one who should feel bad. No matter how I feel about your... thing... I shouldn’t have blown up at you like that. That was really awful of me, and I’m sorry, and hope you can forgive me.”
“Of course I can.”
Lyra nodded emphatically and opened her arms for a hug immediately. Bonbon returned the gesture, and the two of them embraced, squeezing each other tight. Bonbon heard Lyra sniffle into her ear as she wrapped her arms around Lyra’s back. The effect was to make her hug harder, hopefully without squeezing too many of Lyra’s tears out. A few drops came, but nothing so much that Bonbon could feel the dampness on her shoulder. She hugged, and Lyra hugged back, and the two of them held each other for a moment before pulling apart.
“I’m glad you’re home. I was worried when I woke up this morning and you weren’t here.”
Lyra sniffed and wiped her hand across her cheek, drying away the small trail of water that had managed to escape. “Yeah,” she said, “I took the day off work. I came back around ten this morning and slept pretty much all day.”
“What were you doing all night?”
“Just... walking.”
Bonbon smiled softly and gave Lyra a peck on the cheek. She tasted a tiny tinge of salt against her lips, and Lyra gave a small giggle at the tickle of Bonbon’s smooch.
“Well, I hope you’re rested up, because I’m exhausted. You can catch some more sleep with me if you’re still feeling tired.” Bonbon circled around Lyra’s back and fell sideways onto the bed, curling towards Lyra as she snuck under the covers. Lyra joined her and wrapped her feet around Bonbon’s as she circled herself in blankets. The two of them wiggled close together and wrapped their arms behind each others’ backs, basking in the warmth of the sheets and their own bodies.
“I could snooze for a few more hours, sure. It’s the weekend now though, so there’s plenty of time for that in the next few days.”
Bonbon opened her eyes and grinned. She lifted her hand to the side of Lyra’s face and ran her fingers along Lyra’s slender cheekbones, then lifted the tip of her finger up past Lyra’s ear and toward her spiky head of hair, which she ran her hand over like she was petting a puppy. Lyra made a soft ‘mhm’ sound and nuzzled her head toward Bonbon’s touch.
“Actually,” Bonbon said, still petting Lyra’s head, “I had some plans for the weekend, if you’re up for it.”
“Oh?” Lyra asked, nuzzling softly against Bonbon’s hand.
“Mhm-hmm. I need to talk it over with you, actually, so I can call and confirm if you’re okay with the whole thing.”
“What did you have planned?” Lyra sat up a little in the bed, leaning against her pillows and the headboard as a back-rest.
“Well...”

“How far away is this place?”
Lyra’s voice was just barely audible above the volume of Bonbon’s car stereo, so she reached towards the volume knob and lowered the indicator from twenty-two to eight, letting the chorus of soft guitar indie rock dim into the background.
“Pretty far,” Bonbon said above the now evident noise of the wind blowing through her slightly open window. “It took me about an hour in either direction when I went yesterday.”
“Did you really have to go all the way up just to... you couldn’t have just phoned?”
“Not for something like this, I don’t think. They prefer to discuss it in person.”
The car passed a sign with an unreadable number at the bottom and equally suspicious text at the top. Bonbon wouldn’t have known if she hadn’t stopped yesterday to ask for directions that the words on top read “Finest Equestrian Stables”.
Bonbon turned the wheel and pulled into the long dirt driveway leading up to the farm. There was parking around the side, if she remembered correctly.
Bonbon seemed nonchalant in the driver’s seat, but Lyra was anxious beside her, squirming and fidgeting as she watched the scenery vanish as they drove past. Several low-hanging apple trees burdened with fruit and a long fence with animals milling about behind. To one side, pens with cows and other livestock. On the other side... Lyra’s eyes widened.
Horses. At least ten of them, prancing about in the grass. One or two stood lazily, flicking their tails at nothing in particular and munching on a mouthful of greens, but the rest were mobile, ambling about with each other in pairs or threes and moving like brilliant, graceful brown markers in a sea of blue horizon and mountains in the distance. Lyra’s mouth opened wide with her eyes for a second before she remembered to shut compose herself.
“Are you sure you want to do this? You really don’t have to... I mean, if you don’t want to.”
“It’s fine,” Bonbon said. She gave a pat to Lyra’s knee as she turned the wheel with her other hand, finding a makeshift parking spot for the car beside a likely looking red painted barn. “I already explained; I need to give some kind of proper apology, and this was the best way I could think of.”
“But you–”
Bonbon pushed open her car-door and let herself out as Lyra was mid-sentence, interrupting whatever objection her girlfriend had planned. She made her way to the other side of the car and opened Lyra’s door for her, grinning as Lyra stared at her, still too overwhelmed by the reality of their visit to fully comprehend where she was.
“Besides,” Bonbon went on, extending her hand to Lyra, which she took with only a slight hesitation. “This might just be a chance for you to get it all out of your system. Maybe once you have the real thing you won’t be so fixated on it going forward.”
Lyra bit her lip like she desperately wanted to object, but kept her mouth shut.
Bonbon knew full well that wasn’t how the psychology of obsession worked, but she needed to give herself at least something to believe that what she was doing was the step towards a better, more stable relationship.
‘Stable’ might not be the best word choice though.
Bonbon lead Lyra out of the car and shut the door behind her, locking it with a beep from her keychain.
“Do I have to go in and meet him, or...?”
Bonbon shook her head, smiling in spite of herself.
“No, it’s okay. I already talked to him yesterday, so he knows we’re coming. I phoned again before we came; he said just show up any time and let him know when we’re done. Payment’s already been sorted out.”
“Payment...?” Lyra asked, still seemingly a dumbstruck at the full weight of what she was preparing herself to experience.
Bonbon nodded.
“What; you didn’t think an afternoon with a breeding stallion of this caliber came free, did you?”
Jokes. It was easier to make jokes than to think about what she was about to do. Or, rather, what she was about to help Lyra do.
Lyra seemed unsure herself. Bonbon could feel Lyra’s hand shaking as she lead her around the corner of the barn to the stables. Bonbon had gotten a good look at them the day previous. The old man who owned the farm had assumed the introduction was necessary, and had given her a very detailed run-down on the layout, logistics, and preparations that would be involved if she decided to visit. Bonbon had stressed repeatedly that she was inquiring for someone other than herself, but the old man had paid her no attention, persisting in his explanation as though Bonbon was the one who’d be giving the man’s prize stallion her... attention.
There was a special stall at the very end where Big Steel was waiting for them. The farm’s prize ‘breeding’ stallion, according to the man. Bonbon clenched her teeth even at the name. It was only a matter of time before the gravity of the situation caught up with her; she just hoped she could be far enough gone by that point that a retreat would be unfeasible.
Lyra’s eyes wandered as she walked with Bonbon to the end of the stables. She glanced in each holding area, taking in the sight of every horse therein. Some were empty, filled only with hay and feeding troughs, but others were occupied with regal looking horses, standing so big and tall Lyra looked surprised that they were there at all. They looked too big to be ridden. Bonbon supposed they might be there for another reason, but held her tongue as she led Lyra closer to their final destination.
After what felt like an eternity of crunching hay underfoot, the two girls reached the pen. And there he was; Big Steel, a horse of no uncertain majesty. His stall was special, as Bonbon had been educated. A bar at the far end, the perfect height for leaning, or leverage. A special harness around Big Steel’s chest with ropes hanging above so that he could be yanked back if he became unruly. And Big Steel himself, different from the other stallions in one very particular aspect–
“Oh my gosh... is he? That...?”
Bonbon nodded with a grimace.
Big Steel, unlike the other stallions, was very noticeably a stallion, a fact which he seemed to display proudly. While the other horses had either been geldings or race-stallions with enough animalistic dignity to hide evidence of their manhood, Big Steel’s member was in full display for any passerby to see. Even limp, it swung a good distance below his knees, his bulbous head almost dragging on the ground and threatening to pick up errant strands of hay as he walked through them. Bonbon tried to avoid looking directly at it, but Lyra stared, transfixed at the giant thing only feet away for her admiration. Big Steel saw Lyra looking and looked up at her as if acknowledging her presence. As Lyra watched, his unit rose slightly and twitched before returning to it’s long, flaccid state.
Lyra made a tiny squeaking noise and clutched her hand to Bonbon’s shoulder. Bonbon sighed, and tried to remind herself why she was here in the first place.
For Lyra, she said in her head, and turned to Lyra with a grim determination in her eyes.
“Well, that’s him. The guy who owns the place said he’s really gentle, so don’t be afraid of introducing yourself. He also said there’s not really any right way to do things, though if you go for too long he might get a bit irritable, or just not able to... uh... get it up, after a while. He also said he gets ornery if you don’t let him... finish... but I don’t think that will be a... problem... right?”
Lyra looked like a kid on Christmas morning who had just opened the present they’d been waiting for all year. She stammered wordlessly for a moment as though she was struggling to put into words the thoughts that were rushing through her head. She turned to Bonbon after a moment, her eyes gleaming with unabashed excitement.
“You’re... you’re sure about this?”
Bonbon tried to shrug as nonchalantly as possible. While part of her wanted desperately to run back to the car and leave Lyra to whatever it was she’d been pining over for the past few months, she knew that if she wanted to apologize properly, and show Lyra she was okay with her fetish, as well as with her as a person, she needed to stay. She also needed to make sure that now, and forever foreword, Lyra could no longer claim Bonbon was being unreasonable in her requests to keep the horse-fucking in Lyra’s fantasies and out of their special time together.
She sighed as a summation of the thoughts in her head and nodded with a grim smile.
The force of Lyra’s hug knocked the wind out of her. Bonbon let out a small ‘oof’ as Lyra pulled her into a full-on embrace, clinging to her with a force like a giddy child thanking their mom for the toy they’d been begging for at the store all day.
“Thank you!” Lyra said, loud and exuberant. “Thank you thank you thank you!”
Bonbon managed to breathe again after the fourth thank you, and she returned the hug with a soft pat on Lyra’s back before she pried herself free of Lyra’s arms. “Don’t mention it,” she said, meaning it in more a literal fashion than a figurative one.
Lyra held her hands to her chest and squealed in delight like a highschool girl asked to prom, but could only keep her attention on Bonbon for a moment. She turned almost immediately from her hug to the object of her soon to be affection; Big Steel, who was milling about his stall with a dreamy look on his eyes, not in particular worry about anything.
Lyra eyed the length of his gargantuan shaft as he dragged it along with him. Her mouth hung open as Big Steel turned around in his pen and made his way back to his water trough, taking several long licks. His body swayed as he lapped up the refreshing liquid, and Lyra stared at his flaccid member the whole time. A tiny bit of drool made its way out of the corner of her mouth, but she caught it with her tongue.
Bonbon stared on in relative disdain, wondering what on earth she’d gotten herself into.
“Um... Bon?” Lyra asked, turning to her girlfriend suddenly. Bonbon hadn’t expected to hear her name until Lyra was done, but she turned with as much attention as she could muster given her brain’s screaming desire to remove her from the situation.
“Mhm?”
“Can you... I don’t wanna get naked by myself. It’ll feel weird. You don’t have to do anything, but... could you take off your clothes with me?”
Bonbon held back a sigh. Every iota of her was screaming that she wanted to be anywhere other than here, and the situation was only growing worse by the minute. Still, it had been her idea in the first place, and she was here now, so there was no sense in backtracking on something she was already invested in. She nodded, and Lyra beamed even wider than she had been before.
Lyra was quicker to undress, tossing her socks and shoes to the side as Bonbon was just undoing her jeans. To Bonbon’s great delight, she still noticed Lyra’s eyes on her body as she removed her clothes. It felt nice to know that, even in the vicinity of Lyra’s most fixational fantasy, she still had something Lyra liked and couldn’t get anywhere else.
“You’re look gorgeous,” Lyra said, and the tremble in her voice showed that she meant it.
To Bonbon’s surprise, she felt herself blushing, with a tinge of rosy hue that went through her whole body instead of just her cheeks. She slipped her socks off and tucked them into her shoes before standing up.
“Thanks, hun. You look really good too–”
Bonbon couldn’t get the last word out before her lips were occupied elsewhere. Lyra appeared next to her out of nowhere and leaned in for a kiss. Bonbon felt the mild chill of the open air vanish as Lyra’s naked body pressed up against her. Bonbon closed her eyes as Lyra kissed her more insistently. Lyra pressed her whole body forward and and pulled Bonbon close, squeezing her perky tits against Bonbon’s more sizable melons. Despite herself, Bonbon let out a soft moan into Lyra’s mouth, and Lyra returned it, snaking her tongue between Bonbon’s lips and letting it dance with its partner. Lyra’s hands roamed as she kissed, and they found Bonbon’s ass, each one grabbing a cheek and squeezing, rubbing, pulling Bonbon closer still, pressing her nipples against Bonbon’s and making Bonbon moan louder. Lyra too. The kiss went on, still unbroken, and Bonbon could feel herself salivating with a sudden hunger for Lyra that had arisen out of nowhere, in complete contrast to the relative disgust she’d felt a moment ago.
Lyra broke the kiss as suddenly as it had started. To Bonbon’s great embarrassment, a trickle of spit escaped from her mouth as Lyra’s lips left hers, and the watery saliva leaked down onto her neck just above and between her breasts. She blushed, and held a hand over the trail to cover it up.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” Bonbon said, wiping away her spit and looking at Lyra with her cheeks flushed. Lyra grinned, slightly red herself, though from what seemed more arousal than embarrassment.
“I can’t help it. You just look so good right now.”
Bonbon chuckled.
“Are you sure that’s not just the horse dick talking?”
That got Lyra’s cheeks shining like a tomato, the effects of a well-placed accuracy in observation. Lyra clenched her legs together a little bit at the riposte as well, and Bonbon grinned wider.
“Go on then. I know you’ve been waiting for this.”
Lyra looked to Big Steel, then back to Bonbon after a few seconds.
“I, uh...”
Bonbon put her hand on Lyra’s shoulder and rubbed reassuringly.
“What is it?”
“I... I’m...” Lyra stuttered, suddenly robbed of the confidence that her kiss had carried. Bonbon rubbed harder, trying to coax out the end of Lyra’s sentence.
“I’m not really sure where to start,” she finally finished. She looked at the ground, as if she was ashamed.
“Well,” Bonbon said, “I’m not really sure either. I mean, this is your thing, not mine. How do the girls in your... videos usually do it?” Bonbon tried to detach herself from the mechanics of the situation as much as possible, ignoring the giant swinging horse dong in front of her in lieu of what was otherwise a simple request from her girlfriend for guidance.
“They’re usually already half-way through when they start... but, I guess a couple, uh, you know... they have the girl, like, getting the s-stallion... ready...”
If Bonbon hadn’t been concretely aware that Lyra was talking about sucking on a horse’s dick, she would have found her nervous stammering absolutely adorable.
“That doesn’t sound like a bad place to begin then. You’re not gonna chicken out now, are you?”
Lyra shook her head emphatically, the nervousness in her eyes turning into determination.
“No way,” she said.
“Then go get ‘em,” Bonbon answered with a pat. Lyra nodded to her and broke away from Bonbon’s motherly shoulder rub dead set on her target.
Bonbon tried to smile, but she knew full well what was to come. She wasn’t sure how much she could watch before she had to excuse herself.
Lyra approached Big Steel like a disciple reverent at the feet of a minister. She hunched her knees as she walked towards him as though she wanted to kneel, but kept herself up right as she sidled up beside him. Big Still gave her a flick of his tail and a small nod of his head, but reacted no further.
“Hey,” Lyra said, almost whispered as she let her hand rest on the great creature’s back. “I’m Lyra. I’m here to... to play with you. Does that sound like fun?”
Big Steel gave a short exhale through his nose, but of course, said nothing. Lyra seemed to take this as a good sign.
“You’re really handsome,” she said, stroking her hand along Big Steel’s back. He didn’t move into her touch, but he didn’t move away either, so Lyra continued petting him, moving herself closer to him as she did so. She was on the side of his body opposite Bonbon, so she couldn’t see through to Lyra’s nakedness, but she knew from the proximity that Lyra must be right up against Big Steel’s coat, rubbing her nipples against his well-kept fur and squishing her handful sized tits into the warmth of his body.
For a reason she couldn’t identify, Bonbon felt a twinge shoot between her legs.
Lyra. It was all Lyra, she told herself.
Lyra held out her hand to Big Steel’s nose. He sniffed it appraisingly once or twice before moving his head forward and rubbing himself against Lyra’s fingers like an oversized dog. Lyra’s face gleamed with joy as she felt his snout against her palm, and she responded with a more emphatic rub, stroking all along the length of his combed mane and down to the base of his neck. Big Steel snorted softly to show his approval.
Lyra could likely have spent the whole day on introductions, but there was something much more important demanding her attention. Slowly, with a gulp and a nervous look on her face, Lyra kneeled below Big Steel’s belly.
She got her first sight of it up close, and it was huge.
Just reaching out to touch it seemed too forward, but there wasn’t anything else to do but admire it. Lyra stared at the giant object in front of her as she lifted her arm, her fingers tensing in anticipation of what she was about to feel. Would it be like her imitation at home, or different? Would it feel like everything she had imagined, or would it be off-putting and disgusting?
There was only one way to find out.
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Lyra moved her hand forward and wrapped it around the middle of Big Steel’s dangling shaft. Her fingers could just circle around to meet, and her mouth fell open with a gasp as she took appraisal of the size of the thing she now had in her hand. Her whole body shivered for a moment, and her mouth hung open in a permanently affixed gasp of astonishment.
From where Bonbon was standing, she could see the lower half of Lyra’s body as well as the part of her now handling Big Steel’s unit. She tried not to stare, but there was little else to draw her attention, and the actual act of handling the horse’s length wasn’t inherently repulsive to her. She managed to focus on the bits of Lyra’s naked body that she could see as Lyra took the horse’s cock first with one hand, then with the other, both of them barely covering up a fraction of the unit’s total length. Bonbon watched with a mix of horror and bizarre compulsion as Lyra locked her two hands together and gave an experimental stroke.
Big Steel snorted above Lyra’s head in the same way he had done during her introduction, and she smiled as though that was a good sign. She still seemed marveled by the texture under her hands; it felt at once both different and the same as what she’d imagined, and there were certainly similarities with her artificial stallion at home. Of course, Big Steel was exactly that; much bigger. He was also hotter, and the way his veins throbbed and pulsed along the length of his shaft under Lyra’s touch was intoxicating. She held him for another moment after her first stroke, revelling in the feeling of his size and texture before stroking back down to his head. The second her fingers touched Big Steel’s cockhead, his entire shaft twitch, springing upwards several inches still in her hands with a sudden emphasis of his arousal.
Lyra let out a moan, unable to restrain herself. While the yearnings of potential restraint were in the back of her mind, she couldn’t hold herself back. With an enthusiastic fervor usually reserved for prostitutes or porn-stars, Lyra began jerking her hands along Big Steel’s length as fast as she could manage with cohesion. Her eyes bulged even wider and her mouth began to water as she felt him harden in her hands, slowly but surely, along with the posture of his stiffening erection raising further and further up until she could at last feel it almost parallel to his stomach, hard and straight enough that she could imagine him slapping it up against his belly in the way that lonely horses did. Lyra twinged as she pictured the sight.
Bonbon recognized the look in Lyra’s eyes. It was the same one she’d seen on those first-date honeymoon nights; that she’d seen in the touch of her tongue against Lyra’s skin on the evening of their first intimacy, the hunger that burned behind her irises when they had vacationed and Bonbon had come up behind Lyra on the beach, pinched her nipples through her bathing suit, and told her in no uncertain terms that her top was going to be off in five minutes or less or there would be some very serious consequences.
It was a look Bonbon found hard to distract herself from.
Lyra kept her hungry stare as she stroked harder, working her whole arms along Big Steel’s shaft to match his size. Her legs felt tingly from kneeling, but she felt tingly between them as well, with a wetness she was already sure was soaking the hay underneath her. On one hand, she almost felt that this was enough, that having touched and felt the real thing would satisfy her curiosity, and she could go back home with Bonbon and never again need to speculate with her girlfriend about what it might feel to have her hands around the object of her fascination.
On the other hand, she was so aroused it hurt, and the number of things running through her head that she wanted to do with Big Steel’s big rod were enough to make her dizzy. Touching it wasn’t enough. She needed more.
She was, as she leaned forward, acutely aware of Bonbon’s eyes on her. She stopped and looked past the colossal giant of a dong in her hands towards Bonbon, who was still standing there, completely nude.
“You don’t... you don’t have to watch,” Lyra said, her voice flushed with embarrassment and heavy arousal.
Bonbon shook her head. Her expression didn’t change, as though she was staring off towards some far-distant object. But the look of disgust on her face had vanished. She seemed almost complacent.
“That’s okay,” she said. Her voice sounded far-away too, but it carried a tone Lyra recognized. “I...”
Lyra tilted her head, curious.
Bonbon’s mouth betrayed her restraint. She had to admit it.
“I kind of want to watch,” she said, and it was true. She had, at the outset, been utterly repulsed by the idea of her girlfriend having anything to do with this unintelligent beast... but now, for some reason, she wanted to see more. She could feel the emulsion of Lyra’s arousal creeping into her veins, and it made her feel hot. No matter the subject of Lyra’s focus, she wanted to watch, and staring at Big Steel’s gargantuan prick, for a reason she couldn’t describe, didn’t fill her with the same disgusted disenfranchisement that Lyra’s videos had upon initial showings.
Lyra beamed, but bothered with no more words. She had something in front of her now that she had been waiting for a long time.
Bonbon couldn’t peel her eyes away as Lyra leaned forward. Her lips parted, and her tongue protruded. Languidly, as if in slow motion, Lyra licked the tip of Big Steel’s cock, tracing her tongue all the way down his length from his head to his base, which was a considerable journey.
Big Steel snorted again, and a thick glob of precum leaked from the tip of his cock.
“Oh.”
Bonbon’s voice had come out. She’d had no say in the matter.
Lyra heard the noise in the back of her head but ignored it. She licked back down and up Big Steel’s length a few more times, the third or fourth taking enough time to suck in the whole of his head, including the slippery stream of pre he was leaking like a faucet. Everytime Bonbon saw Lyra’s mouth enveloped the whole of the sticky stallionhead, she clenched her legs together and let out a small noise that she hoped went unnoticed in Lyra's frenzy of oral attention.
After a few more licks, Lyra became brave enough to try a proper taste. She positioned her head below Big Steel’s cock and tried to take as much of him in her mouth as she could, which turned out to not be a lot. Bonbon guessed around five inches before Lyra withdrew her mouth, leaving a long sticky trail of saliva across the horse’s member. As Lyra pulled her mouth off with a ‘pop’, Big Steel’s cock twitched, hard enough to bounce up against his stomach with a soft ‘slap’ sound.
Bonbon and Lyra groaned in tandem. Bonbon hoped Lyra hadn’t realized there was another voice besides her own.
Lyra tried a few times to down more of Big Steel’s length, but was unsuccessful. Something about his length, combined with his girth, combined with the way, even in Lyra’s mouth, that the head of his cock leaked incessantly, enough that it felt like Lyra was trying to swallow an ever pouring glass of sticky, musky water, kept Lyra from taking any more of him inside. The whole of Big Steel was musky. His body reeked of stallion hormones and his giant, always-ready dick. Lyra realized she had been huffing in nosefuls of his virile scent as she managed to get five inches of him inside her mouth, and the thought made her shake, almost enough to push her over the edge without even touching herself.
Big Steel must have noticed Lyra’s proximity, because his cock twitched extra hard in her mouth.
With some difficulty, Lyra kept him positioned there, his head and first few inches in her mouth. With him held there, Lyra moved her hands to the rest of Big Steel’s shaft and began to stroke again, pumping his cock in place as she kept the tip on her tongue. Effectively, she was milking him, and the thought of him delivering his big creamy payload of stallion cum right into her waiting mouth was enough to make her quiver again, and moan with five inches of spotted stallion musk between her lips.
Bonbon heard the moan and echoed it with her own. Of its own accord, one of her hands had drifted to her left breast and began to squeeze and pinch her nipple idly. Bonbon clenched her legs together as she watched her girlfriend work the ridiculously large dong in her hands and mouth.
Lyra felt Big Steel’s head twitch, and that was her warning. She made no move to pull away.
That decision turned out to be overconfidence.
The first shot came at around the volume Lyra had imagined, but the velocity was much greater. She felt the splash of cum in the back of her throat like a gunshot, and it was enough to make her pull her mouth away as her hands continued working. Big Steel, a true gentlemen, kept his bucking to a minimum, but he did pivot and jostle with his legs as he attempted to find what he imagined must be the best delivery for his seed. Lyra, forced to take her mouth off Big Steel’s impressive manhood lest the second shot make her choke, was unprepared for his next rope of cum, which hit her right across the face, painting a giant strand of cream coloured liquid along her forehead, with some dribbling down her cheek and onto her chin. Lyra coughed in an attempt to keep the first load of jizz from her windpipe, and was successful, but still in the firing range of a longer orgasm. Big Steel snorted and whinnied softly as Lyra’s hands on his cock led him to further delivery of his payload. The third and fourth spurts came out just as fast, but Lyra was smart enough to aim them this time, the first at her chin and lower lip, letting a healthy dose of Big Steel’s cum dribble into her mouth, and the second at her chest, spraying her small but squeezable tits with thick, musky jism. The last bit of Big Steel’s load came out as a sort of dribble, leaking from his tip in the same fashion as his precum had done, most of it ending up on the hay beneath him.
Lyra moaned loudly and raised a hand to her chest. She ran her fingers through the collected pool of jizz and lifted them to her lips. She let the strands of Big Steel’s sperm dangle on her fingertips for a moment before she lowered them into her mouth and sucked, pulling them out clean a second later. She moaned again, louder.
Bonbon, in what she felt must be pure body treachery, squeezed her breast extra hard and felt an electric current run along her spine, ending right between her legs.
Lyra took a moment to collect herself. She looked like she’d been covered in frosting, and was still kneeling below BIg Steel with his cock in both of her hands. The stallion’s member was now in a semi-rigid state, thick and untensed enough to be pliable, but still aroused and therefore a bit stiff and still mostly upright.
“Oh my gosh,” Lyra said, revelling in the bath of semen she’d just been given.
“Was that good?” Bonbon asked, removing her hand from her chest as she spoke. She might have enjoyed watching, but she wasn’t sure she wanted Lyra to know.
“God yes,” Lyra answered, picking herself up from the hay of the stable floor. “It was so fucking hot. I’m covered in stallion cum right now... god, I could cum just from thinking about it”
Bonbon smiled as if to say ‘Well, do you want to?’, but held her tongue.
“That looked kind of fun,” she said, and Lyra nodded back at her more times than was necessary.
“It was, oh my gosh it was. You have to– I mean, you don’t have try it, but it really was... I mean, it was fun, anyway.”
Lyra and Bonbon both stood for a moment, each of them catching their breath in preparation for what must surely come next.
It was as if Big Steel could sense. No sooner had Lyra risen from the floor and drifted towards the end of the stable than Big Steel turned around to face her. His absurd dong still flopped when he moved, but it now did so with a deliberate hardness, one that Lyra had risen herself and therefore appreciated that much more.
Lyra’s hands were trembling as she placed them on the fence. There was a nice cushion on the wood to rest her arms and chin against, so she did just that.
“Make sure to pull on him if he... if I say it hurts too much, okay?”
“‘Too much’?” Bonbon questioned, unclear on the part where the act had to hurt at all.
“Well, I mean... he’s really big, so it’s probably gonna hurt a bit. I just don’t want him, like... you know, tearing up my cervix, or anything like that.”
Bonbon grimaced, but nodded, and made her way to the nearby lever system that was designed to yank back Big Steel on his harness if the situation so required. Despite not being a horse lover, however, Bonbon didn’t think there would be any problem. If anything, the stallion seemed almost as excited to go as Lyra was.
Lyra started shaking as she felt the presence of Big Steel’s sizable frame behind her. She shuddered even harder when she felt his equally large something else between her legs. She gasped as the freely swaying shaft smacked into the side of her leg before bouncing up and slapping her on the stomach. Big Steel moved with more care than most horses, an evidence of his practice with the position. Lyra groaned and clenched her hands into the cushions on her resting spot as Big Steel raised himself into position, finding rests for his forelegs on the wooden platform underneath Lyra’s front end. The farm-owner had thought of everything, it seemed, and done a very good job at that. The logistics couldn’t have been easier.
The lever in Bonbon’s hand felt cold, and she let her fingers slip from it as she watched. She leaned a bit to the side to get a better view, though she told her she was only interested in seeing Lyra’s reaction – in seeing Lyra enjoy herself. She certainly didn’t want to stare at the back end of Big Steel as he lined himself up. Nor did she want to stare at his two-foot long schlong as it bounced up and down, swaying perilously close to Lyra’s entrance as he jostled himself back and forth.
A constant stream of moaning stemmed from Lyra’s mouth as she felt Big Steel close in on her dripping hole, close, so close. But the inarticulacy of the stallion’s posture pulled him away, and he whinnied softly as he shifted on his feet and tried to position himself again. Once more, Lyra closed her eyes tight and tensed every muscle in her body except the important ones as she readied herself for the biggest object she’d ever imagined having inside her.
Once again, the warmth of Big Steel’s proximity fell away. His cock jabbed inexpertly at the air underneath Lyra’s stomach for a few seconds before he pulled back, scraping the head of his member along Lyra’s belly-button. Lyra gasped, but not in the way she had been hoping. She wanted him inside.
To Bonbon’s sudden remembrance, Lyra turned her head over her shoulder and looked back imploringly.
“Bon?” she asked, her voice pleading.
“Yeah?” Bonbon asked back, her speech short. She hadn’t realized how long she had been holding her breath, or how tightly she had been clasping her hand between her legs as she watched Big Steel almost but not quite line himself up and thrust forward. Each time Bonbon had let out a tiny groan to match Lyra’s. She had wandered away from the emergency lever and was now standing practically right beside Lyra, her eyes locked on the location of nonexistent penetration.
“Can you... help?” Lyra said, stumbling for a word that would articulate what exactly it was she was asking Bonbon to do.
Bonbon took to a moment to follow along. Her mouth fell open as she looked to Lyra’s face, then back behind her legs, and then back to her face again.
Lyra grinned apologetically.
“You don’t have to,” she stressed, waving her free hand in dissuasion. “I mean, it’s just... he’s having trouble, I can tell, and I... I really wanna...”
Bonbon nodded wordlessly. The mechanics of what Lyra wanted were ones she hadn’t ever thought about taking into consideration. How did horse breeders do it?
Bonbon made her way to Big Steel’s side as she considered the angle of his thrusting. He wasn’t quite hard enough to be pointed parallel to his own stomach, so Bonbon could see why his movements were missing. She could also see, in very clear detail, from only a few inches away as she kneeled down and considered the task before her, how big and long and veiny his cock was.
She had guided things into Lyra before, though normally that was of her own volition, or at her request. She had never thought she’d be crouched underneath her girlfriend’s body thinking about holding a horse’s cock so he could get inside her better.
But that was exactly what she was doing now, wasn’t it?
Bonbon scrunched her face and gritted her teeth as she reached forward. She almost couldn’t bring herself to touch it, but her hands moved at the direction of her own stubbornness, and she felt Big Steel’s big thing in her palms as she wrapped both hands around him at once.
Just imagine it’s a dildo, Bonbon told herself as she tried to bend the gargantuan equine member without hurting it. A big, floppy, veiny dildo that just shot three gallons of cum on your girlfriend’s face and is about to fuck her so hard she’ll be loose for weeks.
Despite herself, Bonbon felt a twitch between her legs, but she ignored it. There were more important things to pay attention to anyway.
Lyra had been staring the whole time. The moment she saw Bonbon’s hands on Big Steel she had become transfixed, and was now breathing shakily as she watched Bonbon line her hands, and, subsequently, Big Steel, up for something exciting. She gasped again when she felt the flared tip press against her slit, and even louder as she felt the giant prick behind the head move with Bonbon’s direction.
Bonbon held the angle for a moment, and Big Steel, to the surprise of all parties involved, did not move immediately.
A constant stream of profanity poured from Lyra’s mouth. She tried biting down on her lower lip to suspend her vulgarity, but the words kept coming anyway, until the best thing to do was to let them come.
“Fuck,” she said, whispering it to herself. She shivered as she felt Big Steel’s head slide along her folds, picking up the copious moisture she was surely leaking on the hay underfoot. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...” The swears blurred together, becoming an excited, breathless drone as Bonbon, finally content with the angle of penetration, pulled forward. She felt Big Steel’s skin ripple under her fingers, even more so when he finally moved. And he moved very fully, and Bonbon felt the shift, holding the middle of the stallion’s cock where she had been holding the top.
Lyra’s eyes flew open. Just like that, Big Steel was inside her, and he was well inside her, and Lyra couldn’t be sure but she wanted to count the inches because she needed to know how much of her pussy was his, how much of it belonged to his giant stallion dick and oh god she was –
“–cummiiiiing!” Lyra spat suddenly, elongating her announcement as her body shook. Bonbon was still underneath her and her erstwhile equine lover, and she felt it just as much as Lyra did. She saw the emphatic shake of Lyra’s legs, and the tingle that ran through her whole body as her skin grew goosebumps.
And, most concretely, as she always did when Lyra came, Bonbon felt the high-velocity spray of clear liquid that shot from Lyra like a fountain of arousal. Lyra was messy when she came, and as Big Steel shakily penetrated her for the first time, she was very messy, to the point that Bonbon’s mouth fell open in amazement as Lyra shot a stream of girlcum onto the ground and onto Bonbon’s hands, which were nearby still holding Big Steel’s throbbing unit.
Bonbon withdrew her hands with anxious anticipation, and Big Steel rewarded her, as well as Lyra, who was still quivering in the emerging throes of her orgasm. Big Steel slid himself further forward, and Lyra’s mouth hung then in a silent scream that said she wanted to let all the volume and arousal and fullness she felt at the moment out, but couldn’t. Big Steel’s movements were hardly coordinated; he shook from side to side with every movement, and his ‘thrusting’ was a simple shuffle forward, using his hind legs for leverage and simply ramming as much of his big, thick cock inside Lyra’s dripping pussy as he could manage. Lyra was even wetter after her orgasm, and Big Steel seemed to enjoy the sensation. He sniffed at the air once or twice as he bobbled back and forth, and the smell of freshly sexed female in the air only did him wonders, making his nostrils flare up and his dick get even harder, if that was possible.
With each shuddering movement, Lyra looked as though she might fall apart. Bonbon had extricated herself from under the pair’s stomachs, and looking at Lyra noted that she had never seen someone so unequivocally blissful.
“Shit,” Lyra swore as Big Steel jostled forward slightly, then with drew with just as slight a movement. “Goddamn,” she said as she arched her back towards the well-toned barrel chest of the horse behind her. “Fuck,” she managed, muffled by her own wrist, and the cushions of her headrest shortly thereafter. A trickle of saliva coated the corners of her mouth, but she was in no mind to pay attention. Big Steel knelt further over her and snorted into her ear, and she hardened her posture for a moment, as though the tiny shock of a micro-climax had passed through her.
When she removed the horsecock from the picture in front of her, Bonbon was unequivocally aroused. Even with the horsecock, it just took a little getting used to.
“Does... does that feel good?” she asked, suddenly timid in face of her girlfriend’s kink fully realized in the flesh. Lyra opened her mouth as though she might answer, but her lips spat out another ‘goddamn’ as Big Steel moved forward, grinding his long, painfully hard dick into her snatch. She was starting to feel the stretch, but it was a good stretch, that made her hurt like only Bonbon had ever made her hurt before, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure and ‘oh god why do I want this’.
Lyra nodded, barely able to speak.
“Yuh... huh...” she said between the tingles of her own imagined thrusting as she ground herself back on Big Steel’s dick. Her whole face was flushed, and Bonbon could help but stare as Big Steel took his time going to town on Lyra’s willing body.
“It... feels like I’m cumming... all the time... best thing...”
“That does sound... pretty good...” Bonbon’s words were shaky. In her head, she tried to separate the image of Lyra quivering in front of her in perpetual orgasm from the burly stallion awkwardly pushing inside her from behind, but her eyes couldn’t quite split the two images from each other. Instead of staring at Lyra’s face, which was a heavenly mask of overwhelming euphoria, Bonbon’s eyes drifted to the center of the act occurring in front of her. She watched with an open mouth as Big Steel pulled himself back with more courtesy than she’d expected a horse was capable of, and then unsteadily plunged forward in a single motion, never letting more than half of his gigantic cock slip inside Lyra’s body. Bonbon couldn’t tell how full Lyra might be, or how stretched her hole must feel with almost a foot of Big Steel’s rod inside her, but it didn’t seem to be on Lyra’s mind either; she was only capable of mumbling deliriously as her body shook with repeated shivers from her ongoing cascade of pleasure.
Bonbon’s hand drifted between her legs as she watched. She couldn’t look away as Big Steel slipped out yet again, just the bulbous head of his member poised at the outside of Lyra’s lips before he thrust back inside again, and Lyra moaned wantonly as his veiny length slid inside her.
Lyra was nothing if not resilient, and Big Steel seemed more possessed of stamina than any of the stallions in any of Lyra’s favorite videos. The horses in the clips Bonbon came home to on the computer screen seldom lasted more than a minute or two before the stallions involved came, simply and succinctly, with a gush of thick, volumous cum into the pussy of the girl willing to let herself be torn apart by the unwieldy member putting her at its mercy. Big Steel had already managed almost five minutes, and that was with Lyra shivering and moaning on his length the whole time. Bonbon had been unable to pull her eyes away after the first minute and was now touching herself blatantly. She didn’t remember that she was naked at a far-away farmhouse watching her girlfriend get fucked by a horse; she just knew that Lyra was in front of her, in the most pleasure Bonbon had ever seen, and the creature responsible was taking care of her in a way she’d never imagined, pacing himself and keeping just enough of Lyra’s pussy full of his cock to keep her in constant satisfaction. It was amazing.
In an almost indefinable way, Bonbon felt a little jealous, if not completely happy for her partner.
While Lyra had been locked in the throes of her own constant moaning and profanity, the continued pounding from her dream beast was taking its toll on her composure. At the onset of her penetration she’d still looked relatively put together, if a bit desperate, as well as covered in Big Steel’s initial load. Now she looked almost crazy. Her hair was matted to her forehead with sweat, her limbs were shaking constantly as residual climaxes rippled through her nerves, and her mouth was agape, her tongue caught between her lips in an incessant stream of babbling with an occasionally coherent ‘fuck’ or other swear mixed into the wordless noise. She looked like she was being driven out of her mind with pleasure. A pleasure that, evidently contrary to her ongoing delirium, was still mounting.
Bonbon could see the signs that she had learned through so many steamy nights spent locked in Lyra’s arms, or with her head between Lyra’s legs. She could see the way Lyra scrunched up her mouth and clenched her eyes tight. She could hear the tapering of volume as Lyra’s voice gradually broke down into just tiny squeaks, climbing the mountain of her approaching explosion in pitches presumably too high-pitched to hear. She could see the tensing of Lyra’s muscles, especially there, in her legs, and her butt too, as she knew from experience. And, most importantly, she could see the way Lyra’s lips shivered around the thing inside her, though that was a bit difficult given the size of the currently invading object.
Bonbon pulled her eyes away from the epicenter of Big Steel’s penetration and kneeled at Lyra’s side. Lyra managed to open her eyes as she felt the displacement of air beside her, and she stared at Bonbon through eyes that looked lost in another world. Bonbon offered her hand, and Lyra took it, clenching hard as soon as her palm touched skin, scraping into Bonbon’s hand with the force of her fingernails.
“Fuck,” she said with a force that Bonbon hadn’t expected. It almost made her recoil, but she pulled herself closer, lowering her face only inches away from Lyra’s.
“C-cum.. gonna cum, so hard, so hard, fuck, fuck...”
Bonbon loved the way Lyra sounded when she was close. In a few second those words would disappear, and Lyra would speak in a language that Bonbon had learned sounded best with both their mouths together.
She kept that in mind as she leaned forward. Lyra closed her eyes as Bonbon’s lips met hers.
Like a lover with perfect timing, Big Steel pushed himself forward extra hard, bottoming out as much as he could inside Lyra’s pussy.
Lyra’s voice faltered for a minute as the whole of her body froze.
She regained it in the next instant as she came.
“Mmmmmmmmmm!”
She moaned wordlessly into Bonbon’s mouth as she came. She shook, and her limbs dangled like dead weight as she thrashed, her fingers just barely hanging on to Bonbon’s hand and scoring so deeply in Bonbon’s skin that they were sure to leave a mark. Lyra came harder than Bonbon had ever seen, and she felt every second of it, passed into her lips between Lyra’s as she moaned, so loud Bonbon imagined the farmer she had spoken with could hear from as far away as he was and then some.
Big Steel held himself inside as Lyra spasmed around his giant tool. He snorted appreciatively as Lyra’s muscles clenched around him, and as her pussy clenched and sprayed the lower half of his shaft, as well as the ground below, in Lyra’s girlcum. She came like a fountain, loud enough that Bonbon could hear the splash against the hay and dirt even above the sound of Lyra’s moaning.
Lyra’s orgasm went on longer than seemed possible. Just as Bonbon was sure the chorus of ‘mmm’ in her mouth was about to subside, Lyra redoubled her volume and clenched harder with her hand, and Bonbon kept kissing her. Her hand was still between her legs, but she kept it still out of focus, unable to concentrate on anything besides the absorption of Lyra’s moaning onto her tongue and the into the rest of her body. Bonbon drank Lyra’s pleasure like an intoxicating wine, and Lyra kept the tide of bacchian inundation flowing until time threatened to stop with the intensity of her pleasure.
Until, finally, her hand unclenched, and her body untensed, and she fell against the support of her resting bar. And Big Steel whinnied and withdrew, almost all the way.
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Chapter 4
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Bonbon pulled herself away from the kiss she was sure would reappear in her dreams for years to come. Her mouth felt sore from the intensity with which she had moved her lips, and she took a moment to wipe the back of her hand across her mouth to clear away the residual saliva that had dripped from Lyra’s lips to hers. Her eyes scanned across the remains of the sight in front of her, drinking in the sight of Lyra’s twitching, barely animate body. Bonbon felt a tingle of her orgasm by proxy shiver along her spine.
“Jesus...” she murmured. She watched as Lyra regained some semblance of movement and righted her posture as much as she could while being bent over. Lyra’s hands shook as she placed them on the wooden beam of the fence in front of her and struggled to pull herself upright. As if on cue, Big Steel walked backwards and pulled himself all the way out of Lyra’s pussy. His dick was still eye-wateringly hard as it stood up against his stomach, but he kept himself composed, every bit the perfect partner.
Bonbon offered her hand, and Lyra took it, shivering as the aftermath of her bone-shaking orgasm trickled through her skin.
“Are you okay?” Bonbon asked, wrapping her other hand around Lyra’s forearm and guiding her forward a few feet. Lyra stopped after a short distance from the spot of her penetration and kneeled into the hay, then shifted and sat cross-legged. Bonbon sat down with her. She could feel the warmth in Lyra’s skin coursing underneath her fingertips before she pulled her hand away.
Lyra nodded. Her mouth moved for an instant, but she didn’t speak.
Bonbon stared for a moment, unsure to what extent she should be concerned. She waited a few minutes before attempting to speak again
“Are–”
“Holy fuck,” Lyra interrupted. She tilted her head back like she was reconciling a particularly strong draught of liquor, then leaned forward again. Her forehead was still slicked with sweat, but her eyes had gone from glazed over to bright and wild.
“That was amazing.”
Bonbon grinned uneasily.
“It certainly looked like it.”
Lyra looked skyward again as she sat. She placed her hands behind her back and let them rest in the hay, using them to prop herself up as she stared off into space.
“It didn’t hurt at all?” Bonbon asked, feeling suddenly more conscious of her nakedness than Lyra seemed to be.
“Fuck no,” Lyra said. Every word from her lips dripped with vigor, despite how completely exhausted she looked. “It only felt a bit weird at first, and I was cumming too hard to notice. After that it was just... full. So fucking full. God damn. So good.”
Despite herself, Bonbon felt a tiny flush of blush creep onto her cheeks.
“Well, I’m glad you had fun. Was it everything you hoped it would be?”
“And then some,” Lyra said, tilting her head back down and grinning. “I don’t know what I did to deserve a girlfriend as awesome as you.”
Bonbon smiled and blushed harder.
“Thanks,” she said.
The two of them sat for a moment in silence save the rustling of the hay underneath their naked bodies.
“So,” Bonbon said,”you ready to go?”
Lyra’s glued on grin disappeared to make room for a puzzled squint.
“Go?” she asked. “I’m not done yet.”
“You can’t possibly be thinking about a second round of that. You almost melted from the first one!”
Lyra shrugged.
“Big guy’s not done yet. I gotta at least finish him off. And...” Lyra leaned forward a bit, closing the distance between herself and Bonbon. “...I owe you one before we go too.”
“What do you mean?”
Lyra grinned.
“Don’t play. I saw the way you were touching yourself. You’re just as antsy as Mr. Ed is, I bet. And I’m not about to let my amazing girlfriend call it a day before I pay her back for how wonderful she is.”
Bonbon’s smile quivered uneasily.
“You really don’t have to. You can get me back later. I mean, I still feel kind of weird being here. I know this is your thing, but I don’t really...” Bonbon let her sentence trail off with an embarrassed sort of smirk.
Lyra countered it with one of her own.
“I saw you watching,” she said, smugness glimmering in her voice. “You can’t tell me you weren’t enjoying yourself.”
“That’s different!” Bonbon protested, holding her hand up to signal a stop to the advance of Lyra’s thought process. “I was just... seeing you get off like that... of course I had to watch. That doesn’t mean I... that I liked... the other part of it.”
Big Steel gave an appropriately timed snort some distance behind Lyra. Bonbon jumped at the noise, and Lyra’s grin grew wider.
“I think you enjoyed it more than you’re willing to admit.” Lyra leaned further forward. Her sweat-soaked hair hung low over her forehead and eyes, and she smiled at Bonbon with an earnest seductive glimmer like a snake holding an apple. “Come on. You can’t tell me you saw that monster making me cum like a mare in heat and didn’t at least feel a little bit curious.”
Bonbon shifted her eyes to either side, trying to escape the conversation but finding no aid in either direction.
“I didn’t... no. That thing is way too big for me, and it’s all... veiny. It’s gross.”
Bonbon stifled a gasp as she felt Lyra’s hands suddenly on hers. Lyra wrapped her fingers around Bonbon’s right hand and pulled it up, looking at her over their held-together palms with fire in her eyes.
“It feels so good, Bon,” she said.
Bonbon felt a little uncomfortably warm with Lyra’s sweaty hands on her own, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away.
“Like, crazy good. And that... the stuff you said, you get over it. I mean, yeah, it’s huge, but that’s the whole appeal of it. The texture is fantastic too. It’s just... it’s so natural. Animalistic. It’s fucking great.”
Bonbon pulled her hand away with a slightly soured expression.
“Lyra, come on. I set this whole thing up, the least you could do is give me a break when I say I’m not interested.”
“I would if I believed you,” Lyra countered, her smirk growing to dangerous proportions. “But I could see the look in your eyes when you were watching. When I could see anything, anyway. I think I blacked out for a bit.”
In an ultimate display of treachery, Bonbon bit her lip as she shivered noticeably.
“Aha! I knew it!”
“I’m not gonna let myself get fucked by a horse,” Bonbon protested, standing up and placing her hands on her hips. Lyra stood up with her after a few seconds.
“You don’t have to,” Lyra said. She reached one of her hands towards Bonbon’s shoulder. Bonbon reflexively shied away, but relaxed as Lyra’s fingers met her skin, and let out a little sigh as Lyra began kneading her unusually tense shoulder muscles.
“I just think you should touch it. I have a feeling that if you feel what it’s like you’ll have just as much fun as I did. And I promise I’ll make it worth your while if you don’t like it.”
Bonbon chewed her lip and looked down, avoiding Lyra’s gaze as the request flashed through different mental avenues of possibility.
Did any part of her really want to do it? She had organized this whole thing on Lyra’s behalf, in the hopes that she could finally get her horse-fucking obsession out of her system, and stop trying to force it on Bonbon in every other part of their lives. Now she was at the real thing, and just like otherwise, Lyra was trying to convince Bonbon it was worth her attention. Just like the videos, just like the whinny Lyra had requested before Bonbon had called an ended to the horse-play shenanigans.
But unlike all of those times, Bonbon didn’t feel an outright refusal. She didn’t feel disgusted, repulsed, or even disinterested. She felt a little intrigued. She just wasn’t sure if it was enough of a curiosity to warrant further attention to a stiffened horse cock.
Though...
She’d already felt it, with her hands. She was so wrapped up in watching Lyra’s reaction at the time that she almost hadn’t noticed, but she had felt Big Steel’s cock-skin shift in her hands as the mighty beast fucked Lyra from behind. She hadn’t minded then.
She’d even marvelled a little bit at the sheer size of the thing in her hands. She’d wondered, as she watch Lyra’s pussy twitch and quiver around the girth of the giant object plunging inside it, what it must feel like to have something that big stuffed inside you.
She felt a tingle as the thought of being so utterly, completely, one hundred percent full ran through her head. She didn’t have Lyra’s fascination with size or toys or phalluses in general (despite which, Lyra ate pussy like a champ), but she didn’t mind feeling full. She’d even... well, Lyra had a very talented set of hands, and one thing had lead to another, and Bonbon had checked off an item on her sexual to-do list at one point that she’d avoided for fear of feeling like a puppet. But damn had it felt good.
And here was something that could do that for her.
Lyra had practically melted.
“I mean... what if I don’t like it?” she asked.
Lyra squeezed down on Bonbon’s shoulder.
“He’s got his harness thingy. If you say stop I can pull him off just like that, no problem.”
Bonbon scrunched up her face and clenched her hands into fists. Lyra took Bonbon’s left hand with her right and squeezed, and Lyra’s ball of fingers unclenched into a more relaxed position after a few seconds.
“You promise? You promise it... that you’ll...”
“Don’t think about it too much,” Lyra interjected. She stood and began to walk as she spoke, leading Bonbon forward to the figure of the still patiently waiting Big Steel. He had taken up his place back in the stable, trodding through the hay and sniffing at nothing in particular; the difference being that, this time, his cock was at full strength, bobbing obscenely underneath his body like a giant, fleshy pole.
Bonbon gasped when she saw it again. Even from a distance it looked too big. What if he went all ahead in one thrust and tore her open like a paper bag on a high-velocity javelin?
Lyra took Bonbon further forward, all the way up to Big Steel. Still guiding Bonbon’s hand, Lyra placed both her own palm and Bonbon’s on Big Steel’s back, covered by the harness but still warm and rigid to the extent that both of them could feel his physique.
“You’ll feel better if you get more familiar with his equipment,” Lyra said in a reassuring tone.
Bonbon blinked, not wanting to puzzle out Lyra’s suggestion without aid. Lyra rolled her eyes, but took Bonbon’s hand closer and kneeled. Bonbon followed suit, letting her knees press into the hay and ducking under Big Steel’s stomach as Lyra did the same.
The answer to her perplexion was right in front of her face. Bonbon gulped as she saw the imposing piece of dick swaying only inches from her nose. She froze as, in slow motion, Big Steel shifted a little and the tip of his cock swung right in front of Bonbon’s face.
Lyra giggled.
“I think he likes you,” she said.
Bonbon wasn’t sure what to say back.
Big Steel, without moving his legs an inch, managed to swing his torso back in the other direction, and the whole of his cock came with it, careening in an arc past Bonbon’s face and back to its original position
Lyra reached up her hand and caught it with a noise like a hearty high-five.
“Touch it,” she said, and offered up the two foot dong in Bonbon’s direction. Bonbon’s hands shook as she rose both her arms towards the length of horsecock in front of her. Her fingers trembled as she let them rest on the veiny, spotted flesh, and wrapped around as best she could, managing to at least fit the whole of her grip around the circumference of Big Steel’s dick. He was longer than he was wide, and Bonbon took that as something of a comfort.
“You should use your mouth,” Lyra said simply, a hint of direction more than suggestion in her voice. Bonbon turned to her with a blank look, and Lyra grinned and lowered her head towards the flared tip of Big Steel’s member. With her eyes locked deadset on Bonbon’s face, she extended her tongue as long as she could manage and licked, tracing up the whole of Big Steel’s tip until she reached the top part of his head, then moving her mouth closer and sucking along the first few inches of proper shaft, using her lips and tongue in tandem with a soft slurping sound.
Bonbon moaned in spite of herself and clenched her legs together.
“Like that. I can help, if you want.”
Bonbon nodded, and Lyra smiled back at her.
Together, Lyra with more confidence, both girls leaned close to Big Steel’s mammoth manhood and lapped at the tip. As their reward, both received a sudden emergence of wet, sticky precum, leaking out of Big Steel’s tip as he began to yearn for a more concrete sensation on his still unsatisfied dick. One spray of semen wasn’t enough for a breeding show horse.
Lyra licked with Bonbon over the very tip of Big Steel’s cock, both of them collecting a taste of precum and meeting with their mouths for a moment to share the sensation between their tongues. Bonbon moaned loudly as Lyra placed a hand aside her cheek and held her in a kiss for a moment before pulling away and returning to the throbbing length of cock between them. Bonbon did her best to follow suit, and, in spite of her every preconception, extended her tongue and licked along with Lyra, both of them reaching the bottom of Big Steel’s first view inches and raising over his girth to share another kiss.
“Don’t you want this big thing inside you? Isn’t it the hottest fucking thing you can imagine?
Bonbon didn’t answer with words, but instead moaned softly. Her hands were still locked around the middle of Big Steel’s cock, and she began to move them up and down as Lyra goaded her on with the potential of being filled up with Big Steel’s stallionhood.
“Don’t you wanna bend over and let this well-endowed, disgustingly virile animal pound your cunt until you cum harder than you ever have before in your life?
Bonnbon managed a short nod of her head that time.
“Mh-hm,” she said with a tiny voice, hoping she was quiet enough. But Lyra heard her.
“Don’t you wanna let your girlfriend eat your pussy out while you’re getting fucked by a giant two foot dong? Don’t you wanna cum all over her face and then help your stallion friend unload a gallon of his cum all over both of you?”
“Uh-huh,” Bonbon answered more earnestly. She was only half listening to what Lyra was saying, but every word she could make out sounded good, as good as anything would behind the veil of her mind’s fire suddenly ablaze for Big Steel’s member.
Lyra smirked at Bonbon’s far off look.
“I knew it. You’ve gotta stand up first though. Can’t get much done down here.” Lyra shuffled backwards from under Big Steel’s stomach and stood up without waiting for Bonbon to respond. After a few seconds, Bonbon realized suddenly she was licking Big Steel’s cock by herself, so she promptly followed suit.
She didn’t speak. Her mouth, for the first time since her possibly overly-reactionary explosion, was timid, and unable to form a proper sentence. She felt like a nervous high school kid.
A horny, desperately curious teenage girl about to get filled up with horsecock, anyway.
Bonbon let Lyra guide her forward to the resting apparatus. As she settled in, she realized that Lyra, if nothing else, had been comfortable. The way the posts were cushioned and set up at the perfect angle while bending forward for penetration was nothing short of genius. Even with unsteady, shaking limbs, Bonbon still managed to fall forward with ease and rest herself against the assemblage of padded surfaces and wooden planks.
Big Steel shifted the moment he saw Bonbon take her place, and Bonbon cringed and shut her eyes, refusing to look behind herself.
“I’m... you’ll stop him if he... I’m not sure... I...” Bonbon began to stammer. Lyra reached out a finger to Bonbon’s lips and stemmed the tide of her anxious mumbling. After a moment, she gave another motherly rub to Bonbon’s shoulder.
“Shhh. It’s okay. Just relax. He’s really good, I promise. If he looks like he’s gonna go too much in, I’ll pull him back. Just calm down, and try to think about how good you’re gonna feel in a minute.” Lyra sounded like a dentist prepping a kid for their first exam. The tone was unmistakable, but Bonbon did find it reassuring. She certainly felt like she might be more prepared if she knew she was going to be given a toy after the whole thing was over. Promised Hot-Wheels cars were certainly more comforting than nebulously guaranteed orgasms.
Bonbon tensed as heard the clop of hooves on hay behind herself, and suddenly two forelegs on the wooden structures below her and to either side.
“Relax,” Lyra repeated. She disappeared from Bonbon’s periphery after a second, leaving Bonbon to wonder how alone she was then, and what on Earth had gotten her onto a horse-sex farm waiting to be pounded by the farmer’s prize stallion.
Lyra was probably the easiest to blame.
Just as Bonbon had done for her, Lyra took Big Steel’s cock in her hands and did her best to guide it home. Maneuvering the still floppy length of dick was like wiggling an extended measuring tape, but Lyra managed it with conviction. She felt Bonbon shudder against her elbow as she lined up the swollen head against Bonbon’s entrance. Bonbon’s lips were always a bit puffy, a fact that Lyra had extolled many times in the past. It made the perfect sight from behind, she’d said. The view of Bonbon’s ass, bent over with her well-sized pussy lips peeking out from in between her shapely thighs was the picture of perfection. According to Lyra, anyway.
Bonbon shook as she felt Big Steel shift, nudging the tip of his cock against her slit. With a mixture of guilt and self-permeating arousal, Bonbon realized that, barring size problems, the horse would have no problem sliding inside, given how wet she was.
Big Steel moved himself forward, and Bonbon felt her first horsecock slip inside her pussy.
She gasped, but found no words to describe the sensation.
Only an inch and she felt stretched. But just like Lyra said: not a bad stretch. Just... a stretch. She felt like her tunnel was at its limit in girth. There was, however, still much more depth to be explored by her unexpected suitor.
Bonbon muffled her mouth against the cushion of her headrest as Big Steel jostled himself in position and shoved another inch or two inside Bonbon’s hole.
Even more surprising than her accommodation of the sheer size of the big creature’s member was the fact that, for a reason she couldn't describe, Bonbon wasn’t even remotely disgusted with the fact that it was a horse behind her plunging into her pussy, instead of a toy or Lyra in a play-session with some added equipment. Right now, Big Steel felt like a nice, anonymous cock, stretching her to the extent of her ability. His hooves at her side didn’t feel gross; they felt reassuring, and natural. It felt familiar, like family camping, but with a giant, studded dick inside her.
Bonbon shuddered as her clit gave the first twitch of sympathy arousal at the rest of her vagina’s intrudence.
Lyra smiled at Bonbon’s side as she noticed the soft twitch. She rubbed her hand along Bonbon’s back, her fingertips picking up sweat that had already started appearing.
“Good?” she asked.
Bonbon nodded wordlessly. She was never as vocal as Lyra. Sometimes her moans became loud and incomprehensible, but usually the best she could manage was a curt ‘close’ at Lyra’s request on occasion. She did it because Lyra said she enjoyed hearing; right now, Bonbon was being penetrated purely for her own benefit, though theoretically Big Steel must surely be enjoying himself as well.
As if to remind Bonbon of his presence, Big Steel leaned his head low and breathed loudly into Bonbon’s ear.
To her surprise, Bonbon felt her clit tingle again.
Lyra couldn’t help herself. In the same way Bonbon had consumed the intoxicating sight of her lover being fucked by a cock big enough to put even the most well-hung porn star to shame, Lyra felt herself reaching the peak of her arousal just by proxy of Bonbon’s enjoyment. Bonbon hadn’t cum as furiously as Lyra, nor did she seem to be in the same arc of pleasure, but Bonbon chalked this up to Bonbon’s self-restraint being much better as a whole. She wasn’t the one who left porn videos up on the computer, after all.
But, as she watched, Lyra felt compelled. She left Bonbon’s side before her disappearance was noticeable, and Bonbon contented herself with focusing on the sensation of the dick inside her rather than what Lyra was doing at her side.
Lyra only took a moment of repositioning herself before she kneeled again. Big Steel’s dick jumped out at her as the obvious focus of attention, only having a quarter tucked away inside Bonbon’s pussy at the moment. But Lyra had something else she wanted to pay attention to.
With a devilish smirk on her face, Lyra positioned her face underneath Bonbon’s slit, tilted her head back, and waited.
Bonbon’s legs parted a bit, probably instinctively, giving Lyra a full view of her lover’s pussy, as well as the giant horsecock sliding in and out of it as Big Steel did his best to recreate a simple thrusting motion without coming too early or getting frustrated.
The noise that escaped Bonbon’s lips as Lyra extended her tongue onto Bonbon’s clit said that the concern of anyone finishing ‘early’ was likely a moot point.
“Ohhhhh...” Bonbon moaned, keeping herself from the profanity that Lyra had so readily devolved into. Her enjoyment was always incomprehensible, except for the rare moment of clarity that she would specify at Lyra’s request, or when an epiphany struck her suddenly in the throes of arousal.
Lyra’s face showed a struggle to keep herself focused on her girlfriend’s sensitive nub as the prospect of an imminently caressable length of stallion dick slid back and forth in front of her, but she managed to stay committed as Big Steel moved back and forth in an accommodating fashion. Lyra raised her hand occasionally and pushed back on the stallion’s flank if she sensed him eager to move too far forward; he was an ideal lover as far as horses went, but there were still some things even he didn’t manage to pick up on. That said, Lyra didn’t notice her hand being necessary too often, which gave her full room to content herself to attending to Bonbon’s clit with her tongue.
If Bonbon could piece together the sensations of Lyra’s tongue and Big Steel’s dick inside her, she gave no indication. Just like Lyra before her, her eyes clenched shut and her fingers grasped at nothing, eventually finding the comfort of the warm carpeted boards underneath her head. She didn’t need to try to concentrate on the feelings rippling through her body, as interwoven and complex as they were. The forbidden, vaguely uncomfortable sensation of being full up with more inches of animal dick than she could purport to count. The familiar, perfect accompaniment of Lyra’s tongue on the top of her slit, licking and lapping with tiny little movements the way Lyra did, and the occasional long press of her tongue down over the whole of Bonbon’s upper hood, which made her groan extra loud and push her hips back as best she could manage given the restriction of her movement while being so full. The background shame of being naked, sweaty, and bent over a fence like a vessel to be used for the magnificent breeding stallion behind her to fill with his seed. The very idea of the same size load Bonbon had seen on Lyra’s face and tiny tits inside of her instead, filling her up more than she was already full, coating every nook and cranny of her insides with white hot jizz.
Bonbon felt the last thought course through her head out of nowhere, and it excited her so much that she gasped, letting Lyra feel her legs twitch as her body shook in response. Lyra pulled her head away for a moment in surprise at Bonbon’s sudden movement, but was contented after a look up at Bonbon’s scrunched up face, and renewed her attack on Bonbon’s clit with even more emphasis.
Big Steel moved himself further forward with a shaky wiggling of his hooves. Lyra lapped and ran her free hand along her right breast, tweaking her nipple with her fingers. Bonbon bit her tongue in her mouth as the boiling point of her climax neared, spurred on by the electric jolts from between her legs and Big Steel’s size being forced even further inside her and the fact that she was here, like this, persuade by her equinophile girlfriend into just touching, then holding, and now spreading herself open on the giant length of dick she had picked out special for Lyra’s attention.
She felt another shift in position as Big Steel jerked his muscular hips forward. The velocity of his thrust was almost worrying, but his head plunged inside just shy of Bonbon’s inner walls. She tensed around him and felt his stiffness, hard and thick and all at once completely inside her, and shaky as his legs had been, and then she felt it, felt it twitch, with so much force, like it had against his stomach when it had dangled that dollop of precum while she watched, and it twitched again, inside her, up against her cervix, and suddenly Big Steel’s breath was on the back of her neck with his teeth so close to her skin like he was holding her there and then she felt it warm and inside her without warning and Big Steel neighed and whinnied and she felt him shoot, so much, so much she already felt full, but it kept going, spraying inside her, she felt like her stomach was bulging, full up with so much of his cum suddenly inside her and it kept going like a constant spray so full full up with his jizz and oh god she was cumming she was cumming cumming–
“–Nhnh!” was all she could manage as Big Steel’s load began to pour out of her pussy. Her whole body went rigid, and her cunt clenched with a force like a vice around the shaft still shooting inside her. Lyra’s tongue didn’t stop. It increased in intensity as Lyra felt the first splash of cum on her chest as she kneeled below the hidden payload, and she moaned into Bonbon’s clit, sending electric tingles alongside Bonbon’s all-consuming climax. Bonbon’s legs didn’t shake, but simply locked up, and there was still more cum, there was no way she could keep any of it inside, it was like a thick creamy milk coating her insides and she loved every second of it.
Big Steel at last began to go soft. He snorted and began to withdraw himself, and his cock slid out with more ease than it had entered. With it came the flood of his cum that poured out of Bonbon’s still twitching pussy and all over the ground and Lyra’s chest. If Bonbon was a mare she would have winked, but instead contented herself with wordless groaning as quarts of sperm poured out of her, so thick and slimy and shamefully, deliciously arousing for all the wrong reasons. Just thinking about it furthered Bonbon’s paroxysms of convulsive ecstasy, and she finally shook, letting the last drips of cum dribble out from between her puffy lips. She gasped as she felt Lyra’s mouth suddenly between her legs even lower, and then Lyra’s tongue along her slit, lapping up the slippery strands of Big Steel’s load that had been left behind. Bonbon moaned again, low and heady, until Lyra finished her cleanup and crawled out from underneath Bonbon’s pudgy, deeply breathing stomach.
Bonbon didn’t bother to stand. She fell to the side, tumbling without regard into the fluid soaked hay to her right. Lyra kneeled and then laid down with her, catching her like a kid tumbling down a hill and then wrapping her arms around Bonbon’s waist, locking her into a spooning position in the still present sunlight and surprisingly comfortable stable floor.
Several deep, bone-rattling breath shook Bonbon’s chest, making her breasts bounce slightly, before she leaned her head back against Lyra’s shoulder.
“God,” she said, her voice still mostly breathless.
Lyra nodded.
“Told you,” she said.
Bonbon found the strength to raise her left arm and plant her hand on the back of Lyra’s head. She pulled forward and lifted her own face, and the two of them kissed, tilting their heads to the side and finding awkward places for their mouths, but not caring what the angle was as their lips parted, and then their tongues met, snaking around each other and collecting the taste of each other and the salty remnants of Big Steel’s contribution to their body-fluid exchange.
“I love you,” Bonbon said with a dreamy sounding voice, only flirting with the down-to-earth insistence normally carried from her lips.
“I love you too hun,” Lyra responded, and leaned in for another kiss, this time a quick peck on the lips. Bonbon returned the smooch, though her hand clenched on the back of Lyra’s head, grasping at strands of her hair and holding them for a moment like they were an anchor to the moment, and if she held on she might be able to keep Lyra with her there forever.
Eventually Bonbon’s fingers unclenched, and Lyra raised her head, smiling and staring into her lover’s eyes.
The two of them basked in each other’s faces for a moment before closing their eyes together. They both sighed, and sat just like that for a moment, revelling in the soft warmth of their bodies together and the smell of old hay and depraved sex, this time even filthier than normal.
Lyra shifted slightly, and Bonbon opened her eyes half-way, groggily peeking out from behind the darkness that asked to take her away into unconsciousness.
“So,” Lyra said, the hint of a cheshire cat grin at the edge of her mouth, “do you think they do weekly rental rates?”
Bonbon shut her eyes.
Lyra was hers. She was quirky, and deviant, and a little insensitive sometimes, but she was hers.
And Bonbon knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“I’ll ask before we leave,” she said, and settled into Lyra’s body again.
Big Steel whinnied his approval.