Why can't I hold all these Bonbons?
Lyra stalked her prey silently. Keeping low, in the shadow of the alley she carefully lifted her head to look over the top of a sandwich sign advertising hoofwear. She controlled her breathing, nervous sweat dripping down her face as she spotted her target.
There was no point in her efforts at stealth. Her quarry wasn't being stealthy, shifty or even slightly guilty at all.
A box of chocolates in mouth the mare of Lyra's dreams greeted the tan stallion. Without hesitation the apple of Lyra's eye traded an affectionate kiss with the scrawny worthless beta of a male before joining him in the privacy of his home.
A terrible chill ran down Lyra's spine. It was true. Bonbon was cheating on her.
She paced back and forth in the narrow alley way. Her mind and heart raged. It couldn't end like this. They had been together for two full years now. A year and a half as full on near daily red hot passionate lovers.
Bonbon had helped support her through her fathers death a year ago, had helped her celebrate getting a gig at the grand galloping gala after that, cared for her in sickness and helped her move into a larger apartment together.
The Bonbon Lyra knew wouldn't just leave her like this.
But her eyes proved otherwise.
So Lyra did what seamed reasonable at the time.
She galloped up to the door of that low-life, Bonbon stealing, no good bastard and bucked it down. In her rage she stormed through the house. She heard a scream, some sort of objection from Bonbon, she ignored it. Dragging the stallion up from the couch she held in her telekinetic grip. She knew she was yelling something, but she couldn't remember what it was.
That lovely and familiar weight crashed into her throwing her across the room.
A hoof clipped her horn distorting her magic field and she lost her grip.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Why are you doing this? Always following me! Always giving me your creepy looks! I was your roommate only because I had no where else to go! It was my only option! I don't like you! I don't even like mares!”
Lyra stared up into the crying eyes of the mare she loved more then Celestia her self. Her mind contained no thought. Her heart was empty.
“But, I...” love you, died on her lips. “... Should go,” she finished instead.
“Yes, yes you should.”
Lyra made her way to the door.
“I don't know how I put up with you as long as I did. It was the worst six months of my life.”
Lyra stumbled as the words struck her.
Steadying herself she managed to escape the scene.
This couldn't be real. She had to be dreaming. Or maybe she was dead and this was hell? Maybe Celestia really wasn't to keen on filly-foolers.
The unicorn made it to back to the alley before she vomited.
She had to hold it together. So the world had gone mad. Or she had. She needed to get home. Sit down. Lay down. Curl up into a ball and never move again.
“Lyra, you look terrible! Did something happen?”
Lyra's brain stopped working at that point.
A hoof went over her shoulder pulling her into a hug. It was more habit then anything else that made her bury her muzzle into Bonbon's offered neck.
“You can tell me. It's okay,” she nibbled on Lyra's ear just the way she always liked.
“She was talking to that other Bonbon,” another cream coloured mare explained as she approached. “You shouldn't put yourself through that.”
“She's right,” added a now third Bonbon.
Lyra considered making a break for it, but she was surrounded.
As the second and third Bonbon's embraced her in loving blissful warmth Lyra abandoned the notion of screaming for help.
“Hey! What are you guys doing!” Cried yet another Bonbon trotting down the alley.
“Lyra was talking to that Bonbon and she was so mean,” explained one of the wonderful mares pressed against Lyra.
“We're just making her feel better,” explained another.
“No fair, I want in on that!” Exclaimed the new Bonbon as she muscled her way into the pile to press against Lyra's back.
“How many...” Lyra latched onto a swiftly melting piece of sanity.
“A lot.” It wasn't one of the Bonbon's pressed against her. It was another one. Blushing as she made her way forward. She circled the pile a few times looking for a spot before giving up and thrusting a hoof between two other Bonbons to run a hoof reassuringly up and down her coat.
“I... I feel better now. You can all let go if you want...” Lyra forced herself to say.
“You don't feel better,” said a Bonbon as she started to kiss her neck.
“Hey, that's stealing,” complained a Bonbon before taking a deep kiss of Lyra.
“I need some of that,” another Bonbon muscled Lyra into standing as she began to work her left breast.
A Bonbon under her, another now on top of her, more pressing against her sides and chest, another holding her in a kiss.
Lyra cried a little. She felt so confused, so happy. She started to back out. Maybe she could get some sense of the situation if she could just deal with less Bonbons. Like maybe one or two.
A muzzle pressed between her haunches gently pushed her back into the pile, before the licking started.
Lyra lamented. She probably wouldn't be able to reciprocate for all of them.
Her back leg was lifted awkwardly as another muzzle sought her free breast.
Lyra looked down, trying to get a number of just how many Bonbons where there making love to her. She couldn't count the hooves.
A mouth found it's way over the tip of Lyra's horn. Another mouth was thwarted and forced to settle for licking the base.
Lyra moaned into the hungry mouth of a Bonbon.
This... this was more then Lyra had ever imagined.
The first orgasm hit when a new tongue pressed against Lyra's anus.
She'd have fallen to her knees if there hadn't been so many Bonbon's there to support her.
She bucked and writhed helpless within their pressing mass.
The mouth pressed against hers smiled as it drank her screams.
Supported by the herd of Bonbons the now fully exhausted Lyra was carried home.
So one Bonbon didn't like her very much. She was just a statistical anomaly. Lyra smiled in relief.
