Best Friends Forever

by SoothingCoffee

Rating: mature
Tags: Lyra, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Bon-Bon, Romance, Sex
Length: 1891

It was a few days after Agent Bon Bond revealed her identity to her best friend, Lyra. Tonight is time for them to have some fun.

Few days had passed after Bon Bon revealed her true identity to her Best Friend, Lyra. On that night, they decided to have fun.

Just some fun non-sensical clopfic that will probably be buried under piles after piles of other clopfics. And thanks to Gothia for some tips and advices.

Published 2015-07-03 14:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-07-03 14:10:02 UTC

Bond, Bon Bond

Author's Note

So this is my first--second, technically-- clopfic. And I have to say that I'm rather unsatisfied with this. Maybe it's because this is my first clopfic, or maybe because I couldn't write a clopfic for jackshit. Either way, I gave this fic my best.

And I know there's something lacking, missing, or maybe bad about this story, but I couldn't make out any of it.

Bond, Bon Bond

Clattering sounds of objects hitting the ground resounded across the dark room as the creamy mare rolled back, her lean muscles coiled as she quickly climbed up to four. Her eyes widened as a pony lunged at her, quickly rolling her way to the side. She winced she heard a loud crashing sound, and a small pitiful “Ow.”

Regardless, she quickly took her pace, skidding to a stop as she stopped before the staircase. Looking back to ensure the enemy was still down—which by the sound of clopping hooves, was not—, she immediately bolted up to her room, her breath hard and panicked as she locked her room, before walking backwards, looking around the room for something to defend herself.

She found one, she grinned, lifting the dull thing balanced on her hoof. She jumped in surprise when a loud bang was heard behind the door, cursing as her weapon fell from her hoof, and rolled under the bed. “Curses.”

There was a sigh behind the door, and a faint repeating ‘ouch’s as she heard a clicking sound of the door being unlocked. She cursed, backing away immediately from the door as it opened.

Sweat rolled off the cream-colored mare’s pelt as she narrowed her eyes, her breath short and hot, taking a step back as the pony in front of her, clad in a black turtleneck suit with an emblem of the moon stuck on the pony’s shoulder–not unlike the ones her rival agency used—, took a step forward. Her eyes searching around her room, looking for something to defend herself from the pony in front of her, before it finally settled on one thing.

“What’s the hurry, Bon Bond?” The pony purred, a crooked grin on her green pelted face as she took another step forward. “You always like to end things quickly. Can’t we just simply enjoy this?”

Keeping the item she had found in the corner of her peripheral, she turned to the pony, and she found something painful deep within her heart as she voiced her question. “Why?”

Lyra’s grin turned into a frown as she took a stomp forward. “Why?” she asked back, and Bon Bond took another step back. “Why, Bon Bond, I don’t think you’re that stupid to not realize the answer.”

Belatedly, Bon Bond realized the item she had kept on watch her was suddenly out of her reach, and she internally cursed herself for it; she was getting rusty, she realized. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she felt her behind bumped on the bed. She cursed herself again; very, very rusty.

Lyra’s grin widened, noticing Bon Bond’s lost of maneuver. “Got you!” She shouted, pouncing straight towards the pony in front of her.

Acting more on old instinct rather than actual intellect, Bon Bond let a smile slipped into her visage, causing the pouncing pony to widen her eyes before Bon Bond grabbed the sheet of the bed, and used it to trap Lyra in.

The trapped Lyra shouted in surprise, her hooves thrashed and flailed to free her from her sudden confinement. Bon Bond smirked, using her body to pin and stop Lyra’s thrashing. Slowly, she pulled part of the sheet that had covered Lyra’s face, revealing wide golden eyes, and green cheek tinged with red.

“No, Lyra.” Bon Bond whispered into Lyra’s ear, her tone dropping low. “I got you.”

Lyra squeaked as she felt Bon Bond’s warm lips nipped her ear, followed by a moan as Bon Bond’s tongue played with her ear. Her hooves tried to escaped, struggling, from under Bon Bond’s body to gain advantage, to no avail.

Bon Bond pulled away from the ear, gazing at the flush cheeked Lyra with a sultry gaze. “You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her warm breath covering Lyra’s face.

“N-no—“
Not waiting for Lyra to finish her answer, Bon Bond dived in, and their lips touched and met together. There was a brief struggle as Bon Bond’s warm tongue tried to push into Lyra’s lips, but Lyra quickly gave herself and let passage for her opponent.

Warmth fused together as their tongues met; Bon Bond pushed in, dancing around Lyra’s warm and tasty tongue, devolving into a sloppy dance of passion as lust took over. Moans of ecstasy escaped both mares, the sweet scents of each other’s pelt only made the act more vigorous; their crotch burned with excitement as they grinded with each other; only the wet white sheet separating each other from full pleasure.

Suddenly, Bon Bond felt Lyra’s free hind leg suddenly kicked—more like pushed—her to the side, off from Lyra. Suddenly, Bon Bond felt her world filled with white and golden as she found herself pinned under Lyra, her breathings hard and labored, and the sheet over her body came undone and Bon Bond felt the sticky wet liquid dripping to her thigh.

“No, Bon Bond.” Lyra whispered huskily, the short and warm breath of hers caressed Bon Bond’s face, and her golden eyes filled with lust. “I got you.”

Bon Bond grinned. “Indeed.” She agreed, and she relished in moans as Lyra’s lips embraced hers, a thin sliver of saliva connected them both as they separated, her back legs buckled and they both moaned in pleasure as their wet and sopping pink marehoods kissed together.

“Oh, Bon Bond,” Lyra grunted, her voice muffled as she nuzzled Bon Bond, her hips thrusting reflexively against Bon Bond’s pussy, exchanging and mixing love liquids.

Creamy hooves softly trailed down from Lyra’s sides, shivering in delights as they caught their prize, two fine and soft flanks. Lyra both shivered and squeaked in surprise when they were pressed together, fondled and played by those cream colored hooves.

Bon Bond paused in fondling her rival’s ass, leaning her head down to find Lyra’s horn open for her feast. She grinned, continuing her attack on Lyra’s butt as her tongue licked the dull point of her horn, enjoying her vibrating neck as Lyra moaned her name.

The green mare gasped and flinched, a loud moan escaped her throat as Bon Bond continued her ravage on Lyra’s sensitive horn. Her tongue circling around the horn, pressing her head down to the base of the horn, before bobbing her head up and down, causing the green mare to release a loud shuddering moan.

“Bon Bond,” The green mare shouted, pressing her wet and throbbing marehood to her friend’s marehood. “I’m—“ warm fluid suddenly squirted out from Lyra’s nether, showering Bon Bond’s pussy and thighs with Lyra’s vaginal fluid.

Bon Bond pulled away from the horn, moaning as she did so. She gave the stubby horn a final lick, causing the out-of-breath unicorn to shudder, before she carefully turned her around to her back, legs splayed, giving her a marvelous view of the unicorn’s bare body.

Golden eyes, swimming in ecstasy and happiness, locked with hers lovingly; a lopsided grin on Lyra’s face as she felt her best friend pecked on the tip of her nose, frowning as the mare stood and walked away.

Lyra’s gaze followed her partner, watching in particular on how her flanks swayed left and right as she stopped in front of the cupboard. Her eyes widened when she looked up to the cupboard, dark silhouette of something large and thick and long, and it took a moment in her blissfully drunk mind that she realized what it was.

She swallowed the knot on her throat as she watched Bon Bond strapped it over her crotch. “Um, Bon Bond?” She nervously called, watching in dread as she turned around, revealing a large translucent dildo sticking out of her vagina.

“Yes, Lyra?” She returned, making her way to her lying body, a tinge of excitement in her voice that Lyra admitted to be rather infectious as she felt her crotch burned in passion once more.

Her body moved by its own as she turned around, her weak hindlegs shakily shoved her flanks up to the air, wet pussy dripping juice to the floor as their gaze met. “Rut. Me.”

Bon Bond grinned, her legs nimbly moved behind Lyra, front-hooves placed on Lyra’s side as she leaned forward, causing the green mare to shudder as she felt the tip teasing on her labia. She felt hot throaty breath on her ear, “With pleasure,” she heard Bon Bond whisper, her body shaking anxiously at the tip teasing her vagina.

She gasped when the large toy began to slide in, before moaning as the surprise of the size dissipated. The nip on her ear didn’t help the pleasure as the large—too large, she dreadfully noted— toy stretched her pussy.

After what felt like a torturous eternity of pleasure, the cock suddenly stopped, Lyra’s body tensed as she realized the cock was already hitting her womb. She shuddered, before trying to tilt her head back, staring at the red flushed cheeks of her lover. “Bon Bond—Ack!”

She choked out a gasp as the phallus object slid—no, quickly pulled out from her vaginal embrace. Before she could do anything to protest, a mix of moan and shout was forced out of her throat as the earth pony thrust her hips forward.

Grunts could be heard from behind Lyra, and soon the shock of the sudden roughness faded away as the pleasure began to pile in, building like a tower of blocks. “Oh, Bon Bond!” She screamed, her own flanks moving by its own, working together with Bon Bond’s hips to gain more pleasure.

“Lyra...” Her partner grunted, her eyes clenched shut as her hips did their work; her mind a haze of ecstasy as she felt herself nearer and nearer to her climax.

Lyra bit her lips, already she could feel herself reaching to her own climax, drools trailing from the corner of her lips. “Bon... Bond, I’m—“ she flinched suddenly, her breath hitched as she felt the dildo hilted on her womb. “I’m—“

She never had the chance to finish her sentence as the dildo moved once more, pulling it, before slamming it back again. And this time, it was accompanied by the shout of two mares, of two ‘Best Friends’ as they came together in sync.

Slowly, her breath short and tired, Bon Bond pulled out the dildo from her Best Friends’ pussy, still shuddering in delight from her climax. Lyra’s legs buckled to the ground, splayed to the floor on her belly. Soon after, she slowly rolled to her side; the sight of the smiling Bon Bond sent her heart aflutter.

Not about to leave her friend, Bon Bond laid herself on the floor, undoing the strap-on in process. She then found herself staring at the pair of beautiful golden eyes, their hooves interlocked together, and their wet and sweaty bellies met as they proceeded to hug.

“Best Friends forever?” Bon Bond whispered to her ears.

She felt Lyra nod on her shoulder. “Best Friends forever.” She confirmed.