Lyra and Bon Bon Conjoined


                                            >"Bon Bon, pleeeassee?"

                                            >"S-Stop it! I told you I'm not in the mood tonight."

                                            >The right-hand leg shifts uncomfortably as Bon Bon stretches her neck away from Lyra's, though it can't go far enough.

                                            >"Please. I really need this, it's been almost week since I last..."

                                            >The right head on the pony - Bon Bon's head - lets out a sigh and settles back into position.

                                            >One of the many downsides of sharing a body like this is Lyra's unnaturally persistent sex drive; the mares share a set of genitals, so when one head is particularly turned on - as Lyra often is - the other experiences the same tingles of sexual anticipation; the same deeply satisfying tickling feeling of a hoof sliding between the shared set of lips.

                                            >This wouldn't be a problem if Bon Bon wanted to pleasure herself, but the times where she does are far less often that that of her joined companion.

                                            >Growing desperate, Lyra pushes her head over to kiss Bon Bon's cheek, eliciting a gasp and a blush.

                                            >She can't stop the unwanted kisses, and can't stop Lyra from reaching up to sensually nibble on her partner's ear.

                                            >Already there's a tingle between their legs, though it's one that's not welcome for Bon Bon.

                                            >"Quit it! I told you I don't-"

                                            >It's too late, though; Lyra's hoof has already met that sticky warmth, her hoof applying passionate rubs and pokes.

                                            >It heightens Bon Bon's arousal, and she can't stop it.

                                            >"S-Stop!"

                                            >"Just give in to it, Bon Bon. I know you want this, really."

                                            >"I don't want this!"

                                            >She tries to pull herself away but it's no use; both mares feel Lyra's fervent rubbing seize them with a dancing ripple of sexual satisfaction.

                                            >Lyra moans to herself, forcing her hips to rise and fall slowly.

                                            >Bon Bon's tempered excitement spills over against her will; her hind leg wobbles and weakens at Lyra's touch.

                                            >"I know you're feeling what I'm feeling, and I know it feels good."

                                            >Lyra issues another kiss onto her partner's neck, watching her features squeeze together; a rising passion she cannot stop.

                                            >Her hooves shift uncomfortably, but they can't escape the sensations Lyra is forcing her to experience too.

                                            >She's held prisoner in her own shared body, guided towards an orgasm she doesn't want.

                                            >Lyra's hoof knows this horsepussy, though; knows exactly which spots to explore.

                                            >The tip of her digging, unrelenting hoof exposes the pink, pert little rosebud that's hidden away and presses down on it, instilling a wave of pleasure so intense Bon Bon can't help but moan, lips trembling.

                                            >"See? You're enjoying this just as much as I am."

                                            >A hot, steamy breath dares to grace Bon Bon's cheek; she can feel her shared cunt compress in dogged winks; lubricating itself further and further as Lyra's unfamiliar hoof draws along it in carefully tender motions.

                                            >"S-Stop..." Her voice falls away on her tongue, words that want to be uttered go unsaid; trapped in the trembling uncertainty in the back of her throat.

                                            >The room is heavy with the noticeable smell of combined musk; a smell Bon Bon both has ownership over and no relation to.

                                            >Lyra continues to let her steady breaths dance along the head that sits next to her, tongue planting sloppy patches of saliva across her jawline, an attempt to assuage the mare's worries that ultimately only pushes them further. Her legs weaken; struggling to support her under the burden of the disabling sensation.

                                            >The mares' body sinks to the floor, rolling over onto one side as Lyra continues to massage the swelling mound of wet flesh.

                                            >"We're about to c-cum."

                                            >Bon Bon grimaces; it's a feeling she knows is coming but one she cannot stop.

                                            >"N-No!"

                                            >The mare's entire body lets out quivers as they both cum together; a shared experience one wants and the other doesn't.

                                            >After the wave of orgasm has lapsed and abated, the mares lie breathless on the floor.

                                            >"I... h-hate you."

                                            >A trail of saliva rolls along Bon Bon's lower lip, her face turned away, cheeks still hued a deep crimson.

                                            >Lyra is basking in the afterglow; trying to cheer her other half up with more kisses.

                                            >"You're so cute when you're mad."

                                            >"I'm not letting this go, Lyra. Don't make me go order a double cheese and bean burrito again. I don't need to remind you of the last time, do I?"

                                            >The other mare laughs softly.

                                            >"I think I'd deserve it."

                                            >"Don't try me."

                                            >Lyra merely gives her partner another kiss.

                                            >"I'm getting sleepy."

                                            >"Me... too. You're not going to try and... shove something in our asshole in the middle of the night, are you?"

                                            >"I told you I wouldn't do that again."

                                            >"Hmph."

                                            >Dragging themselves up and off the floor, both hazy and muted after their explosive shared climax, the mares head up towards the comfort of bed.