It’s been months since you arrived in Equestria now. There isn’t much to do for you around here though, besides being bored most of the times. You do take the odd job here and there, but since Celestia is kind enough to send you a monthly tuition you barely do any to begin with. Sure, you spend some time with various ponies like Applejack, when you help her out with apple bucking chores, although that usually means that you carry apples to the barn, or Twilight when she wants to have yet another detailed report about your world, but that usually remains it. Pinkie parties are fun but you just can’t keep up with that pony and you’re pretty sure none of these ponies actually can.
A sudden tugging at your pants gets your attention so you glance down to see a mint green unicorn staring up at you. It’s Lyra Heartstrings, or as you liked to call her Liar-Ah. This pony is obsessed with you for some reason and seems to stalk you whenever she can. She seemed nice at first but as soon as she started to act all insane about your body – hands in particular – you started to dislike her. To make matters worse, she’s usually accompanied by that cream colored pony you honestly fear named Bon Bon the destroyer. A name you gave her when she slapped you silly after Lyra practically gave herself to you - not like you would have ever gone for that to begin with – but that didn’t matter to her. She’s like this abusive boyfriend that gets jealous the moment his girlfriend talks to another man, so Bon Bon made sure to make her hooves do the talking. For the record, those earth ponies can pack a punch, as is evident by the various bruises around your body from previous encounters. Thankfully it doesn’t seem that Bon Bon the destroyer is with her this time.
“What do you want this time, Liar-ah?”
“Oh, come on, Anonymous.” She smiles at you like nothing is wrong “Why all this hostility to your greatest fan?”
“Gee, I don’t know. It could be a multitude of things. The stalking or taking pictures of me when I sleep or go in the shower, the weird obsession with my hands to the point that I’m starting to fear you’ll cut them off one day or maybe the whole nasty bitch deal you got going on, or perhaps it’s because of the fact that Bon Bon wrecks my ass whenever I’m anywhere within eyesight of you?”
“Heh, you’re such a kidder, Anonymous.” She giggles as if you just told a silly joke. “Can you come with me? I got something to show you?”
Even though you don’t want to do this at all, you quickly learned that it’s for the best to humor the minty green unicorn, as she’ll just annoy you for the rest of the day otherwise.
“Fine, but make it quick. I got places to be.” Sure, that’s a lie, but it’s not like she knows that… you hope, damn stalker pony!
She lets out a squee as she tugs at your hand – which you hate to admit would actually be cute, if it wasn’t done by this creepy stalker pony – but you quickly find that she’s fondling each finger with her hoof, running it up and down each digit as she pulls you towards her house. It takes all your willpower not to tell her to fuck off then and there, but you rather not get on these ponies bad side. It took quite a while for most of them to trust you – and you’re pretty sure most still don’t - and sadly, Liar-Ah seems to be well liked around Ponyville.
As if she can read your mind Lyra starts to speak. “Don’t worry Anon, I made sure it’s just the two of us tonight, so you won’t get pounded, I promise… unless you want to, that is?” She finishes with a lusty stare.
You narrow your eyes in return. Ponies don’t usually say ominous shit like this without reason. This green stalker bitch is better not leading you into a trap. Well, even if she is, you should be able to overpower her easily.
She leads you into the basement and upon closer look you see that it’s filled with various drawings of hands and pictures of you. Now you really feel nervous, so you want to get out of here as soon as possible.
“Alright, we’re here, in your creepy basement. What the fuck is it that you wanted to show me?”
“Just take a seat right here, and I’ll begin.”
You do just that – even as you notice that this solidary chair is in the middle of the freaking basement - as you see that she starts to levitate some vials and chalk. Huh, must be some magic show or something. You’re still not comfortable being here, but maybe she really just wants to do something nice for you. The moment it devolves into something creepy though, you’re out of here. Still, you wonder what this will all be about. Knowing her, and the fact you are here, it’s probably about humans or hands. It’s the same old typical Lyra bullshit that you are so used to by now it seems.
As she lowers the vials and chalk, she turns around and smiles at you “Anonymous… thank you.”
“For what?” You reply in confusion.
Not liking this at all, you look around the room uneasily, then get up from you chair. Something tells you to get the fuck out of here, and fast!
Before you can even react a cloth levitates from behind her head to your face, and as you gasp in surprise, you suddenly feel weaker… drowsy… and… damnit.
“Ch…loro… formmmmm.” Is the last thing you can mutter out as you slump back into the chair.
***
You awaken, still feeling incredibly weak, to the sounds of chalk being put on stone. You peel open your eyes to see Lyra finishing a diagram on the floor.
“Oh shit.” You mutter in fear as you jerk up, trying to escape only to find that you’re tied up.
“Ah, Ah Ah, Anonymous.” She shakes her head a few times as she sees you try to leg it. “It’s about time I get what I deserve.” She finishes as her look becomes a cold one, and you can’t help but gulp. Just what is this crazy bitch planning with you? Before you can even ask though, she comes closer to your face, and starts to whisper in your ear. “And what I deserve… is all this you have… your greatest part…your body and hands!”
WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, is this crazy unicorn serious? Surely she’s just playing some really fucked up joke with you, right?
Lyra suddenly slams a hoof into your solar plexus, and you gasp, winded.
Before you can even protest, she suddenly levitates a bottle with some vile looking liquid in front of you, and plugs your mouth with it, forcing you to drink it. It tastes bitter and smells like gym socks and rotten fish. After she’s sure you drank it all, she finally lifts the bottle from your mouth, and you retch and cough, trying to spit as much of the vile liquid out of your system.
“Pleh… What the fuck, Lyra?” You yell in between coughs and spits.
“Yes, why indeed? Why should you be the one who enjoys humanity? It should be ME! You don’t even seem to care about your glorious hands, but I do! And tonight, I’ll get what I want!”
She imbibes another similar looking bottle and lies down, untying your ropes with her magic in the process.
It takes a few seconds for you to realize it, but as soon as you do, you try to leg it “Fuck this shit! I’m out of here!” you try to stand, but to your utter horror find that you can’t feel your legs.
From the corner of your eyes, you notice Lyra her horn glowing, so you glance up to look at what the crazy bitch is doing. Suddenly a turquoise mist rises from her body… and a black mist from yours. You can only watch in horror as the last of the mist leaves your body… before you black out.
***
“Lyra? Lyra! Speak to me, hon. Come on, speak to me!” You wake up to a voice calling out for someone, but you think you recognize that voice.
“Urgh, my head… is that you, Bon Bon?” You wince as your head is killing you, but also for the fact that Bon Bon the destroyer found you. Can this day get any more worse? First Lyra performed some wiccan voodoo on you, and now you’re about to get your ass creamed by her girlfriend.
You sigh, accepting your fate as you’re in no condition to try to defend yourself anyways. “Just make it quick. Death is a much more honorable end for me than the hospital.”
Instead of getting pounded though, you feel hooves around your neck and under your spine lifting you up.
“Oh thank Celestia, Lyra, you’re ok! When I saw those bottles, I assumed the worst.”
“Bottles?” You respond taking a bit too long to recall what happened. Oh right, those.
Wait a cotton-picking minute. Why were you being picked up by Bon Bon and why has she only been calling to Lyra?
“Bon Bon?” You mutter as you start to piece things together.
“Yes, Lyra?” She responds to your voice.
Your heart sinks as it realizes the position you’re in before your brain does. That creepy ass ritual suddenly comes to mind as does all that crazy talk Lyra said to you.
You glance downwards to see green fur, and you try hard not to shriek. Ok, close your eyes, and just focus for a moment. You’re just hallucinating from those bottles! You can’t see it, but you can feel it! Hands? Not responding… Feet? Same thing… Anon jr? … Anon Junior!? … gone.
You’re going to kill that Lyra! Oh wait, you are now the Lyra! That minty fresh stalker bitch really did steal your body! You try to wrestle for control over your new alien body, squirming and twisting to get used to this new way of walking, but all you succeed is a wobbly stand still on that stone cold floor with your four hooves… hooves… fuck that noise.
“Are you ok, Lyra?” A voice suddenly rings out from behind you. In your realization of finding out that you got body swapped you nearly forgot about Bon Bon being there. “You aren’t hurt, are you? Just what was in that bottle?”
“I- I’m not…” Is all you can mutter in response. You don’t even know how to start to explain this, as you can barely belief it yourself. Deep down though, you shout out that you’re not Lyra.
“Okay, don’t you worry none, let’s just get you to bed, honey.” She gives you a kiss on the cheek and warning bells start to sound in your head. Let’s see. You were alone with your stalker, you got body swapped with said stalker and right now you’re one half of a lesbian pony couple. This can’t get any worse.
Stunned, you stumble over. Unsure balance sure does not mix well with frightened revelations.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I got you.” Bon Bon hoists you on her back without any trouble whatsoever, electing a small “eep” from you. Before you even realize it, she has walked from the creepy basement to a bedroom, as is evident when she sets you down onto the bed in the room. You glance up at her, as she winks in return and starts heading back downstairs.
“I’ll make you some quick dinner, how does that sound?” She asks you without actually waiting for your reply.
“Uh… can I leave now?” You ask the cream colored mare, but either she didn’t hear you, or decided not to respond as she already seems to be going downstairs.
Okay, you need a new plan: Escape!
Exits, exits… you actually realize that you got no idea where the exits are located in this house. Well, you weren’t planning on any of this happening in the first place, and when you got carried up here by the destroyer, your vision was limited. You need to think rational here for a second. One, you go through this door and then the front door, wherever that was… two, you jump through that window. Yeah no, defenestration doesn’t exactly sound good to you at all.
Your thoughts are interrupted by Bon Bon as she brings in a tray of food, and places it atop of you. You stare for a few seconds, unsure of what to do.
“Well? Go ahead, Lyra, eat up!”
How the hell are you supposed to grab stuff in this body? You try to ignore all rational laws of physics and try to grab it with your hoof. That ends up being a failure. You do have a horn now, so maybe magic? You try to will the sandwich up this time and into your mouth. WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!
… Well, that did nothing either. You just opt to sandwich the sandwich – and yes, you are aware of the bad pun – between your hooves and just shove it into your face. This is harder than working chopsticks. Eating like this feels extremely weird, and this sandwich is obviously filled with some type of flower. You can freaking taste the pollen in this dandelion sandwich - at least you think it’s dandelions - as you’re naturally not an expert on how different kinds of flowers taste. Ugh, Christ, this tastes bad. But you eat it anyways, partly for fear of being brutally beaten by Bon Bon the destroyer, partially because of this strange curiosity to see if you can eat pony food now. Turns out the answer to that is yes. And the taste, while bad since you’re not used to this, is actually okay, and the feel of it going down your throat…
“Slimy… yet satisfying.” You mutter a famous sentence to best describe it.
“Oh, Lyra, you noticed the melon slices I put in there! I’m so happy!” She squees.
You actually got to hold back a sharp laugh. Bon Bon, acting girly? What is this, backwards day?
“I think I see a smii~iile .” She practically sings the word.
Shit, were you smiling? Eh, whatever. It’s not like you got any fucks to give. You eat the rest of the food that you can manage to shove in, and Bon Bon takes the rest downstairs.
Phew, least that went well, although you can’t help but think how odd this entire ordeal was. You never thought you’d see the day where Bon Bon would act kind and girly. Miracles can happen after all.
Now that you’ve eaten, you feel a lot more active, so it’s time to G T the F O.
You stretch and test your hooves- LYRA’s hooves on the ground. It isn’t easy at all, but you manage to get the hang of moving after a short while. You reach the door as you hear the kitchen sink stop.
“Oh… why me?” You ask yourself annoyed about this whole thing.
You need to double time before something really bad happens! You look around and spot another door, so you sneak towards it. Arriving at the door, you use your-Lyra’s mouth to twist the knob and go inside, then close the door behind you.
“Oh Lyyyraaaa~ Come out and plaayyyy~!”
“Oh shit, oh fuck, oh crap, oh man!” You start to really freak out now. You blink, letting your eyes adjust to the dark room, and you barely make out the outline of a bed. Good, you’ll hide right under there for now.
Barely five seconds after you manage to crawl under the bed, you hear the door squeak open.
“Lyra? Where are you? I’m really worried now, sweetie, you aren’t in your room, you better be in here…”
Oh crap, this was lesbian butch pony her room!
Hehe, lesbian ponies. It would be hot if this entire situation wasn’t completely fucked up. You lie still, hoping to be ignored long enough to maybe escape. As you do so, you look around and spot an enormous looking strap-on labeled ‘Mr Johnson and the juice crew.’ To your horror, you see that it is filled with marshmallow pony semen.
You shriek as you crawl from under the bed, as all kinds of horrible images flash through your head, but as you try to leg it, you slip onto something and fall right onto the bed. As you bounce, you end up on your back, but before you can get away, Bon Bon has straddled you. You try to cover what little privates you know mares have with your tail.
“Oh Lyra… playing hard to get and then giving me a scare? What has gotten into you today? I know you’re just ITCHING for tonight’s… activities. After all, it’s MY turn to be on top, and I just KNOW how you love being dominated.”
God, what did you do to deserve this? Absolutely nothing, that’s what! You open your mouth to object, but Bon Bon’s mouth reaches it and embraces yours, her tongue flitting over your-LYRA’s roof and sliding over your teeth. As she does that, you can taste a cookie like taste, almost like chocolate chips.
“MMMPH!” You try to struggle and yell, but that’s all you can let out as Bon Bon is trying to slide her entire snout into your mouth, or so it feels like it for you anyways. You try blowing, you try breaking the contact, and you try pushing her off you. All of them meet failure. This new pony body just isn’t strong enough to force anything, much less Bon Bon the destroyer, whom you couldn’t even stand up to as a human male either.
Finally she stops the drawn out violation on your-LYRA’s oral cavity and smiles. You, however, gasp for fresh breath.
“Oh, you’re so FRISKY today! I think I know just the way to reward you…” She gets off of you and goes to a cabinet, the door blocking your vision.
“N-no, you can’t.” you mutter weakly as you realize what this is quickly developing towards to.
You wince as you hear the snap of rubber on fur and flesh.
“Hmm?” Bon Bon just mutters in response.
“You can’t, I mean, I’m a guy!”
That seems to have gotten her attention, as she turns to you, grinning evilly.
“Ah, into a little roleplay tonight, Lyra? You know I don’t like guys, but the very idea of breaking a stallion into a submissive mare gets me HOT!” She walks over to you now as that smile turns even more sinister. “So, are you ready for a little rape?”
“N-no!”
“That’s the spirit!
“No, Bon Bon, nooooo!” You start to flail your-LYRA’s marshmallow mint hooves in a pitiful attempt to add breaks to this rape train, but it seems there are no brakes!
“Oh, you will be mine, mister stallion!” Bon Bon says cruelly as she gets on the bed.
Tears start to roll down your pony face as you come fully to terms with what’s about to happen. You’re about to lose your virginity… Well, you doubt Lyra still had it, if Bon Bon her comment about this being a daily switch off was true… you’re gonna lose it to a crazy lesbian roleplay pony that thinks she’s about to break in some sissy stallion!
In a final act of desperation, you try one more time to cover your slit and keep it clenched.
Bon Bon gets an oddly grinch-like grin as she presses the toy against your hooves you’ve place above your slit. “Little pig, little pig, let me COME in!” She belittles you as she tries to shove the thing inside of you.
Not by the hairs of my chinny chin…everywhere, you crazy cream colored cunt! You think to yourself. “No… please!” you beg her now to stop this. You don’t want to get raped!
“Your resistance only gets me hotter!” She licks her lips and swats at your hooves with the thick… ewwewweww, you don’t even want to look at it! After a few swats, the heebie jeebies gets you to remove your hooves, placing them back against Bon Bon’s upper torso in a vain attempt to keep her away. All you get in response is a throaty laugh.
“I got you now, mister!” She places the… thing at your entran-LYRA’s entrance! God, it isn’t yours! None of this is!
You manage to get your tail to cover your nether region again, in a final act of desperation. As you still struggle, you notice Bon Bon looking down right into your eyes, as her crazy expression changes into a softer one.
“Ready, love?” She whispers in the softest, sweetest tone that you have ever heard escape the brutal bitch. Without waiting for your answer, she finally presses the tool inside of you, when you couldn’t keep your tail to keep covering your privates anymore.
WHAT THE… FUUUUUU- “—ck—!“ You both think and say at the same time as you feel it entering. Thankfully, she pulls the tip right out again.
“Lyra, honey? What’s the matter? You’re not as ready as you usually are.” Maybe she won’t! Oh… thank you god, thankyouthankyouthankyou- “Don’t worry, I’ve got lube.”
…Why? WHY GOD? WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME? As you stare at the would be rapist to come, you swear you hear a voice yelling ‘BECAUSE FUCK YOU, KID’ which makes you look around. Did you just imagine that from the shock?
Before you even start to explain that, Bon Bon has already returned. “Fffff-“ you mutter under your breath.
“Shh… don’t worry Lyra. I’ll make you feel real good.”
You shiver, and try to roll off the bed as she places her hooves on either side of your legs. Suddenly, you feel her start to lick your nethers, having moved your tai-LYRA’s tail. A jolt of surprise renders you immobilized as she begins her dirty work. You can’t help but gasp though as your eyes widen.
“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” She giggles as she speeds up her ministrations down there. With each flick of her tongue, another spark seems to travel up your spine, arching your back and keeping you frozen in space. You can’t move, you can’t speak and you can hardly breathe. A sudden warmth seems to erupt from your lower body as Bon Bon tries to determinate how many licks it will take for you to reach your limit.
“A-aaahh!” You can’t help but moan out but right then, Bon Bon finally stops, leaving her tongue resting on your belly… wait… that’s no stomach, those are your… You let out a loud gasp as she begins to tease you-LYRA’s, for god sake, LYRA’s nipples, softly grinding them with her teeth, occasionally sucking one of them, or flicking one, rolling her tongue in circles around them. You hate to admit it, but you honestly start to enjoy it.
“A-aahhh nooo…” you still give a weak resist as somewhere deep down there, your inner make self tells you to stop enjoying this for fuck sakes.
“Oh yes, my little mint sundae… you taste… delicious.” She says in between licks and nips.
You gulp, realizing that there is no way out of this anymore. NO! You shouldn’t succumb to defeatist attitudes! There must be away out of this! There always is. Just… what are those, and can you even enact them? You could try to please Bon Bon, and have her pass out in her afterglow, but you quickly realize that won’t work. She’s a female so she’s multi-orgasmic. Ugh… wait, you got one! The oldest trick girls use in these situations!
“I can’t- aahhh- I have ah-aahhh head-aaahhh- ache…”
“Your mouth says no but your body says yes!”
Okay, that’s not creepy at all, miss stereotypical rapist slash pugilist!
“You make the most adorable scrunchyface!” She must have seen your reaction that her earlier sentence, though you don’t care about that at all. You just don’t want to get the rape from her!
“I- I don’t- aahhh.”
“There it is again~!” Bon Bon rises once more, lube clearly and shinily evident on the rubber length. “Ready for your transformation, loverboy?”
Your eyes fling open at that. Does she know? No, it seems its false alarm. She thinks it’s roleplay. This mare is into some KINKY shit! At this point though, would learning the truth stop her?
Bracing yourself for a beating, you got for it. “I’m Anonymous!”
Bon Bon slaps a hoof on her face in response. “Ugh, really, Lyra? It’s almost like you’re TRYING to sabotage sexytimes.”
No shit!
“But I love you far too much for a little fantasy of yours to stop me. Here I come!”
She trusts forwards… into the WRONG hole! She just put that thing into your pooper!
“That’s right, male, your anal virginity is MINE!” she slowly wedges it in, back and forth, coating Lyra’s walls with the lubricant.
Ookay, NOW you can’t move or do anything but take it like some cheap ten dollar whore.
The trusts start to become softer but more full.
“Aahhh.” You suddenly moan. The hell are you doing? Moaning, it seems, that’s what you are doing. “Aaahhh” You moan again. You’re freaking moaning for ANAL sex with a bloody pony! What are you, GAY? For what even, the pony or the sex? Right now, it seems both damnit! “AAAHHH” You moan loader when Bon Bon squeezes a button on the strap-on. Warm fluids begins to fill Lyra’s rectum, and you can’t help but clench down in fear. You dare not move an inch. Luckily, you can’t even if you wanted to.
You feel Bon Bon remove the fake stallion dick from Lyra’s-YOUR anus. You feel your face flush as she eyes you up and down, the mystery goo leaking from your-Lyra’s? behind.
“See? It wasn’t so bad… now that that’s over with, how about we move on to the real stuff?”
Real stuff? REAL STUFF? WHAT THE BLOODY HECK WAS THAT, PRETEND ANAL RAPE?
“Wh- why?” You manage to choke out in between more tears.
“Because I love you of course, sweetie.” She moves in slowly for another kiss, and you can’t seem to avoid it. Her tongue creeps its way into your mouth unhindered by you. She tastes… like mint and chocolate chips now… she’s so… sweet…
Wait, mint? Oh god, do you really taste like mint down there? You do a spittake right into her mouth as a sudden reflex. Bon Bon in return moves her head back in surprise, and you paw at Lyra’s-your tongue with your-Lyra’s hooves, trying desperately to remove the flavor of your own body.
“Well, Lyra, that was surprising.” Bon Bon stares right into your eyes. “I thought you liked your own flavor.”
Oh shit, you just realized something. If Bon Bon the destroyer ever finds out this was you instead of the real Lyra, you’re dead. She will force your body and soul back together, kill you, learn necromancy and kill you again, travel to Tartarus and beat your blackened soul for all eternity! You can’t let that happen!
“U- Uhh yeah. I just.. uh… wanted to…uh.” You try desperately to come up with something.
“Oh, Lyra, you don’t need to make an excuse. We probably should have showered first. Maybe tomorrow night, hmm?”
You gulp as you let that sink in. Just roll with it for now dude, you’ll escape!
…You hope.
She once again lays the battering dong against your great walls of Va-China and licks your nose. “Here I come…”
You can only watch in horror as she presses into you again.
“Oh, you’re definitely ready this time.”
W-what? What’s going on? Now that you realize it, that entire area is warm and wet, but you just assumed that was from the licking and saliva… not from your own… No, you’re not going there, no matter how true it may be. Nope, nope, nope, nope!
You can feel the lower lips spread open as the enormous… eeeuugghh… slides in, this time aided by your natural bodily response. You don’t even bother to lie to yourself that it’s still Lyra’s body, as you can feel every nerve down there responding when being hit by the fake thing inside of you.
“Oh, fuck me.” You mutter as you realize that even your mind is giving in.
“I sure will, Lyra. Oops! I mean Anonymous.” She giggles. She fucking giggles. She presses into you with her frickin five bit fake footlong, and she has the audacity to giggle!
As for you? You start to moan like a bitch in heat every time she slams back into you.
“AAH- HHH!” You moan when she starts to speed up her trusts into your body. “OOAAHHH!” You let out a rather load moan when she hits an extremely sensitive spot. “MMmmmm!” You make your pleasure sound out vocally once again, as you’re really starting to like this. Suddenly though she stops. “Hey… why’d you stop?”
“You’re rather vocal for a stallion in a mare’s body, Lyra. Try to stay in character.”
You give her your best are you shitting me face, with your brows furrowed, eyes narrowed and a frown forming.
“Fine, if you really want to roleplay a giant whorse, who am I to stop you?” With that said, she plunges the whole thing in, hitting an even more sensitive spot you didn’t even know you had.
“OOAAHHH!” Is the final moan you let out before you end up being short of breath and cannot continue your load moans. Which is just as well, as Bon Bon begins to really ploughing you in preparation of the imminent seeding that soon will follow.
Before too long though, you regain your voice, but only as much as a few “eeps” and ”oh yes” ever become verbalized. This continues for a time, and you can feel a pressure building inside of you.
“Bon…ah… I think I-aahhh! AAHHH!” You convulse around the strap-on, which is impaled deep inside of you, before it starts to ejaculate more of that candy semen that soon starts spilling out, as Bon Bon must have hit that button again. But she doesn’t stop at all and continues to trust hard and deep into you. “AAHHH!”
“Yeah, I know how you like it, Lyra, all the way, riding the aftershocks!”
After what must have been a dozen or so more tinier orgasms, she finally stops thrusting, shaking a bit as well. You can’t help but notice a liquid dripping from her as well. Bon Bon dismounts you and then gets up at the bed’s edge on her back hooves displaying the dreaded dong.
“Come on now, Lyra, clean up your messes…”
You suddenly realize that in this position she’s perfect to get knocked on her ass so you can escape! Oh happy day! You eagerly rise, a smile forming as you plan the mare’s downfall. Moving slowly and deliberately, like a turquoise panther, you traverse the bed and leap forward at the last second, right at the unsuspecting Bon Bon!
…Who takes you in a hug, kissing you full on.
Okay, maybe she was expecting it?
“Heehee, not that mess, sweetie, THIS one.” She points back at the fake cock.
With your plan foiled, you got no other option but to play along, in the hopes that you can still escape somehow… maybe. Hanging your head in defeat, you lower yourself to see eye to eye with the dreaded fake one-eyed trouser snake that was deep inside of you earlier.
“Open wiiide~!” She pushes it forwards to your mouth. Suppressing the urge to vomit, you slowly open your mouth, and let the beast slide in. “Be sure to get it nice and clean. Then don’t forget about me!”
You run your mouth as far down as you can, sucking and licking at the thick rubber. It actually does taste kind of like candy. You pop it out of your mouth and go back down it on the outsides, licking where you could not reach with your meager gag reflex.
“That’s a nice shade of red on you, Lyra. What’s the matter? Ashamed that I made you clean the toys too?” The cream colored mare really seems to be in her dominatrix mode now, as she seems to relish this.
Your face now thoroughly reddened, you complete the first task and-
No. NO PLEASE GOD NO. But you got to do it or she’ll get suspicious. Nooo…
You drown out the internal dialogue and focus your attention on Bon Bon. You have to make her feel good, and then you'll just slip away in the night, kidnap Lyra, learn magic somehow and recreate the alchemist soulswap bullshit that got you into this position in the first place.
After she’s satisfied with your work, she detaches the fifth limb, letting it fall on the floor.
“Good girl, Lyra. Now, do me! Just stick that horn of yours inside of me and work that magic!” She flops onto the bed and spread her legs wide
…Wait, the horn?
Oh, oh god, that’s nasty! You hope she at least WASHES it afterwards! And just like that, you are suddenly remembering all the times Lyra has ever touched you with her horn. All of them!
“Hey now, don’t you make that face at me, hon! Fair play. Let’s go, chop chop!”
Ugh…
You slide up to Bon Bon’s crotch, her tiny maretits in full view before you realize she’s winking at you. She doesn’t use her face do this either. You shut your eyes and bite the figurative bullet, bringing your head and horn to bear on Bon Bon’s backside. You don’t plan on shoving it down that hole though! You re-position yourself at her cream colored cooter and tap it with your tip. It feels warm and other things that gross you out, but you can FEEL it through that horn! You kind of assumed that horns were like wands or something and unicorns couldn’t actually feel anything through them. How wrong you were.
“Hey now, don’t tease me, I did your little roleplay, you do me!”
You gulp and shove more of your extrasensory sensitive stick inside when you realize that magic is something that you ain't got. Hopefully she was just asking for bedroom magic. Your horn isn't that big though, and you find that shoving it around in her like a makeshift dildo is not doing too good of a job.
“Uh..Lyra? Something wrong?"
“I swear this never happened to me before!" it’s actually the truth. You had never had to screw a mare with a unicorn horn while bodyswapped with another mare her body.
"It’s okay, Lyra, it happens to all unicorns once in a while, that's why I brought some of these..." She pulls out some pills and pops the top, giving you one the weird looking red white items. With no way out of this, you ingest the mystery medicine.
…only for nothing to happen. Heh, well that was boring. All that for noth- WOAH GEEZ. YOU CAN SEE FOREVER! Sparks come to life at the tip of your appendage.
“Put it in! Quickly!” The cream colored mare orders you. You obey, and begin feeling a strange tingly sensation along your spine that extends to every corner of your body. Shit, you can even feel your tail. You will the heat in your head to escape it, desperate for release. Thankfully, your horn answers the call, blowing magic like a signal to Gondor within her hallowed halls.
“Oh, yes, YES!” You feel Bon Bon convulse around your horn, nearly crushing it in the process, as she peaks atop of you. Seconds later, the magic slows down to a trickle, and you extract yourself from her pussy premises. Your plans for escape, however, do not last. Wooziness overtakes you, and you only manage to lie down next to Bon Bon. "That...was...sooo awesome!" She pulls you into the little spoon position and kisses your neck. "Good night, Lyra."
"Err, right...good night." Now's your chance! You're slowly regaining strength, so you can just up and leave, throwing some excuse like getting some water, and then actually get some water so you aren't lying and don't make the scrunchyface screwing it all up. But...you don't really feel like it. You sigh and relax, held closely by Bon Bon, who snores cute little breaths into your ear.
***
Celestia's sun rouses you from your rest as it peeks through the window, heralding the dawn of a new day. You groan sleepily, rolling out of the bed. God, you're so sore! Ever since Bon Bon had treated Lyra's-YOUR body like that last night...wow. Talk about an eye opener. You stumble towards the curtains and shut them, returning to Bon Bon's side. You snuggle under the covers, and she reflexively lays a hoof over your shoulder.
"Hmmff...love you Lyra..."
"I...love you too, Bon Bon." You give her muzzle a nuzzle from your own and go back to sleep.
The End.
Author's Note
Based on a very old greentext that I finally made into prose form. It's not meant to be a pure clopfic, but just a random stupid clopfic about you getting in a very awkward situation!
