Ocean Mares

Vinyl was unpacking their bags when Bon-Bon stumbled out of the bathroom. If there was one thing Bon-Bon could already say she liked, it was the bathroom they had. It had a shower!

She stopped and leaned against the wall, feeling unsteady on her feet, almost like she was drunk. As she tried to center herself, Bon-Bon looked around the room. It didn't look too different from any of the other hotel rooms Bon-Bon had been in. The carpet was unusually fluffy though, soft enough to sleep on, Bon-Bon wagered.

"You okay?" Vinyl asked as she held up two different pairs of frilly panties to examine. They were both Bon-Bon's, but the candy-maker chose not to bring that up for the moment.

"I'm fine," Bon-Bon said, taking cautious steps over to the bed where their bags lay. Both of their bags lay open, with Vinyl elbow deep in Bon-Bon's. "Hey, does the floor seem... unstable to you?"

"No," Vinyl said, pulling out a third undergarment.

Bon-Bon sighed and snatched her panties from Vinyl's fingers. "Those are mine, Vinyl."

"Yeah, I know," Vinyl said, sticking her hand back into Bon-Bon's bag. "I need to borrow them."

"Why?" Bon-Bon said as she pulled her bag out of Vinyl's reach.

Vinyl sheepishly twiddled her fingers. "'Cause I forgot to pack any,"

Bon-Bon sighed. "Well, just wear the ones you have now until they smell. Then I'll go down to the washing machines and wash them for you. Like I usually do."

Vinyl bit her lip, blushing lightly. "Yeah, about that..."

"You're not wearing any panties, are you," Bon-Bon slowly brought her hand to her face.

"Like I said, I forgot them."

"I can understand forgetting to pack them, but how did you manage to forget to put any on?"

"Hey, it could happen to anyone," Vinyl said, sounding oddly defensive.

"But it only seems to happen to you. And give me those!" Bon-Bon said, pulling her other panties out of Vinyl's hands. She quickly shoved them back into her bag and began rooting round inside it. "Look, I got a few spare pairs you can have, okay?"

"Okay," Vinyl said, crossing her arms.

Bon-Bon's normally organized travel bag had become a mess after Vinyl's tampering, so it took her a good minute to find what she wanted. Eventually, Bon-Bon found her spares and pulled them free.

"Here ya go," she said, holding them out.

Vinyl balked at the offered undergarments. "Granny panties? Bon-Bon, how in the fuck am I supposed to get any hot poon wearing these?"

Bon-Bon rolled her eyes and tossed the panties at Vinyl. Happily, they landed square on her face.

"Gah!" Vinyl jumped back, clawing at the comfortable fabric covering her face and hip sunglasses.

As Vinyl continued to wrestle with her greatest foe yet, Bon-Bon quickly unpacked her bag. She didn't have too many clothes with her, figuring that she would be spending most of her time in the room anyway. She packed her clothes into the helpfully provided chest of drawers near the bed. In the bottom went all of her things, whatever clothes Vinyl remembered to pack would go in the middle, and the top would be where they put all the 'essentials', as Vinyl called them. Sunscreen, their combined stash of aspirin, and a few spare books.

Bon-Bon glanced over. Vinyl was still on the floor fighting against the great might that was unsexy underwear. Biting her lip, Bon-Bon quickly dumped the more embarrassing things she had packed into the drawer. Namely, a bunch of condoms, a few different bottles of lube, and a big jelly dildo named Frank.

Bon-Bon had just closed the drawer when Vinyl clawed her way up the side of the bed, the waistband of the panties clenched in her teeth.

"Very fuckin' funny, Bon-Bon," Vinyl said through her mouthful before spitting the garment onto the bed. She pulled herself up into a standing position and brushed herself off. "But seriously, can't I have a different pair?"

Bon-Bon shook her head. "Beggars can't be choosers, Vinyl."

Vinyl blew out a breath. “Fine. I don’t need to wear underwear all the time anyway, right? Just one less thing to take off when things start getting spicy.”

“Right…” Bon-bon said with an uneasy frown.

Vinyl raised an eyebrow. “Hey now, what’s that look?”

Bon-bon sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “Vinyl, I have a really bad feeling about this.”

Vinyl scoffed. “Bon-bon, you have really bad feelings about that pony mexican place we always go to.”

“I got food poisoning!” Bon-bon said, flushing bright red.

“One time,” Vinyl replied, raising her hands defensively. “Out of all the times we ate there, you got food poisoning once.”

Bon-bon averted her eyes. “Still…”

Vinyl let out a long sigh and sat down next to her friend. “What is it?”

“I… I’m nervous, Vinyl.”

“What about?”

Bon-bon turned to Vinyl like the blue haired woman had grown another head. “What about? Vinyl, we just got on a cruise ship that I didn’t even know existed until yesterday. And I suspect you didn’t either.”

“This again?” Vinyl smirked and shook her head. “Bon-bon, you need to learn to live a little. You’re not going to have anything around your dick other than your hands if you don’t get out there and at least talk to people.”

Bon-bon kept frowning. “You have a point.”

“You’re goddamn right I do,” Vinyl grinned wider, knowing she was breaking down Bon-bon’s inhibitions, as usual. “Like, that snake lady and the Equine babe that we met earlier. I mean, I don’t know how you feel about snakes, but you like ponies, right?”

Bon-bon again gave Vinyl a sideways look. “Are you serious, Vinyl?”

“When am I not serious?” Vinyl asked with the confidence of someone who had a habit of bluffing and getting away with it. “Blondie there was giving you serious ‘fuck-me’ eyes.”

Bon-bon’s cheeks colored again. “You really think so?” she asked, almost like a school-girl asking if her crush really did like her.

“Bon-bon, I’ve seen plenty of ‘fuck-me’ eyes in my time. And those were some serious ‘fuck-me’ eyes.”

Bon-bon goraned. “Please stop saying ‘fuck-me’ eyes.”

Vinyl laughed. “Whatever. She was into you, though. I could tell.”

Bon-bon hugged herself. “She doesn’t know about… what I have down there, though.”

Vinyl shrugged. “Then just tell her. Worst case scenario she’s not into dick.” Vinyl smirked again. “And then I can swoop in there and see if the carpets match the drapes.”

“What about the snake woman?”

“Oh yeah,” Vinyl tapped her chin. “I was getting a serious vibe that she at least dabbled in dick-sucking, so-”

“Not that,” Bon-bon said, her blush deepening. “I mean, she and the pony girl were together. Are they both going to be okay with us just showing up and trying to, uh, have sex with them?”

Vinyl chuckled. “I know you were bustin’ for a piss at the time, but that pony gal straight up told us what room they’re in. I think they’re super okay with us showing up for sex.”

Bon-bon chewed the inside of her cheek while she thought about that. As much as she did like the idea of getting to have sex with someone, it had been a while after all, she wasn’t too sure about just going to some stranger’s room. Especially when said stranger was a giant snake with tits.

“Vinyl, I need you to promise not to laugh.”

Vinyl snickered. “What, again?”

“Vinyl…” Bon-bon whined.

“Fine, fine. I super duper promise to not laugh at whatever dumb thing you’re worried about.”

Bon-bon frowned, but she decided to let that obvious slight against her go. “Vinyl, aren’t you worried that… that she’ll try to eat us?”

Vinyl’s shoulders shook, but she managed to hold her obvious amusement in. “I’m pretty sure ponies are vegetarians, Bon-bon.”

“Not her, the snake!”

“Oooooooooohhhhhhh,” Vinyl said, with a shrug. “I don’t know, that sounds kinda illegal.”

“So’s murder, but people still do it.”

“I think we’re going to have to end up stranded somewhere before we have to start worrying about people eating each other, Bon-bon.” Vinyl stood up and stretched.

“You said this was a sex cruise, right? Getting eaten is a sex thing.”

“It is?” Vinyl raised her eyebrows. “Wait, how do you know?”

Bon-bon suddenly found herself to be very interested in the pillows on the bed. “I-I, uh… I may have stumbled across it a few times looking for porn.”

Vinyl’s grin returned. “Oh-ho-ho, that explains a lot.”

“No it doesn’t, shaddup,” Bon-bon said, still looking intently at the pillows.

“Kinky girl…” Vinyl said teasingly. “But, if it’ll make you less worried, why don’t we wait until after dinner to get us some poon?”

Bon-bon peeked at Vinyl questioningly. “How would that make me less worried?”

“Well, if they eat dinner first, then they’ll be too full to eat you,” Vinyl said, confidently taping the side of her head.

Bon-bon snorted, but nodded. “Okay. Just promise that you won’t abandon me as soon as some girl bats her eyelashes at you.”

Vinyl let out a mock gasp. “Bon-bon, are you implying I am even capable of abandoning my good friend? Even for something as alluring as eyelash batting.”

Bon-bon chuckled. “Alright, alright. Just, for real, I don’t want to end up wandering around on my own.”

“Couldn’t separate us if they tried,” Vinyl said, taking Bon-bon’s hand in her own. “Just so you know, this means if either of us gets laid, the other one is gonna have to stand there and watch.”

Bon-bon tapped her chin. “What if it’s a threesome?”

“Ooh, didn’t think about that.”