Methinks these ponies doth protest too much
BEST FRIENDS
by Shivered Timbers
"So you really ate all my oats?"
Bon-Bon, Sweetie Drops to her fellow secret agents, walked with Lyra, her best friend, out of the donkey wedding, the Ponyville social event of the century, dodging what seemed like the entirety of Ponyville's population, most of whom were excited to continue celebrating that blessed event after the day's usual slew of ridiculous.
Lyra nodded, having the decency to look sheepish. Bon-Bon could only laugh in response.
"I should really be mad at you, you know. Those oats were expensive!"
Lyra did that thing where she puffed out her cheeks and lowered her head. It was so cute, exactly the kind of thing that made Bon-Bon love being Lyra's friend.
"I can never stay mad at you, though." She chuckled. "Call it a weakness."
"I call it being a good friend," said Lyra.
"A great friend!"
"The best of friends!" Lyra stood on her hind legs and threw her forearms in the air. They shared a laugh, as friends often do.
Lyra flicked her tail over Bon-Bon's face, the scent of cherry and roses tickling Bon-Bon's nose.
"You know I'm gonna eat more than just your oats when we get home, right?" Lyra said, casting a half-lidded glance over her shoulder.
Spontaneous and forward: that's what Bon-Bon loved so much about being Lyra's best friend.
When Bon-Bon's head hit the pillow, she knew she was in for one wild ride.
"You're my best friend," Lyra breathed into her ear, and she shuddered. It was so true.
Lyra nibbling on her neck reminded her of how they'd met, all those years ago, Lyra sitting on a bench in a most peculiar and eye-catching way. Bon-Bon, being somewhat nosy and, yes, frequently rude, had asked her what was up. Lyra had never left her alone after that; she'd been so starved for friendship, she'd followed Bon-Bon everywhere, and Bon-Bon had just gotten used to it after a while.
It took a while, but eventually, she even started to appreciate it.
"You're such a good friend," Bon-Bon whispered. She moved her hoof to Lyra's side, but Lyra brushed it away.
"This time, it's just for my friend," she said, and kissed under Bon-Bon's jaw.
Her friend's attentions made Bon-Bon feel flushed and warm. It was like that time they got caught in a freak snowstorm that had blown in from the Everfree. While the Ponyville weather team battled it hoof and wing, the two of them had been taken to City Hall and placed in front of a roaring fire, with heavy blankets and hot cocoa to warm them. There, snuggled up against Lyra, Bon-Bon had realized that she would never find a better friend in all of Equestria.
"Don't be gentle," she murmured, and her friend responded with lidded eyes, a grin and a low rumble in her throat. Lyra growled and nibbled at Bon-Bon's chest fluff, then nosed her way down Bon-Bon's tummy, rump swaying in midair.
Having a good friend like Lyra treating her so wonderfully made Bon-Bon feel safe and secure. They'd had so many good times, side by side, that never would have happened if they hadn't met.
She could still remember the first time they got ice cream together. It had been the hottest day of summer, and their cones had almost immediately begun to melt after being scooped. But Lyra, being the best of best friends that she was, had not only come up with the idea, not only paid for Bon-Bon's ice cream, but she had also licked the melted drips off Bon-Bon's cutie mark as they sat on a bench in the park.
What a great friend.
And like a great friend, Lyra was even now licking Bon-Bon's cutie mark, arousing and tickling her all at once. Though her heart beat fast, Bon-Bon couldn't help letting out a giggle, which caught Lyra's attention straight away.
"Having fun, friend?" she asked.
"Oh yes," Bon-Bon responded, giving her the bedroom eyes. "You always know how to show a friend a good time, Lyra."
"I know some other fun things we friends can do." Lyra waggled her eyebrows, stroking the insides of Bon-Bon's thighs ever so gently. "Got any hoofcuffs in your secret agent gear, Miss Secret Agent?"
Bon-Bon did a spit-take. "Lyra! Don't be silly!"
"It was an honest inquiry," Lyra said, grin never wavering. "Oh well, guess I'll just have to be boring and old-fashioned, then." She gave a comical roll of her eyes.
At that moment, Bon-Bon became aware of something hovering in a magical glow, just behind Lyra's shoulder. She gasped. "Lyra, is that--"
"Yup! An old friend!"
It was green and about the length of Bon-Bon's cannon. It was possessed of an intimidating width and had a blunted end. Best of all, Bon-Bon knew, it vibrated.
She grinned as Lyra stood on her hind legs and buckled the straps around her pelvis. When she was done, she remained in position for a moment, the plastic length bobbing slightly with her motions. "FRIENDSHIP EXPRESS" was written down the shaft.
"All aboard," Lyra said softly, her grin growing wicked.
"Choo choo," said Bon-Bon, and they both laughed. It was the kind of joke only two good friends could share.
Lyra straddled her, gazing into her eyes. "Are you ready?" she asked, taking care not to bump against Bon-Bon with the huge piece.
"Yes." Bon-Bon closed her eyes as Lyra eased her way inside. A little magical lubricant, and even something that big would have no trouble gaining easy access.
The tenderness Lyra displayed, along with her current arousal, was enough for Bon-Bon to have a small orgasm.
"Somepony's having a good time," said Lyra, mirth in her voice.
"I'm j-just getting warmed up," Bon-Bon cooed.
"Not gonna be gentle anymore, then."
That was when Lyra turned on the vibrator.
Instantly, Bon-Bon's mind was filled with ecstasy. With her friend holding her close and the Friendship Express going to town on her darkest of secrets, her world was pure bliss. Lyra's moans, hot and heavy in her ear, made her think of all the wonderful moments they'd shared throughout their friendship.
Making out behind City Hall.
Playing tonsil hockey during Winter Wrap Up.
Snogging in the middle of Town Square.
All the things that friends love to do together.
"Oh, Lyra!"
"Bon-Bon, yes! Yes!"
"You're my best friend, Lyra!"
"We're such good friends!"
Bon-Bon came, a glorious kaleidoscope of colors and sensations filling her. Lyra collapsed atop her. It was just like the last time they went bowling together.
Lyra shut the Express off, and all was still, save their combined breathing. After a long moment, Lyra pulled out, and Bon-Bon shuddered once more. Next thing she knew, Lyra was spooning with her, nosing lazily at her mane and sighing in contentment.
"Was it good for you?"
"Mm-hmm."
Lyra took a deep breath. "I'm glad I could make my friend happy."
"I'm glad I have a friend to make me happy like that."
Bon-Bon closed her eyes, enjoying sharing the warmth and company of her friend.
"But seriously, Bon-Bon," Lyra said at length, jolting her out of an almost-sleep, "you've told some whoppers in your day, but a secret agent? Where'd you come up with that one?"
Bon-Bon gulped and shifted in her friend's grip. "Oh, well... You know, contractual obligations being what they are and all..."
Lyra sighed. Her eye-roll was audible. "Figures. Thanks, M. A. Larson."
Author's Note
Friendship. Yarr, it be like these landlubbers don't know the meanin' o' the word!
Thanks t' Steel Resolve fer lettin' me pinch 'is joke. Ha-harr!
