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Bon Bon did not share Lyra’s intrigue in the tall, bipedal creature. She regarded him as a freeloader, a mysterious stranger of no discernable motive, rather than a specimen of keen interest her wife likened him to. Still, rational or irrational, as much as she disliked the man she didn’t want to risk upsetting the mint-green unicorn by denying him a place to stay. She wasn’t that heartless. Still, Lyra’s intense fascination did inspire some jealousy in the candy store clerk, which only heightened her resentment towards the largely-hairless creature.

 

Lyra’s ogling of the human was wrought by a curiosity that she inexplicably discovered within herself. There was nothing quite like him elsewhere. He wore clothes, although out of necessity rather than aesthetic. He could eat meat, like the griffon’s of the East, yet was also content to consume veggies and fruit. And, whilst Lyra knew Bon Bon wasn’t overly fond of him, it didn’t stop her from growing to like him. He made that rather easy. He was kind, warm, and displayed nothing but courtesy and appreciation for being welcomed into their home. Lyra liked having him around. Not just because she could pick at his brain but when her wife was out, attending to her store, he made for beyond-excellent company for her uneventful afternoons.

 

“Smells great!” Lyra lauded him,

 

“Thanks!” he replied, glancing over his shoulder with a toothy grin before resuming his preparations.

 

Bon Bon could do nought but roll her eyes. The fact they were friends now just made their interactions more untenable. Now she could never get him to leave! She looked to Lyra, whose amber hues were, of course, focused on the creature. She sighed. “What are your plans for today?” she inquired, resting her already beleaguered head on her hoof.

 

It took a tad longer for Lyra to hear her question, blinking from a reverie before looking to Bon Bon with flushed cheeks. “Oh, nothing much. I’m playing at the pavilion in the park. A summer’s day weekend and a musical performance. Can you name a better combination?” Lyra beamed.

 

Bon Bon met the unicorn’s smile with one of her own. Her wife had a way of making her enthusiasm for something contagious, be it her music or limited supplies of extra large lollipops at the Sugarcube Corner No matter how deep into a dour mood the earth pony was, she was never out of reach of Lyra’s helping hoof. “Sounds wonderful. Do you expect to pull a big crowd?”

 

“When have I not?” Lyra chortled, puffing out her chest. True, she didn’t rise to the heights of Vinyl Scratch or Octavia when it came to notoriety but within Ponyville she was a household name. “I’ll probably bring in tons of bits!”

 

“Good. We’ll be needing them… especially with three mouths to feed,” she added drily, beneath her breath, hiding her slight frown behind a sly sip of her coffee.

 

He approached the breakfast table soon after, carrying two plates atop the palms of his hands. He laid down Lyra’s plate, a stack of pancakes covered in amber syrup – her favourite. And for Bon Bon, a large puffy omelette laid across a slice of wholewheat toast – her favourite as well. Unfortunately for the man, their reactions couldn’t have been more different.

 

“Looks as good as it smells!” Lyra complimented, sincere and happy with her thick load of pancakes. Her horn glowed as she began to cut into the thick stack, the drippy sweet-smelling syrup bringing a smile to her face. She wasted no time on scoffing them down, her cheeks bulging with thick white dough, her face positively euphoric with appreciation.

 

“Thanks...” Bon Bon offered reluctantly, forcing a smile at his plain but otherwise warm expression, not daring to touch her food until he turned away from them. A cursory glance to Lyra would make her smirk but she didn’t waffle down her food with the same enthusiasm, no matter how much she enjoyed the meal before her…

 

After they finished their respective breakfasts, the human began dutifully washing their plates as they both prepared themselves for their respective days. By nine, both Lyra and Bon Bon strode towards the front door, pressing into each other; enjoying each other’s warmth before being mournfully separated for the day. Lyra carried her pride and joy in a satchel she wore, her signature instrument creating a thick bulging outline in its bag. Bon Bon meanwhile wore an apron, not desiring in any capacity to get toffee or powdered sugar on her coat, or anything else similarly sticky.

 

“Have a good day you two!” the human called from the kitchen, looking over his shoulder at the pair.

 

Much to Bon Bon’s chagrin, Lyra was all too eager to snap back around and meet his eyes with an eager beam. “You too!” Lyra shot back, her hoof raised in some facsimile of the human’s ‘thumbs up’ gesture, which he shot right back at her.

 

Bon Bon pursed her lips at the sight of such camaraderie, squeamishly looking between the two. Whilst he was of an entirely different species and a male on top of that, Bon Bon couldn’t help but feel a pang of worry in her gut. Motivated by this, she reached out for the unicorn’s face, directing her surprised eyes towards her own firm gaze. “Kiss me.”

 

“Wha- mmph!”

 

Bon Bon mashed her lips against Lyra’s, one which she quickly pushed into being more passionate; open-mouthed with more than enough tongue. Lyra’s ensuing loud yet muffled moan was somewhere between pleasant surprise by her wife’s sudden fervour but also a sincere bliss from the pronounced intimacy of it. She tried her best to match Bon Bon’s energy, her cheeks flushing pink as she pushed back against the mare’s lips forcefully, her tongue trying to cover every square inch of her maw. Bon Bon tasted sweet syrup, Lyra tasted butter and eggs. More astute taste buds might have allowed Lyra to pick up on the earth pony’s jealousy….

 

The kiss seemed to last forever but it was only a few moments. Still, by the time their lips were broken both mares were breathing heavily, their irises all but replaced with love hearts. “Where did that come from?” Lyra asked with a purr, moving in closer, almost touching foreheads.

 

Bon Bon glanced over to the human, how arched his brow at her, resuming his cleaning. “Consider it a teaser for tonight,” she answered coyly, gnashing playfully at the unicorn as she headed out the door, flicking her tail provocatively.

 

“C-can’t wait!” Lyra called out to her, following out and closing the door behind her with an accidental slam.

 

The human meanwhile, smiled to himself, listening to the birdsong outside the sunny window...

 

 

 

 

 

Lyra wore a frown as she entered the house. Her arrival home was premature but not as woefully mistimed as thepremature end to one of her harp strings. The golden string was snapped in the middle, the metallic lace plucked a little too hard during a very intense performance. Fortunately, the bits that clinked in her satchel were more than enough to cover the costs of repair but the unicorn couldn’t suppress her sadness at breaking something she held in such high regard.

 

She approached the bottom of the staircase, looking at her instrument sadly, only stopping when her ear flicked at the subtle sound of a door click. Her eyes directed up from her place at the bottom of the stairs on reflex, only to find those same reflexes tragically dulled when the tall bipedal form of the human walked out from the room… the bathroom.

 

He had evidently just gotten out of the shower, entirely absent of clothing. She had never seen him without clothes before, the moment prompting the unicorn to grin humorously despite the blush that graced her cheeks. She knew she should have averted herself but she couldn’t help it. He had stressed how intimate and private such a thing was, a human without clothes, that the only time humans saw each other naked was in the company of parents when young or to a lover. Certainly after informing her of these things he had regained her with tales of ‘nudist beaches’ and ‘nudist colonies’ which sought to gut the squeamishness from nudity, However, Lyra grew to appreciate the meaning behind clothes, although admittedly, she was curious what he looked like without them. Not out of attractiveness or some depraved sexual motive but because he had put such an importance on human nudeness that it was essentially impossible to not stoke some intrigue.

 

At the top of the stairs he was unobscured, a thick white towel too small for him dangling around his neck and down his shoulders. Lyra scanned him without a word, her amber eyes trailing down from his collar bone. She always found him unusual looking but exotic in a sense, pink like a plucked gryphon and less muscular than a minotaur. Yes, her veneer of the human was that he looked ‘strange’ but he was anything but as a character. She observed his bare arms, his chest. They were toned but not as large or hairy like a minotaur. His largely hairless chest and stomach, as well as the twin pink protrusions on his pecs, almost provoked Lyra to giggle. However, her eyes had fallen lower just as she was about to… suddenly humour was the last thing on her mind...

 

Celestia…

 

A silent invoking of a deific name was provoked from the unicorn, the reason why eluded her but one thing was certain, it was mesmerising. Fat, long and veiny, the ivory tusk of a cock that jutted out from his body was unrivalled in its size to any she had seen. Bigger than any stallion she skimmed past in lewd magazines, far more massive than any of the toys she and Bon Bon shared. The human’s dick was intimidatingly large. The swollen pipe rested atop two, orange-sized nuts, the churning cumsacks looked painfully heavy with seed, acting as an obscene cushion for the sceptre that laid over them. Her eyes followed down every obese turgid inch. Unlike a pony, the tip was bulbous, a hint of bright pink flesh peeking out from partially retracted skin. With that thing between his legs and his position at the top of the stairs, the human wasn’t simply ‘tall’ in her eyes any longer, he was a colossus…

 

A man.

 

Pling!

 

Another string snapped on her instrument, the mare holding her breath so tight and so entranced by the man at the top of the stairs that she didn’t realise how much tension she was putting on the strings. She gasped at this, both at the realisation she inflicted yet another injury on her beloved instrument and the fact the human’s piqued brow expression was directed down at her now.

 

“Oh, hey Lyra,” he greeted casually, turning toward the mare, “you’re home early.”

 

“Y-yeah,” she concurred, stuck between looking the human in the eye like a normal pony or continuing to gawk at his slab of veiny dickmeat like a freak. With a gulp and wavering grin, she held up her lyre. “Accident. A-at the park.”

 

“Oh, well I’m sorry about that,” he expressed sincerely, crossing his arms over his chest with a slight downward pull at the corner of his cheek. “Think you can get it fixed? I know how much you love that thing.”

 

There was a pause before Lyra replied. There was something distinctly different about him in the nude, as though clothing was merely a cocoon, hiding the true being beneath them. Even though he didn’t wear it on his expression, he exuded awe-inspiring levels of confidence now, a sureness about himself that Lyra couldn’t even dream of coming close to. She swallowed again, her throat inexplicably dry. “Shouldn’t be h-hard,” she stammered, glancing at his flaccid length. How large was it soft? Seven, eight inches? It was already bigger than the Equestrian average. She forced herself to smile again, hoping he didn’t notice her downward glance. “Should spend a day in the shop at most. I’ll d-drop it off later.”

 

“Oh, that ain’t too bad,” he remarked, rubbing his chin with the end of his thumb, a smile widening on his features. “We could probably spend the day together tomorrow. Three day weekend, ey?”

 

Normally she would have been pumped about spending time with her friend, however at that moment the foreign thought of something else being ‘pumped’ flashed in her head. “Y-yeah, should be great…” she mused, unsure how to read the human’s deepened grin.

 

“It’s a date,” he promised, shooting her a raised thumb, turning from her and disappearing into his room.

 

As he departed, Lyra found her hind hooves giving out, her rear dropping to the floor with a thud as the full weight of what she saw crashed down onto her shoulders. “What the heck was that?” her question was delivered quietly, her throat parched.

 

The experience was paranormal to her. It wasn’t embarrassment or awkwardness that froze her, it was something else, something… indescribable. The unicorn had never, not once, displayed any interest in the fleshy rods betwixt a stallion’s legs. Now? Her thoughts had become conquered by the python that slapped against the human’s thighs. His meaty girth of a flagpole had claimed her prefrontal cortex, throbbing, pumping more obscene thoughts into her subconscious. Of course, Lyra was unaware of the futile fight taking place in her head. She felt warm but that was a given, taking a breath as she stood, resolving to act as nothing had happened at all…

 

If only the human hadn’t noticed her reaction.

 

 

 

 

 

All lights were off in the Bon-Lyra household, all except the dim flicker of a red-hued candle in the bedroom. And, whilst one could hear a pin drop in all other areas of the house, the bedroom was noisy with the sound of wet sloppy kisses and affectionate mewls. The marriage bed was occupied by its owners, passionately writhing and squirming against one another like two magnetic worms, attached seemingly by an invisible bond that kept them intimately close. Despite Lyra’s more bombastic personality, Bon Bon was the more dominant of the two. She pushed down against the unicorn’s lips, wrestling their tongues, often releasing a loving moan down the unicorn’s throat.

 

She pulled away from Lyra’s lips, momentarily halting their oral skirmish with one another. Bon Bon savoured the sight of Lyra, rosy-cheeked and breathless, brushing back a strand of her mane. “Skip foreplay?”

 

“I need to be filled,” Lyra answered, tone imbued with desperation.

 

Bon Bon smirked. She could feel Lyra’s heat on the inside of her thigh. She had been randy ever since her arrival home, like a dog humping her thigh, Lyra wouldn’t leave her side. Of course, Bon Bon was okay with this. The mare’s enthusiasm for her didn’t burn this strongly since their honeymoon days and, an added boon, she spent none of her time with the human. If Bon Bon didn’t know better, she would have thought Lyra was avoiding him. Needless to say, if the promise of sex was all Lyra needed to be kept away from the perfidious human, they would have become rabbits in all but shape.

 

“Right away!” Bon Bon’s acceptance was as prompt as her departure from the bed, the candy store mare rushing to submerge herself halfway under the bed to fetch the aptly named ‘lewd box’.

 

Lyra watched with bated breath as her wife pulled out a discreet black box that one time housed a small shipment of chocolates. It seemed appropriate that the candy of love housed the appropriate apparatus to facilitate said, love. Whilst Bon Bon prepared herself, Lyra’s hoof found itself massaging circles around her winking love nub, trying to alleviate the unbearable heat that had been fanning itself ever warmer since her encounter with the human that afternoon. Her love canal tried to squeeze around some phantom length, her mare-nectar leaking out enough juice to quench the thirst of ten ponies. It filled her with frustration. She found her hoof unsatisfactory. Even discreet play with one of her toys did nought to aid her with the carnal itch with which she was infected. Hot and horny, hardly the most threatening of conditions but Lyra hoped some force behind a thick silicone cock would be enough to vanquish it.

 

She turned onto her belly, watching Bon Bon closely as she adorned the piece of fuck-ware, the sight of which was arousing in of itself. Two straps up her hind legs with a belt that clicked together at her haunches but that wasn’t the end of it. The harness was double-sided. Bon Bon gave a pleasured sigh when the simplistic, blunted phallus sank with ease into her moist snatch, hooking downwards to press against her g-spot. It was designed as such that thrusts from the top would drive the toy against her most pleasurable switch as she delivered bliss unto wife. She wasn’t finished yet, From the box, she withdrew a six-inch, stubby little imitation of a stallionhood. It was large enough to bring a mare to orgasm whilst also allowing the earth pony to get a bit rougher should Lyra desire it. Bon Bon knew Lyra to be fragile, a sweet little flower she needed to be delicate with. She slotted the toy into its slot and turned back to face the unicorn, eager to fuck her sexy wife. However, she was given pause by the face Lyra wore. She looked… dissatisfied.

 

“You okay? You seem preoccupied?” Bon Bon asked, managing to wear a straight face despite the phallus lodged inside of her.

 

“Could you…” Lyra trailed off, wearing her embarrassment clearly on her face. She felt dirty just thinking about it, sealing her lips.

 

“What?” Bon Bon pressed, stepping closer to the bed.

 

“The b-bigger one?” Lyra squeaked, lips pursing; wishing that she was under the blankets so she could hide her face from her wife’s surprised eyes.

 

Bon Bon almost recoiled, her shock immense. A hoof went to her chin, rubbing it. “How big?”

 

Lyra swallowed, head trembling as the lewd thoughts jumbled around like loose laundry. “The biggest.”

 

“The biggest? I have a normal-sized one that’s a little thick-”

 

“B-bigger,” Lyra interrupted with subdued enthusiasm, grinding her thighs together, her twat aching to be stretched.

 

“Bigger?” Bon Bon mused incredulously, itching the back of her neck. “The only bigger one we have is the gag gift Berry bought us for as a wedding-”

 

“Yes!” Lyra exclaimed, eyes smouldering with a lusty fire. “Perfect.”

 

Bon Bon blinked. Just when she thought the musician had run out of surprises…

 

Rather reluctantly, Bon Bon detached the reasonable, below-average phallus and reached for the much larger and until now, untouched silicone cock that lined one wall of the box to the very other. She struggled to even heft the faux-appendage out from the box, the unreasonably thick and detailed black pony-dick made even Bon Bon blush with how lifelike it was. In truth, being the staunch lesbian she was, she found the level of detail somewhat offputting. In the end, it was just another reason on the already high pile of reasons why she never entertained using it. Upon opening it the two mares shared a hearty laugh and it was hidden away, the only stopping it from becoming intimate with the rubbish was out of sentiment. As she slotted the obscene marital aid beneath her, the phallus hanging low due to its sheer weight, Bon Bon tried her best to ignore how keen Lyra was on following it, practically salivating.

 

Bon Bon reproached the bed, the weight of her new appendage was noticeable in her gait. “Oookay, it’s on, now are you sure-”

 

“Use it on me, I want this,” Lyra assured with a hungry tone, eyes glued to the silicone member.

 

Bon Bon screwed her face up. It was clear to her that Lyra wanted this… but why? The questions would need to be saved for later, Bon Bon still had a toy squirming against her g-spot with every slight movement; plateauing at the middle point between arousal and care.

 

Lyra enthusiastically presented her sodden cunt to Bon Bon’s wary eyes as she climbed up onto the mattress. The earth pony mare slithered then atop the unicorn, her own confusion over her wife’s sudden enthralment washing away in saliva they exchanged as they fought with their tongues. Lyra wrapped her hooves around her wife’s neck, pulling her deeper into the wet sloppy kiss. To Lyra, Bon Bon was about to give her the filling she so deeply craved. Yet, she found her face tightening in frustration as Bon Bon tried clumsily to prod at Lyra’s winking hole, only achieving a graze against her inner thigh. Lyra tried to angle her hips to take it, although whenever she angled left Bon Bon manoeuvred right and vice versa. However, Bon Bon’s ineptness at utilising the massive silicone rod was beginning to grate on the unicorn, Without breaking the kiss to voice this, Lyra’s horn glowed as she enshrouded her wife’s dock, gently putting her in the right place. Finally, she shivered with anticipation as the thick phallus made contact with her eager slit, her wife prodding her experimentally,

 

Bon Bon broke the kiss, her breathing quickened. “I’m going to s-stick it in, are you-”

 

“Just do it already!”

 

Bon Bon just rolled her eyes, pushing her lips back against Lyra’s impatient frown. Bon Bon steadily and slowly applied a gentle pressure against the soaking love canal, steadily easing herself into Lyra, If the cock were real, Bon Bon would have felt the intense heat of Lyra’s pussy, her arousal smouldering. She pushed apart her lips with one solid thrust, embedding the tip of the soda-can thick cock into Lyra’s twat. The unicorn froze like a statue, her marehood cleft by the toy’s thickness. She had been waiting all day for this moment. Bon Bon plunged deeper, scraping against her sensitive pink walls, splitting her apart all the way to her womb. Lyra was… she was…

 

Dissatisfied.

 

She was supposed to feel good, yet her mind couldn’t escape the fact that the thing inside of her was fake. Cold silicone, too soft and flexible. It wasn’t forcing her apart so much as it squeezed into her comfortably. However, the toy alone wasn’t to blame. Lyra’s silence was an assurance that Bon Bon could go harder, yet Bon Bon at her hardest didn’t even come close to making the ten inches of fake dickmeat feel pleasurable. Bon Bon wasn’t fucking her with the faux-cock, she was simply using it as a tool, and to Lyra there was indeed a difference between the two. Her wife refused to impale her fully, clumsily moving back and forth in and out around a quarter of the way in, the toy in her own quim driving her closer and closer to orgasm.

 

Lyra’s face tightened as she raised her hind legs around Bon Bon’s waist, forcing her to delve deeper, feeding her canal every inch she could, the tip pushing against her cervix. Bon Bon perceived this as Lyra’s ever-approaching orgasm, smiling as she deepened the kiss between them, driving the fake pillar deeper and deeper. Despite how full her pussy was stuffed, she still felt inexplicably hollow at her core. She felt Bon Bon drive the toy harder and faster into her taut slit, breaking the kiss to moan shamelessly into the air, digging her hooves into the sheets as she arched her back.

 

"Yes! Yes!" She moaned, her hips spasming as she delivered the last few pleasurable thrusts into Lyra’s twat. Bon Bon’s own marehood tightened around the small toy impaled into her, digging into her g-spot. Descending into ecstasy, marecum squirted out of her quivering snatch as she buried the fake rod into her squirming wife.

 

Lyra moaned, although it was hollow, empty. Her body didn’t lie, however. Her pussy didn’t squeeze to milk the phantom cock nor did a small cascade of juice pour from her fuckhole. Lyra didn't even feel close to joining her lover in blissful orgasm. The thoughts were assuaged until now, her mind helplessly envisioning the behemoth of meat between the legs of the human just down the hall. She couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel, a warm, pumping pillar of masculinity being driven deep, in and out, over and over until those sloshing nuts were ready to unload into her. The thoughts revolted her to an extent, making her feel guilty and wrong but like before, her body didn’t lie in its reaction, squeezing instinctively around the fake dick lodged deep within her...

 

Bon Bon sagged, resting her weight atop Lyra as she regained her bearing. She shimmied her hips backwards, plopping the fake cock out of Lyra’s gaping cunt, where it rested wet between the unicorn’s thighs. After a while she looked at her wife, smiling demure and satisfied. “Was it… was it good?”

 

Lyra forced herself to smile. "Ah… Yes. S-so good…" she replied, hoping an excess of pants would hide her deceitful tone; wrapping her hooves around her marefriend's crest.

 

Bon Bon smiled down at her, a little pleased with herself, wrapping her hooves around her lover as well; falling to her side. "I love you, Lyra," she cooed affectionately, planting a tender kiss on the unicorn’s cheek. snuggling against her lover as she slowly drifted away to sleep.

 

For Lyra, her mind awash with dick, his dick. It deprived her of sleep, her thighs grinding together as her dark green lips turned blue with unquenched lust…

 

She hugged Bon Bon tightly as she chased sleep, finally catching it in the very early hours of the next day.

 

 

 

 

 

Bon Bon, for the first time in a long time, wore a smile at the breakfast table. It was anyone’s guess why. It might have been last night’s wonderful session of lovemaking or the fact she had a short workday today. Although, in all probability, it was likely due to Lyra’s gaze. For once since his arrival, Lyra ignored the human. She sat quietly across from her, her lips pursed and her eyes downcast as a red reigned on her cheeks. Bon Bon saw the face of a demure mare too timid to look her lover in the face, unable to meet the eyes of the mare who so thoroughly pleased her. She was smug about that possibility, more assured than ever about her sexual prowess. Maybe all it took was a night of rough love to knock Lyra’s priorities straight. She further considered the very real possibility that’s all it would take is another bout of great sex to get her to finally be rid of the human...

 

Bon Bon was wrong, of course.

 

Lyra refused to look at Bon Bon out of guilt, her downward gaze merely a desperate manoeuvre to not exacerbate it. It was also an act meant to stave off the temptation of a glance. Before, her looks were out of interest, curiosity, wondering what he was thinking. Now, fought with herself not to look, not to look at the probable bulge running down his leg. She doubted anything could contain his one-eyed python, the hoof-thick rod of his masculinity, the-

 

She tightened her jaw, quieting her head. The thoughts were beginning to worry her, how inescapable they were. She had only slept with mares, a lesbian, a filly-fooler, yet her head was now that of a cock-addicted slut. Was it the organ’s effect on her, or merely a breakneck escalation of their cordial relationship? Her curiosity to explore this question, to explore him, became ever more pronounced. A threesome was a faithful solution but she knew Bon Bon wouldn’t agree to it - she disliked dicks and detested the human, her feelings about him unspoken but blatantly obvious.

 

Lyra gave a deep sigh and sagged her shoulders. What was she going to do with herself?

 

Eventually, like always, the human placed their breakfasts at the table before he went back to the counter to clean up. Lyra eyed her sweet, syrupy pancakes, the dripping thick liquid made her salivate on most occasions. Now? Her mouth was bone dry.

 

“What’s wrong?” Bon Bon asked with concern as she picked at her half-eaten food, her good mood ensuring she would actually finish one of his breakfasts for a change. “You’ve hardly touched your breakfast…”

 

“Oh it’s nothing,” Lyra responded with a sigh, trying to force herself to give Bon Bon a reassuring grin.

 

“It doesn’t take a genius to tell something’s wrong, just a wife who loves you. Your plate would be empty by now if this was any other day, is something wrong?.” Bon Bon asked in a measured tone, a caring but cautious grin coming to her face. She then leaned in close, a trace of guilt appearing on her features. “I wasn’t too rough with you last night, was I?”

 

Lyra recalled her disappointment, the emptiness she felt during as well as long after; her forced smile deepening. “No, no, not at all,” she answered honestly, a bit thankful she was able to tell the truth for a change. “Really babe, it’s nothing. I’m just not hungry, I swear.”

 

Bon Bon pursed her lips, not very satisfied with her answer but accepting it anyway. “Okay then… but no complaints about an empty stomach when I get home, alright?”

 

Lyra grinned, relieved that Bon Bon - who was usually clung to an issue until she was satisfied - dropped it, giving a few fervent nods. “Promise.”

 

Bon Bon snorted quietly in amusement, giving a slight roll of her eyes. All it took was the mention of her return home to get the unicorn lively again. She glanced at the human, his back hunched over the sink, smug with a possibility that his time in their home was now limited...

 

After breakfast, Bon Bon readied to make her leave, adorning her apron and making her way to the front door. Like always, Lyra clung to her side, knowing that the two would be separated for a good few hours before seeing one another again. The two shared a deep kiss, as was the norm, their tongues partaking in a friendly spar before the earth pony mare departed - once more, making salacious promises for the night to come.

 

With the click of the shut door, Lyra began chewing the inside of her cheek. She was now alone… alone with him. She looked over her shoulder, the man still washing the few remaining plates as always. She gulped. The fact she had some measure of doubt about herself was tearing her up on the inside. She couldn’t even force the image of her wife to blot him out, his silhouette casting a very wide shadow over each and every part of her mind. She needed to fix her head, fix it now!

 

“Just the two of us, huh?” he called from the kitchen, scrubbing the final unwashed plate.

 

“Y-yep, just the two of us!” she confirmed, calling back, rooted in place.

 

“We could slap on a movie or two before Bon Bon gets back I reckon,” he proposed, looking over his shoulder, grinning like he always did. “Maybe a board game? We can have some real fun before she gets back.”

 

“Yeah, f-fun…” she replied unsurely to his proposition, her mind too deep in the gutter.

 

“Great!” he beamed, depositing the final plate on the dish rack. “Gonna shower first though, if that’s okay with you.”

 

“Hmm-hmm,” Lyra nodded with an especially tight jaw, head filled with the memories of just the day prior.

 

Lyra followed him as he left the kitchen and ascended quickly up the stairs, already pulling his shirt off over his head. She took a few timid steps forwards, giving her the view of the man disappearing into the bathroom. Soon after she could hear the rushing of water...

 

Not long after he started showering, Lyra felt compelled to creep up the stairs, driven by her newfound and insatiable curiosity. Like a cat, she hugged the ground in a sly crawl, eventually stopping outside the bathroom door. Whilst in her low position, her features pulled back into a grimace, doubt nipping at her hooves. It was all too tempting for her. The door was slightly ajar, so he wouldn’t even know if she opened it a smidge further. The sound of the cascading waters would even hide any potential squeak from the hinges. It was the perfect opportunity! She started chewing the inside of her cheek, the image of the big, fat and juicy man-dick was irremovable from her thoughts. To see it dangling, dripping wet, barely concealed from her eyes by a thin layer of steam...

 

One last look… just one… then I don’t need to think about it again! Promise!

 

With a hastily made justification in mind, Lyra gave the door the gentlest of touches before sliding her head through the open crack. Her eyes settled on the shower cubicle, the glass doors once upon a time made Lyra anxious over privacy concerns but now she couldn’t give enough praises to Bon Bon for insisting upon them.

 

Standing there, naked and completely bare, was the human. He stood, relaxed, under the shower head, his back unfortunately to the door as he lathered his body with soap and suds. She could see the slight bumps of his spine, his broad shoulders, even his firm buttocks, yet none of those came even close to satisfying her appetite. He stood there, rubbing his hands across his upper body and arms, lathering his hair. She began to grind her teeth, silently pleading for him to turn, anything, to give her just a crumb of his cock. She was so close to seeing it again, anxiety started to build up in her stomach, her body becoming jittery with nerves. The longer she went without seeing it the closer she got to barking the order at him, to rush in there and force him to present himself. The need was distinctly feral yet she was past the point of worrying about its effect on her, she just needed to see it, one last time, like she promised! Her head became a slew of desperate prayers, nonsense incantations and needy oaths...

 

Please, please, please, Faust! I need to see it! Just one last time, I beg you!

 

Then quiet…

 

Her prayers were answered.

 

For whatever reason, he turned, one arm raised whilst the other rubbed suds into his pit. Lyra saw the passive expression on his face, yet her decision to look at his head first was but a mistake caused by her own sense of euphoria. She felt her breathing stop as her eyes descended...

 

And there it was.

 

His big human cock. Even through the glass there was no mistaking the thick perfection, the cylindrical glory and pair of rotund nuts dangled low from his lap, heavy under their own immense weight. The first time she looked at it at the top of the stairs, shock overcame her. Now? It was admiration that fuelled her gaze. It was just as perfect as she remembered it, beastly big and alluringly exotic. She began to salivate, her heart racing in her chest. Now that she could watch without suspicion, she absorbed every detail she could. For the first time she could see the subtle upward curve towards the bulbous tip, or the thick rounded spine that went from the base to the tip - the urethra, no doubt. Every part of it looked designed to stretch and deliver pleasure, and she couldn’t help but imagine how easily the upward curve could ram into her g-spot on every hammer-like pound of his hips. She almost wanted to chastise herself for going even further into infidelity with her thoughts but that’s all they were, right? Thoughts. She was still faithful to her wife, still a lesbian. What happens in the brain, stays in the brain...

 

“Lyra?”

 

Her eyes shot out of her head, his probing voice yanking her from the scandalous fantasy. Her eyes shot up, meeting his. Both remained completely still, the human holding his hand on his outstretched arm as hot water continued to course down his body; Lyra kept rooted to the floor - a deer in the headlights.

 

After a moment, he was the first to make a move out of the two. One hand went to the tap, the other to the door. For the life of her, Lyra didn’t know why she remained still and quiet. He stopped the shower and he opened the glass door. She couldn’t stop herself from stealing another look of his perfect breeding stick, the perfect phallus looking even more alluring without a thin sheen of wet glass obscuring it.

 

“I knew it wasn’t just the look of surprise on your face,” he remarked, confident and smirking.

 

Lyra said nothing, unsure of what to make of his statement. She just kept staring, unable to tear her eyes away.

 

“Ya know, since I was among ponies, I thought I’d fit right in. Although from the look on your face, I guess I’d have a hard time fitting in anywhere, huh?” he mused in a quipping fashion, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “Are you even listening to me right now?”

 

“Huh?” she blinked, barely hearing what he was saying, brought deeper into her enthralment the closer he got.

 

“Psh. You can’t even tear your eyes away. If I knew it’d have this effect on ya, I would’ve whipped it out sooner,” he jested, chuckling to himself as he took a step closer towards the stupefied filly. “I took a risk not hiding it at the top of the stairs. I didn’t know it’d practically be hypnotic.”

 

When he finished speaking, he flexed it, the slight swell and raise did a good job of showing off its impressive weight. Lyra flinched, although kept her eyes wide open, not wanting to even miss a second of it in motion. After a moment, she shook her head, glancing up at him. “H-huh, what? Did you say something?”

 

He rolled his eyes, gesturing down at her. “I said: Do you want it?”

 

Yes!

 

“No!” she blurted in retort to the answer which screamed in her mind, reeling backwards. Using the last of her non-cockriddled sanity, Lyra tore herself from the human’s sceptre.

 

She galloped to the adjacent side of the hallway. The bedroom door flew open, then it was slammed closed, Lyra panting with her back to it. It all happened so quickly that she gave her brain enough time to encourage her into accepting his proposition. Unfortunately, it was too fresh in her mind - the floppy, cumbersome prick.

 

Her hooves flew to her head, expression locked into a regretful wince, trying to simultaneously justify her refusal of his offer whilst at the same time trying to argue for it. In her head, she experienced the last battle between her morality and her newfound cocklust. Her face became red with intense, internal struggle, her eyes and mouth clenched shut in concentration.

 

The battle was already lost.

 

When she opened her eyes, gasping for air, she found herself face down on the bed, completely unaware of how she got there. This prompted her eyes to widen in immediate realisation, looking over her shoulder just in time to see the door creak open - the silhouette of the human standing in her doorway, eyes boring into her with a knife-sharp smile on his countenance.

 

When he walked into the light, he was still wet, her eyes falling down helplessly to his glistening spear, his giant fleshy lollipop - its flavour unknown but Lyra was helplessly curious about its taste. She hastily turned towards him, not wishing to mistake her position as an invitation - she immediately regretted that too.

 

“I didn’t quite hear what you said,” he said, approaching the bed with a newly seen swagger. “So I’ll ask again: Do you want it?”

 

No, don’t Lyra, don’t!

 

“Y-yes,” she finally admitted, heart racing behind her ribcage; not even feigning a degree of dignity. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

 

“Well, I could help with that,” he offered as he continued his slow, tension-building approach. “What do you want to do with it?”

 

Lyra gulped. The eight inches of dick get ever closer, the human rooting himself at the foot of the bed, putting it well within reach. “I… I want to feel it,” she admitted timidly, the mare’s curious hooves fidgeting against one another as she began to unconsciously shimmy towards him.

 

“Then touch it,” he consented, gesturing arms wide as a smile unseen by Lyra appeared on his face.

 

Her nostrils flared as she shimmied herself to the foot of the bed, stopping, leaving just a few inches of space between herself and his hanging dickmeat. All the closing of distance did was inflame her interest in the tool, her eyes tracing over every bumpy vein and the subtle wrinkles of unstretched flesh. Despite how jittery and excited she was, her hoof was raised slowly and apprehensively, her pupils expanding until the very moment her frog touched against the base - a lungful of air escaping her lungs. The flesh was soft and spongy, but the slightest of presses revealed the rock hard middle. Swallowing back her nervousness, she began a slow trace downwards with the tip of her hoof. Even flaccid, it was impressively rigid and hot under her hoof. Were all dicks like this, or just his? She wanted to inspect it further, satisfy her curiosity before her lust but the movement of her hoof was all the stimuli needed for her to feel the slight pump of blood beginning to swell his dorsal veins, his mighty dick twitching in appreciation.

 

“It gets bigger…” Lyra whispered her disbelief aloud, her mouth open in awe as she watched it swell and thicken, elongating right before her very eyes. It was a mesmerising sight, one which she shuffled a bit backwards to marvel in its obscene entirety.

 

Nine… ten… eleven… twelve!? Lyra wouldn’t believe it if she weren’t looking at it herself. The full length and thickness of his turgid weapon were outright unreal, grossly rotund with a length that provoked a phantom pain in her loins. Fully erect, the human’s vascular member sprouted a bright pink crown as the skin was pulled back - the shape not too dissimilar to a mushroom cap. Every few moments in coincidence with a pronounced throb, his tip would swell just a smidge larger before resting at its normal, intimidating size. She didn’t know what amazed her even more, the fact it was so big or that it managed to even point itself at her despite the immense weight, only pointing slightly downwards from eye level. Unprompted, she reached towards it once again, both hooves find a spot on the hoof-thick dick. A curious squeeze revealed that its prior hardness was nothing in comparison to the diamond-hardness of its erect state. His tool could have been used as a bludgeon.

 

Lyra was both afraid yet helplessly enamoured with it, her thighs grinding together in a failed attempt to assuage her ever-growing arousal. Instead of sending a hoof down her own body to satisfy her lusts, she devoted both of her hooves to stroke up and down the human’s turgid shaft. She could make herself neglect such a glorious slab of flesh, the sublime rod twitching against her frantic yet devoted ministrations. She didn’t feel worthy of satisfaction, not whilst the human’s twitchy jizz hose was in dire need of relief. It was only when she saw the first sticky bead of pre squeeze itself from the engorged crown did she dare think of doing something else.

 

“Can I taste it? Please. Please! I want it in my mouth,” she pleaded, her mouth salivating in the sight of such succulent meat, the large tip calling to be enveloped.

 

The human’s eyes widened, lips pursed into some degree of muted surprise. Rather than a direct reply, she felt his fingers wrap around her mane. She barely had time to look up at his sultry grin before her full lips were forcibly pressed against the leaky tip of his cock. He smeared her lips with his salty essence before her jaw parted to allow him into the wet sanctity of her maw.

 

Lyra immediately felt the excess strain on her jaw as the first few inches slipped past her lips. It came to rest on her tongue, the flavour of his musky pre-combined with the texture of his flesh made her body convulse with a perverse bliss. She soon forgot about the ache of her jaw, even as he attempted to drive even more inches past her teeth. She could feel the thick underside of his cock scrap against her teeth, the dorsal veins on the roof of her mouth. With every inch fed into her mouth she was able to memorise the location of every plump vein, her tongue trying desperately to cover every inch. By the time his cock head prodded the back of her throat, an excess of tears fell down her cheeks, provoked by pain and shortage of breath.

 

“It’s not gonna fit,” he grunted, his lingers still wrapped tightly around her mane.

 

No!

 

That didn’t please her in the slightest. Over the cries of panic in her head, there was a need within her that cried out even louder. Rather than pull away, she started to force herself against the dick, trying her hardest to pop the ridged crown down her gullet. She wanted to make a pussy out of her throat, to drain his huge plump balls dry and fill her gut. He didn’t stop her, even with her strangled gasps and gags, she kept at it, until…

 

Pop!

 

His bulbous tip slotted into her throat, breaking some barrier, creating an obscene outline of his crown just below the jawline in her neck. Triumph reigned over pain and breathlessness, and whilst she didn’t seek to remedy either of those other two, the human sought to reward her in some fashion.

 

“Holy crap,” he commented quietly.

 

In one swift motion he yanked his phallus from her maw, where the first few inches glistened with a gossamer-like sheen of Lyra’s spit. The mare sagged, panting and being just in her greed for air. It might have been the momentary lack of oxygen but she couldn’t remember the next few seconds. Namely, how she ended up on her back, her head towards the bedroom door with the human’s immense sack weighing down on her chest, the tip of his cock kissing her lips.

 

His hands were relying on the bedposts for balance, her shallow breaths provoking twitches and pre his foot-long monster. Even the mere contact of her lips was enough to make it buck and throb, eager to fill the unicorn’s mouth cavity. Lyra was quick to act once she regained her bearings, kissing and licking at the tip with carnal adore, his flavour addicting. However, she knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with the lollipop-treatment, for soon after he pushed himself into her, hitting the back of her throat where he continued going.

 

It angled and snaked down her windpipe, clogging her airways. Despite choking, her tongue diligently stroked and pressed into his titanic erection as she consumed it, his dong finally stopping once his balls pressed into her chin. To Lyra this felt right. Her mouth was a fitting holster for his meaty weapon, her sheer commitment to this fact dulling if not outright killing her gag reflex so that she may better serve as a second home for his fuck-bludgeon. After a moment he withdrew, her puppy-like mewls sending pleasant vibrations up his dick. It was when the tip rested on her tongue, and her nostrils could inhale the dense scene of his musk – as well as life saving air – did he resume fucking her face.

 

There was no other act of degradation that could compare to a superior male using her face for his own pleasure. She had short windows to breath through her nostrils before his elephantine erection would plunge deep down, his pre not having to travel far before it ended up in her stomach – an appetiser for what was to come. As he ploughed her maw, she could feel the bump of every vein, and the slight tense and swell that accompanied every thrust made her pussy squeeze taut in longing. Not too long after the abuse started, did her hooves curl around the sheets. Disbelief joined her euphoria, her thighs pressing together as she squirted out femcum onto her thighs; climaxing from his relentless violation of her mouth-pussy.

 

“I’m going to fill you to bursting,” he remarked between his drives, leaving less and less of a window for her to fill her lungs as he picked up his pace.

 

“Mmmph!” Lyra encouraged with muffled praise around his fuck hammer, desiring the first taste of his thick creamy nut-butter.

 

Her eyes rolled into the back of his head when he hilted balls deep down her throat, remaining there as his dick swelled even further, forcing her throat and jaw even further apart as his balls flexed against her chin. She could feel the weight of each and every rope of his thick goopy seed drop into her belly. Thousands of potential foals gone just to sate her carnal appetite, dining on the human’s lust just to satiate her own. One… four… nine! Just as black began to creep at the edges of her vision, his still pulsating meatstick slid out from her throat, still spurting jizzism on her tongue and down her throat; still leaking the thick white essence over her lips and jaw.

 

Lyra groaned. Inhaling through her nose, she devoted her mouth to rolling his semen over his tongue. The taste was salty with just a hint of sweetness – a pony diet doing wonders for the flavour of his spunk. Despite the speed of his hips, the human didn’t seem the slightest bit fatigued by the endeavour. Down her chest, he dragged his still impossibly rigid dick; leaving a trail of sticky white slime until his chest was in line with hers – eye to eye.

 

Just as she regained her faculties, her own tongue having cleaned her mouth of his piping hot load, a new intruder quickly forced its way past her lips.

 

Her eyes opened wide in alarm before they settled, the mare trying her best to reciprocate his controlling kiss. Kissing him wasn’t like kissing Bon Bon. He seized full control immediately, his larger tongue trying to force its way down into her oesophagus as his hands roamed and molested her soft body uncontested. He stroked her full belly, even lower he tweaked the teats on of her subtle crotch-mounds. However, his hands came to settle on her plump plot, his fingers squeezing her ass, kneading her like dough as his manhood twitched against her belly; the warmth of his pre trickling onto her stomach. It only strengthened her longing to feel his girth stretching her cunt.

 

When the kiss was broken, the human wasted no time in flipping her over aggressively; her stomach slightly distended by the sheer amount of cum in her belly. With how clouded her mind was with arousal, she instinctively flagged her tail aside for him; revealing her winking, sodden entrance to his randy yet approving growl.

 

“Please fuck me. I’m yours now! I don’t want to have sex with mares or ponies anymore, I just want your big human dick!” she begged with carnal fervour, her mouth parted for shallow pants; drowning in cocklust.

 

He almost seemed to ignore her, fixated on her glistening plump pony lips, her bright pink insides revealed to his focused eyes on every clitoral wink. His hands planted themselves on her ass again, his thumbs stretched to tug apart her plump labia, her love canal exposed to his smouldering gaze. He smirked. “You look tight. I’m going to fix that.”

 

Before Lyra could let out an excited coo, the human wrapped his fingers around the dock of her tail, forcibly raising her ass up, lining his throbbing cock with her soaked cunt. She tried to stand but found herself unable, her legs too shaky and unreliable. She felt him prod and tease at the entrance, the anticipation alone almost enough to bring her to an explosive climax. Finally, she felt her folds part for his bulb-like tip, a long pleasured groan sounding from her throat as she felt herself split in two for her immense girth.

 

Then, instead of easing himself into her, she was given no time to acclimate, he shoved as much of his manhood into her as he was willing. Over half of his cock suddenly vanished as it was plunged into her snug moist cavern, her soft velveteen walls provoked a pleasured grunt from the human. The molten cock sheath desperately tried to clamp around him, yet it was futile, the man too huge in girth and too liberally covered with lube – spit, pre and her mare juices combining into the only mixture capable of such a huge cock so slippery.

 

Lyra’s brain fizzled from this, her feminine valley afflicted with the spasms of a long overdue filling, a strangled gasp of pleasure croaked from her throat as her hind legs became numb and she was wrought with yet another mind shattering orgasm. His thrust was like being struck with mjolnir, a cataclysmic deliverance of the human’s carnality. His dick didn’t even come close to fitting inside of her, and along his every inch there was a dull pain to accompany but Lyra couldn’t care less. It hurt so good to have his member stretch her out, melding and warping her into the perfect little human cock sleeve.

 

“Yes!” Lyra croaked in ecstasy, her behind squirming and rolling against him as she tried to get used to the massive intrusion inside of her. “More! Please!”

 

Rather than withdraw he fed more of himself in, Lyra’s hind-legs instinctively parting as her pussy consumed more inches. Just as it was in her mouth and throat, she remembered the placement of every vein, even where the urethra was thickest. Soon she felt him press against the entrance to her womb. She felt her heart quicken as his grip around her dock tightened, the pressure on her cervix building as some part of her braced for the ensuing pain. His thick phallic trunk pushed against her, slowly and slowly until…

 

“Ah!” Lyra’s exclamation came out both pleasured and pained as she felt the entrance to her uterus get violated by his member. She felt beyond full with him in there but longed to feel even fuller. “Pummel by uterus! Breed me! It belongs to you!”

 

With her devoted cries, the human acquiesced. With a final primal ram, he slid himself to the hilt inside of her, prodding the back-most wall of her womb with the tip of his blunt pink spearhead; smearing her incubator with pre, an obscene mark of ownership if there ever was one. At the same time, his pendulous balls smacked against her clit, reminding the mare of the gooey white load that roiled and churned in eager wait to fill her, to make her a human brood sow. Atop that, feeling every single inch of him throb and twitch within him, smouldering hot and alive was a sensation unlike any other. She scarcely had a moment to savour it before he withdrew several inches of his fuckmeat, his very thick erection pulled from her womb and the inches that were exposed once again to the air of the bedroom were covered in a thin glistening layer of Lyra’s nectar.

 

However, his thick obelisk didn’t remain outside of her was too long. He slammed it inside of her twitching hole again, only this time there wasn’t any pause. Just as quickly as it disappeared it was revealed again... and again... and again!

 

Plap, plap, plap!

 

Soon Lyra was reduced to nought more than a brain-fizzled, drooling shell of a mare as the human’s hips smashed into her ass, fucking her pony puss with all the vigour and finesse of a superior mate. Her body did two things on autopilot: moaning and clenching. With every readied thrust he was sure to pull out some of her canal, her cunt squeezing and flexing around him for dear life. Every smooth glide he made inside of her was just one cascade of bliss after the next, her fuckhole drooling as much juice as she did saliva out of her mouth. She wanted to worship his every errant twitch, to suckle on each of the fingers pressing into her. She wanted to do so much more but selfishly she let him violate her femininity. Every few drives of his manhood she tried limply to meet his hips but bliss weakened her to a state of extreme laxness, and her voice came out as a gargle when she intended to let loose a zealous cry for him to never stop. She was so lost in the pleasure that Bon Bon never even entered her head. The mare with whom she had spent many years with, was but a distant wisp of a memory in her head. Possible futures, dreams and hopes, were nothing in comparison to man slamming himself against her plush ass, his balls slapping against her mound on every deep plunge of his titan cock...

 

Click.

 

 

 

 

 

Bon Bon was not one for spontaneity but she couldn’t get the situation at home off her head. Lyra, all by herself, with a human who she appeared to be growing ever more uncomfortable with. She was eager to come to her wife’s rescue, perhaps earn a little gratitude in return. Yes, it would be lie if she claimed her motives were purely innocent. Last night was the best sex of her life, and she hoped to capture that same raw fire in Lyra once again, the human be damned – he could watch for all she cared, so long as he knew who was the boss of the house...

 

“Lyra?” she called out as she entered the home, the chuff grin she wore faltering by the second.

 

Kitchen? Empty. Living room? Desolate. As she neared the stairs, her ears twitched. A low hum and a constant… thudding? If she didn’t know better she would have surmised it to be the sound of an action movie. Although as she climbed the stairs her suspicion climbed higher, the hum turned to a low unceasing feminine moan, the thudding that of something banging in constant rhythm against the wall…

 

And it was all coming from her bedroom.

 

She hurried to the door, deafening herself to the sounds until her hoof pushed down on the handle.

 

Click.

 

“Lyra! What’s going-”

 

Her voice died in her throat.

 

Within an instant, Bon Bon felt her heart plummet into a deep pit of pure demise.

 

Her brain didn’t know what to focus on first, a coping measure to delay acknowledging it for as long as possible. She discovered the source of the banging. The headboard of their marital bed was rocking back and forth from the sheer intensity of what was happening upon it. The bed where she and Lyra… with a garter belt still pinching into her thigh… Her focus naturally fell to what was occurring on it, the source of the moaning. Even if she refused to look, the smell was inescapable, lodged permanently into her memory; the stink of sweat and their combined juices. How long had they been doing it? A few minutes... an hour? How long was she out of the house before the scene of infidelity right before her started?

 

She couldn’t look away from the scene regardless of how it made her feel. He was completely naked, mounting her disrespectfully, like a dog. His hips, despite her obvious presence, continued to smash into her ass, driving his cock deep before the lesbian’s very eyes. Lyra’s tongue had lolled from her mouth, her cheeks bright red; her eyes looking right through Bon Bon. All the confectioner could do in the face of such shamelessness was continue to watch, entranced by such revolting adultery. It was Lyra’s face that stole most of her focus, unable to wrench her eyes away from her expression of sheer rapture. Lyra was no doubt reaching levels of ecstasy that Bon Bon could never even hope to give her. Size alone couldn’t summon such a face, no. It was the force behind the thrusts, the scalding heat of the fuckstick within her, the undiluted lust in their feral fucking.

 

“Do it! Empty those balls into my mare pussy!” Lyra screamed out in ecstasy.

 

His arm wrapped beneath her, pulling her up and holding her aloft with the strength of his arms and his diamond-hard fuckpipe. Bon Bon watched as his balls flexed and tensed, the base of his cock pulsating as he pumped rope after rope of his baby batter into her womb, her wife’s eggs no doubt getting assaulted by ceaseless waves of the human’s progeny. Lyra’s canal was effectively corked by his pink bulb, guaranteeing that every delicious white rope of his potent spunk absolutely drowned Lyra’s womb. Whether the interspecies pregnancy was possible didn’t matter to Bon Bon, the result was the same: Lyra was no longer hers.

 

Some of his potent load dripped down from Lyra’s pussy to the sheets, the immense pressure created in her uterus causing some of his jizz to leak out around his girth. When he was satisfied, Lyra silent, off in some ecstasy-bound stupor, he reared his hips, his fat dick slid out of her with ease. Her hole was destroyed; the gaping cunt oozing with a steady trickle of semen, congealing into a small puddle between the human’s knees and his low hanging sack. With Lyra’s pussy in such a state, his cock and his alone would be the only thing that could satisfy her, to give her a fullness that only he and perhaps a few dragons could provide.

 

It was at this point Bon Bon could finally look at it, the thing that split apart her marriage just as it did Lyra’s cunt. She was too dismayed to look shocked. Admittedly, he wielded something objectively impressive, far larger in thickness than any toy she had utilised. However, it seemed to not obey what little Bon Bon knew of the male anatomy. Instead of softening, his pipe continued to twitch and convulse. It glistened with juices, glazed with cum. Yet, despite his recent orgasm, his cock looked anything but inert. It was still hard and hefty, primed and reloaded for another round, his balls still looking immensely full despite their recent barrage into Lyra’s uterus.

 

To his credit, he was careful with Lyra after he was done with her, laying her down on her cum-filled stomach and womb. Her tongue remained comically lolled, easily mistaken for a dead mare were it not for the low and constant moan croaking from her throat. However, once his hands were free from holding her, his sights quickly settled on the mare by the door.

 

Bon Bon had similarly met his glare. She was now transfixed to him, ignoring her comatose wife in favour of the approaching villain as he left the bed. He came towards her; his ape meat swinging and swaying heavily with his every plodding step, his cumslit continuing to drool out clear sticky residue along the floor. Morbid curiosity kept her staring, a small part of her wondering how such a thing was able to destroy years of love between two married ponies. The network of angry veins that snaked under the skin added an aura of intimidation to it that was far louder than its imposing size. The fact it continued to drool copious volumes of pre onto her carpeted floor was strangely unsurprising, a small part of her acknowledging that ample lube would be required just to squeeze that python into any hole. When the human opened his mouth, she tore her eyes away from it.

 

“You’re home early,” he pointed out, slowly closing the distance.

 

“You were inside my wife...” she replied, her frown slowly becoming a scowl as she stood tall. “My earliness should be the least of your concerns.”

 

“Yeah, we’re all guilty of surprises today,” he spoke snidely, finishing with a low chuckle. “And the day’s not over yet, and I still think I got a few left in me. In fact, you’re surprising me right now.”

 

“How?” she asked, her jaw trembling.

 

The human stopped before her, a foot of space between them which mostly his cock occupied. His cheek pulled back into a sultry grin. “Because you haven’t run away yet.”

 

Be it that her senses were dulled by the raw, undiluted smell of sex wrapped around the human’s close cock or the immense rage freezing her bones, Bon Bon was too late to react to what happened next. Her attempt to shirk away from the human’s reach resulted in his wet fingers wrapping tightly around her multi-coloured mane, yanking her face close to his dangling jizz pipe – the lesbian close to retching from the proximity alone. Her hooves tried to push herself away but they skidded uselessly against the floor.

 

The human angled his cock towards her grimacing maw, his thumb pushing downwards at the base. “Open wide, Bonnie.”

 

“N-no, I don’t want-” Bon Bon found her words silence prematurely by the fat fuck barrel pushed against her lips. She tightened her jaw just in time to stop him invading her mouth but the juices that covered his prick mixed with the spittle in her mouth. She tasted the salty-sweet taste of his semen, his pre but also the woefully familiar taste of her wife’s juicy clam.

 

“How do you know you don’t want it? Being a lesbian all these years have left you neglecting your true calling: a cock loving bitch. I’d consider that an upgrade from full-blown bitch, wouldn’t you agree?” he asked, snide and obviously rhetorical.

 

Bon Bon kept her jaw locked shut, not wanting to answer lest she risk further invasion. She tried her best to break away but his grip was iron, and when she began to beat her hooves against his thighs his hold around her mane grew even tighter. He never tried to push past her teeth, his bright pink tip simply scraping against her teeth, occasionally pushing out her cheeks as he slipped inside – a moan following from his throat. Tears soon started to appear at the corners of her eyes, the hopelessness of the situation dawning on her. Never had she felt so degraded than this moment, staring down the barrel of the human’s cum cannon, her nostrils helplessly flaring at the dense scent of sex; the person whom she hated most keeping her tight within his clutches...

 

She heard a familiar yawn sound from behind the human, one her ears had heard every morning for years now.

 

“Bon Bon?”

 

Bon Bon’s eyes widened at hearing her wife’s voice. She would save her... right?

 

She listened for her wife, expecting to hear a gallop or the ensuing sound of something smashing over the human’s head. Instead, she heard Lyra’s slow gait. When the unicorn finally walked into the corners of her vision, she wore a small, lusty simper. Not quite the expression of worry and regret the confectioner had hoped for.

 

“Lemme help,” Lyra offered, looking to the human rather than to the helpless mare at the end of his cock.

 

Bon Bon followed Lyra as best she could with her head locked in place. Another wave of panic began to rise within her when the mint green mare disappeared behind her. Bon Bon was unable to look behind to see what the unicorn was doing. However, not long after her disappearance did Bon Bon feel her tail get flagged to the side by the tingly grip of Lyra’s magic, her hind hooves trembling when she felt her wife’s carnal pants brush over her plump mare-lips.

 

“You just have to relax,” Lyra intoned, her snout moving ever closer to her wife’s snatch.

 

“Mmp! Mmph!” Bon Bon tried to vocalise her resistance through gritted teeth, trailing off when her wife’s lips kissed the ones at her rear.

 

Bon Bon forced her eyes shut when Lyra’s tongue began to assault her cunt. Unlike the tender licks of lovemaking, Lyra’s broad strokes were aggressive and imprecise. If Bon Bon weren’t sure of the mare behind her, she could never have known it was even Lyra’s tongue. Her cheeks began to burn red, her face scrunching and her legs trembling under Lyra’s relentless oral attack, brushing over her clit and teasing the entrance to her pussy in random tandem.

 

“Have anything to say about your turncoat wife?” He asked churlishly, grinning, his hips still pressing her mammoth cock against her teeth. “Or maybe you just want to moan? Come on, open your mouth a little, I know you want to.”

 

Bon Bon knew full well she didn’t. Yet she couldn’t afford to split her attention between shooting a glare up at the man and trying to keep herself composed enough to not let Lyra’s tongue distract her. The slippery muscle began to delve inside of her, pushing against her silk-soft walls as they clenched around it - whether they were trying to force it out or keep it in was anyone’s guess. The wiggling tongue and Lyra’s apparent enthusiasm was having quite the effect on Bon Bon, her clit helplessly winking against the unicorn’s wormy tongue. The longer Lyra ate Bon Bon’s succulent wet fruit, the weaker and weaker her hind legs became; her unwanted orgasm speeding towards her on a one way track.

 

Stop, stop, stop, Bon Bon plead with herself, trying to mentally bulwark herself from the explosion of ecstasy that was threatening to consume her at any second, her pussy betraying her closeness with helpless clenches and frequent clit winks that would signal her encroaching climax for anypony. However, Lyra didn’t seem content on simply pushing her over the finish line, she wanted to shove her off a cliff. As she licked, her horn glowed, her aura pinching each lip of her wife’s labia, spreading her apart as her hooves instead wrapped themselves around Bon Bon’s abundantly sized thighs.

 

She could barely even recognise something was different before she felt her cunt stretched to accommodate her wife’s penetrating snout, Lyra’s tongue reaching much deeper than before, wiggling with frenzy to have her wife crash ungracefully into an unwanted orgasm. Bon Bon tried her best; it was a battle she was destined to lose. Like tension on a rubber band, there was only so much tension and pleasure her body could take before the inevitable happened.

 

Akin to seeing the explosion of a firework before hearing it, Lyra’s muzzle was beset on all sides by the helpless clenching of her wife’s pussy, her face receiving a spurt of cloudy marecum before Bon Bon was unable to keep herself from vocalising further.

 

“Aaaah~ Mmph!”

 

As soon as her mouth was opened, the human did exactly what she thought he would. His fat, slimy shaft forced its way into the cavity of her mouth, assaulting her tastebuds with the undiluted taste of salty-sweet semen and the glaze of her wife’s pussy. His tool rested on her tongue, his death grip on her mane stopping her from yanking herself free. The human’s monstrous rod pushed on into her mouth, splitting her jaw painfully wide, almost choking her. In her desperation, her teeth began to push down against the soft spongy flesh, however, his tightening grip stopped her from going any further with that particular idea; tears began to fall down her cheeks when the pleasure from her climax subsided.

 

She suddenly felt Lyra’s lips press against her bulging cheeks, kissing not only her but also the cock within. “There, isn’t that good?” Lyra spoke directly into her ear, the lusty pure of its deliverance failed to inspire any such feeling within her.

 

With that, the human began to ease himself forwards, the tip of his bulbous cock hitting the back of her throat and uvula. Bon Bon, unsurprisingly, began to gag, not at all ready to take such a humongous piece of meat down her gullet. Despite this, he kept trying to push, force his entry into her throat much like he did her mouth. She started to choke, panicking too much to properly inhale down her nostrils, her face going red as he asphyxiated her. She understood what he was doing. It wasn’t just a sick twisted pursual of pleasure that motivated him, it was revenge, it was her punishment. All of it was. It was selfish of her to think that, that he would fuck Lyra out of spite but even there, under the human with his obscene pillar demanding entry to her throat, Bon Bon couldn’t fathom any other motive for such shameless debauchery.

 

Lyra began to pat the back of her head, stroking her mane. “Aww, it’s okay, babe. I couldn’t get it down on the first try either. But honey, you have to actually try if you want him to fuck your pretty face,” she encouraged. Then, the hoof that was stroking her mane started to push on the back of her head, trying to force the human’s thick pipe down her throat.

 

Bon Bon’s eyes widened at her wife’s manoeuvre, the entrance to her throat attacked on two nefarious fronts. Her panic reached its peak, her face not unlike a tomato in colour as, little by little, his dick started to push its way down her throat. She couldn’t relax, her body trying to force the thick intrusion out of her throat; wasting the trickles of air that made it into her lungs in trying to cough and heave out the human’s vulgar partisan. As soon as the obese tip of his vile cock forced itself into her gullet, he shoved every disgusting inch down her throat. As the inches scrapped against her teeth, as did all the glaze of leftover semen and her wife’s cum run down her throat, the combined flavours near enough to make her retch. Despite the noises she made he didn’t stop, not until her nose pressed into his mound above its abnormally thick root, the dense and overpowering pheromones provoking sour tears to fall down her cheeks. She could every inch of the fleshy length twitching and pulsing in her gullet, suffocating her of both air and pride.

 

“Good job, babe! I’m proud of you,” Lyra exclaimed, ecstatic. “Now, here comes the best part!”

 

‘Best’ was clearly a subjective term as Bon Bon gagged, her body instinctively trying to pull her head off of the humans disgusting, vile lance. However, Bon Bon felt a pressure on the back of her head as Lyra’s horn began to glow. Her attempts at resistance, no matter how slight, were instantly stopped by the pressure of the magic on her head. She saw the human direct malicious smile at the minty green unicorn, his fingers uncurling from her mane as his hands settled on the back of her head, smirking in smug satisfaction.

 

Lyra, the traitor she was, began to help the human slowly drag the cock out of Bon Bon’s impaled throat. Bon Bon didn’t need to look or feel her throat to know his vascular appendage was creating a prominent outline in her throat. Spite kept her conscious, spite and hate; when his horrible meaty spear pulled back just far enough, she inhaled a lungful of oxygen through his musk-clogged nostrils.

 

“Doesn’t it feel amazing? To have it slide down your throat? Doesn’t it feel great to make your mouth a fuck-hole for such a tremendous cock, babe?” Lyra’s voice was salacious, whispering affectionately in Bon Bon’s ear as she aided the human in fucking her throat hole. “I can’t wait for him to fill you up~”

 

Bon Bon wouldn’t reply, even if she could, having no words to bark at the mare she could no longer recognise. She closed her eyes, trying to force her mind someplace far away, to a happy memory. However, they all had Lyra in them; each one tainted with the warped expression of the unicorn deep in a state of rapture, with a human dick half-submerged inside of her. Even her attempts to mute her senses failed to entirely make her blot out the feeling of it pushing itself back into her throat...

 

Plap… plap… plap, plap, plap!

 

In and out of her throat, his hips gathering momentum as he – aided by Lyra – began to skullfuck the living daylights out of the helpless mare. The sound of wet slaps and gagging became the soundtrack of the room, his long fat schlong plunged as deep as he was able as his rotund nuts smacked against her saliva-covered chin.

 

Glurk, glurk, glurk!

 

A combination of her wife’s magical help and the human’s randiness meant that he was insanely quick in battering her poor face. Bon Bon was barely able to hold onto consciousness, the brutal facefuck merciless in delivery. The most helpless she felt in the split second of the act was when he hilted inside of her, unable to breathe but her nostrils also clogged by his sweaty mound, all of her senses becoming overwhelmed by him. Her hind legs had given out by this point, her rear falling into a small puddle of her own juices.

 

“C’mon, humie. You’re not empty are you? Drain yourself in her!” Lyra piped in with encouraging words, her tone enthusiastic if not outright fanatic; her eyes peering closely at the mouth-watering dick.

 

Bon Bon clenched her eyes even tighter. She could feel the effect her words were having on him, in her throat and down every inch of the human’s turgid tusk. If she thought it was impossible, he proved her wrong right away, his hip bucking even faster in assaulting her mouth-pussy. He began to grunt out of both exertion and pleasure, Lyra’s assisting aura dissipating – it was entirely him now. Feeling every inch of it swell, each plump vein thickening as his meat stretched her gullet was uniquely vile, her throat entirely stuffed as she felt his immense sack clench and flex against her chin. His hands held her in place, nails lightly digging into her scalp as he pushed his hips hard against her snout. Despite everything going on, Bon Bon shivered at feeling the sloppy ropes of cum spurting from his knob. The sensation was alien and horrific. He retreated his hips slowly, and each pulse sent another long sticky string of cockslime down her gullet, allowing her to feel each and every spurt as they slid down her abused throat.

 

Bon Bon was grateful to some higher power when he unsheathed his cock from her throat with a sudden yank, coughing and spluttering as her desperate lungs took in air. However, her thanks were short lived. His balls still had some juice left in them, shooting what remained of his climax over her red, fatigued face. He freed up one hand to stroke his spit-wetted club, milking out a few white pearls of piping hot degradation to mark her pitiful expression.

 

Done, he released her head, the mare buckling right after to the ground as he gagged and retched, the powerful taste of cum everywhere in her mouth. She wanted to wipe away the globules of semen plastered to her face, the streaks hot and binding – almost a brand of his obscene dominance. She resolved to do many things at that instance, however none took priority over the breather she needed, daring herself to be thankful for the respite.

 

“Wow, again!?” Lyra chirped in awe.

 

Bon Bon’s eyes widened. It couldn’t be. She forced herself to look back up. She couldn’t even summon the energy to wear her shock, only watching on with broken eyes as his pillar once again became erected; the rising mast casting a large shadow over her face.

 

“Eh, what can I say. I’m pretty backed up,” he half shrugged, his joking candour at odds with the mare at his feet. “I’ve got at least one, maybe two more in me.”

 

“Eeeee,” Lyra screeched like a giddy school filly as she hopped up and down on the ground, eyes locked onto his proud standing pillar. “What are you gonna do to her now?”

 

Bon Bon didn’t need to hear him answer when instead she could simply read what was all over his face. She tried to summon any last reserves of energy to get away but found all of her hooves unresponsive.

 

“P-please…” she croaked, averting her eyes.

 

The Human chuckled at her response. Seeing her that helpless, that pathetic, reminded him of a puppy. So incapable of doing anything yet so uncontrollably adorable. He reached down, the mare winching as he picked up the earth pony by her hips, swinging her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She didn’t even put up a fight, seemingly resigned to her fate as the human began trailing back to the bed.

 

Lyra eagerly followed, beaming like a young foal on Hearth’s Warming; eager for the gift she would soon lay her eyes upon.

 

He flopped rear first onto the bed, his legs hanging over the foot of the bed. He then slid Bon Bon off his shoulder, positioning her over his groin. Right away, Lyra’s golden aura enshrouded his dick, hefting his heavy and massive cock upwards, pointing it straight towards her wife’s still moistened cunny. Bon Bon thought herself either remarkably light or the human remarkably strong, his hands holding her aloft with relative ease. She didn’t want to look down, well aware of her inevitable impaling. Instead, her eyes could only linger on her wife, whose face was locked into a massive grin; her excitement palpable.

 

“Bonnie,” the human whispered into her ear, the closeness of his lips nearly a kiss, “I’m going to fuck you like a toy.”

 

Bon Bon shivered, his breath warm. She sent one last, pleading look to her smiling wife. Quiet, near muted, she said, “Lyra...”

 

Without warning or time to brace, she plunged. throwing her mouth towards the ceiling to scream out as he slid effortlessly into her pussy. Her twat was unprepared and way too inexperienced for the size of such an intruder. She was effectively split in two, her womb violated by the forceful intrusion of the human’s oversized fuck hammer. The human ground her against his hilt, the mare getting a feel for how impossibly large the cock inside of her was, every pulsing inch of him squeezed snugly into her puss; warm and filling, like a hearty meal.

 

“Fill her up!” Lyra cheered, chewing her lip. Her magic now had a tingly grip around his large rotund balls, encouraging the sloshing loads within.

 

With Lyra’s blessing, the human raised Bon Bon up his cock, his cock a fountain of pre-cum as some of his excess residues leaked periodically from her cunt. However, the added lube did little to alleviate the mare. Her jaw was tightened in pain as spittle fell down her lips, panting excessively through her teeth. The human could feel her clenching around him, her body trying to force him out but that only made his already stone-hard cock even harder. He stopped just shy of full withdrawal, his pink mushroom cap still lodged within her stretched wet pussy.

 

The anticipation of her fall did little to prepare her still, his hands spearing her on his shaft before raising her back up with an obscene wet ‘schlick’. There was no mounting speed this time around, the human slamming her back down as soon as she reached the peak of his meat, hilting himself back inside of her before repeating the process. Bon Bon would have expressed regret for her figure if her mind wasn’t in the process of being torn apart by pain, the unwanted tingles of pleasure and human dick – if only because added weight might have made what the human was doing for her more difficult.

 

The human fucked her with merciless speed from the get-go, his treatment of her throat downright kind in comparison, his pink tip battering at the roof of her baby maker. The wet slap of flesh as their hips colliding, Bon Bon’s throaty groans and the human’s exerted grunts reverberated off the bedroom walls. Bon tried her best to ignore plenty of things from the past half hour but none more so than the full growing, pleasant warmth in her twat. The longer he fucked her for the less pain she felt, the splitting fullness of his cock beginning to stimulate nerve endings never once scraped with the beating flesh of a true cock. As the rim of his pink cap scraped against her pink, her mouth remained tight for a whole other reason than trying to lessen the pain. Now, she tried to suppress the small, involuntarily moans begging to be released from her muzzle. Meanwhile, Lyra looked upon the scene with longing, envying her wife’s position. Yet, she wouldn’t trade the view for anything else in the world.

 

The longer the human fucked her, the pain was becoming less and less noticeable, background noise to the explosion of ecstasy that followed every thrust. Tears, which had fallen from her eyes out of pain now fell from her ducts thanks to an entirely different emotion in her head. It felt good. She couldn’t deny the feeling, no matter how much she tried. The fullness, the brutish assault on her pussy was activating pleasure centres the earth pony never knew she ever had. She forced her eyes shut if only so she didn’t have to look upon her own clit winking shamelessly in the face of her euphoric wife.

 

“She’s liking it,” Lyra called her out, her pink button furiously exposing itself to her amber eyes. Lyra was close enough now that her hot breaths glanced off Bon Bon’s gash, the unicorn’s lips wet – tempted to suckle on Bon Bon’s nub. She stopped herself, however. It had to be all him. Bon Bon couldn’t be allowed the wiggle room to pin her bliss on anything else. “Stop holding back!. Please! I want you to destroy her pussy! Fuck her so hard that you’ll be the only cock that can satisfy her!”

 

Bon Bon wanted to snap at her wife, even risking the chance a moan could escape doing so. However, upon Lyra’s carnal rally, a high pitched gasp was forced from her mouth. Somehow from some unreal source of strength, he began to do just that. He slammed her down so harshly that her rear was at risk of serious bruising. Thereafter, each downward thrust sent a reverberation of unwanted bliss throughout her. His continued efforts to cram his humangous cock into her twat were now effectively erasing what little mental defences the mare had erected.

 

After a while the human’s thighs and what little piece of the bed he sat on were absolutely soaked with Bon Bon’s profuse honey and his own sticky pre – trying to discern which was a fool’s errand – the inevitable result of his forced consummation an explosive climax. Bon Bon kept trying to the very end to deny her pleasure, the rise of incomparable euphoria mounting in her cunt and spreading all throughout her like a pleasant warmth.

 

’No, stop,’ she thought, feeling her pussy clench, almost reciprocating the pleasure she was receiving. Don’t,’ she continued, putting up one last pitiful defence...

 

Then suddenly…

 

Some synapse snapped in her skull. The resolute mantra of ‘I’m a lesbian and I hate the human’ became nothing more than the wisp of some distant memory. Her tongue lolled from her mouth and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, her pained grimace transforming almost seamlessly into an expression of sheer rapture. Caricature or exaggeration, regardless of how it looked, Bon Bon wore it shamelessly as she tried to prematurely slam herself down on his thick shaft, her hips acting on their own as she tried to ground herself down at the root; savouring the luxurious fullness that only a perfect dick like his could give her.

 

“I don’t want to be a lesbian anymore~!” Bon Bon cried out, her clit’s ceaseless winks a bodily approval of her declaration. “Pump a foal into me!”

 

Whether coincidence or wish fulfilment from some unseen deity, the human’s dick began to engorge with blood, thickening out her love tunnel even further as he allowed her to fall; swallowing his fat cock hole as he began to pump his nut butter directly into her waiting womb. Her pussy tightened around his length, a silent scream coming from her mouth as her body was crashed into by her own climax, twitching against the human as she fell limp, the human firing his seed into her waiting womb.

 

Gravity meant that thick white globs of cum leaked from her plugged passage as he filled her up, the uterus trying its hardest to keep within as much of his seed as possible. The human, whom she hated with all her soul a few moments ago, was now an honoured guest in her body. Despite her recent orgasm she still shivered with each fat deposit of his thick creamy gift into her incubator, each spurt aided by Lyra’s aura kneading on his bountiful nuts.

 

“You filled her up good~,” Lyra commented, eyes keenly watching his jizz leaking down over his sack and adding yet another hard-to-clean stain from the bed.

 

The human said nothing, only breathing heavily into the back of Bon Bon’s neck. The mare he still lightly held onto was motionless, leaning back against him for support as her mind swam in the afterglow of her own orgasm.

 

With a grunt, his own reserves almost depleted, he raised her off his softening meat with a pop, unplugging her full twat before he turned partway to lay her down behind him across the messed up bed.

 

“More…” she croaked limply, so drained of energy she couldn’t even look back to marvel at the mess of her behind. Cum oozed from her ruined hole in a small stream, her ovaries attacked by an uncountable number of sperm cells.

 

“I think… I’m finally… spent,” he spoke between laboured breaths, giving a tired look to Bon Bon’s dreamy face.

 

“Aww… I was hoping for another turn,” Lyra bemoaned, frowning at his cum-stained cock. Despite going flaccid, its size was still worth gawking at, even if she had done much more than simply look at it.

 

“I think I’ll need another shower… it’d gimme some time to think about the fact I sorta raped your wife,” he remarked, standing on wobbly legs; semen dripped to the floor between his feet. He wore a small grimace. “This got really out of hand.”

 

“You got two dedicated cocksleeves out of it. I’d say it was worth it,” Lyra rebuked, circling his legs like an affectionate feline. “I knew Bon Bon couldn’t resist your dick once she experienced it.”

 

“Still though…” he lost the commitment to speak, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “I was lost in the moment. She didn’t want it.”

 

“She just didn’t know she wanted it,” she replied, sticking out her tongue at his exasperated face.

 

He sighed, giving a non-committal shrug. “Well, it worked out – luckily. That’s all that matters.”

 

“So now what’re you gonna do?” Lyra probed, almost sensual in her delivery, eyes glued to his member.

 

“Shower, I guess. Grab a snack – a bowl of seeds. I came four times in a row, I must have used up so much zinc!” he remarked in disbelief, heading towards the bedroom door.

 

“Alternate idea: How about I clean you with my tongue, and for a snack you can have me?” she proposed salaciously, keeping up with his relaxed gait.

 

He looked at her critically. “Is this what I get for having sex with you? You act like a horny weirdo now? It was fun in bed but it sounds strange now.”

 

“Well, I can be whatever you want me to be,” she swooned at him.

 

He stopped just before the door, half-shrugging with a proposing gesture of his hand. “How about: just Lyra?”

 

The unicorn’s expression fell just like her rear did as he left her in the bedroom. “You’re no fun sometimes, ya know that?”

 

“Try telling that to your wife, if she doesn’t strangle you!” he called back, just as the bathroom door closed, the sound of water falling coming soon after.

 

Lyra sighed, looking at the closed bathroom door for a while before looking over her shoulder back at Bon Bon. Her wife was still effectively paralyzed on the bedspread, drooling and utterly contented. Lyra brought a hoof to her stomach, wondering just how effective the man’s seed was, half-wondering if they would be expecting the pitter-patter of scary hybrid babies and half-discounting the idea of pregnancy due to the difference in species. Still, the thought made her tingle in not only her loins but also her chest, the idea of being a mother was of course not entirely unpleasant to her. However, another thought entered her mind, even then, unable to entirely banish the thought of his cock. Its perfection would likely never her synapses. And, whilst it did take a little bit, Bon Bon probably came to see it in the same way she did...

 

A tiny, barely discernable smile came to her lips.

 

“I wonder how other mares would react?” she mused aloud, quietly, an interesting proposition beginning to form in her head...