Kisses and Crinkles

The clattering of metal rang sharply against the tiles of the kitchen walls as Bon Bon flinched back from the spray of water. Grumbling, she bent back into the cauldron, lifting one of her hind legs to be able to reach the hose that was now spraying its water along the bottom. Rising back out of the metal pot, she lifted the shower head to her mouth and turned the little rotary valve with her teeth. The last drops of the cold water that issued from the hose ran over her hoof, making her shiver.

Bon Bon sighed as the water escaped the large metal vessel through the drain at the bottom, leaving single drops twinkling golden against the brushed metal in the light of the sunset. No matter how exhausted she felt, it had still been a good week. Their faces were so happy as everypony munched on the new variations she had produced, her drive to find out what she was capable of doing with the usually soft and sweet taffies creating new and exciting tastes never heard of before. She hadn’t really noticed at times, hunkered down at the table between her cauldrons, staring at the local fruit and exotic spices sprawled out before her, her brain operating at full stretch analyzing and combining the ingredients and their effects and chemical properties. But whenever Bon Bon stepped out of her kitchen, entering the other half of the building that was the salesroom, the sight of the space filled to the brim with ponies of all colors, chatting excitedly about how they loved the lemon-ginger flavour, or how weird the vegetables one tasted, left her speechless. Little fillies and colts laughed freely as they watched Bon Bon’s wife energetically fill paper bags with the wondrous sweets, the little shovel floating around frantically, retrieving a multi-colored mixture of variations from all corners of the rapidly emptying display table.

When Lyra turned around from the counter, seeing Bon Bon holding the overfull strainer with the next batch of taffies in her mouth, looking zoned out, she gave her a reassuring smile, catching her eyes with a look of affection that could only occur between two true lovers. “You’re doing so great, honey,” she said as she took the strainer in her magical grasp. When Bon Bon’s mouth was free, Lyra bent forward and planted a vigorous kiss square on her muzzle. The kiss couldn’t ever have lasted long enough. As Bon Bon watched her wife pour the sweets onto the slanted display table, the ponies who were closest broke from grinning at their public display of affection to be the first to try out the new and unknown taste that was rolling down the slanted trays towards them. At this moment, Bon Bon was reaffirmed that she would rather be nowhere else but right here.

The dish towel, that usually shone a chipper blue, was almost completely black in the golden light flooding the room from the row of windows around the back entrance as Bon Bon lifted it away from her face. While she usually used the towel to quickly dry off freshly washed cooking utensils, right now she had elected to just sit down and wipe the aftermath of the cleanup off herself. She breathed deeply as she pushed erratic strands of hair out of her vision and behind her ears to rejoin the rest of her curly mane.

The towel landed in a basket after she stood up. Bon Bon was finished. While not everything had been cleaned completely, her muscles ached, and the most important parts had been done so it wouldn’t hurt to leave the rest for next week. She had sent Lyra home early, against her insistence to continue helping out at the shop, asking her to tidy up the house and prepare some dinner instead. Bon Bon wanted nothing more right now than to go home and spend time with her beloved wife.
The saddlebag was light as she pulled the strap fastened with her teeth, only containing notes and scribbles she didn’t want to throw out. She felt the stress starting to melt away as she basked in the stillness of her empty shop after she closed the door to the kitchen. The display cases, racks and sitting tables were almost empty, preparing to rest unmovingly over the weekend. The last jingle rang as Bon Bon opened the front door and stepped out into the cool breeze of the late afternoon, letting the door fall shut with a click behind her.

The clip-clop of her hooves resounded against the cobblestone as Bon Bon navigated along the Ponyville plaza, long familiar stone and brick buildings standing firm, as if to reassure her the silent motionless giants would keep the world intact until tomorrow. Lily was waving her hoof from the garden centre as she watered the supple screen of ornamental plants that covered the store’s front with the little watering can in her mouth. She congratulated Bon Bon for the successful event, both her and the florists had seen so many more customers interested in getting plants and flowers for their homes over the week. It had to have something to do with Bon Bon’s sweets, they made ponies crave for a fresh breath of colorful and juicy plants around their houses. As she happily chattered on, Lily indicated down the alley, towards the town’s glass house complex shimmering brightly in the golden glow, where the two florists were busying themselves around a cart, waving at Bon Bon as they heard the voices of their conversation.

After exchanging laughs, wishing each other good weekends and reminding each other of the rainfall on Sunday, Bon Bon turned to canter past beautiful flower beds surrounding the luscious green patches of grass that formed the park. The fountain murmured gently at the ponies passing by, their heads low from exhaustion, their hooves carrying them to their homes to spend some days refreshing themselves for the adventures that awaited them next week.

The familiar trek through the alleyway past the antique store took Bon Bon at least twice as long as she kept a comfortably slow pace. The craftspony district, during the day busy and bustling from wares, customers and traders, gave way to a more spacious and peaceful collection of houses, lush gardens caressing the various cozy buildings that ponies and families called their homes, as Bon Bon left the town center. Her hooves carried her along the cobblestone road as she passed houses wide and tall, balconies and cellars, freshly painted shingles and grubby old walls. She waved to all the ponies on the way as she considered them all her neighbours, fillies and colts cheerfully playing around a swing set, stallions happily chatting on the porch and raising their cups of ale in greeting to her passing, the big and old cherry tree doing its best to supply her with spotty shadow as she passed underneath, North Wind being enraptured in another book as she sat on the edge of her cloud home that was gently floating above, her hooves dangling in the breeze.

Warmth filled her heart as the houses grew more sparse and gave way to Bon Bon’s home, their little two-story cottage standing peacefully next to the shivering old oak, the only tree that made it this far out from the forest bordering on the town. She savoured the view of their house, the chimney issuing forth small billows of white smoke that brightly caught the sunlight, long vines hanging from the balcony above the entrance, framing the glossy polished wooden door as it guarded the portal into their own little world inside the building made of sturdy, heavy old wood. All that they had been through, all that they had to prove, all the intimacies that they shared, all the work that had went into this house, Bon Bon reveled in the absolute certainty that she wanted to live here with nopony else than her friend, her love, her wife, Lyra. She patiently wiped the dust off her hooves against the bristles of the doormat before she finally pushed open the door.

“Hey, Lyra!” Bon Bon’s voice came out weaker than she had hoped. Nonetheless, a commotion sounded from the end of the hallway, the end of the kitchen counter visible through the open door, as metal cutlery clattered against wood. Ample illumination came as golden light from the sun shining through the common room to her right and the calming white of the magelights that hung above the door behind her and in the dining room to her left. Through the doorway, Lyra’s head popped up above the polished dining table in the passageway to the kitchen, regarding Bon Bon excitedly.

“Are you finished?”, Lyra asked excitedly.

“Yeah, the shop is closed,” Bon Bon answered and sighed, “I think I’m really ready to relax right now.”

“Oh that’s so cool,” Lyra exclaimed, “don’t worry honey, we’re gonna relax all weekend. You’re gonna be so relaxed you won’t even-- hey wait!”

Bon Bon froze mid-movement, having bowed her head down to unfasten her saddlebags. Lyra immediately jumped into the dining room and trotted around the table toward Bon Bon, her horn aglow as she grabbed something outside of her view. As Lyra stepped into the hallway, Bon Bon’s suspicion as to what got her so excited was only confirmed as her flank came into her view, the lyre cutie mark half covered by the foalish article of clothing, the sight of which made Bon Bon’s heart flutter in delight.

Lyra stepped up to Bon Bon and said in a mock authoritative tone, “I decree that the relaxing begins right now!” She bent forward and locked lips with Bon Bon, pressing her muzzle against her wife’s in an affectionate smooch. After pulling back, she said more gently, “You deserve it, Bon Bon.”

“Thank you so much, Lyra,” Bon Bon said, feeling her eyes well up at her wife’s unimpeded kindness. “You were such a help, you know. At the shop. You stayed with me the entire week.”

“Hey, it was a team effort,” Lyra replied, “I couldn’t just leave you there alone while you had the time of your life. Besides, one hoof washes the other, right?” To underline her question, Lyra happily wiggled her hindquarters, eliciting the familiar crinkle that evoked so many pleasant emotions inside Bon Bon.

Her giggle came out much louder than Bon Bon had planned, her elation amplified by the excitement she felt at what was about to happen. “The time of my life,” Bon Bon said, “is every time I am with you.” She gave a quick peck to Lyra’s muzzle.

“Aaaaawwwwww…” Lyra felt her cheeks grow hot, “that’s so charming. We really need to get started before you swoon me off my hooves. Come on, Bon Bon!” With that, she floated the item she had held in her telekinesis in front of Bon Bon’s face.

Bon Bon immediately recognized the plain pink pacifier that floated tantalizingly in front of her. It was just like a foal’s, only way larger, intended for use by a fully grown pony. They had gotten a set of them from Healing Herb, who had procured them from the hospital stores. Something about the ongoing plastic overproduction, but since she had been familiar with Lyra and Bon Bon’s intimate habits, she had offered the items to them, knowing that barely anypony else would have much interest. Of course they had bought a large portion of the pacifiers without hesitation.

Bon Bon’s heart beat faster as she regarded the ocher rubber nipple, its shape practically begging for it to be suckled and chewed upon. No matter how often they had done this together in the past, the anticipation was still as overwhelming as the first time they had discovered each other. Bon Bon was trembling as she slowly opened her mouth, her wife’s golden eyes staring at her, her cute little muzzle smiling in pure encouragement and affection. Bon Bon was so happy to have her. She leaned forward and bit down on the pacifier, the rubber nipple offering the most gentle resistance against her teeth as it comfortably rested against her tongue. She closed her lips around the soft nipple and gave her first foalish suckle, the pink plastic plate pushing against her mouth as the pacifier snugly filled the better part of her muzzle.

Adult Bon Bon took the back seat as she let foal Bon Bon take over. Lyra knew exactly what was going on as the goofy smile spread across her lover’s face, her eyes glinting with innocent excitement as the worries of the world slipped away. Her heart was filled with an elating warmth at seeing Bon Bon relax like this.

“Who’s my cute little filly?” Lyra asked playfully as she nuzzled Bon Bon’s pacifier, “You are!!” Bon Bon couldn’t resist giggling at the sight of Lyra’s face and the sound of her voice so close to herself. She broke into all-out laughter as Lyra bent down to undo her saddlebags.

“Let’s just get this thing off you … “, Lyra said. Bon Bon didn’t know why this was so funny. “And done!” Lyra said as the saddlebags, enveloped in Lyra’s yellow aura, slid off the back of the guffawing big filly and landed at the foot of the coat hanger. She couldn’t help but to chuckle along herself at Bon Bon’s carefree happiness before she stepped back.

“Wanna have one of these bad boys?” Lyra asked, lifting her hind leg with a crinkle, showing off the diaper that hugged her hindquarters.

Bon Bon’s eyes grew wide. “Yes. Yes please!” Bon Bon said excitedly around her pacifier, “I wanna have one too…”

“Well then come on,” Lyra said grinning as she trotted into the common room, “let’s get you diapered, Bon Bon, like every foal should be.”

The floorboards creaked as Bon Bon jumped after Lyra at that statement. She stayed close behind her, trembling with giddiness, the vigorous suckling of her pacifier almost happening instinctively already. As they made their way to the top of the stairs along the inner wall, Lyra was swishing her tail eagerly in excitement. Her diaper was already a little bloated between her hind legs, the slight discoloration indicating that she had already relieved herself in it before. That made Bon Bon consider as they reached the upper floor, her hooves falling on the plush carpet.

“Lyra, I uh, maybe I should, uhm … before w-we …. I have to… “, she stammered around her pacifier.

“What do you have to?” Lyra asked as she made her way straight towards the bedroom door along the wall opposite to the stairs. The sun shone in a steep angle through the windows along the walkway to their right, the long hall connecting the glass wall that opened to the front balcony to the door that led to the back balcony. Bon Bon looked at the little coffee table to their left, standing before the balcony and next to their little bookshelf, sitting at which they had spent entire evenings before. Past the table went another short hallway, permitting access to the door leading to their washroom, the place Bon Bon was trying to get Lyra to think about.

“Um, I have t-to go potty…”, Bon Bon said meekly.

Lyra barely even looked at her. “Great! I’m sure you’re gonna enjoy it!” She happily pushed open the door to their bedroom. Since the room had no windows on the west side, it was lit by the small crystal on the ceiling emitting a gentle magelight as soon as Lyra touched her hoof against the little control box on the wall next to the door. The light illuminated their messy bed and the cabinets and wardrobes, but most importantly right now, Lyra’s obvious destination, the oversized foal changing table.

Bon Bon ducked into the room behind her, still in amazement of how Lyra treated the realization of her most intimate secret desires so naturally without effort or hesitation. She only caught up to Lyra as she stood before her, tapping the plastic cover over the foam mattress on top of the changing table while looking at her expectantly. Bon Bon couldn’t resist showing her gratitude once more by kissing Lyra on the cheek, but instead she foalishly pressed the plastic plate in front of her muzzle into Lyra’s face and kissed her pacifier.

Lyra could only chuckle in delight at her little filly’s antics and gave her a smooch on her cheek in turn, before she said, “Come on, Bon Bon, up you go!”

Bon Bon eyed the white plastic of the diapers stacked in the tray below, particularly the top one of which she knew it would be embracing her soon, before she put her forelegs on top of the changing table and clambered up, careful not to disturb the little shelves with the supplies under the table or the metal waste bin with the push-down lid right next to it, which they had designated their official diaper pail long ago. Lyra could plainly see that Bon Bon had already unveiled herself, having no control over who could see her privates, just like the foal she was.

Bon Bon sat down in the middle of the plastic mat, sinking slightly into the soft foam beneath, and took a moment to inhale deeply before laying back on top of her tail. She spread her hind legs far apart, fully exposing her intimate parts to Lyra, before she looked at her expectantly, the pink pacifier softly moving in her mouth.

Lyra nuzzled her once against the cheek, eliciting a cute giggle from Bon Bon, as she unscrewed the skin cream under the table. She could have tried doing this by magic, but why miss out on all the fun? Bon Bon moaned a little as Lyra’s hoof pushed the glob of skin cream into her crotch. She had her eyes closed, obviously enjoying the moment to its fullest. Lyra noticed how very warm Bon Bon’s mare parts already had become in excitement, as she gently covered her coat with the cream. Not wanting to bar her love from her ultimate fantasy any longer than needed, she quickly grasped both Bon Bon’s hind hooves in her free foreleg and leaned in, pushing them towards her chest. Bon Bon’s hindquarters lifted up from the changing table, naturally spreading her butt cheeks apart. Lyra gently placed her other hoof against Bon Bon, smoothly spreading the rest of the skin cream across the exposed soft pink flesh. She wiped her hooves clean of the cream on the fur on Bon Bon’s butt as she floated the most important piece of the ritual up from under the table.

Bon Bon giggled amusedly as Lyra had to sway her head back and forth to shake the diaper open in her magical grasp and fluff it out. Soon, the diaper presented its interior to the mares, its hourglass shape with the notch on the bigger end leaving no question as to where it was supposed to go. Lyra felt satisfied at being able to do this for her, as the diaper finally slid under Bon Bon, the base of her tail fitting perfectly into the little opening, before she lowered her body back down onto the soft fluff. Bon Bon sighed deeply, feeling the firm kiss of the diaper against her nether lips as Lyra pulled it up between her hind legs. After she flattened the diaper front against Bon Bon’s belly, the unmistakable ripping sound that accompanied every foal change rang out in the room before Lyra rubbed the tape stuck along her waist. Another rip, another crinkle, and the other side of the diaper was fastened securely against Bon Bon’s hips.

Bon Bon felt that Lyra was already breathing heavily too as she leaned in for a hug, placing her head against her shoulder. Bon Bon let herself be pulled upright as Lyra stood straight again whispering into her ear, “you’re such a cute little foal, Bon Bon, you know that? Such a little cutie baby foal.” Bon Bon snuggled Lyra as hard as she could as she felt her hooves around the base of her tail. The final rip issued, Lyra pulled the diaper tight around Bon Bon’s tail and firmly pressed the tape stuck above her dock.

It was done. The diaper change was complete and Bon Bon was now finally properly diapered, just like her best friend. Still, the two didn’t stir as they held each other, the sides of their heads pressed together as an intimate warmth built up between them, Bon Bon chewing softly on her pacifier while Lyra breathed deeply with a wide smile gracing her muzzle.

It had all come down to this. Their past had chased the two intimidated and confused mares like a foaming beast, ready to tear into their fears and insecurities the moment they let their guard down. The skeptical glares of disapproving family. The surreptitious gatherings of a forbidden love. The panicked fear of intimate secrets exposed.
Lyra held on tighter as Bon Bon scooted forward, crinkling loudly as she slipped off the smooth top of the changing table, coming to rest on her hind legs in the graceful balance that could occur only between two true lovers leaning into each other.

It was the shadow of their past that made the light of their victory shine all the brighter. Their families had come to see their love to be as genuine as it really was. They had found a home where they were at liberty to be their true selves. They had realized that they could give each other so much more than anypony else. At that instant in time, Lyra and Bon Bon both knew that they wanted to be nowhere else than right there, in Ponyville, in their own home, holding each other while pretending to be foals. And most importantly, they were there together, joined by the sacred bond of pure love and affection that was theirs alone.

“I love you so much, Bon Bon”, said Lyra, her voice dreamy while her forehooves delicately caressed the familiar landscape of Bon Bon’s back.

“And I will always love you back, Lyra”, replied Bon Bon, tenderly stroking the chaotic mint-and-white mane that she could never get enough of.

An intimate moment passed in silence before the muted thumps of hooves against plush carpet announced their breaking. The smell of the food was overwhelming, a good incentive for Lyra to hurry and go turn off the stove.

“I made a creamy stew, extra creamy, just the way you like it, right?” Lyra asked, looking back from the stairs through the bedroom door.

“Yaaay! I love extra creamy!” Bon Bon didn’t know she could get this excited about food. Lyra giggled affectionately at her big filly before she vanished down the stairs. Bon Bon remained still for a moment, reveling in the satisfaction that having the big foal pacifier in her mouth gave her. It felt so right to suckle on it, pushing it up against her lips, the rubber nipple slipping back to its natural position when she relaxed again, leaving the front of her muzzle moist with the spittle that had escaped her mouth and covered the inside of the plastic guard. She lifted a hind leg and pressed it against the other, relishing the distinct presence of the diaper against her intimate parts, before she pulled it away and stood with her hind legs spread far apart, amazed at how the diaper never wavered in its firm grasp against her, reassuring her that it would always be ready and waiting to do its job whenever she needed it to.

Bon Bon tread softly, taking time to enjoy all the subtle movements and sounds of her favourite article of clothing, as she followed in Lyra’s hoofsteps. She listened to the homely tapping of hooves against the linoleum in the kitchen as the hearth caught her attention. The striking red glow of the charred wood barely managed to illuminate the common room.

Bon Bon stepped off the stairs and turned around to canter behind the staircase. In the small space under the stairs, the golden frame of Lyra’s lyre glinted beautifully in the glow coming from the hearth in the opposite wall. It rested neatly on a small stack of books, left behind from the last time they had spent time together on the pillows lined up along the wall, their comfortable little sitting space around the fire.

She stood on the warm stone pedestal in front of the fireplace. Everypony knew to just grab a log and fling it into the glow to renew the flames using their teeth. Instead, Bon Bon sat down on the comfortable cushion secured against her hindquarters and leaned forward to pull a piece of firewood off the stack with a hoof. She awkwardly tried to balance it between her forelegs, the firewood threatening to fall from her grasp more than once, before she found out to just hold it up from below with both hooves. She couldn’t help but smile in delight at her little discovery before she gave a shove and let the wood fall into the fireplace. The big foal gasped at the mesmerizing show of the embers scattering, their swirling patterns twinkling in the air as beautifully as the first of Luna’s stars that started becoming visible through the windows. Bon Bon sat and watched the flames lapping at their new fuel before the clattering of cutlery beckoned her to get up again.

She trotted out of the common room and stepped into the bright kitchen through the hallway entrance. The sky blue kitchen counter was littered with kitchen utensils, in the middle of which was Lyra, propped up on the stove with her forehooves, watching the ladle float in front of her, her stew dripping everywhere as she transferred it into the two bowls on the countertop. She only noticed Bon Bon when she broke broke out into an amused giggle at the sight.

“Hey! Don’t laugh,” Lyra said good-naturedly, “you would do even worse with that pacifier of yours in your mouth.”

“But I like my paci,” Bon Bon retorted as she stepped up to Lyra.

“I know you do,” Lyra said, leaning down to plant a quick peck on the pacifier’s plastic guard, a blotch of the greenish stew landing on the counter. “And look at you chew on that thing. You must be famished from working all day!” Bon Bon only now noticed the movement of her jaw, how much she had been enjoying chomping down on her pacifier and rolling it around between her teeth, without even being aware of it. She didn’t stop.

“Mmmmmhhh… it tastes so good”, Bon Bon said while making a show of sloppily munching on the pacifier, “maybe you want one too?”

“Later, sweetie,” Lyra said as the second bowl was filled up, “we gotta eat first. I’ve got a nice big portion of juicy and healthy stew for you right here.” Her pacifier became more slippery as Bon Bon’s mouth watered. Even if she hadn’t been all that hungry, she really loved Lyra’s stew.

Lyra turned off the stove, the enchanted ruby encased in the metal plate immediately ceasing its heat emitting magic, before she floated the lid back onto the pot. She picked up one of the bowls with her mouth, with Bon Bon chuckling as she saw the spoon inside slide against Lyra’s muzzle, the other bowl with her magic and carefully lowered herself back onto the kitchen floor with gentle taps from her hooves and soft rustling from her diaper.

Bon Bon smelled the food as the bowl passed by her. She really wanted to eat and eagerly turned to follow Lyra into the dining room. However, the messy assortment of kitchen towels presenting itself on the shelf next to the passage between rooms reminded her how foals needed special attire for eating too. Bereft of the use of her mouth, Bon Bon instead walked up to the shelf and pushed her nose into one of the towels hanging off the edge. It didn’t take much for the cloth to slip off and drape itself over her muzzle and half her face. Thusly equipped, she navigated into the dining room, where Lyra was setting the bowls down at two seats right next to each other on the large, smoothly polished table that took up most of the room.

Lyra was about to say something as she turned around, but instead broke out howling in laughter as her eyes fell on Bon Bon’s visage, only her bouncing pacifier sticking out from under the white cloth. Her convulsing stomach was aflutter with warm fondness at seeing her big foal being so fantastically cute. Still laughing, Lyra was quick to throw herself around Bon Bon’s neck, vigorously rubbing her face against hers in an overenthusiastic attempt at a nuzzle. Little tears stood at the corners of Lyra’s eyes as she planted smooches all over Bon Bon.

“Bon Bon, you are the absolutely cutest little filly possible, you know that?” she exclaimed as a yellow light lifted the kitchen towel to reveal Bon Bon’s grinning face.

After she had approximately composed herself, Lyra stood back, towel in front of her, and said, “I guess this means you would like me to feed you?”

Bon Bon ducked her head a little in embarrassment at the blatant mention of her request, but without hesitation said what was on her mind. “Yes, please.”

“Very good choice, madame,” Lyra said, pulling back the wooden chair in front of the steaming bowl, “please, have a seat.”

Bon Bon sat down, having always preferred bringing her own cushion for the plain wooden chairs, especially when that cushion was thick and fluffy enough for her to barely even feel the solid wood. She was enraptured by a deep seated, primal feeling of satisfaction as she listened to Lyra crinkle beside her, anticipating the upcoming one of many foalish rituals that never failed to inspire happiness and excitement in her. It was so perfect, the bowl of warm food in front of her, the carefree ease with which her beloved big foal playmate had handled everything, the little giggles of contentment she just couldn’t stop from escaping her mouth. Everything was so perfect for a foal like her, because that’s what Bon Bon was. A foal. A little foal who was waiting to be fed both for nourishment and for being intimately close with the one she loved. A little foal who didn’t know any better and had to wear diapers. A little foal who excitedly lifted her head as she saw the kitchen towel approaching.

“... aaaand there we go!” Lyra said as she pulled her hooves back, Bon Bon’s pink and blue locks falling back into place over the cloth that was now tied loosely around her neck. It covered her chest down to her bellybutton, giving Lyra some ease of mind, mostly not because she was protected from any mess, but because she had enough cloth to rub around Bon Bon’s gentle features the way she enjoyed doing so much.

“Thank you Lyra!”, Bon Bon announced in a cheery little sing-song.

“Whoa, don’t thank me yet,” Lyra retorted, “I’ll have to separate you from your little friend here first.” The pacifier glistened in saliva, even on the plastic guard, as it settled on the table. “Now we’re ready.”

Lyra ate a spoonful of her own food using her telekinesis before she lifted Bon Bon’s spoon with a hoof, holding it up to her big foal. She grew a warm smile as Bon Bon, her hooves on the table like a good filly and her butt crinkling pronouncedly, giddily leaned forward and slurped the stew off the spoon.

Wheat crunched between Bon Bon’s teeth, their bitter essence perfectly complementing the sweet and sour tastes of the season’s roots and vegetables. The culinary symphony tickled her senses as creamy liquid dispersed in her mouth and soft chunks melted on her tongue.

“Mmmmmmhh…” she made, “Mmmmmm! Mmh! Oh sweet Celestia, this is so good!”

“I’m quite partial to it myself,” Lyra said chewing on her next spoonful. She lifted the towel from Bon Bon’s belly and dabbed her mouth and cheeks with it. There wasn’t really anything there, she just wanted to see Bon Bon squirm with with the pleasure she so poorly disguised as embarrassment.

“Open up!” Lyra said as she held the next spoonful up to Bon Bon’s muzzle.

“This is really good though, Lyra,” Bon Bon said with a full mouth, “better than paid for. What did you put in here?” She swallowed and smacked her mouth. “Wait, is this pumpkin? Did you use the old pumpkin in the basement?”

“Ehmm...” Lyra swallowed her food, ducking her head in embarrassment, “yeah I kinda did. Didn’t think you’d taste it though. It barely tasted of anything anymore.”

“Eeeeewwww…” Bon Bon said, eyeing the next portion of food offered to her suspiciously, “that pumpkin was all dried out and wrinkly. And wasn’t like half of it moldy?”

“Yeah, I cut the mold away,” Lyra said holding the spoon closer to Bon Bon, before mumbling loudly, “well most of it…”

Bon Bon’s eyes widened in an onset of shock before she saw the huge mischievous grin on Lyra’s face. She broke out into a fit of giggles and ate her food off the spoon. Lyra couldn’t help laughing along as she savoured her victory. Her joke would have at best elicited a chuckle from adult Bon Bon, but the diaperfilly in front of her was tittering as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

After the next spoon, the still excited foal had little blotches of food smeared around her mouth. Bon Bon closed her eyes, enjoying the soft brushing of the cloth towel as Lyra’s gentle hoof guided it across her muzzle. After she felt it settle back on her tummy, a tingling pleasure radiated through Bon Bon as she saw the big food stain that now rested prominently on her makeshift bib. It was amazing how it was okay for her to not be immaculate with her eating, and that she had special clothing to take care of her foalish needs. Everything was in order though, because that was what she was. Bon Bon was a foal right now.

Lyra smiled reassuringly as Bon Bon looked back up. “Go on,” she said, grinning as Bon Bon accepted the next portion of food without second thought, “good girl! Eating your meal like that, you’re going to be a strong and healthy filly!”

The foal-talk only continued to fuel the enjoyment burning deep inside Bon Bon. She never felt like this when she wasn’t around Lyra. All the foalish things, her infantile mannerisms, her clothes and toys and diapers - those were all worldly pleasures Bon Bon happened to share with another pony. But only her wife understood to bond with her deep down on a fundamental level, bringing comfort to the very essence of her soul in a way that could not exist anywhere else. Lyra was an enlightened pony. She had a brilliant eye for the little details and radiated an unadulterated Lebenslust that was so unfailingly infectious to Bon Bon. She liked to pretend to be a foal, but only Lyra could make her feel that it was okay for her to be a foal, even that it was expected of her, and to reward her for fulfilling her role as an infant. Bon Bon should have only felt sensual pleasure. She felt exaltation.

“Come on, Bon Bon, my hoof’s gonna fall of,” Lyra whined as Bon Bon realized her lips had been prodded for a while. She quickly took the stew in her mouth before Lyra proceeded to feed herself. “You’re such a silly filly sometimes.”

It was because of Lyra’s nature that, despite the infantile situation she enjoyed so much, despite the foal-talk and the little touches and cuddles, despite her diaper constantly pestering her for sensuous attention, Bon Bon still found herself at a clear mind. She explored and relished the sensations of the world as if born anew, and right then she felt nothing but affection and desire for the pony she loved so much.

When Lyra’s face appeared behind the cloth that had been vigorously rubbing her snout, Bon Bon took the chance to quickly close in and plant a sloppy kiss on Lyra’s cheek. Lyra shrieked and giggled in excitement before she found all the explanation she needed in Bon Bon’s happy, carefree grin.

As Bon Bon was fed the next spoonful, she felt a blotch of the stew drizzle down her chin and land on her bib. It was okay though. She’d rather concentrate on the distant taste of something sour she had been chasing with her senses.

“Lyra,” Bon Bon paused in concentration, indicating her mouth, “is that sorrel?”

“Yeah it is. Nice catch!” Lyra said while eagerly continuing to feed Bon Bon, “I thought it would be perfect for the stew, but I think the taste got drowned out too much.”

“No, I like it the way it is,” Bon Bon said before swallowing, “but where did you get it? I haven’t seen sorrel grow around here in a while.”

“Oh I actually found it the other day when you sent me over to Sweet Apple Acres,” Lyra recounted in a chipper tone, “there were so many ponies outside, so I took the road around town, the one that goes past the lake. You remember the place with the huge thornberry bushes? There’s a little hill between those and the lake…”

Lyra continued to feed and clean Bon Bon’s face as shared her story and answered questions. She had found the sorrel on the far side of a hill that lay not far from a road leading from their neighbourhood around the outskirts of Ponyville. They hadn’t usually gone there because a large tree had fallen somewhere near that hill earlier - apparently nopony had really noticed because of the amassment of thornberry bushes near the road and their rich yield of fruit distracting them. The nourishment provided by the rotting tree had quickly caused the more predatory plants, namely thick ferns and their dense following of parasitic tendrils and thorny weeds, to overtake the hill and make it impassable to ponies. In their wake, other plant life had had enough time to settle in, including the abundant sorrel that secured itself a large expanse of humid soil in the direction of the lake. Lyra had spotted the dark green leaves and red bloom from the road, sticking out of the underbrush in the distance. She had returned later with a bag and the machete they had lying around, which obviously had been a great idea to get repaired, to chop her way through the curtain of weeds across the hill. The other side of the hill ended in a slightly rocky depression leading into the forest, and the farmlands could be seen beyond a stretch of wild terrain. Lyra had made sure that she had collected enough of the juicy leaves for themselves before she had told their friends of the spot.

It wasn’t all that interesting of a story, but Bon Bon found herself repeatedly prompting Lyra to say more only to be able to bask in her calming voice. Eventually however, the increasing volume of food filling her up had created enough internal pressure for her to take notice. Her belly was weighing down on her, bringing to her attention the intensifying urge she hadn’t acknowledged before.

Lyra had an immediate understanding of what was happening. The way Bon Bon grew silent, the unfocused look of concentration on her face and the way she leaned forward to accommodate her body to what it needed to do. Lyra leaned back into her chair, munching on her food and making herself comfortable for the intimate show she had been waiting to see.

Bon Bon needed to relieve herself, and she recalled the things she had to do. First, she leaned forward, bracing herself against the table. That lifted her butt off the chair, making sure that the seat didn’t press against her body and held it shut. Next, she lifted her tail, dragging the long curly pink and purple hair over the edge of the chair, to give Lyra a good view of her diaper. Finally, she relaxed her lower muscles to allow her pee to come out. Was there anything else? Nope, Bon Bon was pretty sure that was all she had to do whenever she felt the need to go. She swished around the stew that she still had in her mouth as she felt the first droplets trickle out.

Lyra was amazed at the sight of the dark spot appearing on the surface of the otherwise pristine white diaper between Bon Bon’s hind legs. Scenes from a forgotten past came to her mind, when the mare beside her hadn’t found peace with herself yet, painfully holding it back in fear of the diaper leaking out under her ashamed relaxation. It was a stark pride that filled Lyra’s heart at how far they had come together as she watched Bon Bon comfortably do her foalish deed without even the slightest hesitation. No matter how often they had gone through this, it was still awesome how Bon Bon enjoyed this so much, and how she even let her see! Despite her state as a foal, having let go of everything but her most primordial views and actions, Bon Bon still always thought about Lyra, taking care of her like of herself. In their regression, it was revealed how infinitely deep-seated the two mares’ relationship actually was.

Lyra was only broken from her reverie when she noticed that the dark yellowish stain had almost reached the base Bon Bon’s tail, leaving her once-white diaper thoroughly soaked across its entire back side. A trembling pleasure emanated from her lower body as Lyra realized that the diaper probably was even fuller in its front portion. Wow, Bon Bon could really pee a lot!

Bon Bon was grinning into the room with her eyes closed. Each wave of relief that washed over her even more intense than the last as she felt her bladder gradually empty, the once-pressing urge quickly leaving her body along with her waste. She felt the unambiguous presence of clothing enveloping her, but didn’t even think of stopping the stream of hot liquid from passing between her lower lips. Bouts of pleasure radiated through her whenever it splashed back against her, covering her front and backside in its warm wetness and continuously soaking more and more of her coat as her diaper became fuller. Since Bon Bon was a foal though, it was normal for her to use her diaper, and having to make her butt and her mare parts dripping wet with her own urine was simply part of the deal. As it pulled sagging on her hips and her tail, she knew her diaper worked hard to make sure she was fine. That was what she was wearing her diaper for.

“Aaahhhhhhhhhh…”, Bon Bon sighed deeply as the tickling sensation of peeing ceased and she was left with a satisfying feeling of emptiness. Still hunched over the table, her grin spread even wider as she looked over to Lyra only to catch her hastily pull her hoof away from between her hind legs. Bon Bon realized that she had been hearing a diaper crinkle, and the hoofprint that remained in the bloated front of Lyra’s diaper was pretty unmistakable.

Lyra quickly stammered to change the subject before Bon Bon could bring it up. “W-was it good?”

Without missing a beat, Bon Bon noisily wiggled her butt and said, “You bet it was! I had no idea I had to go so much.” She sat back down into her drenched diaper, pressing back out the warm urine that it hadn’t been able to fully absorb yet, feeling it soak into her fur. “Oooooo..”, she made, eyeing the amazingly sodden bulk of her diaper front resting heavily on the wooden seat in front of her crotch. Regardless of how much work she had imposed upon her diaper, the surface of her chair was still spotlessly dry, giving her the calming reassurance that her trust in it hadn’t been misplaced. The softest rustling sounds signified the gradual swelling of her diaper as it continued to fulfill its purpose, wicking the urine out of Bon Bon’s coat and away from her skin and securing it across its absorbent resources.

As enthralling as it was watching Bon Bon hunched over and staring at her diaper like it was Celestia’s miracle, Lyra still wanted to finish off the bit of stew left in their bowls before it got cold. Bon Bon had been enchanted by her spreading and closing her hind legs as Lyra poked her with a hoof, making her sit up straight at the sight of the spoon floating in front of her. After taking in the food, she explained herself with a full mouth, “I guess I got a little carried away there.”

“It’s fine,” Lyra said, “I know how these things can be. I bet that felt really funny, wiggling around like that, huh?”

Bon Bon giggled. “Yeah,” she slid her hindquarters around on the chair a bit, “it’s a little strange but it also feels good!”

“Oh I’m sure it feels good,” Lyra said, aware of her own used diaper she was comfortably resting on. Excitement prickled inside Bon Bon at how she was foalishly eating while sitting in her own waste, being spoon fed the mushy stew nonetheless. It was only a little more food that they slurped down before their spoons clattered in the empty bowls. Lyra realized how tired the big filly had to be when Bon Bon, against her usual self, didn’t seem too enthusiastic to get up from the chair. She reached behind Bon Bon to untie her bib and thoroughly rubbed off her entire face with it.

“We really need to get us a bunch of real bibs,” Lyra said before she pulled the cloth towel away from Bon Bon’s face.

Bon Bon knew what she meant. “If you say so …” she said as they got off their chairs and stood of their hooves.

“Come on, Bon Bon! You know Rarity’s still waiting for us to come back, right?” Lyra said. The makeshift bib landed in one of the empty bowls.

“I know she said that, Lyra!” Bon Bon said, ”I really want to go get some stuff too. I just don’t want to bother her with it.”

Lyra took the one bowl she could in her magic and grabbed the other one with her teeth, continuing to talk as she trotted into the kitchen. “You remember what else she said? If we needed anything, anything at all, she would gladly make it for us. And you know what I think, Bon Bon? I think she actually enjoyed making our hoofie sleepers.”

That was news to Bon Bon. “You think so?” Wasn’t Rarity always so courteous to all her customers out of politeness?

The kitchenware clattered in the metal sink. “Yeah,” Lyra said, “Think about it. The ponies that come to her usually wanna dress in style or need some kind of functional clothes. She was glad about the chance to make something cute and silly for a change. You’ve seen how neatly she stitched the big heart on your sleeper.”

It was probably true. They had paid her normal prices and the quality of the sleepers was as immaculate as expected, even though it had been Hearth’s Warming season when they had gone to get them, and she probably had had lots of work. “But,” Bon Bon said meekly, “she thought it was just a normal silly thing. She didn’t know what we do in them …”

Lyra dropped the spoon she was washing into the water and turned back from the kitchen sink to give Bon Bon a flat look. “Bon Bon. Rarity repeatedly told you to your face not to be embarrassed about it when you couldn’t get out how you wanted yours to look. She even made you tea for Celestia’s sake!” Lyra went back to doing the dishes. “She knows everything. She’s simply okay with it.”

Bon Bon let things go through her head for a little while before the realization sunk in that Lyra was likely speaking the truth. “You know what, Lyra?” she said in an increasingly lighter tone of voice, “you’re probably right. And I would really enjoy going to get some more things.”

Lyra was happy to have freed Bon Bon from her worry. While placing the kitchenware on the drying rack, she said, “That’s what I wanted to hear! And first we’re going to get a nice large bib with your cutie mark on it. And one with mine. And one with a star and one with a sun so we can tell them apart.”

Bon Bon giggled at her wife’s enthusiasm, still standing in the dining room as she watched Lyra move around the kitchen through the connecting archway. “But we have to go together,” Bon Bon said.

“Well, I’m not going there alone either,” Lyra said with an embarrassed smile, her confidence revealed not being as solid as she acted. “But just think about all the awesome things we could get…” she trailed off as she carried the pot with the rest of the stew to the refrigerator.

Bon Bon stepped into the hallway to meet Lyra coming out the kitchen door after having turned off the lights. The darkness enveloping them was only broken by the warm glow coming from the hearth through the open common room door. Bon Bon lifted a hind leg again, amazed at how much her diaper had swollen up. Its wet fluff was now firmly pressed against her lower body as the three strained diaper tapes worked to hold the plastic cover around her as tightly as possible. The insides of her thighs were warm from the distinct contact of her sagging diaper front.

Lyra crinkled past her and stepped onto the common room’s wooden floor. The soft light of the fire was barely brighter than the illumination provided by Luna’s beautiful starscape that presented itself through the windows. Bon Bon enjoyed how her ability to move her hind legs was impeded by her swollen diaper as she trotted after Lyra, and how the moist fluff pleasantly rubbed against her with every little motion.

Bon Bon couldn’t help a little tail-wag as Lyra gestured invitingly towards the large linen pillows resting at the wall facing the fireplace. Upon seeing her enthusiasm, Lyra was quick to throw herself back-first into the cushion, wiggling a comfortable crater into the mass of down before spreading her limbs and letting the heat from the fire wash over her front side. She was adorable when she presented her diaper like that, something she had always enjoyed doing. Bon Bon lowered herself onto the pillow and sidled up to the big filly, making herself comfortable as she draped a foreleg across Lyra’s chest. Without missing a beat Lyra wrapped her hoof around Bon Bon’s back and pulled her close to her side, kissing a spot of pink mane on her head as she nuzzled her neck.

Neither of them had any words to say, nor did they want to. The serenity that fulfilled them was beyond description as they basked in the intimate presence of their soul mate each. The relaxing warmth from the softly burning remains of the firewood stood in contrast to the inspiring heat that built up between their bodies.

Bon Bon was entranced by the small flames dancing in the hearth as she looked on across the expanse of Lyra’s belly from her position on her shoulder. The mint-green coat was perfectly the way Bon Bon liked it, slightly ruffled from the lack of brushing, but never messy, her body’s smooth form only broken by the little depression around Lyra’s belly button before it vanished under the ruffled plastic edge of her diaper. The diaper’s thin plastic shone in a milky white from the light passing through, gradually gaining a yellow tint the lower it went between Lyra’s thighs. The edge of the smooth plastic was standing away from Lyra’s body, revealing the fine layer of nonwoven fabric that held the absorbent material and its contents inside the diaper. Bon Bon only needed to angle her head a little lower to be able to look under the plastic rim. She could see some of the absorbent pulp deeper inside Lyra’s diaper, glowing white and yellow in the backlight as it lay lazily on her body. Bon Bon’s hoof was still playing with Lyra’s belly button before it started moving lower, the diaper exercising an irresistible, almost hypnotic pull. She could feel Lyra’s intimate heat as her hoof drew closer. Almost there …

Lyra’s stomach tingled from the feathery soft touch of Bon Bon’s hoof. She was holding her close, rubbing her cheek against her big foal’s mane, breathing in deeply the familiar sweet scent. She held Bon Bon close to her side, snuggling her vigorously as she felt her warm breath on her chest. Lyra’s own hoof had trespassed over Bon Bon’s back side and had come to rest under her dock. Even this close to her tail, Bon Bon’s diaper was so sodden that Lyra was barely able to feel the form of her butt under its bloated mass. She was playing with the long strands of Bon Bon’s tail, amazed at her unrestrained foalishness, when a hoof poked the ticklish spot under her navel and sent a jolt through her body.

Lyra shrieked and jerked, reflexively pulling on the tail she had been holding. That caused Bon Bon to jump and shriek as well, a moment before both mares broke out into filly-like giggling at the sudden excitement.

“What were you doing down there anyway?” Lyra asked as they settled back down next to each other, ”You know that ticklish spot. In fact, you know all my ticklish spots.”

Bon Bon’s face grew hot as she realized where her hoof had wanted to go. “I guess I forgot,” she said.

“... Forgot, huh? Well, you must be really sleepy,” Lyra said. She felt like doing what they sometimes did here as she grabbed her lyre from the heap of books nearby. “Want me to play you a little lullaby then?”

“Oh yes please!” Bon Bon said. Lyra had to sit up, leaving Bon Bon leaning against her stomach, before the lyre floated over and she could place its golden frame before her on the pillow. Crinkling, she closed her knees around the lyre to hold it fast so she could release her magic grip. Then she reached out and formed the spell she needed to make the sounds she wanted.

Bon Bon was familiar with the technique Lyra employed as she watched the green hooves move above her head, plucking the instrument’s sturdy strings. Using her hooves, Lyra could only play much slower and simpler tunes than with the flexibility of her telekinesis. However, freeing up her magical capabilities allowed her to use another magic to alter material properties. The strings sparkled in Lyra’s faint yellow aura as she selected portions of the metal cords with the density spell. She continuously let impressions of pulling and pushing flow into the pattern of her spell, increasing and decreasing the density of the metal twine and changing its acoustic properties.

The strings, set into vibration by Lyra’s hoof, resonated with themselves and their neighbours. Before long, sounds unseen started joining the simple tunes, meticulously controlled by Lyra’s precise effort to keep them in harmony with her notes. Her music was soon overtaken by a much grander display of overtones and harmonic configurations, painting a soundscape that played dreamily on top of her elementary foundation.

The ghastly tones were ever-changing as Lyra commanded them to work themselves in the direction she wanted. The uplifting staccato of a bird’s twittering choir gave way to nature’s unstoppable forces as deep thunder rumbled across the gloomy room. Somepony less intimate with Lyra than Bon Bon wouldn’t have known that she was improvising, perfectly transitioning from the rhythmic tunes of factory machines to the hundred voices of a crowded marketplace, letting the majestic presence of Celestia’s setting sun fade into the ever present subtle melody of Luna’s moon.

Bon Bon had already been dozing when she woke from the painful silence.

“Why’d you stop?” she said, “that was beautiful.”

Bon Bon’s expectant eyes prompted a reply from Lyra sitting in quiet concentration. “Just hold on a sec… gotta pee…”

A loud laugh escaped from Bon Bon’s muzzle before she could do anything about it. “Lyra!” she said in mock-exasperation, “that is so unromantic!”

“Hey, don’t blame me,” Lyra said, “we can’t all have an iron bladder like you. And we just ate too, you should be happy I could hold it this long.” Half an hour at most. “Besides,” Lyra added with a sultry grin, “don’t act like you don’t find it romantic.”

Bon Bon huffed, starting to push the lyre out of the way, “Well, then at least let me watch.”

Lyra was way too eager to float the instrument back to its place on the book heap and stretch out her hind legs into a comfortable position. Bon Bon could easily guess why though, her diaper’s comforting presence under her way more sumptuous than usual as she sat up.

Her horn hadn’t even fully disengaged the telekinesis magic before Lyra felt the first trickle of pee come out past her utterly uncaring pelvic floor muscles. It was much easier for her to go when she needed to, she didn’t even pay much attention half the time. Not like Bon Bon, who was currently enraptured with her crotch, observing intensely the dark stain spreading quickly over the surface of Lyra’s already soggy diaper, visible only to her dark-adjusted eyes in the weak glow of the coals. The big foal was normally easily capable of holding it in, she just didn’t like using the potty at all. Lyra often had to discreetly put their play on a brief silent hiatus or even hold her upright in an embrace so that Bon Bon could comfortably and undisturbedly relieve herself, requiring care not to interrupt the sacred act.

Thankfully, Bon Bon had no such reservations as she blatantly shoved her hoof right into Lyra’s diaper with an excited grin.

“Wow! Lyra, your diaper is so wet!” Bon Bon said. Though she felt her big filly briefly tense at the touch, she was pleased to feel that the unmistakable vibrations of her peeing hadn’t ceased. Good. They had been practicing this a lot. Bon Bon knew how much Lyra privately enjoyed pretending to be incontinent, but it gratified her immensely to be able to make her feel like that was actually the case. Bon Bon blabbered on while slowly rubbing the diaper against Lyra, relishing the feeling as Lyra continued to lazily urinate on her hoof.

“How long have you been wearing it?” Bon Bon said.

“Oh ... o-only this afternoon, when you sent me home,” Lyra couldn’t help stammering a little.

“I guess you got padded up right away, huh?” Bon Bon said with a knowing grin.

Lyra scratched the back of her head with a sheepish grin. “Ah ... sorry I didn’t wait for you,” she said.

“You know I don’t mind,” Bon Bon reassured her. She lifted her hoof, leaving a hoofprint in Lyra’s now thoroughly soaked diaper, only for it to return for a few soft pats. “Besides, it’s better than you running around and dribbling everywhere.” Bon Bon busied herself with Lyra’s stomach again, tracing a gentle path with the tip of a hoof around her ticklish spot, past her bellybutton and towards her heaving chest. “I think you need your diapers all the time anyway.”

The prickling heat inside Lyra was only fueled by Bon Bon’s words. She pushed herself away from the pillow, drawing closer to her foal’s satisfied grin. “You’re the one to talk,” she said softly, “with the loads that you regularly have in your pants, we’re lucky we can get diapers so thick.”

Bon Bon could feel Lyra’s warm breath on her muzzle. “I suppose we both need a change before bed then,” she whispered, “lest we wake up in a puddle.”

A brief moment of silence allowed pleasant images to go through the mares’ heads before they leaned forward, solidly pressing their lips together.

Bon Bon lost herself in the kiss as she let it fulfill the primal craving she felt deep inside her. Lyra’s lips were warm and soft, forming a not-so-tight seal against her own as she felt her tongue explore the inside of her muzzle. Benumbing bliss overtook her awareness, the intimate contact made her want nothing more than to press her mouth harder against Lyra’s to seize more of her delicious taste. They kissed vigorously, their muzzles of one as the two mares couldn’t get enough of each other.

They had to break the kiss only briefly for Bon Bon to be able to lay down into Lyra’s hug before their muzzles met again. The enjoyment from the kissing radiating through Bon Bon only intensified as their bodies moved against each other in a comfortable cuddle. She felt Lyra’s warm breath in her mouth whenever they paused to breathe before she could feel those sensuous lips again. Bon Bon’s diaper crinkled under her tail instinctively wagging energetically, mixed in with the muted rustling of Lyra’s own diaper whenever their hips moved against each other.

Their passionate kissing soon died down to a more relaxed smooching and snuggling. Bon Bon’s lips now sloppily caressed Lyra’s entire face, who tried to return the favor, but mostly got only to her chin. Instead, Lyra held her tight and cuddled her, letting the heat build up between them as one of her forehooves had vanished in Bon Bon’s mane and the other found itself on her diapered butt again. Bon Bon enjoyed being held securely like that, and she let Lyra know by letting her kisses wander from her cute snout, over her sweaty forehead, finally kissing her faintly glowing horn. Lyra giggled out loud at the intimate touch before drawing Bon Bon in closer and proceeding to nuzzle into her neck.

Bon Bon’s hips had already instinctively fallen into the constant rhythm of grinding her diapered crotch back and forth against Lyra’s before a shiver ran through her as a spot on her back was left uncovered. Lyra felt the shiver and the mares looked up. The fire had already gone out and the dark room was starting to grow cold as the heat escaped to the upper floor.

It took a moment for them to catch their breath before Lyra said, “We should really go upstairs, shouldn’t we?”

Bon Bon nodded in assent, hoping Lyra had at least felt it as she realized there was practically no light, before she tried to stand up. As she let Lyra out from under her, Bon Bon stretched her butt out into the room, her soggy diaper tensing around her hindquarters and pushing itself firmly into her sensitive parts, sending a paralyzing jolt of pleasure coursing through her body.

Lyra’s silhouette against the starlit windows turned around when she didn’t hear Bon Bon crinkling.

“What’s up?” she said, “You coming?”

“I-i’m ri-right behind…” Bon Bon stammered.

“Come on, baby, we practiced how to walk. Remember? One hoofie in front of the other!” Lyra encouraged her in an infantile manner.

Lyra was right. She could do this. It was just a matter not tripping over your hooves, and Bon Bon had done it often enough. It wasn’t that hard. She carefully placed her hooves on the wooden floor as she moved forward, her heart beating faster every time she moved a hind leg and her diaper gave her an intimate squeeze against her sensitive regions.

“There we go,” Lyra praised, “and now up the stairs we go.”

It was only the stairs. She had went up them countless times before. There was even light coming from the bedroom door they had left open. Bon Bon reassured herself how easy it was to go up, even as her diaper imposed itself upon her in entirely different and much more intense ways whenever she took a step with her hind leg.

She was breathing hard when she reached the top of the stairs. Lyra was already waiting at the changing table, beckoning her through the doorway by invitingly patting its plastic covered top.

“Don’t be shy, Bon Bon. You need a diaper change before bed,” Lyra said. She saw her words had the intended effect as Bon Bon stumbled her way over.

Bon Bon was almost relieved when she reached the changing table. Her face was burning hot and her diaper was rubbing her in all the right ways. She put her forelegs on the mattress, its plastic cover rustling not unlike her own diaper, and pulled her upper body onto the decadently soft surface. Lifting one hind leg up on the table was as far as she got. The motion pushed the soaked fluff so tightly up against between her hind legs, there was no movement she could make anymore without the excitement overtaking her trembling body.

Lyra just wanted to help her foal up the changing table as she leaned against her diapered hindquarters with her forehooves and gave a push. Bon Bon didn’t know why it was so hard, since the situation was so simple. She only had to climb up on the changing table to get her diaper changed by her beloved one, who was only trying to help her get up. It was a normal, everyday thing for a foal. There was nothing to make such a fuss, really.

With new resolve, Bon Bon sat into Lyra’s pushing hooves and lifted her other hind leg on the table. Her muscles locked up as the lust exploded in her body.

Lyra had already known what would happen when she had felt Bon Bon’s intimate parts desperately quivering beneath the diaper in her hooves. She had started gently rubbing her hoof up and down between Bon Bon’s hind legs before she was fully on the table. “It’s okay, baby,” Lyra said gingerly, “just let it happen. That’s what you’re wearing diapers for.”

Bon Bon shook violently as her body was overtaken by a powerful orgasm. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she panted hard, completely lost in the waves of intense pleasure washing over her. Every detail she took in, her soiled diaper, the foalish little motives on the changing table, the way Lyra was rubbing her, only caused the bouts of lust to return with renewed vigor. There was nothing else in the world.

Lyra couldn’t help grinning. Bon Bon was so cute when she came. Even her orgasm was incredibly filly-like, as if she was nervously exploring herself for the first time. Bon Bon was kneeling on the diaper changing table, holding herself still apart from the intense trembling and panting she couldn’t restrain, her tail raised and her diaper pressed firmly into Lyra’s hooves, relying completely on Lyra’s gentle rubbing to make her feel good. Lyra knew Bon Bon’s favourite touches, massaging her convulsing mare parts through the diaper in familiar ways until she was able to calm down.

Bon Bon breathed deeply when the mollifying comfort of the afterglow finally came over her. Lyra had said something, but she hadn’t really heard. She felt her diaper sag down her hindquarters as the tail tape ripped open. Lyra’s hooves gently guided her into a lying position on her back and pushed against her inner thighs to spread her hind legs. Bon Bon only had eyes for that beautiful mare as she opened the diaper tapes around her waist, the soiled garment heavily sliding over her body as she pulled the diaper flat. There was that delicious scent of Lyra’s mane again, her head drawing close to her own when she leaned in to lift her butt and pull out the diaper. The chilling touch of the foal wipes served to cool her nether regions down again, made clear thoughts return to her. The worldly enjoyment that had burned in her body was gradually replaced by the empathic longing she felt towards the mare that was currently seeing to her being protected by the skin cream so thoroughly. It was plain desire. Bon Bon desired Lyra.

The cloudy fluff of the fresh diaper felt unfamiliarly thin when Bon Bon was lowered down into it. She signified her enjoyment with a little giggle as her new diaper was pulled up between her hind legs tightly, bringing an affectionate smile to Lyra’s face. There had been no question in her demeanor, no second thought. Lyra had been unconditionally benevolent towards her. Right then, Bon Bon desired Lyra more than anything.

Lyra embraced Bon Bon in a big hug and pulled her upright, sticking the final tape around Bon Bon’s tail closed, snugly securing her fresh diaper for the night. Without thinking, Bon Bon planted a kiss on the side of Lyra’s muzzle. Lyra was fast to start breathing hard again as she turned turned towards Bon Bon, returning her kiss eagerly.

Bon Bon pulled back and patted the changing table she was still sitting on, before she said, “your turn.”

Lyra scampered onto the table and sat on the changing spot, Bon Bon making room for her by settling in a kneeling position on the opposite end. Lyra sat facing her, panting with expectant eyes, her soaking wet diaper hanging heavily over her crotch. Bon Bon could only take so much of Lyra’s hot breath on her shoulder, as she reached behind her to undo the tail tape, before she just had to quickly kiss her again, pulling back from her muzzle only to lean forward again and kiss her one more time.

She pushed Lyra flat on her back before the distraction got too strong. There was still a diaper change to be completed. The sodden diaper lay in front of Bon Bon, waiting to be removed from Lyra’s lower body.

Her hooves trembled as they searched for the diaper tapes around Lyra’s waist. A pulling motion ripped them away from the plastic cover, the flaps of the diaper’s back part falling away to either side of Lyra’s hips. Bon Bon was transfixed by the sight of the bloated diaper front heavily lying on top and in front of Lyra’s crotch, by how she was laying still like a good filly, hind legs spread and forehooves on her chest, waiting to be properly cleaned and changed the way she needed it.

The way she needed her to do it. She needed Bon Bon as much as Bon Bon needed her. The diaper front slid off and fell away from Lyra almost of its own accord as Bon Bon guided it with one hoof.

The soggy diaper pulp stood in small mountains when the diaper settled on the changing table, its yellow color and volume increasing the closer it went to Lyra’s body. She lay on top of the soiled diaper naked, unmoving, presenting herself, waiting to be changed. Lyra’s genitals were glistening with urine, her skin tingling from the touch of the open air. Bon Bon had no semblance of control.

“What are …” Lyra started to say when she felt Bon Bon’s breath tickling her sensitive parts, but she could only inhale sharply when Bon Bon’s lips met hers.

Bon Bon felt Lyra’s nether lips hot against her muzzle as she kissed her between the legs. Lyra had instantly tensed up, undaring to move until Bon Bon lifted her muzzle away.

The salty taste quickly gave way to Lyra’s intense aroma as Bon Bon licked her lips. Lyra’s taste was uniquely hers, and she loved it, it inspired her, intoxicated her. She yearned for more, and she was determined to get it as she pushed her muzzle back into Lyra’s folds.

Lyra arched her back and gasped, feeling herself grow hot as her heart beat faster, her body trying to manage the overwhelming sense of pleasure that exploded forward from between her hind legs as Bon Bon was making out with her mare parts. Bon Bon had soon felt her muzzle grow wet from Lyra’s juices, the taste of which prompted her to increasingly use her tongue to lick it up until she was practically lapping at Lyra’s genitals, trying to get more of that taste. Lyra tried to lift a hoof towards Bon Bon’s head, her face in determined concentration at her work, but could only touch an errant lock before another bout of pleasure sent her moaning back into the changing table’s soft mattress. She couldn’t help it. There was no way she could sit up, and she couldn’t move her hind legs since she was still in the middle of a diaper change. The only thing Lyra could do was to raise her hips from the table and press herself into Bon Bon’s face in hopes of making it easier for her.

Bon Bon could taste Lyra’s orgasm. Her juices became richer in taste and gained a sharp quality. She was already sucking hard on Lyra’s slit when she came, the quivering and convulsing of her muscles accompanied by loud moans. Every movement of her tongue and lips sent Lyra trembling in a new wave of ecstasy as she held her mouth sloppily locked against Lyra’s body. Bon Bon savoured the taste of the final gushes of Lyra juice on her tastebuds while she let her big filly calm down. Lyra panted deeply as she relaxed on the changing table, her expression of bliss eliciting a satisfied grin from Bon Bon.

It was obvious that Lyra wouldn’t be very responsive when Bon Bon crinkled her way off the changing table. She grabbed a foal wipe from the box under the table and wiped her muzzle clean before she got started on Lyra. She held herself against the changing table and gently navigated it across Lyra’s body, expertly cleaning her privates from all the urine, spit and mare juice. The fresh diaper rustled when Bon Bon fluffed it out and placed it on the table with the skin cream. Lyra apparently could already giggle again when Bon Bon pushed her knees towards her chest to clean her hindquarters and replace the used diaper with the new one.

“Enjoying yourself?” Bon Bon said as her hoof massaged the skin cream into Lyra’s soft buttock.

Lyra was already engaged in a full laughing fit before she managed to get out, “Bon Bon, that was amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” Bon Bon said and kissed Lyra’s leg.

Lyra felt her face flush. “Aw, come on,” she said, “don’t be so sappy with me.”

“Don’t act like you don’t find it romantic,” Bon Bon said, winking at Lyra as she lowered her hind legs.

Lyra couldn’t help giggling as she relished the feeling of the fresh diaper being pulled up between her hind legs and flattened against her stomach, the typical ripping and crinkling sounds accompanying the diaper being fastened around her sides. She snuggled Bon Bon tightly when she came to pull her upright, not letting go even after the third tape was fastened securely around the base of her tail.

An intimate moment passed silently as they held each other, before Lyra moved to slip off the changing table and land on her hooves. She lifted her hind legs and wiggled her butt before she turned to Bon Bon, “Perfect as always. Thanks.”

Bon Bon presented her own flank and said, “Same here.”

It wasn’t long before the two found their muzzles locked again, only briefly pausing to turn off the light before they resumed making out, moving as one as they followed the call of their soft bed. Lyra realized they had forgotten the pacifier downstairs, and grabbed another two from the stuff strewn across the floor. She bit down on the plain blue one while Bon Bon greedily took the pink one with the little handle that floated to her in her muzzle. The linens' soft touch tickled as they crawled under the blanket, giggling all the way while trying to grab ahold of each other, before the two mares popped out from under the blanket in a tight embrace and laid down on their pillows, cuddling vigorously.

They talked a little, about the day, about what they had to next week, about how they were going to enjoy the sunshine tomorrow before the rain. Gradually, the talking subsided as the two big foals contented themselves with cuddling and nuzzling while gently suckling on their pacifiers.

Luna’s night was peaceful and silent as they rested comfortably, refreshing themselves for the coming dawn.