Title:           Request
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Tuesday 25th of September 2012 03:32:22 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 25th of September 2012 03:32:22 PM CDT

Bon-Bon was just about ready to lie down and die for the rest of the day. Somehow she'd gotten saddled with a huge load of apples. Apples that she hadn't wanted or asked for. Hell, she didn't even *like* apples.
 
Well, now she was home, and maybe things would be better soon.
 
She sighed and shut the door behind her, before trudging into the kitchen and shoving the apples in the corner. Maybe she'd make apple pie. Or apple strudel. Or apple turnovers...
 
No. No more apples.
 
"Ughh..." she groaned. "Lyra? I'm hooome!"
 
"You're just in time!" called a voice from downstairs. "I was starting to get a little... lonely..."
 
Bon-Bon wasn't going to argue. Sex was just the sort of stress-reliever she needed after that bout of idiocy with the Apple brat. Mustering up what little willpower she had left, she pulled herself up the stairs to their bedroom.
 
Lyra was lying on the way, he back to the door. At the sound of the opening she craned her head, her eyes narrowed seductively.
 
"Aren't you just what I needed to see today?" Bon-Bon asked, hopping over to the bed. "You would not believe what I had to put up with in the marketplace?"
 
"Oh?"
 
"Hope you really like apples."
 
"Well..." said Lyra, kissing her on the nose. "I got something today that I think we'll *both* like."
 
Bon-Bon leaned forward and kissed her. They intertwined on the bed as Bon-Bon planted kisses all over her lover's body. Lyra sat up, her horn lighting. From under the bed floated a box.
 
"What's in it?" Bon-Bon asked, curiously.
 
"Oh, just something I picked up recently..." said Lyra in a faux-nonchalant tone. The box's lid lifted, and out floated a bug rubber... fist.
 
Bon-Bon blinked.
 
"Lyra?" she asked. "What is this?"
 
"Well, think of it like a dildo."
 
"I know what it's used for," said Bon-Bon. "But what *is* it?"
 
"Well, it's, well..."
 
"/Lyra/?"
 
Lyra took a deep breath. "It's a fist."
 
"A fist?"
 
"Yeah. A closed hand."
 
"A hand."
 
Bon-Bon was silent.
 
"You know, like the humans-"
 
"Lyra, we've talked about this before," said Bon-Bon, getting off of the bed. "You can like what you like, but don't try to drag me into your fucked-up fetishes."
 
"It isn't fucked up!" Lyra protested. "They're just like ponies!"
 
"Don't want to hear it," said Bon-Bon, marching out the door. "I'm gonna make some apple pie."