Dear Red Shoes,

Do you remember your first date, or the first time you held hooves with somepony? What about your first kiss, or even the first time you shared another pony's bed? We all remember those moments, but even if the details get hazy, we never forget the rush that we felt. The adrenaline, the joy, the feeling of euphoria that can only come from real, physical fulfillment... It's like a carnal drug.

And when you've gone far too long without it, well, that just makes the next dose that much more powerful...

It was nearly seven o-clock in the evening when I strolled up to Sugarcube Corner. I probably could have waited until the morning to make this delivery, but I didn't have anything else to do that evening, and knowing my luck, my roommate - and occasional marefriend - Lyra would swipe enough of the chocolates that I'd have to make more at the last second. And I've made that mistake too many times already, I thought as I knocked on the door. The bakery closes at six, but I knew Pinkie would still be there cleaning up. Still, it took her only seconds to answer the door.

"Hey, Bon Bon, it's super great to see you! How are you?" Pinkie asked as we bumped hooves in greeting.

"Good to see you too, Pinkie, and I'm doing okay. I hope I'm not coming by at a bad time, but I thought I'd deliver this stuff tonight instead of tomorrow." I nodded my head back to my saddle bags, which were filled to the brim with tightly packed boxes of, shall we say, 'special' chocolates. Pinkie's eyes lit up at the sight of the goods she had ordered, and somehow, even more energy seemed to rush through her face.

"Oh, you mean those chocolates? Then yes, you most certainly can bring those in!" Pinkie stepped to the side and waved me in. "Just head right for the kitchen and put them down in there. I'll be right behind you."

I nodded in agreement as I wove through the array of well-worn tables and booths and slipped behind the counter and into the kitchen. It took me a second to find an empty counter to place the boxes on, as nearly every available surface was covered with mixers, baking trays, or finished pies and cupcakes that were awaiting wrapping and storage for the night. "How does she do all of this herself?" I muttered.

"This? Oh, this was a slow day!" Pinkie's voice made my jump a bit as she bounced - and I mean bounced - into the kitchen through the door on the opposite side of the room. "Then again, Tuesdays are usually a bit slower than most days. Besides a few pie orders and a tray of muffins for Ditzy, I've mostly been working on the stuff for Berry Punch's party. Speaking of which," Pinkie said as she crossed the room towards me, "did you really make them?"

"Of course!" I popped the lid on one of the boxes and hoofed it over to Pinkie, who squealed with glee. "When would I let the only other baker in town down?"

"Wow, Bon, these look amazing! You even made them in the shape of presents!" She eyed the box with delight. "Did you really make all of the varieties that you were planning on?"

"Yep, sure did," I answered with a chuckle. "The chocolates are filled with either Applejack Daniels, Saddle One, Equestrian Crown Royal, or Filly's Irish Creme."

Pinkie's eyes were as big as dinner plates as she stared into the box. "Wow... That's amazing..."

"Definitely a different project for me," I replied. "Then again, most ponies don't get birthday parties quite like Berry Punch." We shared a hearty laugh at that. "Besides, you should have seen the look I got from the cashier at Barnyard Bargains. Poor mare thought I was on a bender or something."

"Ha! I bet that was a riot by itself!" Pinkie exclaimed with a laugh. Is there anything she won't laugh at? I added as an afterthought.

"Any particular reason you brought them by now?" Pinkie asked. "Berry's party isn't until Thursday."

"I know you're going all out for this party, so I wanted to give you one less thing to worry about." I couldn't help but grimace a bit as the other reason for my early drop-off came to mind. "Well, and I wanted to get them out of my place before Lyra ends up eating half of them and not telling me until the last second."

"Seriously?" Pinkie frowned slightly. "That's a bit rude of her. I thought you two were getting along well again?"

I huffed a bit as I leaned against the counter. "We were, for a while at least. But now, things are slowly falling back to where they were before. We don't talk a whole lot, as she's always busy with her crackpot experiments or out wandering the woods looking for portals to alternate dimensions."

Pinkie scrunched up her nose a bit. "She's still going on about those?"

"Yep, unfortunately, so that leaves me to take care of everything; including her portion of the rent."

"Aw, I'm sorry to hear that, Bon." Pinkie draped a hoof over my withers and offered a sympathetic smile. "You two used to be so close too."

"Heh, don't get me started on that," I answered softly. "Let's just say that we haven't been close in a long, long time, if you know what I mean."

Pinkie blushed for a second when she processed what I was really referring to. "Oh- oh... Hmm... Well, for what it's worth, I'm probably in the same boat there."

I glanced over at Pinkie with a look of surprise. "You? Pinkie, you're one of the most popular ponies in Ponyville, and an Element of Harmony besides!" I bumped her in the shoulder a bit. "You should be swamped with ponies asking you to dinner or something."

Now it was Pinkie's turn to sigh in frustration. "Yeah, you'd think that, right? Well, I did have that one blind date with the mare that runs that asparagus stand... But that just wasn't going to work out." Her eyes glanced down to the open box of chocolates and I could almost see the idea pop into her head. "Say, Bon, how many extras of these chocolates did you say you made?

I paused for a moment as I did a bit of math in my head. "Hmm, I made about three dozen or so, so we probably have an extra ten or twelve; maybe more if you don't cover the entire cake with these."

Pinkie smiled mischievously. "Works for me! I say we crack into these." She winked at me as she took the first box and bounced toward another counter. "Think of it as a miniature, chocolate-flavored bender!"

I couldn't help but laugh at that, but a slightly sobering thought came to mind as I followed behind her. "I'd love to, Pinkie, trust me. But, I doubt the Cakes' want their little ones to see us popping booze-filled candies in the back room."

"Oh, no worries there," Pinkie called over her shoulder. "The Cakes are out of town for the next few days. One of Cup Cake's relatives is getting married, so they're in Vanhoover for the wedding. They won't be back until Friday at the earliest."

I jumped up a bit and sat on the edge of the long metal counter that spanned the center of the kitchen. Only two boxes of chocolates sat between me and a very excited Pinkie. "So," she said as she picked up a piece and passed a second to me, "Want to start with the Irish creme?"

One hour, a ton of gossip, and an extra helping from Carrot Cake's stash of whiskey later, we were laughing like school-fillies as yet another burst of alcohol-laced chocolate ran down our throats. "W-wait a second, Pinkie, you seriously did that with a spatula?"

Pinkie continued to laugh hysterically as she swallowed the last of the chocolate. "Ha! Well, like I said, when you've been on this long of a dry spell, you'll try anything!"

"I can understand the dry spell, trust me," I replied as I surveyed the vicinity and noted - rather hazily - that we had nearly polished off our third box of chocolates. Wait, how many extras did I make again? I thought... Or at least I tried to think, anyway. There wasn't much alcohol in any one chocolate, but I hadn't had dinner yet, and the various alcohols floating in my gut were quickly catching up to me. "But..." I gave Pinkie a playful 'bedroom' look, "the important question is, did it work?"

"Heh, I wish it did," Pinkie answered with a snort. "Well, I guess it technically did, but it just didn't feel, well, you know, good." She looked down at the counter for a moment as she continued. "There's quite a difference between relieving some pressure and actually feeling satisfied."

"Indeed." Pinkie and I looked at the box at the same time, each of us eyeing the two remaining truffles.

"W-well, Bon, I suppose we can't just leave two candies all by themselves. They might get lonely, you know?" Pinkie gave me a sly grin before laughing at her own joke. Is it just me, or does she get even funnier when she's tipsy?

"Definitely don't want that," I answered with as straight of a voice as I could manage. "But hey, we're two mares with an entire bakery to ourselves and a pile of shared frustrations between us. So, I think we can take one for the team." I winked back at Pinkie as I passed one of the last two truffles to her. "To friends and chocolate?"

Pinkie smiled and tapped her truffle against mine in a mock toast. "And to each of us getting what we really want once in a while."

"Cheers!" I replied with a laugh before popping the chocolate in my mouth; at least I thought I had, but the quizzical look on Pinkie's face as she swallowed her truffle had me worried that I had instead put my piece right into my mane instead. "What?" I asked.

Pinkie scooted her rump closer to me on the table. "You silly filly, the truffles are supposed to go in your mouth, not all over it. Here, let me get that for you."

Before I could even process what she had said, I felt Pinkie's tongue on my cheek. Wait, what is she- Did I get chocolate on my... Whoa. My mind was going a million miles a minute and in a million different directions too. Did Pinkie just kiss me? Was she really just playing around, or more tipsy that I thought? I felt a shot of her warm breath wash over my face as she very eagerly licked my entire cheek.

"P-Pinkie... What was that for?" I stammered out the only question that I could think of.

"That? I was just trying to help a mare out, you know? You had chocolate all over that pretty face of yours, and it looked a bit silly, even for me." She gave me a sly grin as she scooted closer still. She was right beside me now, our flanks mere inches from touching. "Hmm, looks like I missed a spot too-" She darted forward and kissed my cheek again; I could feel her lips momentarily lap at my fur, and I had to admit, it sent electric shocks through my body. It had been so long since I had been kissed at all, even this brief - and not entirely unwelcome - contact set my heart ablaze in an instant.

Pinkie pulled back and for a moment, all I could do was stare into her eyes. She looked back at me, and I think we both knew exactly what was tumbling around inside of our heads at that point. Maybe it was a bit of the 'booze-laced chocolate' talking, but I had a surprisingly easy time letting my next words come out of my mouth. "Pinkie... I still think you missed a spot."

She leaned over some more, putting her muzzle mere inches away from mine. "Where?" she whispered.

I raised a hoof and touched the tip of my lips as I looked right into her now half-lidded eyes. "Right there, if I'm not mistaken."

The distance between us shrank to a hair's width, and I shuddered as I felt her lips graze mine. "Oh, I see," she whispered again. Her cheery, playful tone was gone, replaced by a deep, almost husky quality. "That's a tough spot, Bon. It might take a bit of work to get that one."

I smiled as I brushed my lips against Pinkie's; the contact was gone as soon as it began, but I could hear her breath catch in her throat. "Oh, Pinkie, I think you can manage," I slowly brushed my muzzle against hers, "after all, you do have a knack for knowing just what a pony needs."

Pinkie nuzzled me in return, and I nearly lost myself in her crystal blue eyes. "Or in this case, what we both need."

Our eyes closed, our lips met, and my nerves were on fire. Pinkie wrapped a hoof through my blue and pink curls and pulled me closer to her as our lips melted into each other. Her lips were so smooth, yet there was an energy behind them that seemed to permeate her every movement. Oh, stars, she's good, I thought as I shuddered in Pinkie's embrace. I was never a fan of the sudden fling, but in that moment, we were two mares that knew exactly what we needed - and did we ever need it.

I traced my tongue along the edges of Pinkie's lips, and as soon as they parted for me, I lunged forward into another kiss. I brushed the edges of my hooves up and down Pinkie's sides, tracing small circles around her nipples and through her fur as I crept further up her chest. We both mewled into each other as our tongues met, and it felt like getting hit with lightning again and again. We held onto each other as tightly as we could, our tongues and hooves intertwined for what seemed like hours.

The heat between us was growing hotter by the second; my nose could already smell the arousal mixing with the scent of chocolate and booze in the air, and it only drove more lust into my veins. I shifted my weight on the counter and broke the kiss just long enough to catch my breath and cast a smoldering glare at Pinkie. "Shall we continue?"

Pinkie swept a box of baking sheets and the empty candy boxes onto the floor before leaning back on the counter, using her forelegs to prop herself up. She parted her hind legs slightly, offering me a glimpse at her smooth - and already wet - outer lips. The look in her eyes was as hot as the sun. "Yes, please."

I needed no further invitation before fully climbing onto the counter and crawling on top of Pinkie's waiting body. I had never looked at Pinkie in a sexual way, but as I began peppering her neck and chest with kisses and licks, I had a whole new appreciation for just how sexy she was. She may not have the lithe form of a model or the toned features of an athlete, but she had a truly feminine form. Curvy in all the right places, nothing out of proportion to each other, and her hips... Oh, stars, I was jealous of her hips. So smooth and curvy, with gorgeous flanks to match. Needless to say, I lavished attention on Pinkie's lower half, and her increasingly loud and insistent whimpers and moans made it clear that she relished the attention.

"B-Bon Bon, don't stop... Oh, that feels so good- Oh!" She let out a luscious squeal as I pressed a hoof into her cutie mark while burying my lips into the crease of her inner thigh. The scent of Pinkie's arousal was flooding my nose the closer my lips got to her center. Her's was a typical Earth pony scent, but there was a layer of sweetness to it that was driving me wild - and I had to have more. I lowered my muzzle to within inches of Pinkie's core and let her arousal flood my senses. Her lips were nearly soaked already, and at that point, even the alcohol in my system had taken a back seat to the desire that was rampaging through me.

"Please, more, Bon! D-don't stop!" Pinkie wrapped her hooves trough my mane and pressed my muzzle closer still; I smiled wickedly at her as I let my hot breath wash over her haunches, sending a visible shudder through her entire body. Finally, I snaked my tongue out and gave her blazing hot pussy a long, deep lick.

"Ahh! Yes! Oh, stars, yes!" Pinkie moaned openly as she parted her hind legs further. Her hooves clamped around my head like a vice while her hips flexed up, pushing more of her haunches into my muzzle - and I was more than happy to reply with deeper and faster licks. Pinkie's moans grew louder and more wanton with each lick. The heat coming from her haunches was like nothing I had ever experienced. Tastes as good as it looks I smirked at the thought as I lapped up yet another wave of Pinkie's juices.

"Bon, you're... You're so good!" Pinkie moaned in pleasure as I continued to lick every inch of her marehood. A puddle of her juices and my drool was already forming on the counter beneath her, and judging by the desperate look in her eyes, she was quickly building towards orgasm. I slowed my assault on her body and quickly worked my way back up her barrel and to her waiting lips. She whimpered as our tongues met yet again, but this time I pressed the advantage and leaned all of my weight into her. Pinkie responded immediately and wrapped her hooves around me as she laid back onto the counter. We drowned in each other's kiss for a few more moments before the need to breathe forced us to stop.

"How... How close are you?"

"Very... So very close," Pinkie replied as she stared up into my eyes. I could have stared into those endless pools of blue all night, but my haunches were nearly dripping, and they would not be denied.

"Hmm, well then, you might have to help me play a bit of catch-up then." I lifted myself up on my hooves and spun myself around in the opposite direction. I lowered myself down to Pinkie's chest again, only now my haunches were sitting mere inches away from her muzzle. I flicked my tail off to the side as I looked back over my shoulder. "Like what you see?"

"Yes. Very much." Pinkie punctuated her words with a small kiss to my swollen marehood, sending an incredible shiver down my spine. "Now, where were we?"

"I— Ahh, yes!" Whatever I was going to say turned into a cry of pleasure as Pinkie's tongue dove straight into my haunches. Her tongue was as gentle on my nether lips as they were on the rest of me and I quickly turned into putty under her ministrations. "Oh- Ah! Don't stop Pinkie!" Her only reply was to drive her tongue deeper into me, snaking right past my inner lips and into my molten core.

Pinkie's tongue seemed to caress every inch of my insides as she swirled her tongue in circles inside of my pussy. Wave after wave of arousal screamed through me like wildfire, and it took more than a bit of concentration to begin returning the favor to Pinkie's still soaked core. I drove my tongue as deep as I could into her marehood, lapping up every bit of her delicious juices while I very lewdly ground my haunches into her eager muzzle. We cried and moaned into each other for what seemed like a blissful eternity as the heat between us turned into an inferno of lust and arousal.

"P-Pinkie, I'm getting close! Deeper, oh- Oh yes! Deeper!" I barely managed to get the words out before Pinkie's tongue sent another shot of lightning raced through me.

"Me too! Make me cum, Bon! Now!" My lust-addled mind needed no further invitation; I dropped all of my weight onto my haunches and slammed my pussy into Pinkie's muzzle, while at the same time, I clamped my hooves onto her cutie marks and wrapped my tongue around her exposed clit. The last bit of resistance crumbled away in my mind, and the rush that I had nearly forgotten about came roaring back like a runaway freight train.

"Pinkie, I- I'm cumming!"

"Let it go, Bon! Let it go!"

"Ahh! Yes! Yes! Yes!" My whole world exploded as an orgasm ripped through my body. Pinkie's hit seconds later, flooding my ears with her cries of pleasure - and my mouth with wave after wave of her cum. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced, and as we rode each other's orgasms as far as we could take them, I couldn't help but smile as that old feeling of euphoria washed over me one more time.

I ended up having to make nearly an entirely new batch of candies for that cake, but I didn't mind. In the end, everypony got what they wanted. Berry got a delicious birthday cake, Sugarcube Corner got another successful party in the books...

...And two mares found a place to satisfy their cravings.

Author's Note

First time writing Bon Bon in any capacity, so hopefully this turned out well for you all. As always, thanks for the read, and stay tuned for more in the future!