The Things One Does For Love
What A Strange Little Horse...
Author's Note
Contains: Bisexual mares, human fetish, consensual cuckholding, silly horses, Supermare outfits
What A Strange Little Horse...
“Anon, sweetie, thanks again for agreeing to this. Really, it’ll mean the world to Lyra.”
Two figures made their way through Ponyville’s market. One was Bonbon, resident candy horse and secret agent. She was trying to appear nonchalant, eyeing any pony that happened to get too close. If a mare or stallion did, she visibly tensed up. The other figure was Equestria’s only human Anonymous. He walked beside the cream-colored earth pony at a leisurely pace. Unlike Bonbon, he didn’t look like he was a hairsbreadth from having a nervous breakdown. He did look confused however.
“Hey, you know me. I have no problem with being the degenerate that this town needs,” Anon said. “The thing I still don’t get is how that wife of yours talked you into this.”
“”Why are you asking this now?”
“Why not?”
Bonbon sighed. “I, uh… it’s pretty dumb honestly.”
“I don’t doubt it, what with Lyra being involved and all.”
The candy mare swatted his side. “Don’t you bad talk my wife there, buster brown.”
Anon grinned. “Easy there, colt beater. A guard might see.”
“Oh, I’ll beat you alright if you keep it up, mister,” Bonbon replied, waving a hoof at him.
The human chuckled. “Seriously though, before we get anything started I’d really like to know.”
Bonbon’s muzzle scrunched. “When we had just started dating in college she told me about her human fascination. One night, after a couple of bottles of wine, she made me promise some... things. What we’re doing today is one of them.”
“She got you to promise something while intoxicated? I didn’t know ol’ Lyroo had it in her.”
“If I was sober I’d still have agreed. Lyra can make a face that’s just so darn hard to say no to.” She sighed again, a small smile coming to her face. “You know, another one of those promises was that when--not if, when-- we got married we had to invite the princesses. That one wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, Lyra went to Celestia’s school, and she’s friends with Twilight, but you; I never thought a human would just appear like you did.”
“To be fair, I didn’t think I’d appear here either, but what can you do?”
Anon slowed to a stop. Bonbon continued a few steps, stopping when she realized he was no longer beside her. She turned to look at him.
“You know, you don’t have to do this, right?” he said.
Bonbon frowned. “Do you expect me to go back on my word?”
In two steps, Anon closed the distance between them, leaning down so that he was eye level with her.
“I think you’re being a stubborn ass earth pony about this.”
“Stubborn? I’m not being stubborn!”
“You are, and I don’t think this is gonna go how you think it is.”
The earth pony snorted. “What, do you think my entire life is going to change just because I--” She lowered her voice so just they would be able to hear. “--fucked you?”
“What I think is that you’re underestimating just how weird that wife of yours is going to make this,” Anon replied.
Bonbon opened her mouth, just about to argue with him. A mixture of emotions flashed across her face, and she stomped a hoof.
“Why weren’t you hesitant when I was at your house talking to you about this?” she demanded. “Why get cold hooves when we’re almost there? After we discussed this for two weeks?”
“I’m not getting cold anything,” Anon said with a shake of his head. “Like I said, I’d be all for it. I’d have no problem taking that candy butt of yours to pound town.”
“Lower your voice please.”
“You know me. I’ll fool around with anyone anywhere, and I might do anything. Hell, you’re not even the first married couple that’s asked me to spice up the bedroom. The issue is you, Bonnie.”
“Me? Why in Celestia’s name am I the issue?!”
The human let out a sigh. “I’ll be honest with you, Bonbon, I’m a pretty sick individual. I got fantasies and desires that should put me in Tartarus. You know what my biggest kink is though? What really tickles my pickle?”
He leaned forward, so that their noses were almost touching.
“It’s consent, Bonnie. If I’m gonna fool around, I wanna know everyone is gonna have a good time, and I don’t know if you will. I’d like you to, but fooling around with me isn’t the same as what you and Lyra get up to in your bedroom.”
“I’ve been with a stallion or two before Lyra Anon, it’s--”
“Trust me, it’s not me having a dick that is the problem. I’m not a pony; I won’t just mount you. I’ll be grabbing you, touching you, I’ll want to put you in different positions. Kissing is going to be different, with no muzzle and my teeth. Everything you do with me is either going to be just a bit off or completely different.”
Anon leaned back onto his heels.
“This takes thought, trust, and a desire to actually do it. I’ve actually had a mare go into a full-fledged panic attack while we were in the bedroom, and that sort of thing can ruin a night. Usually, I wouldn’t give a shit. If someone wants to fuck me I’m going with no questions asked, but since you’re my buddy, and not some random mare I figured I’d check to see if you just want to make Lyra happy or you’re actually interested.”
Bonbon stared at the human, a look of bewilderment and surprise on her face. Anon just stared back, eyebrow raised. A few ponies around the market stopped what they were doing to glance over at the two, wondering just what the heck they were doing.
Despite herself, the earth pony let out a giggle. “I didn’t think you had it in you, Anon,” she said, booping his nose. “You keep that up and ponies might think you’re a gentlecolt.”
“Don’t you go saying that out loud,” Anon said, sticking his tongue out. “Ponies might hear.”
Bonbon giggled again, smiling. She had admittedly been a bit nervous about propositioning the human, but now she felt a whole lot better; more in control even.
“I’ll tell you what,” she said with a little bounce. “Why don’t you come to the house? Lyra’s been excited all day since I told her I’d ask you this morning. We can have dinner, get some drinks, and I can show you just how interested I am.”
She gave him a wink. Turning around, she smacked his face with her tail before making her way down the street. A second or two later Anon was once again walking beside her.
“She won’t you know,” she said.
“Hmm?” Anon replied, looking down at her.
“Lyra; she won’t make this weird.”
“That’s a goddamn lie.”
Bonbon’s smile diminished, and her shoulders sagged. “I really hope not…”
The walk to Bonbon’s house was a quick one after that. In just a few minutes they were walking up the front porch. Bonbon stared at her front door, a wave of trepidation hitting her. She beat it down with a shake of her head. She quietly prayed to anypony that would listen that Lyra would actually behave herself.
She’d have to right? Her wife had her moments, but even she knew when something was too much. Sure, she had loved humans since before she had gotten her cutiemark, and the way she spoke about, spoke with, and looked at Anon could be a bit worrying at times, but Lyra was an adult. They had been talking about this for days. She would give the situation her utmost respect.
Dryly swallowing, Bonbon opened the door, nearly jumping out of her fur when she saw Lyra standing on the other side. Her wife had a box of thin mints resting on her back, and it looked as if she had shoved a dozen cookies into her mouth.
Lyra, seeing her, gave her a cookie-filled smile. “Hi honsh!” she said, spitting thin mints all over her nice clean floor.
The unicorn noisily chewed her cookies and swallowed as Bonbon covered her face with a hoof. “Lyra…”
“What? I was hungry!” Lyra said, wiping the crumbs off her lips with a hoof. “You told me to wait for dinner, and I haven’t eaten since--”
She seemed to finally notice Anon standing behind her wife. Her eyes widened, a look of utter delight coming to her face.
“ANON!”
With a mighty leap, Lyra launched herself over Bonbon toward the human. Bonbon had to dive to catch the box of cookies as they fell. Turning around, she saw Lyra had attached herself to Anon’s chest, all four legs wrapped around him in a tight hug.
“Ohmygosh, I didn’t actually think that you’d agree to come! I’m so excited! This might be the second or third best day of my life!” the unicorn said with a happy squeal, rubbing her muzzle against his throat.
Anon stared down at the happy mare. He then looked over at Bonbon, eyebrow raised. The earth pony felt herself blushing. Frowning, she stamped her hoof.
“Lyra! Get off him!”
Lyra giggled. “Oh, he’ll get off alright.”
Bonbon groaned, face hoofing.
“Come on, Harp Butt. Get off me,” Anon said, peeling the mare off him and setting her down next to her wife, where she began to trot in place excitedly. “If you keep this up you’re gonna give Bonbon an ulcer.”
Lyra stopped, looking at her wife. Bonbon saw the gears churning in her head. Her smile became less Pinkie-like, but far more affectionate as she pressed herself against the candy mare. Bonbon rolled her eyes giving her a nuzzle.
“I love you,” Lyra whispered.
“You better,” Bonbon whispered back. “Now why don’t you invite Anon in before the sun goes down?”
Giving her a kiss on the cheek, Lyra once again turned her attention toward the human. “Anon? Would you like to come inside?”
Anon snorted, coughing into a hand. Bonbon frowned.
“Just get your flank inside,” she said, pointing into her house while she shook her head. “Sweet Celestia, both of you are children.”
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
The evening went pretty well all things considered. Lyra had wanted pizza for dinner, but Bonbon instead whipped them up a nice, filling dinner. Nothing special, just some salad and soup. She made herself and Lyra Alfalfa soup. Anon’s meal was a bit trickier, as half the things she usually made were outright poisonous to him, but after some back and forth it was decided that he’d get carrot soup.
After their bellies were full, they sat in the living room and turned on a movie. The movie itself didn’t matter. What mattered was that the three were in close contact. Bonbon didn’t want the human to get cold hooves, and she couldn’t think of a better way to convey her interests than a bit of close contact and fooling around. Thankfully, Lyra quickly realized her intentions and ran with it.
Both mares had themselves pressed up against his sides the entire movie. They nuzzled, nibbled, and licked. Anon seemed to enjoy the affection, wrapping his arms around them. Halfway through the movie, those hands of his began to wander. Lyra took to the touching with enthusiasm. Bonbon took a bit longer to warm up to it.
Sure, he had touched her before, but never like this. The feeling of his fingertips brushing against her cutiemark was so strange that she almost didn’t know what to do with herself. It wasn’t just that either. The way he kissed, the way his canines dug into her coat as he gently bit her, even his smell. Anon had been right; he most certainly wasn’t a stallion. It was different, new, and, admittedly, exciting.
Boops turned into pets, then belly rubs. Belly rubs went lower and lower and flanks were squeezed. When Bonbon got up to get something to drink, she was spanked, which had her flagging her tail like some filly in heat. She got back at him by hopping into his lap once she got back. Feeling his stallionhood twitching against her rump had her giggling.
By the time the credits rolled, everyone seemed thoroughly in the mood. Lyra had excused herself, saying that she needed to go to their bedroom to “get things ready”, leaving the earth pony and the human alone.
Bonbon was still in lap, though now she was face-to-face with him, her hooves on his shoulders as she wiggled and grinded her flank against him. To her delight, Anon was red-faced and flustered, a far off look in his eye as played with her teats.
“So… about me not being interested~” she cooed, nuzzling his face.
Anon let out a breathless laugh. “I guess you showed me, huh?”
Bonbon leaned forward to gently bite his nose. “If you’re really good, I might show you some other things,” she said with a smile. “If Lyra doesn’t hog you all night that is.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll make some time for you tonight.”
“We’ll see. You might talk big now, but I have a feeling when this is all over you’ll be the one walking funny tomorrow.”
“I guess we will see,” Anon said, giving her flank a squeeze. “So, any preferences?”
Leaning back, Bonbon hummed. “If you’d like to continue to use those hands of yours when we’re in the bedroom that would be dandy. I also really like having my mane and tail pulled.”
“Will do. Also, fair warning, I don’t flare or knot when I cum, so you’re not gonna have much warning other than me saying so.”
“Good. I can’t stand flaring,” Bonbon said, legs twitching as a fingertip brushed against her sex. “It always felt like I was going to pop when a colt was about to cum. Anything else I should know about?”
“I was already clear about the different positions thing, right?”
“Very clear. Just don’t try to bend me like a pretzel and we’ll be fine.”
“Gotcha. Now, serious question. What’s the over under on you letting me put it up your butt--”
“Alright, I’m all ready!”
Both Bonbon and Anon turned. What Bonbon saw made her forget all about the mood, the dick sandwiched between her cheeks, and the building heat between her legs. There, standing not three feet away, looking as pleased as punch with herself, was Lyra. The unicorn was dressed in a tight-fitting Supermare outfit, complete with a cape. She had even styled her mane like the hero.
For what felt like an eternity, the three just looked at each other. Anon, not taking his eyes off the mare, leaned toward Bonbon’s ear.
“What the fuuuuuuck is that?” he whispered.
Reflexively, Bonbon shushed him as Lyra placed hoof against her chest, all smiles. “How do I look?” she asked.
“...Like you’re ready to go out trick or treating for Nightmare Night, honey,” Bonbon said. “Why in Celestia’s name are you wearing that?”
“Oh, Nightmare Night? I was thinking of going as a fish bowl this year actually, but if you really think it looks good I can go as this instead, Bonnie,” Lyra said, looking down at herself. “We can talk about that later though. Come on, let's go to the bedroom!”
With a flick of her cape, Lyra trotted toward the stairs. Anon and Bonbon didn’t follow her of course, both still trying to process just what they had seen. Anon looked down at Bonbon, who continued to stare straight ahead, ears perked up. It took nearly a minute, but she eventually spoke.
“...Now, before we draw any wild conclusions, let's think about this rationally,” she said.
“Rationally? Really?”
“Yes.”
“Bonnie, she was wearing a costume. She has a cape on!”
“Lyra and I like to roleplay sometimes in the bedroom. It’s perfectly normal behavior. I’m sure we discussed it and you and I happened to forget about her wanting to wear that.”
Anon’s eyes narrowed. Before he could say anything, the earth pony continued.
“She probably just wants to pretend that you’re a monster and I’m the sexy mare that needs saving. She pretends to beat you up, her and I make out, someone ends up sitting on your face. Nothing weird or crazy at all.”
The human took a deep breath. “You know what? Fine. That might be what Lyra wants to do,” he said.
“That’s probably exactly what she wants to do,” Bonbon replied with a confident nod.
“And it’s not gonna be weird.”
“Not even a little.”
“I don’t know about that. You married the weirdest pony in Equestria. No matter what happens upstairs it’s gonna be weird.”
Bonbon giggled, giving his shoulder a playful shove. “Oh hush up, you worry wort,” she said. “You’re gonna have a great time. Now...” She gave him her best bedroom eyes, licking her lips. “Would you follow me to the bedroom?”
Anon smiled, giving her rump a smack. “I would love to.”
With another kiss, Bonbon spun around and hopped off the couch. Stretching like a cat, making sure her rump was in the human’s face as she did so, she made her way toward the stairs. Anon was right behind her. She looked back at him, saw the tent he was pitching in those pants of his, smiled, and put a sway in her step.
They made it up the steps and into the bedroom. It had been a mess this morning, pillows and knick-knacks everywhere, but it looked like Lyra had cleaned up. The mare in question was standing near the wooden antique wardrobe that they had sitting in the corner of the room, bouncing in place.
“Okay, great! Now, you two do whatever’s natural,” she said, opening the wardrobe.
“Wait, what? What are you talking about, honey?” Bonbon asked. “What are you doing? Don’t you want to--”
“Shhh, shhh, shhhhhh. Just pretend that I’m not even here,” Lyra said, stepping into the wardrobe, settling herself between some dresses. “Just have fun, Bonnie.”
She closed the wardrobe doors, opening them back up just a crack. An excited giggle could be heard.
Bonbon closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she held it for a few seconds, before releasing it. Looking up at the human, she saw that he was trying very hard not to smile.
“I… am very sorry,” she whispered.
“You think she’s got more superhero outfits in there?” Anon whispered back. “Maybe she’s gonna jump out as Batmare while we’re going at it?”
“Could you please get undressed?” Bonbon asked, smacking his leg.
He couldn’t hold back a chuckle as he began taking his shirt off. Bonbon shook her head, walking over and hopping onto her bed. She glanced at the wardrobe. Listening carefully, she swore that she could almost hear a noise coming from it. It was faint, but it almost sounded like tapping.
“Hey, do you got any lube?”
She looked over at the human to see that he was already in his birthday suit, neatly folded clothes in one hand.
“You got out of those pretty quick,” she said.
“Years of practice,” he replied. “Now, do you got any lube? Preferably a kind that you can eat that doesn’t taste horrible?”
“In the nightstand over there,” she said, tilting her head to the nightstand by the bed. “Why? Worried that I’m not worked up enough?”
“I never know with you mares. Sometimes you’re leaking, other times it’s like the Sierra Desert.”
“Must be your personality.”
“Hah!”
Anon walked over toward the nightstand. With each step that he took, his erection bobbed. Bonbon stared at his member. It wasn’t that much different than a stallion’s. The was a funny mushroom shape, and he didn’t look like he had a medial ring, but it didn’t appear like anything that she couldn’t handle. She felt relieved; for some reason, she had expected his “equipment” to be completely alien, something with multiple heads or something strange like that.
Placing his clothes on the nightstand, he pulled out a drawer, peering down at it’s contents. “Looks like you got a couple in here. Which one do you want me using?”
“Blueberry Bashful. It’s not the best taste, but it doesn’t stay in your mouth for days.”
Anon grabbed a small blue bottle. Inspecting it, he walked over and climbed onto the bed. Bonbon smiled, reaching up to wrap her hooves around his neck.
“I don’t think you need to worry about that bottle,” she said, giving him bedroom eyes. “I’m wet enough~”
He chuckled, kissing her. She felt his tongue brush against her lips. She opened her mouth and immediately attacked his wet muscle with her own. His tongue was short and thin; it was almost too easy to overpower him. She smiled around the kiss, a shiver running up the length of her spine as she dragged her tongue across his canines.
“Oh yeah,” Lyra said, her voice muffled. “You make out with that big, strong predator, hon.”
Bonbon’s ears perked up as her wife let out a breathless moan. She had to admit, there was something exciting having her partner watching her like this. It was still very weird, and she was definitely going to have some questions after the three of them were done, but having Lyra almost egg her on made her want to go the extra step.
Growling, she tightened her grip on Anon, deepening the kiss. She lifted her hips up as well, grinding her marehood against his thigh. The human groped her rump with one hand, trying his hardest to kiss her back, while the other hand uncapped the bottle of lube.
With the sort of coordination that she didn’t expect from the big lug, Anon was able to pour a good amount of the lube onto his stallionhood without getting it all over her bedsheets. That done, he tossed the lube away, breaking their kiss.
“Lay on your side,” he ordered, grabbing her leg and lifting it so he could rest it on his shoulder.
She did as he asked, her eyes glued to his cock. She watched as he pulled her toward him in one of the strangest positions that she had ever been in. He pressed his cockhead--cool to the touch compared to her own stifling arousal--and stopped, looking up at her.
“Let me know if you need me to stop.”
Taking a deep breath, he slowly began to push into her. His mushroom head made penetration shockingly easy. Her marehood tightened around him as Bonbon bit her bottom lip.
“Keep going please,” she whispered.
Anon nodded, placing a hand against her chest. She pushed it toward her side so she could watch inch after inch of his cock disappear into her. When he had finally hilted her, she let out the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. As he began to pull back, she tried to reach up to grab him for another kiss. Her hooves weren’t quite long enough, so she just pawed at his chest before she fell back onto her mattress.
He chuckled. “You alright there?”
“You feel… weird,” she admitted, lifting her front legs in an inviting gesture. “A good weird though. Come, give me another kiss.”
In no time at all, the human began to pick up the pace with his thrust with smooth, even strokes. Bonbon could feel her lower body twitching as his cock hit places where her toys or Lyra couldn’t. It was no doubt because of her position, and sweet Celestia above did it feel good. Throwing her head back, she let out a groan.
Her marehood tightened around him. Anon let out a grunt, slowing his pace. She could feel him pulsing inside of her. She flexed her inner muscles, trying to force his cock deeper into her. Looking up, she saw that his face was scrunched up in concentration.
“I thought you were supposed to be the one to rock my world,” she teased.
“Shush,” Anon grunted, pace slowing down to slow, balls-deep thrusts.
The strange noise that Lyra was making in the closet was getting louder. After listening carefully, Bonbon realized that her wife was clopping. She almost rolled her eyes at her wife’s antics. She blew a kiss her wife’s way, falling onto her back just as Anon was about to thrust again. The human jerked in surprise as his cock, free, smacked his belly.
Bonbon let out another groan, running her fore legs through her mane. She did her best impression of a harlot on the cover of a dirty magazine, her eyes half-lidded as she bit her lower lip. She must have done a good job, because Anon’s jaw dropped.
“You better quit just sitting there and fuck me,” she said. “Otherwise I’ll take charge and show you just what earth pony stamina can do~”
“Oh fuck yes,” Lyra said. “You fuck that stud, honey. Spread those legs and present that fat, fertile plot!”
Placing a hand on either side of Bonbon’s head, Anon leaned down to nibble her neck. “What the fuck is she talking about?”
“Shush. Let's not think about that right now,” Bonbon replied with a “hmmm~”, offering him more of her neck. “Would you like another minute to cool down?”
“Nah, I’m fine. I wouldn’t mind if you did take the lead for a few minutes though.”
He pressed his face into her mane, inhaling. Kissing her cheek, he rolled off of her and onto his back. The bed creaked as he splayed himself out, his dick pointing up to the ceiling. Bonbon stared at him, eyebrow raised. He just smiled back at her.
“Come on, hop on up,” he said, patting his lap. “I’ll make sure you won’t fall over.”
Bonbon sat up, staring at him. It was a strange position; maybe once or twice she had experimented with Lyra but not for very long. It was usually uncomfortable being on the bottom she had always found, and it was nearly impossible for her to do much more than lie there. Lyra as the bottom had more success, since she could use her magic to move herself, but it had been too much effort.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Of course,” Anon said, digging his heels into the bed. “You might be surprised just how much you like it.”
After a moment’s consideration, the earth pony shrugged. “When in Canterlot, I guess,” she muttered, getting up and climbing over him.
The human’s hands went to her hips as she positioned herself over him. She let out a sigh as she lowered herself, hilting him in no time at all. Bonbon closed her eyes, grinding her hips into his lap.
“Does he feel good, baby?” Lyra called.
“Yeah,” Bonbon said, bouncing her rump up and down Anon’s lap a few times. The human hissed, eyes crossing as she let out a giggle. “Are you sure you don’t want to join, sweetie? I think he’s going to cum soon.”
“Oh Celestia above,” Lyra groaned. “Don’t stop sweetie. Let him fill you up!”
She blew another kiss toward the wardrobe before returning her attention to the human. Giving him a wink, she leaned forward, resting her hooves on his chest. Anon tried to sit up, but she pushed him back down onto the mattress.
“You stay right there,” she growled. “Keep those hands on my ass. I’m not stopping until you’re shooting blanks~”
She didn’t give him time to reply, raising her rump up and slamming back down. A wet, meaty smack filled the air. Anon twitched, the bed creaked, and Lyra let out another moan. Up and down Bonbon went, as fast as she could, her mane flying all around her head. She didn’t want the human to get used to the sensation. She wanted to overwhelm him, wanted to leave him a twitching mess.
She was so focused on her bouncing, staring at Anon’s face to watch his reaction to every little thing she did, that she didn’t notice him once again digging his heels into the mattress. His hands left her rump, one going to her thigh while the other slowly made its way up her back. He started thrusting in time with her, making her yelp. It felt like he was going deeper inside of her, that cockhead of his hitting new spots, making her head spin.
“Oh Luna above,” she moaned.
Her bouncing faltered, back arching as the human grabbed a fistful of her mane and pulled, driving her down with more and more force. He was going faster and faster, his hips a blur. A particularly hard thrust made her lose her balance, causing her to fall forward onto his chest. He was on her not a second latter, peppering his face with kisses as he continued to pound into her.
“Just like that Anon!” Lyra called. “Show her who’s boss! Break her with your cock! Turn her into a human loving slut!”
Before Bonbon could process what her wife had just said, Anon rolled them both over. He somehow picked up the pace, fucking her like his life depended on it. He was pulsing inside of her again. He was going to cum soon. The thought made her tense up, her marehood tightening around him.
“Do what I’ll never be able to! Knock her up with a half-human foal!” Lyra yelled, her muzzle pressed against the crack of the door. “Make her yours! Your cute little broodmare! Please!”
Anon let out a grunt, hilting her, holding her close to keep her from moving. Bonbon let out a gasp as she felt him start to unload inside of her. Legs spasming, her gasp turned into a neigh as she found her own end, soaking the human’s groin as her marehood spasmed.
Lyra let out a neigh of her own. “Oh fucking luna. I’M SUCH A GOSH DARN CUCK!”
~_~_~_~_~_~_~
Water pattered onto the shower floor. There, sitting in the spray from the showerhead were Bonbon, Anon, and Lyra. Bonbon sat in the human’s lap, scrubbing the earth pony’s mare, while Lya sat behind him, a pair of golden ethereal hands scrubbing his body. Lyra was humming a little tune to herself, as happy as could be. Anon and Bonbon, meanwhile, were in a state of quiet compilation.
“Bonbon?” Anon said, keeping his voice low.
“Yeah?” Bonbon replied.
“Your wife made it weird.”
Bonbon took a deep breath. She looked over her shoulder to see Lyra lost in her own little world. She turned back around, closing her eyes.
“...Yes. Yes she did.”
