Author's Note
My name is Fireflower and this is my twentieth My Little Pony fanfic, this time using anthropomorphic canon characters; however, this is also my thirteenth fic with a main focus on clop alone so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.
As for continuity and timing, this would be set somewhere in before the season five episode, Slice of Life, hence the circumstances for the two main characters along with the choice of setting featured in the story.
Anyways, I just want to state for the record that My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; also, considering that the fanfic itself is inspired by the aforementioned tumblr comic, all credits should go to Dekomaru instead of me.
Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends.
Disaccharide
If there was one thing that proved to be noticeable, then it would be many of which that were all keeping them on the lighter side as of this moment in time. For starters, the big blue sky that had harbored the golden sun shining about over the horizon with a flock of birds flying about became engulfed by clouds. Within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in such various materials, most of them being the ones fit for the likes of even three little pigs. A calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it all on a solid plane of existence with the dirt road guiding its way over. Etching outward from a nearby forest was a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it is all worth crossing for the travelers’ tales to be told from this trip. In the background, there rested a valley and ridge of mountains, raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as clouds gathered about. The town bustled about with an abundance of people from various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing were thereof nothing short.
One person in particular stood out and about: a minty unicorn mare was found to be walking around the town freely. Her mane and tail were preponderantly a lighter shade than the coat, save for a white streak right within the lower regions. The minty unicorn’s irises were worthy of their weight in gold, bearing a raring to go expression already etched in them. An attire upon herself so simple it’d revealed much of her coat: a white tubetop, blue shorts, and a pair of matching shoes.
“I wonder what Bon–Bon is up to now…” the minty unicorn had said to herself when she looked upon a house right up in front.
Its appearance had done well to blend in with the town that she was currently residing in, timber– framed with a thatched roofing in an overhang. Already covered up in a colorful coating of a clear chocolaty cream, it had created a cool, calm, and calculative centerpiece to be seen and heard. Many of the wholesome bay windows around it were either closed or obscured by the very blinds while the sunshades hovered over them at once. Only the white door added the finishing touch to this picturesque residence where the minty unicorn took the time to move forward already.
The inside of the housing unit in question alone had told a much different story that had been already fitted with the external theme. The ceiling had a spinner fan suspended ten feet from the ground while acting as the main source of light in this room like only usually. The background that served as its foundation within the very room was surrounded in delicate wallpaper all colored in a light brown. The flooring was basked in a series of some white pristine ceramic tiles that were all deeply lacking in any patterns whatsoever. Two different windows were present: one was covered up in a layered set of shutters underneath; the other was opened up only slightly. The countertop bore a peachy surface, standing nearby a small oven that was metallic right next to a sink and a refrigerator all at once.
In the midst of the whole entire area had stood a beige pony whom was now holding a mixing bowl in both hands at this very moment in due time. A long and coiled mane and tail were all in a clash of the darkest cold blue and lightest hot pink vying for control all along the way was being worn. Narrowing a pair of bright blue eyes in their vision was a crimson concoction that was now being stirred around in concentrated circles by a whisk. Simplistic attire was even fitting for the beige pony for a continuous undertaking: a royal purple blouse, a jet black skirt, and a snow white apron here.
Suddenly, she had turn her attention to the icebox and retrieved a steel tray of sweets sighing, “whew! All done! I can’t wait for Lyra to try out this new recipe! Which she should be home any minute now… I can’t wait! I’m too excited about this new recipe! Mmmm! It came out better than expected! It’s so sweet and juicy! Makes me feel all warm a–and… Mmmm. Uhhh–hh a–and uh… Oh sweet Celestia! What is going on with me? What kind of candy did I make!? ‘Warning… For a–adult consumption only!?’ I created some kind of aphrodisiac? Lyra will be home any second! I can’t let her see me like this!”
“Bonnie, I’m home!” the titular unicorn shouted, prompting the beige pony to hide away from the former’s sight almost immediately, “huh… I guess she must be out of the house right now… Ah! This must be that new recipe she’s told me about! Maybe she won’t mind if I try one… Come in!”
Before she was able to sink her teeth into the candy in question, some knocking on the door gotten her out of the mood all at once. When Lyra quickly scurried off to answer, she was greeted by the sight of another unicorn mare, a peachy brunette with a small smile. The visitor’s irises were already matching both her mane and tail all at once, bearing an emotion with only great expectations for her. The peachy unicorn had even wore a more modest attire compared to the minty counterpart: a hot pink blouse and some blue jeans.
“Oh, hi, Lyra; is Bon–Bon in?” the brunette greeted as she had walked into the domicile without hesitation.
The eponymous occupant answered, “nah. She might be out and about. She should be back shortly unless you just want to buy some candy.”
“That’s why I’m here: I want to try some candy flavored drink mix and I need some taste examples…” the peachy unicorn replied, turning to the tray of food nearby themselves, “oh this must be a fresh batch she just made!”
“Yeah, I think it’s the new recipe she was telling me about: I can wrap a few pieces for you if you want; I’m sure she won’t mind an extra taste tester…” Lyra said as she had quickly grabbed a paper bag to empty them all inside.
With the items provided, the visitor took the pack and had replied, “thank you! I always like trying Bon–Bon’s new creations. Her candy is the best in Ponyville! Tell Bon–Bon I said to come by the bar and try my new drinks sometime.”
As soon as the peachy unicorn had departed, the minty counterpart was then greeted by the sounds of flushing; afterwards, the aforementioned mare stepped out in front, prompting the latter unicorn to speak, “oh! You were in the bathroom the whole time! You just missed Martini Shake!”
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything; I didn’t hear you come in!” the beige pony replied, turning to find a tray with fewer pieces than she had made just earlier, “oh no! Some of the candies are missing!”
“It’s no biggie: she just wanted some candy to help her come up with a candy flavored drink mix; she said you should come by some time…” Lyra laughed loudly.
At this moment, Bon–Bon shifted forearms from the torso to the back of her head in horror and thought, “what have I done!? That candy is going to turn poor Martini’s bar into a brothel if she makes a drink with it! And it will be all my fault!”
“Now that you’re here, I can test out your new candy!” the minty unicorn said as she snagged a piece from the tray; of course, the beige pony grabbed the former by the wrist, “huh, what the–––”
“Lyra, wait; don’t eat that!” Bon–Bon interjected.
The titular mare asked as the pressure upon her wrist was quickly relieved, “why? Is there something wrong with them?”
“N–not really!” the beige pony stammered on before regaining her composure, “it’s just… a bit more bitter than what I intended it to be… I just need make a new batch. It’ll be perfect and I’ll let you be the first to try it. I promise…”
“Well… okay; I’ll take your word for it…” the minty unicorn had sighed, placing the confection back down on the counter at once.
Bon–Bon decided to empty the remaining contents into a nearby trash can still in thought, “now I just wait for the royal guards to come knocking at my door for drugging an entire bar full of patrons… At least I should get rid of these before they cause any more damage…”
“Bon–Bon, what’s wrong; is something the matters…?” Lyra asked, breaking the blushing beige pony out of cerebration, “you look a little tense…”
“I’m going to take a shower a little early; it’s been quite a day…” the eponymous occupant answered abashedly ablaze about.
Sure enough, the beige pony had retreated from the minty unicorn’s sight as the latter replied, “oh… okay…”
Almost instantaneously, Bon–Bon returned to the very same place where she had told Lyra about much earlier in regards to the former’s whereabouts. The flooring within was drastically different, a set of tessellated planks lying about beneath the beige pony’s hooves, all made of ligneous cellulose. Every wall was all adorned in a dark shroud of red tiles, save for some patches of caulked chalky white at the lower regions of the entire surface area. While that the lavatory had no windows whatsoever, it did, however, possess a large mirror in a circular shape that was being faceted by some lights. Nevertheless, she was accommodated with the presence of a toilet, a sink, a hamper, and a tub with a shower head poking out from the wall as well.
As such, Bon–Bon had now taken the signal to lock the door behind herself so as to not allow any strangers the opportunity to wander about. The stardust memories of not too long ago were still being played back into the beige pony’s mind, all because of the crispy cool air in here. Sure enough, she had started to strip away the articles of clothing that were hugging her beige coat, revealing three wrappers upon her flanks. Bon–Bon had then stepped into the bathtub slowly finding only the three knobs, placing her hand on one in the middle and then the nearby ones. Before long, water shot out of its nozzle as the beige pony was currently becoming drenched in it, instantly embracing the lukewarm reception. The hot, soothing atmosphere born from the running compound doused her, creating a small mist as she had placed her hands upon her own mane.
“This is the last time I use a recipe without reading the entire thing first…” Bon–Bon thought to herself, now grabbing onto her cleavage and sheath at the same time in the heated downstream, “at least the effects are wearing off now. I don’t want to put Lyra through this. It’s best she never finds out…”
Unbeknownst to the beige pony, the minty unicorn was still in the kitchen when she walked past an open book on the counter at once.
“Hmm, so this is the recipe she was trying… ‘warning: for adult consumption only; consumers will experience the effects of a mild’ af–fro–dee–see–ak…” Lyra said as she had begun to read aloud.
Before the minty unicorn attempted to read again, she heard a loud moan coming from the bathroom that had most certainly belonged to none other than Bon–Bon herself who cried, “AAH…!”
“What’s an aphrodisiac?” Lyra had whispered in sheer confusion, “whatever. I’ll ask Bonnie later…”
Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had came in all shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed two no less.
The beige pony was now inside the bedroom; although it wasn’t actually the true concept of royalty, it still had things that were still considered based on all the others in the average home. The ceiling above herself had a spinner fan suspended ten feet from the ground while acting as the main source of light in this room, burning brightly as she was now left in thought like before. The background, better yet known as the walls that served as the foundation itself, was already surrounded in a rich light chocolate shade, reminding Bon–Bon of the kitchen from much earlier. The floor was basked in a tufted oriental carpentry which though it was rich in the dark color of gold it was purchased at a fair bargain and then later vacuumed and steam cleaned afterwards. Two different windows were present: one of them, a bay window in a layered set of shutters underneath the closed orange curtains up north; the other, a casement window in the west point. The sleigh bed that had rested against the wall, though fluffy yet small, was donned in a burnt sienna accompanied by snow white pillows, one of which was worn over the beige pony’s face. Two coffee dressers were already found directly close to the very bedside upon which that she was resting upon, both of them all alike in fair dignity and grace because of their congruence.
“I’m not going to be able to sleep well tonight… I should have just ran after Martini and took the candies back; now, it’s too late…” Bon–Bon had sighed sadly, now wearing a pink nightgown and some white panties.
It wasn’t long until the minty unicorn joined the beige pony, now clad in a jet black nightgown that was more revealing asking, “hey Bonnie… What do you think? I had it made just for our special alone time~”
“I–I’m sorry, Lyra…” the aforementioned equine responded, breaking away from the close encounter, “I’m just not in the mood tonight…”
“Again; didn’t you said that last night…?” the titular unicorn said as she had backed from her fellow roommate.
Bon–Bon readjusted the right strap of her lingerie and had answered, “I just have a lot on my mind right now, I really just can’t get into it…”
“I see then...” Lyra had sighed, “still bummed out about your new recipe not turning out right, huh?”
“Yeah, you know how I hold my work to a higher standard…” the beige pony had soon replied calmly.
The minty unicorn had stood up and walked away from the bedside sighing, “oh well. I’m getting a glass of water. Do want anything?”
“No, thanks…” Bon–Bon answered as Lyra quickly left her alone, “the truth is I’m more worn out from trying to curb the effects of that candy…”
The minty unicorn had strolled towards the kitchen, already remembering the very time in which the beige pony was making some candies. She had looked with an aside glance at the questionable foodstuff which was residing at the top portion of the refrigerator standing in front. Of course, Lyra was already aware of the fact that these were the same confectioneries that were discarded following Martini’s departure. Bon–Bon was able to prevent her roommate from suffering the same inconvenient fate but it had seemed the reason would come to light. The minty unicorn’s bright golden eyes quickly prompted her to remove a tray from there and return to the beige pony’s room with them.
“Hmm, I guess Bonnie forgot about these… hey Bonnie, I saw these in the freezer: are they the same as the ones you threw out?” Lyra asked as the eponymous roommate shot upward from the bed.
It didn’t even take much for the beige pony to be haunted by the recent ordeal she had inadvertently brought upon herself when she had squeaked out, “oh no! I forgot about the extras in the freezer!”
“Also, what’s an aphrodisiac?” the minty unicorn had then said almost instantaneously, “I’m curious…”
“U–um; well… um… it’s pretty complicated for me to explain…” Bon–Bon was stammering onward.
Unconvinced by the incomplete answer given, Lyra put down the candy on one drawer and went to the other, slowly pulling out a blue book with a response, “well! That’s why we have dictionaries.”
“Uh–uhh…” the beige pony droned on as the minty unicorn started scrolling through the pages, “this is it…!”
“Let’s see; ‘aphrodisiac: a food, drink or drug that stimulates sex––ual desires…’ oh dear Celestia, and I gave Martini some of that candy for her candy flavored drink mix: thankfully her bar is closed today but she’s probably already eaten some of it; I really messed up this time…” Lyra started to read, only to slowly break away from that particular line of text upon realization.
As the minty unicorn struck her own forehead, her roommate had finally begun to speak out, “it’s my fault. I panicked instead of telling you and stopping Martini. I tested the candy and knew what it could do. I didn’t want you to have the same problem since the effects seems to last a while…”
“You mean...” Lyra had said to Bon–Bon rather slowly, “is that why you were in the bathroom earlier?”
“Yeah… I think I went overboard with the ingredients trying to maximize the flavor; instead, I made so potent, I was easily overcome by the urge to… breed…” the beige pony answered at once.
The minty unicorn turned away with a sigh, “I… see…”
“Hmm?” the beige pony whimpered watching as two piece were selected from the tray, “please Lyra…!”
“Wow, this stuff works fast…” the aforementioned roommate said, blushing about as she had ate one of them.
Bon–Bon called out the minty unicorn’s name, “Lyra…”
“Say, Bonnie…” the titular roommate giggled, stripping away her own jet black nightgown almost instantly as both of the flanks bore a lyre, “do you remember what our first time was like?”
“Yeah, we were pretty wild; think the neighbors heard us…” the eponymous equine answered as she watched Lyra pull off her panties, the former bearing three bow–shaped objects colored in blue and yellow upon the flanks.
Of the two mares whom were now in the altogether, the minty unicorn took action to present Bon–Bon her own piece and had said, “well let’s do it again for old times sake. Since we might get in trouble, may as well make the best of this~”
Simply consuming the candy alone was enough for the beige pony to endure what she had put herself through like before, this time in the company of her roommate at this moment in time. Soon, both of the ponies had started to wrap their arms around each other lightly and gently, their eyes closed and faces already within vicinity before quickly locking lips almost immediately. Sure enough, the kiss they had shared once more now strengthened, growing more eager for their mouths to finally open up with such feelings, tongues finally slipping out to meet one another. Suddenly, Lyra and Bon–Bon now took advantage of the simple fact that they were left all alone to their devices, locked in a blissful embrace as their bodies burned with overwhelming passion. Since the night was young, they had already found themselves a clear schedule of slumber being delayed by variable intervals of time devoted to sharing their own lasciviousness with each other.
“Ohh, Lyra…!” the beige pony squealed, feeling the aforementioned lover’s fingers gnawing at the tips of the former’s voluminous bosom, “now I remember how good you were at using your hands~”
“I’m still good at using them, just you watch: I wanna see if you still squirt like a little water cannon; you should have told me after you ate the candy since you wouldn’t be able to handle this on your own!” the minty unicorn had replied, shifting her own left hand downward to the whispering eye but leaving the right one alone.
Bon–Bon couldn’t help but moan since that Lyra was now rubbing into the open fork and sighed loudly, “I can feel it! Don’t hold back! Ahhhh!”
“Heh heh!” the minty unicorn had chuckled, quickly pulling out to discover an achromatic humor emptied from the beige pony all in due time, “seems like these hand can still make you gush!”
“Oh how I wish I would have made this candy sooner~ sadly my hands are only good at making candy, but I got something else that’s better for this job~” Bon–Bon had replied, already finding the strength to rising upward once more to remove her blouse and shoved Lyra in the opposite direction.
After tracing around the tender sheath with a wayward finger, the beige pony now descended upon the minty unicorn with vitality, the former’s tongue slipping out and sliding into the latter at once.
Soon, Bon–Bon had started licking Lyra right away, already tickling the target’s whispering eye about before slowly sliding in all at once, earning a moan from its trembling owner immediately, “ah! Yes!”
The minty unicorn had felt her own fork being played around, thanks to the beige pony’s tongue already running right around the former’s spread legs as the latter started forwarding some lips. Bon–Bon had barely helped herself but drooled every time she was sliding in and out of Lyra’s sheath repetitively in the process, causing some small moans to escape from the latter quickly. Their libidinous utterances then had turned into loud yelps of happiness, thanks to the beige pony’s rather untamed exploration; needless to say, the ecstasy of the two mares was unbridled. With their reciprocity only being cause and effect, the sheer warmth from Bon–Bon’s icy tongue had caused an achromatic fluid to squirt right upon the surface of it almost instantaneously.
“Tasty as ever!” the beige pony had cooed, breaking away from the minty unicorn’s whispering eye to savor the moment, “but I think I know what we both want right now~ It’s been a long time since we’ve used this! It’s time to bring it out of retirement~ That was the best we’ve had in a long time!”
Bon–Bon had retreated from Lyra’s side of the bed, reaching over to a nearby drawer so as to pull out a burgundy tubular appendage. The two had slowly taken up the item and placed it nearby their own faces, quickly taking turns in planted some kisses upon the surface. Under a rather large amount of time whatsoever, they’d decided to insert the appendage within their forks, now quivering about at once. Now that the item was completely inside them at this very moment, the equines had begun to feel it slithering in and out for every move. Surely, the twosome started to moan all at once already with their cool colored coats becoming drenched with countless perspiration. As the milling about between them had started to increase in momentum, only the minty unicorn regained ground over the beige pony. Lyra had soon pinned Bon–Bon to the bed, pausing for a brief torrid kiss with the appendage still inside now gathering collective outflow. Soon, they’d broken away, shifting their weight before regaining forcefulness as the twosome now bounced to and fro against each other. It wasn’t long until their sheaths were soaking the ends of the item in their own juices completely before escaping from the minty unicorn.
The beige pony soon discarded the appendage from her whispering eye, tossing it aside onto the floor before returning to her roommate’s side. Already basting about in the secretions of their own making, Lyra and Bon–Bon had finally now collapsed onto the top of the bed completely. Unperturbed by the lack of textiles covering themselves, the two couldn’t help but exhale, taking solace in each other’s proximity all at once.
“Let’s do it again tomorrow night without being drugged…” the minty unicorn moaned before falling to sleep, the beige pony following after.
Afterwards, silence had now returned to the very room as the occupants were already in the state of extreme exhaustion, still burning about with concupiscence. The two equines were currently starting to subside and so was their sensuality as they had slowly drifted off into slumber soon, both in an off–the–cuff embrace. Movement between themselves was instantaneously brought to an absolute minimum with Lyra resting face down beneath Bon–Bon without a care in the world.
While they were sleeping soundly throughout the very night, the clouds high above themselves had dispersed slowly but surely in the process. The big blue sky that had harbored the silver moon and the stars slowly changed colors, no doubt the progress of the golden sun rising upward. A flock of birds were found to be taking itself to a high level within their new flightpath, singing their hearts out and about as they traveled on. Dense moisture of the dewdrops were formed on the surface upon the many green grasses housing the very flora, overwhelming them all. All that was left to complete this scene was a stray pedestrian in any varying state of being traveling through the town for whatever reason.
Of course, both tenants were found to be wide awake, all dressed up in the same attire from yesterday and in the kitchen with a customer, the same peachy unicorn also from their collective memory of the same day ago no less; of the two, the beige pony was the first to speak up at once, “we are so sorry about this whole thing…”
“It’s no problem!” Martini had said, literally talking to them over a hot beverage that was recently provided, “I had a great time with Silver. Though he might need a day or two to recover…”
“I guess it worked out for all of us in the end!” the minty unicorn laughed heartily, her peachy counterpart taking a sip from the white cup.
Bon–Bon sighed as she brought both hands over her chest, “I’m just glad it didn’t get distributed at your bar. I won’t ever make candy like that again…”
“Aw…” Martini groaned, slowly lugging over a hot pink sack of coins that spilled over upon the countertop, “I was hoping to a less potent mix to give my patrons a little buzz. Except for Silver, his drink is going to be special~”
“How many different flavors do you want…?” the beige pony asked as she and her lover looked at the amount of metal given out to themselves.
The peachy unicorn slowly gave out her own answer, “thirty–two…”
