Bonus Chapter 3: Sam

Sam flicked on the shower faucet and shrugged free his jeans and t-shirt. His boxers took a tad more maneuvering however, both due to how soaked through and clingy they still were thanks to Bon Bon, and also due to his own significant arousal, which had opted to linger to the point of irritation.

Sam was actually about to verbally admonish his treacherous manhood for its unneeded tenacity, when someone outside gently rapped on the bathroom door. He arched himself half-about when Lyra’s muffled voice sounded out from the other side, “Sammy…” she said, “I’m coming in now, okay.”

What briefly confused Sam was the fact that she hadn’t phrased it at all as a question, and she was halfway through the door before he could even begin to conceal himself. Except when she’d been in heat, Sam noted that it really wasn’t like Lyra to be so...forward. Sure, she could be provocative and playful when they were alone in the bedroom together, but the way she’d been acting today had been...different.

Sam suppressed a nervous chuckle as Lyra slipped inside and and idly cast aside the towel she’d brought back up with her. The unicorn gave a brief, silent pause then to take in her human’s state of undress, and she didn’t make any effort to hide the fact that she was taking her merry sweet time drinking him in either, especially when her eyes came to rest of his barely concealed arousal.

“L-Lyra…I…” Sam’s stammering was cut off however as Lyra drifted suddenly forwards as if in a daze, her eyes trained still on one thing. She brought her hoof up then to nudge his hands gently, wordlessly aside.

Sam’s hands yielded to her direction without any resistance, leaving him staring back down at her in silence. He wasn’t sure where this was going, but the fact that it hadn’t gone bad yet after what had occurred downstairs was certainly a good sign.

Lyra‘s eyes were simply locked on his throbbing manhood however. The skin at the tip was drawn taut to show just how turned on her beloved human had become. It glistened fiercely too from the liberal coating of lubricant it had received. She was unable to hold in a hot exhalation of breath that danced up the sensitive underside, causing her lover to shudder visibly.

Lyra still had one of Sam’s hands held in her hoof, and was idly rubbing the palm up and down his likewise coated thighs. She turned the hand over to briefly admire the now gleaming underside before returning her attention to his prominent arousal, “You’ve gotten so big…” she breathed, and Sam couldn’t help but gulp as she drew his limp hand up and began stroking the palm over the underside of his member, “And she’s gotten you so wet…” came the next husky whisper.

Sam could find no words as the unicorn then used her horn to encompass his gleaming hand in her magic field and then gently but tightly closed it around his slick member. She then held his eyes to hers as she began stroking him off, slowly back and forth. The lubricant made the act lewdly audible, “Is Bonnie making you feel good now?” she gasped, going faster, “Is what she gave you making you feel...good...?”

“Lyra...!” gasped Sam, who suddenly had little recourse but to grip her shoulder in his free hand to steady himself when her hoof came up to cup his tightening sac, the padded surface squeezing gently at the precious contents as she kept her motion going.

“Can you take me now, Sam?” she whimpered, pumping faster, still looking into his eyes, feeling him swell even harder, “Will you rut me right here?”

With no other response coming to his increasingly lust-clouded mind, Sam just nodded as Lyra squeezed harder, working his magically encapsulated hand against him faster.

“Will you do something for me though?” she breathed, still holding his eyes with her own glazed over orbs.

“What is it?” he whispered back.

She used her magic to flick his thumb up then to circle the head, coating it with the additional liquid oozing free, “Will you close your eyes…”she whispered”...when you take me...and can you pretend...that I’m her?”

Sam’s eyes widened, but his member gave an involuntary throb at the thought, one which Lyra did not miss, “I know you’d like that, and so would I…” she said, “...I want you to pretend you’re still down there...and that you couldn’t hold back...I want you to pretend, when you’re taking me...that it’s Bonnie...and that I’m right there watching with you…” she gulped, swallowing briefly against her own lust, “Can you do that for me...my Sam?”

Sam took a long breath to steady himself and gather enough willpower (he really didn’t have much left) to ask quickly, “Is this a trick question, fantasy, or other?”

“Desire…” breathed Lyra in response, even more huskily than before. She then wordlessly released him and flicked her forehooves over the edge of the tub, wiggling her rump back at him invitingly. Her tail was raised, exposing the sheer degree of her own arousal.

Sam found himself over her seconds later, and Lyra’s hoof reached down to the floor at her side as she whispered, “Eyes closed,” Sam complied and, unbeknownst to him, Lyra brought up the towel she’d retrieved from downstairs, still soaked in Bon Bon’s juices, and held it up before him, “Breathe deep…” she whispered huskily, wriggling her hindquarters back until her marehood met the throbbing, still-gleaming tip of his member.

Sam’s hips gave an instinctive forward push until the head of his manhood was nestled just within her entrance, and Lyra wasn’t sure if it was the sweet, rich scent of the earth mare alone that enticed him or if it was her little game, but she felt him swell even more in that instant, stretching her outer lips open about his tip and sucking it in until they snapped tightly secure around it.

“Y-yes!” Lyra yelped with a strained grunt as she felt her inner lips part around him and he began sinking deep into her. Her voice dropped to a whimpering moan, “Watching you now…I’m watch-...oh...g-goddess, I never knew Bonnie could make you so big.”

Sam wasn’t sure how, but Lyra’s lurid commentary was painting a shockingly vivid image in his mind’s eye as she talked him through her fantasy. He could almost see the earth mare under him, her back arching and mouth open wide as he slowly forced his way inside her.

Lyra gave a loud, moaning grunt as he pushed deeper, “Th-that’s it, right there...take her nice and hard now. Make her feel how much you...ngh...want her!”

Sam gripped the flanks under his palms harder and began rutting the tight marehood quivering about him. He bent forwards, imagining the vision leaning her head back to meet his mouth in kind. He felt a muzzle suck hungrily against his lips an instant later, a tongue forcing inside lustfully as he worked himself harder and harder into the mare under him.

“All those days,” Lyra grunted, her breath dancing into his open mouth, “With those gorgeous flanks wiggling about in front of you...how many times...ngh!...you wish you could’ve just...oh...mounted her right then and there; and made her your mare...like you’re doing now!”

The marehood about him was tightening almost excruciatingly and Sam worked with the fantasy provided, falling into the image of himself from Lyra’s erotic scenario, “Oh...g-god!” he found himself grunting a few moments later, swelling up to full within her.

“Y-yes!” she gasped, “Th-that’s it! Don’t hold it in for her! She’s wanted it for so long too...!” Sam’s hips began jerking and each thrust was met by a sharp, spasming contraction from the mare’s clenching walls, desperate to draw out his seed, “Give it to her, Sammy!” she cried, “Now...give it nowww!!”

Unable to hold himself back any further, Sam’s fingers dug deeply into the flanks in his grip as a magic field clenched behind him, holding him deep inside as the first blast of his seed sprayed out against the suckling cervix of the mare under him as she thrashed back into orgasm. Her flanks clenched against his pelvis as she milked each subsequent wave of his toe-curling climax from him, each one deceptively making him think it was the last, only for another thick pulse to be suckled out to coat the mare’s womb.

“Yes…” sighed Lyra from alongside Sam’s face as he slumped forwards over her, the pulsing within her marehood finally subsiding a moment later. She whined happily as the pleasing weight of his seed settled within her. The weight lessened a moment later however as his softening manhood was released finally from her tight grasp and she felt a gush of their combined fluids coat her thighs and splatter audibly onto the floor.

The unicorn’s eyes then opened a crack. And she was far, far too buzzed from her afterglow to be either shocked or embarrassed upon catching sight of Bon Bon’s reflection in the mirror just out the corner of her eye.

The earth mare was crouched on the very edge of the doorway, both forehooves buried between her hind legs. A towel was grasped between her teeth, obviously to muffle any moans as she heaved quietly for breath. Her face was heavily flushed.

Lyra’s eye drifted down then to see that the bottom of said towel was liberally soaked in the clear evidence of the earth mare’s own voyeuristic climax, which was also still in the process of running visibly down over her trembling forehooves as residual spasms racked her frame. Lyra realized then that, from her line of sight, the earth mare’s eyes must have been locked on their still gleaming sexes, as well as the trail of silvery fluid that she could still feel oozing free from her own marehood.

They caught each other’s eyes.

Neither unicorn nor earth mare reacted however. Instead, they just heaved and panted, enjoying the buzz of the moment as they stared deep into each other’s eyes. Lyra closed her’s slowly then to bask for just a few more seconds, and when she opened them, Bon Bon was gone.

Lyra found herself curled up on the bathroom floor not much later, nestled snugly in Sam’s arms. That was always one of her favorite parts: the quiet time of just being together afterwards, when no words are needed; as if the rest of the world didn’t exist beyond just the two of them. She only wished Bon Bon could have been there too, so she could share the warmth nestled firmly in her heart right then also.

“I’m sorry if you thought that was…” she whispered after an indeterminate time, only to trail off with discomfort.

To her surprise, she felt the familiar rumble of Sam’s chest against her ear as he chuckled boisterously, one hand moving to gently comb her matted, but still silky soft mane between his fingers as he did so, “Sorry?” he echoed, “What for? That was the most fun I’ve had in ages. Nothing wrong with a little role play to spice things up, Lyra.”

Her eyes brightened and her ears perked up as she glanced back up at him, “Y-you mean it?”

He responded simply by leaning down and pecking her quickly on the tip of the nose, eliciting a quick giggle.

Lyra sighed as silence fell for a long moment. Sam sensed she was gathering her nerve to talk about something, and so he waited, stroking her mane and coat slowly with his hand until she finally spoke again, “Th-there was a reason for it though…” she said, a timid uncertainty starting to creep into her voice, “I...I just wanted to see...if you could really look at Bonnie like that.”

“And are you upset because it turned out I was...capable?”

Lyra giggled, “Oh I felt how capable you were, and I’m happy, so very happy. You see...me and Bon Bon, we’ve been best friends for years, and I love her a lot.”

“Love her?” he echoed, “As in…?”

Lyra twiddled her front hooves together slightly, “That’s just it. I know you have all those different ‘kinds’ of love back where you come from, but here, especially between mares, when you get to be such good friends, the line tends to...blur. Bonnie and I are so close that it almost feels like we’re two sides of the same coin, so you see-"

“-This is why you were asking me if I liked her earlier, isn’t it?”

Lyra whimpered slightly, but then nodded.

Sam went on, “And because ponies tend to have polygamous relationships as a norm due to the gender imbalance, you wanted to test and see if I’d be...open to the idea of bringing Bon Bon in so she wouldn’t feel left-”

“-It’s not about being left out,” cut in Lyra quickly, “Bonnie and me; we’re so different and yet so alike too that I just know you could love her too. And she could love you too, and in so many new ways that I don’t know how to. It would be like we were all finally...completing ourselves.

“Then that line would be gone between us all and we could all be so happy together. I just…” she choked herself off, sniffling slightly as her emotions finally began to overwhelm her, “I just…know she likes you too, if you’d only just give...give her a chance to show you what it’d be like with that line gone between you two too...if only just once.”

Sam regarded her carefully. Despite her worries, the idea of such relationships didn’t really repel him at all. If anything it was quite to the contrary. Pony society had existed uninterruptedly for thousands of years before humans showed up, whereas cultures in his own world rose and fell all the time. Sam had considered therefore that they must’ve been doing something right that was fundamentally different to how humans operate.

Perhaps it was just something as innocent as how they formed friendships and fell in love...

Could pony personalities be so sharply defined that they fit together as easily as pieces in a puzzle, only so more can possibly be added later in order to successfully build something even greater?

Was that the basic idea behind how they built their relationships?

Lyra was the playful bouncy one; a light and energy that was a delight for anyone willing to just give it a chance to warm their hearts, contrasted to Bon Bon; the serious and watchful one; the one who had been watching over Lyra for years when she had nopony else...and him too, without pause or hesitation ever since his arrival.

It only struck Sam now how often she was always there; always at the right time, when darker thoughts and depression had just started to creep up to the point that he couldn’t quite manage them with a smile any more. Whenever that happened, there was always a cream colored mare ready with a hug to help him shoulder that burden.

So what did that make him? He asked himself. The happy middle? The unifying factor?

He shook his head. This was one of those things that he knew he couldn’t work out with mere thought and introspection. He’d just end up going round and round in his own head forever if he tried that.

There was only one thing for it...

“Only live once…” he found himself murmuring inaudibly to himself, while just the barest of smiles began tugging at one side of his face.

Lyra didn’t hear him, her face was downcast by that point. He’d been silent far too long for her liking, and she felt that could mean only one thing: the idea didn’t appeal, and Sam was most likely now just thinking of a way to worm his way out of a conversation that he really didn’t want to be having.

She’d messed it up…

Bon Bon’s words flashed back from earlier: she had to protect what she had already.

Lyra shook her head as dismissively as possible and then looked up to Sam with wide smile, “D-don’t worry about it. I-if it’s not something you-”

“-Okay,” Sam tried to interject.

However, Lyra was still talking, “-want to think about, then don’t worry. What you and I have now is…” she went silent for a moment, “...come again?”

“Later perhaps, but I said ‘okay’. Let’s give this thing a go…”

Lyra’s ears began to perk as she slid up onto her hindquarters, her golden eyes widening slowly, “D-do...do you mean you…”

“Let’s give it a shot.” he said, before clapping his hands together, “Right, so how do we do this?”

Lyra’s bottom lip began to quiver, her eyes glistening, “You would really do this for me?” she squeaked, one hoof reaching slowly out for him.

“No…” he responded flatly.

Lyra’s ears sank back again, “N-no…?”

His hand came up and briefly teased one of her flattened ears until it twitched back up of it’s own accord, “I will however do it for us...and maybe…” he said, his eyes narrowing off towards the doorway, “...For Bon Bon too, but that’ll be up to her.” He then flashed a smile back down at the unicorn peering up at him, “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Lyra let out a sobbing squeal of joy and threw her forelegs about the sitting human, all but slamming him back against the cabinet, “Oh, Sam!” she cried, sobbing openly in to his chest and accidentally smacking him back again, “I love you so much!”

“Ouch…” groaned the human, both shoulder and head now officially sore, “Sex then tears? It’s art school all over again.” He cocked an eyebrow up, “Happy tears though, right?”

Lyra just shuffled her head up and down into his chest, her tail swishing rapidly about on the floor behind her.

“Here…” said Sam, handing her a towel, “wipe your nose…”

Lyra nodded and loudly blew her nose clear as she sat back down again. She opened her eyes then to regard the towel, “Smells like Bonnie…”

“Sorry...had nothing else to hand...” he said, tossing the now thoroughly soiled article into a nearby basket, “So what happens now? Should I just go and, y’know, charm her?”

Lyra sniffled quickly, waving her hooves, “No, no, no. It doesn’t work like that.”

Sam’s brow furrowed, “Doesn’t work like that? What, are you saying there’s an actual procedure?”

Lyra grinned, her smile suddenly seeming brighter than Sam had seen in quite some time, “Of course,” she said, gesturing with her hoof as she explained, “What I do now is go off and talk to Bonnie, that’s because I’m the mare you started with, plus she’s already asked my permission to court you-”

“-She has?” cut in Sam, eyebrows rising in mild surprise.

“Yuh huh. Guess you made quite the impression.”

He cocked his head, “Well...guess so.”

Lyra smirked and nudged him with one hoof, “Don’t get all smug on me now, mister ladykiller.”

“I’ll try. No promises though. Carry on.”

Lyra nodded, “Okay, so what I need to do is lether know that you think she’s somepony you’d be okay with spending time with and think is acceptable...th-that is...you do think she’s…”

Sam stroked a hand slowly through Lyra’s mane, smiling, “I think she is. Very much so. You managed to ram that point home quite well.”

“You did the ramming...but anyway, once she knows that, she’ll have the green light.”

“The green light to...what?”

“To woo you, of course!” she chimed, clasping her hooves together.

Sam regarded her warily, “To...woo me…?”

“Well, woo both of us, strictly speaking, but since she and I are already so close, most...probably all...of her focus will be on you. That’s normally how it goes.”

“Focusing on me in order to…?”

“To seduce you, of course!”

“Of course…stupid question really.” he sighed. “So what can I expect?”

Lyra nodded, “Well, the first thing she’ll do is approach you and then formally ask to take you out on a date. It’ll be in my company of course.”

“Of course,” he echoed, by now having caught onto the pseudo-reversed gender roles, “And then?”

“And then she gets to spend some time with you to see if we’re all compatible together.”

“And if we are?” he asked, “If we do all...work. What, do we have a party...maybe bake a cake?”

“We could do that, I guess…” said Lyra slowly, before looking right back up with a grin, “Or we could just have sex.”

“Of course...” he sighed, smiling tiredly.

“All of us!” she chimed.

“Right.”

“Over and over!”

“So...win-win either way,” responded Sam with a bemused smile. It was difficult for him not to get caught up in Lyra’s almost boundless enthusiasm sometimes.

“Right!”

“And I am really starting to love this place.” Sam then coughed and brought things back to the matter at hand, “Right, you go off and have your...girl-talk. While you’re doing that, I think I’d best get round to finally cleaning myself up. I’m starting to feel a bit sticky.”

Lyra nodded and then scrambled up to her hooves to dash off. Sam only got halfway to his feet before she dashed back in and stole one last, drawn out kiss, “I love you, Sam…”

“Love you too,” he said, giving her just the briefest of nuzzles before disentangling himself, “Now on you go while I..freshen up.”

“R-right…” she said. And Sam waited for a few seconds to make sure Lyra had actually departed before finally going back to his belated shower.

The day really had taken a turn for the interesting.

He paused with his hand on the faucet again as he disrobed once more and a small smile began to grace his lips. He realised then, in that instant, just how much he found that interesting turn to his liking…

Sam realized as he slipped into a fresh t-shirt and pair of jeans that he should probably talk or tell someone about what was happening. Telling everyone didn’t feel right, that meant Twitter was out. His emotions didn’t tell him Jim was the best person either right now. His father would be working. And his big sister wouldn’t let him hear the end of her teasing if she caught wind of it.

Sam pulled out his phone.

There was only one choice really: When your bro’s and siblings were ruled out; when your dad wasn’t around; when blogging or tweeting didn’t feel right, then there was really only one person left; the highest echelon of command that a man secretly knows he’ll always default to when push comes to shove, not that he’d ever actually admit it of course…

A warm voice with a subtle Irish undercurrent sounded out the speaker, “Hello, Samuel.”

“Hi, Mom…” he sighed.

“What’s the matter, angel? You don’t normally call out of the blue like this. Oh...did something happen between you and Lyra?”

“No, Mom, me and Lyra are fine. Although, that’s...sort of what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh? What’s up, isn't everything still zen between you two? All not groovy on the Equestrian front?”

Sam clenched his eyes closed. The downside of having parents who never quite shook off their flowerchild heritage was that they had a nasty habit of falling into embarrassing speech patterns. The upside being of course that they were perfectly fine with the idea of their son dating a mint green alien unicorn.

And so, Sam went briefly over the recent revelation, as well as outlying what would likely come next.

Sam’s mom, or Doctor Lynne Artemis McNamara as she was known in full, was silent for a moment, humming in thought as she soaked in her son’s words, “Bon Bon...oh, you mean that sweet little secret agent pony.”

Sam blinked, “Who told you about that?”

“Your dad. He thought it was rad, had to tell me, you know him. Don’t worry, mums the word to anyone else."

"If you say so..." her murmured, “But yes, her…”

“Oh...oh, just a sec, your dad just walked in…” her voice became a bit distant as she held the phone away from herself to shout, “Blane, Samuel’s on the line!”

Sam rolled his eyes as he heard a muffled, “Oh, how’s the lad doing?” in the background.

“Hi, dad…” Sam grumbled.

“Sammy says hi. And he’s about to enter a three way relationship with another pony. So pretty good.”

Sam winced at his mother’s bluntness, and there was a brief, contemplative silence in the background, “Boy pony or girl pony?”

“Girl pony,” Lynne responded for him.

Another silence.

“Good work, son.”

“In other news, your father’s a simple man.”

“Yup…” sighed Sam.

“Look, angel. If you’re worried about our support with your life choices, you know you don’t need to.”

“I know that too…”

“Are you worried there isn’t enough room in your heart for two? Because I don’t think that’s the case, dearest…”

Sam frowned, “And why’s that?”

“Because I’m your mother, angel, and I know how big your heart is. If you want my advice, just follow that heart and see where it takes you. You can’t go wrong if you do.”

Sam smiled, “Thanks mom…”

“Anytime dear. So...how’s your sex life?”

“Mom!”

There came a loud giggle from down the other end of the line, “Just messing with you, Sammy.”

“I gotta go, Mom…”

“I know. But you make sure to call and let me know how it goes.”

“Will do,” he breathed, “Love you, mom.”

“Love you too, dear. Laters.”

Sam rolled the phone between his palms, dwelling on what his mother had said, which had basically just amounted to ‘go with the flow’. That was pretty much how he’d gotten into his current situation in the first place.

‘Guess I still have a lot more of this road to walk down before I can see where it’s heading…’ he mused. The sound of measured hoofsteps coming up the stairs drew his attention to the bedroom door.

Sam smiled at that point, ‘Still...’ he thought to himself, ‘It’s all about the journey...not the destination. And sometimes you just gotta strap yourself in and enjoy the ride.’

Sam slipped out the bedroom and closed the door. Bon Bon was waiting for him when he turned about. The earth mare was sat on her hindquarters, looking both nervously and expectantly up at him. Lyra was there too, however she clearly wasn’t sharing any of the other mare’s nerves, and instead looked perfectly chirpy about what was going on.

“Sam…” said Bon Bon.

He nodded, “Bon Bon…”

Her tail swished left and right just once, “I...I was wondering…”

Lyra gave her a gentle nudge with her hoof, “It’s okay, Bonnie…”

She looked to her and then nodded before returning her full focus to the human, “W-would you both give me the honor of allowing me...to...to take you out tomorrow night…?”

Lyra’s answer was nothing more than a tiny squee, which was perfectly fine since she’d effectively agreed in advance. In this situation it was just the stallion’s response that was in question.

Sam smiled and Bon Bon raised a forehoof uncertainly when he crouched suddenly down onto his haunches. And just like he’d done with Lyra, quite some time ago, he gingerly took that raised hoof in his hands and planted a simple kiss atop it, his fingers gently stroking the padded surface underneath for reassurance, “I would be delighted to accompany you, Bon Bon…” his eyes then flicked to Lyra, who was practically bouncing with glee by that point, “...we both would.”

Bon Bon’s face quickly became flushed and she swiftly withdrew her hoof somewhat, smiling sheepishly between them, “Thank you…” was all she managed to whisper after that brief pause.

Sam moved to stand, but halted when he realised Bon Bon had moved her hoof to his left shoulder now. He glanced briefly at it and then back to the earth mare, whose eyes were now downcast, although she did seem to be peering out at him from her peripheral vision.

Sam didn’t fight at all when Bon Bon drew him closer, her head drifting slowly about to look at him in full as she lessened the distance between them. Then she was moving closer, closing in on his left cheek to give him just a quick, timid expression of her affection and appreciation. Sam’s expression was soft, relenting, just letting the mare do what she felt comfortable with.

To Sam’s surprise, Bon Bon’s hoof then drifted, seemingly of it’s own accord, along the nape of his neck and up to the side of his face, and before Sam knew what was happening, she had tilted his head just enough into her path so she could press her lips softly to his.

The human’s eyes widened a fraction of a millimeter before relaxing again. Bon Bon’s own eyes were heavily lidded too as she held the connection there, their lips pressed motionlessly together before she softly drew them closed just once over the surface of the human’s before releasing them. It might have looked almost chaste from a distant perspective, but due to the slow tenderness with which the act was performed, it somehow also came across as being quite heavily intimate.

Sam made no comment as Bon Bon pulled quickly away, hoof once more drawn to her chest, eyes again averted. She looked up then to realise that Lyra was now staring at her with wide, dewy eyes, her bottom lip trembling almost adorably, “That was so sweet…” she whimpered, only for her brow to clench slightly, “And how come I didn’t get one?”

Bon Bon chuckled, secretly grateful for the change in mood. With a smile, she leaned quickly in and pecked the unicorn quickly on the lips too, “There you go…”

Lyra just grinned happily, rocking back and forth on her hindquarters.

Bon Bon coughed pointedly, “Now, if you’ll...both excuse me, I have preparations to make.”

Sam smiled and slipped back up to full height, “So shall we...pick you up at eight? Your place?”

“N-no,” said Bon Bon, looking back up at him, “I’ll pick you up, Also...I live here with you.”

“I was just kidding.”

“Don’t worry, Bonnie,” said Lyra, briefly nuzzling Sam’s leg, “I’ll have him fully briefed for you by tomorrow.”

Bon Bon then nodded, sparing the pair one final, long look before turning about and heading downstairs before her blush could become any more pronounced.

“So what happens next?” asked Sam, hearing the front door open and close a moment later.

Lyra nodded, “Now Bonnie will go out and pick up the things that she needs, get ready, make reservations if she wants to... We’ll have to avoid her until then, and she’ll avoid too us until she’s ready to...pick us both up.”

“And what do we do?” he queried, still not entirely sure how the whole process worked.

“Well we know we’re being courted now, so we just need to get ready like we would any other date. I’d best head to the salon and get my mane done…”

Sam nodded, “I think I’ll pop by the boutique and see if I can get some new threads. If this is an official, official date, then I suppose I’d best get dolled up a bit too. Think I should get a haircut or something?”

Lyra shook her head, “Nah, Bonnie likes your mane as it is. B-but if you could style it how you had it when we spent our first day together I...I guess that would be nice too.”

Sam nodded, “Fashionably messy it is then. I’m right in thinking I don’t go buying her flowers or anything though, yes?”

“That’s right. It’s up to Bon Bon to be doing the charming tomorrow.”

“But I can’t not be charming. That’s like...seventy-five percent of all I do.”

Lyra laughed sweetly, “Don’t worry, I’m sure Bonnie will be charmed regardless...and I know you will be too.” her smile pulled into a smirk slightly then, her voice lowering, “You’d be surprised just how...alluring she can be when she tries.”

Sam gulped slightly as the day’s earlier events suddenly flashed back to him with rather stark vividity. He shook his head to clear it though when he felt the telltale signs of his blood flow being diverted down south, “I guess I’ll just have to look forward to it then. And I take it tonight we should avoid...”

Lyra nodded, “That’s right. Now that she’s asked, it would be very disrespectful to...y’know...before our date. Best to have you all pent up for her anyways, just in case…”

Sam just laughed and briefly ruffled her mane, “If you say so. I’ll go head out now.”

“Right. I’ll go book an appointment at the salon for tomorrow morning, and I’ll probably spend a good bit of today at the spa. Need to make myself extra cute.”

“Even more than you already are? Is that scientifically possible?”

Lyra smiled wryly, “Working out all the charm in time for tomorrow, are you?”

“Is it working?"

“You’ll know, especially if something disrespectful happens.”

Sam smiled and opted to curb his enthusiasm. The act of abstaining in the runup to their date would be far easier without him tempting fate.

Bon Bon had quickly booked herself in for a spa and salon appointment the next day. She had also instructed the staff to space Lyra’s visit apart from hers should the unicorn opt to get herself spruced up too.

She intended to drop in to see Rarity too, but first she had a matter of higher importance to take care of, especially if they really were going to do this traditionally.

Bon Bon realized her heart was beating far quicker than it should have been from simply trotting over to the flower shop. Things were moving so fast. She hadn’t felt a thrill like this since...since her old days.

She took a calming breath, suppressed the quiver of anticipation that had briefly swelled within her, and then pushed open the door, smiling pleasantly as the bell above announced her presence.

Bon Bon ignored the shape moving out the corner of her eye as it did it’s best to go unnoticed before vanishing quickly into the backroom.

Bon Bon always did think Lily to be almost adorably shy.

The earth mare walked calmly up to the counter where Roseluck waited with her usual welcoming smile, “Good afternoon, Bon Bon. What can I do you for?”

Bon Bon swung a forehoof almost nervously back and forth, not quite sure how to tactfully begin, especially after remembering what Lyra had said about her and the flower pony ‘talking’ earlier in the day, “I just have a little request, is all.”

“Well I’m here for all your floral needs, so ask away.”

Bon Bon nodded, “Well it’s rather technical since the flowers I need, that is the colors I need, are a little bit contrasting.”

Rose laughed quietly, “Come on, Bon Bon, look around: we’ve got all the colors of the rainbow in here.”

“I-I know...wh-what I mean is, I need the colors to be on the same flower. I heard you had some of those northern crystal roses; the ones that adapt to any pattern you expose them to?”

Rose nodded, “Yeah, we got a half dozen in from the Empire a few days back. But, Bon Bon...those are very expensive. They only grow in the caverns underneath the Yak mountains and they have to be kept-”

“-In very special conditions since they adapt to the first flash of color they’re exposed to,” cut in Bon Bon, “I know. And I assure you, Rose, money isn’t an issue this time round.”

The shopkeeper nodded slowly, “Alright…if you’re sure that’s what you want.”

“I also need...two.”

Rose’s eyes widened understandably at that, “Two? Bon Bon...that’s quite a hefty price tag you’re looking at there.”

Bon Bon exhaled a long sigh, “I know, but please, trust me: this is very important, and I have to do it right.”

Rose regarded her carefully for a moment before nodding again, “Of course, Bon Bon. The customer is always right, after all. So what colors will you be needing them in?”

This time Bon Bon could feel her face heat up slightly, and with an almost inaudible murmur, she simply lifted her hindquarters a little and gave a slight wave of her tail.

Rose’s brow furrowed for an instant before understanding came, “Oh, you mean you want them in the same colors as your mane?”

Bon Bon’s tail dropped and she just nodded, her eyes suddenly finding the floor immensely interesting.

“Oh, well that shouldn’t be...too…” and Rose trailed off with a gasp as it only then struck her.

Bon Bon looked up, and indeed: Rose had her hooves clasped over her mouth in surprise, “You mean…”

Bon Bon nodded.

“B-but two? Who would you-” and realization hit the flower pony again with an even louder gasp, enough to almost raise Rose onto her hind legs. She looked quickly about before shuffling quickly forwards and dropping her voice to a whisper, “D-do you mean you’re going to…”

Again, a nod was all Bon Bon gave, but it was far more level this time.

Rose glanced warily up once more to confirm they were still alone before lowering her voice even more, “S-so what made you change your mind? Last we talked you were telling us about how-”

“-I know…” cut in Bon Bon with a sigh, “I guess I’ve just had a...change of perspective lately.”

“Y-you do know...umm…” said Rose carefully, “that doing...it won’t be exactly like with a regular stallion, right?”

A weak smile pulled at Bon Bon’s lip, “Actually not so different…” she murmured, “Just more... drawn out.”

A blush to match her mane quickly spread across the shopkeeper’s face. She had her hooves up to cover her mouth again, “Y-you mean, you’ve seen?”

Bon Bon just nodded, ‘twice’, she added to herself mentally.

Rose seemed to shift on her hooves, as if the idea were making her a lot more flustered than she wanted to let on, “W-well I wish you best of luck either way,” she said quickly, “And I promise to have your order done by noon tomorrow.”

Bon Bon nodded, smiling gratefully, “Thanks, Rose. I knew I could count on you.”

“Any time, Bon Bon,” and Rose spoke up again as Bon Bon turned to leave, “L-let me know how it goes, will you?”

Bon Bon paused, and she felt herself smirk slightly, “It?”

Rose blanched, “Y-your date!” she responded quickly, her blush spreading even further, “L-let me know how it turns out.”

Bon Bon chuckled, “You’ll be the first to hear. Promise.”

“So word on the grapevine is that somepony has a romantic interlude on the cards…” chimed Rarity as she quickly and methodically measured Bon Bon up for the adjustments to the dress she’d picked out.

“H-how could you possibly-”

“-Dear Sammy was in here not too long ago. Poor thing practically begged me to take an entire sack of bits for just a single set of clothes. Can you imagine? I all but had to cram the coins back into his pockets. I simply can’t bear people in such a desperate state overpaying. He let slip that he and Lyra had a date with somepony new. And now here you are. It didn’t really take much to put two and two together, darling.”

“Sam was in earlier?” she asked, raising a forehoof as Rarity slipped the tape about her shoulder.

“Yuh huh. Picked out a piece from one of my new human lines. I swear to you, all those layers they insist on wearing, all of the time, they’re like a fashionista’s dream.”

“I see…” said Bon Bon, “And do you have any...issues?”

Rarity blinked, “With what, dear?”

“You know, th-that he’s a...and I’m-”

“Oh, heavens no,” cut in Rarity with a wave of one hoof, “If anything, I think it’s so romantic; star-crossed lovers coming together like this, daring to take the plunge before anypony else. And now you all get the chance to be one big happy home. It’s wonderful, dear!”

Bon Bon blushed, “If it works out, you mean…”

“Oh, pish posh; a mare like you, how could he possibly resist?”

Bon Bon kicked her hoof timidly at the floor, “Thanks, Rarity...you always do say the nicest things.”

“Well one can but try, darling.” she said, rolling her tape quickly up, “Yes, I should be able to adjust the one you went for by tomorrow. No problem whatsoever.”

She breathed a sigh, “That’s a relief. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this, I’d plain forgotten I didn’t even have anything to wear.”

“A fashion emergency is when I work best, darling” said Rarity, “Now then, will there be anything else?”

“No, I think that’ll be everything.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice lowering, “If you’re going out for a night of romance, are you sure you don’t want something...extra? Something to give you that little bit more...je ne se quoi? Perhaps something from my more...risque selection?”

Bon Bon blinked, and she felt herself start to heat up slightly, “You have things like that?” she whispered.

Rarity smiled, “Follow me, darling…”

Moments later, Bon Bon’s flush had spread even further as she found herself examining the various pieces of silky lingerie the unicorn had in stock, “Yes…” whispered Rarity, looking between the slinky black piece she held in her magic as she ran a hoof a over Bon Bon’s flank, “this will do nicely, I think…”

“Y-you do?” she asked, having really not worn anything even remotely like it in the past.

“Oh, yes. Now, let’s just see...” And Bon Bon tried to look all the way around without actually turning as Rarity crouched down behind her, and she felt the unicorn lift first her rear left hoof, then the right, and slipped them through the gaps in the piece of clothing, “Now…” she whispered again. And before Bon Bon could react, Rarity drew the thong up in one smooth motion, securing the silky material over the earth mare’s rump.

Bon Bon let out a shocked, “Uhh!” of pleasure as the silk slid over her sensitive nethers and encompassed them snugly. Another was drawn as Rarity then quickly fed her tail through the hole below the elastic and released the band with a snap, securing it firm about her flanks. The earth mare found herself fighting the urge to wriggle about and stimulate herself further.

Bon Bon could feel the material gripped around the base of her tail. The elastic was clearly designed to force it into a constantly raised position. Meanwhile, the stretch of the silky material clinging to her was so tight that it was forcing the lips of her nethers to be constantly, if ever-so slightly pursed. She realized then that if it weren’t for that thin layer of fabric hugging at her, she’d be completely presenting herself to anypony who looked.

To her rising embarrassment, Rarity then cupped her flanks and turned her about, but not before snugly encapsulating all four of the Earth mare’s legs in a set of matching silky black stockings. Bon Bon suddenly found herself looking at her own scantily clad rear in the three full length dress mirrors, “I...I can’t go out wearing this!” she gasped.

“Whyever not?” asked Rarity, “You’ll be wearing a dress over it, after all. Besides, human mares wear things like it all the time. Sure, you might be naked all the time back there normally when you’re around him, but it’s the temptation, dear, the hidden promise of what lays beneath. I mean just look at yourself; don’t you look inviting, don’t you look sexy? How can any stallion resist you? Why I’m a mare and I’m tempted to just pounce on you!”

Bon Bon didn’t realize she was even wiggling her rear suggestively, or how much her breathing had picked up along with Rarity’s rising tirade. Instead, she found herself asking, with a slight cock of her her head and a swish of her tail, “So...got any more like this?”

Rarity’s fierce expression flicked instantly to a professional smile, “But of course!”

Bon Bon tore her eyes away from her own reflection long enough to grin at the unicorn, “Wow you are good at what you do.”

Rarity just chuckled, her sudden demureness a stark contrast to her husky performance just a moment earlier, “What can I say, darling? It’s a gift…”

Bon Bon departed the boutique a little later, her savings having taken far more of a dent than she’d have like even at Rarity’s prices. She now just had a few more things to arrange, and all would be prepared.

Bon Bon just prayed to Celestia that, when the time finally came, she would be prepared too…

To be concluded...

Author's Note

I know, I know, I'm sorry. I know I had 'to be concluded' at the end of the last chapter (since edited). This was going to be the last one but it was getting way too long so I've decided to split it up into 2 parts. So it looks like there's still one more little installment left in this one yet. Slight nod to the Xenophilia 'verse with the flower thing, which I always thought was sweet. The scenes with Rose in this story are also sort of linked in with AJ Aficianado's A Gentleman's Price and it's prequel, A Scent of Prey which I also highly recommend you read. Still, was fun to have Lyra working with her lead mare instincts and asserting herself this time round, and I look forward to getting the concluding part to you. Either way, loved it, hated it? let me know regardless and I promise to get the final bit up just as soon as it's done.