A Spot of Equestrian 'Role Play'
A Spot of Equestrian 'Role Play'
A Spot of Equestrian ‘Role Play’
“So with schedule, we can do what I want to do and what you want to do for a fifty-fifty split over two weeks, see?”
Bon-Bon looked over the schedule Lyra had written out with little actual interest; really just making sure her name was displayed as many times and as Lyra’s. “Alright, seems pretty like a solid plan, who goes tonight?”
“I get to pick what we do tonight!” Lyra exclaimed with boisterous glee, “And I say we role play!”
Bon-Bon gave a dead panned look at her good friend, her friend with benefits and said, “Really? Role play? You’ve got to be kidding me, that’s stuffs for like, nerds or something isn’t it?”
“What!” Lyra practically yelled as she refused her sport, feigning child-like disappointment with pantomime expressions, “But you already agreed to the schedule! We get to do whatever you want tomorrow! Come on Bonny, please?” Lyra leaned in real close to her, ahem, mare friend. So much so that she could have licked her eyes if she wished, but uh, that would be weird wouldn’t it?
The sea green mare had Bon-Bon interested now, “Anything…you say?” She cocked an eyebrow to exemplify the importance of the question.
Lyra in a barely audible tone merely hummed, “Mm-hmm.”
A broad, even devilish smirk spread across the fair haired mare as now she held the tools to hold Lyra to any degrading form of intercourse she could think of should come her turn of the week. “Alrighty then Lyra, role play it shall be.”
An irritating squeal of excitement escaped her partner’s lips as delight flooded over her, “Oh, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!” , and the sea green pony practically floated over too her friend and planted a soft kiss upon her muzzle.
Bon-Bon’s cheeks flustered ever so slightly, she may have enjoyed humiliating her close friend in bed, but she couldn’t help but feel good whenever she did something that made her happy. “So,” the now blushing mare began to inquire,” what shall you have us be role playing then? What are you going to be, I mean?” The mare was slowly warming up to the idea of acting while having sex.
“A human!” Lyra blurted out with an everlasting enthusiasm.
Bon-Bon’s cheeks bolted back down to their previous, normal temperatures almost immediately. This was going to be a long night.
“Alright Bonny, are you ready?” Lyra had been waiting for her to get on her simple skirt for some time now. Bon-Bon hadn’t the slightest idea as to how Lyra could dress so efficiently, she had put an entire ensemble of clothes, or so she had claimed. But then again, she did have magic on her side.
“Ugh, as ready as I’ll ever be I guess.” She stated with minor, but vibrant irritation in her tone.
“Bon-Bon, are you really still complaining? You already agreed twice now! Could you at least try to sound convincing; it’s a key element to role play!”
There was a loud groan from behind the door and a bit of mumbling, followed by a clear of throat. “W-who’s there? I-I’m not supposed to be having any pony over right now, and I haven’t heard your voice before.” The ‘innocent mare’ said in her most feminine voice possible.
“Not any pony, anyone.” The ‘alien human’ said in ‘his’ most menacing voice possible. ‘He kicked’ the door open and rushed in upon ‘his victim’, “And I have come to probe you, take samples from your body! Whether with cooperation, or force, it will happen!”
Bon-Bon did not falter in her act. She thought that may have been the worst possible line Lyra could have come up with. And this was her idea! Not to mention Lyra’s choice of change, she was just wearing a normal old suit and tie! For ponies’ sake…no matter, Bon-Bon let out a shrill shriek of fear as the ‘alien invader’ approached, “No! No! Stay back you strange beast!” She flailed about in an exaggerated manner, circling her legs around in just the right angles as she scuttled back, so that the foul ‘human’ could ‘overpower’ her.
The powerful and mighty ‘man’ forbore all of ‘his’ weight down onto the fore hooves of this ‘foreign being’ of which he was about to partake in. “First, to sample your saliva!” ‘He’ exclaimed triumphantly.
Again, really all she could come up with? She was just lucky her sweet smooches could make up for it, as she worked her tongue deep into Bon-Bon’s now hot and steamy mouth. It wriggled and writhed inside the space of which it ‘intruded’, slapping against the tongue that it was to study. Hitting, wall to wall back and forth what where her cheeks and scraping against the hard roof of the mares mouth. As the ‘man’ pulled away from the wet orifice it had just become so familiar with, the mare to which it belonged put on look of curiosity and fear, even now keeping align to her part. “W-W-What are you gonna’ do now?” She asked as meek and humbly as possible.
“Well…I do need to get a feel for your mammillary glands.” With that the ‘alien’ swooped down upon the mare’s breasts giving not even a chance for her to respond before suckling on them. Using ‘his’ idle ‘hand he’ began to caress her nether regions, working her mare hood into a fine fit before beginning to work ‘his hand’ inside of its warmth.
Bon-Bon had never before gotten to see what Lyra could really do until now, considering how most nights before had ended in them arguing into a sixty-nine position. Lyra worked her tongue around each nipple and then breast, respectively, pinching down with her teeth just enough to send bone chilling tingles throughout her body. Oh and her hoof! How it worked in her walls, rotation after rotations in a many that which no mare could deny, hit the g-spot every time. She brought up her own hooves to rest on her friends head, when just as she made contact her head upright with speed that would put physics in a tizzy.
“Do not touch me filthy pony! I am not done with you yet!” The ‘human’ brought up ‘his hand’ and gave it a whiff, then a lick and said, “Mm…yes. It appears that you are indeed ready for my probe.” ‘He’ backed away with haste, and with a fit of annoyance and struggle, managed to work off ‘his’ pants and reveal ‘his’ probe.
Bon-Bon, dropping the act for the first time all night stared at the new strap-on Lyra had acquired from Celestia knows where, admiring its length in full. “Well, well, well. Have a new toy now do we my dear friend? Were you planning for this to happen?”
Lyra gave a gleaming, wide childish smile and few giggles before re-masking herself with deadly seriousness, “Now turn over on your stomach my test subject, I won’t be forced the degrading action of holding while I buck you silly.”
“Eep!” Bon-Bon managed while faking shakes of fear, as she ‘reluctantly’ turned around to await her fate. The ‘human’ reached around behind ‘him’ and pressed a button, causing the ‘probe’ to erupt into a grand display of violent shakes and vibrations.
Lyra could feel herself getting weaker as soon as she turned on her new toy, the vibrations really dangerously strong as of how fast waves of pleasure washed over her. She wasn’t even on the receiving end! Oh well, already got it on anyhow, she slowly mounted the other mare as the vibrations shook out through her hooves onto Bon-Bon’s plot.
Bon-Bon herself felt intense pleasure as the tip of the plastic stallion gear brushed up against her flower. Filled with dread as to what being pierced by the vibrating menace would feel like, she tensed up as Lyra pushed in the device slowly, painfully so for how it shook them both.
With it fully submerged in the love cave of Bon-Bon, she shook in tune with the pulsations of the device. Powerful crashing tides of pleasure overwhelmed her senses, her body now simply a mass active nerve endings. Lyra, with what control she could gather over the device, pumped into her friend for all she had. This wasn’t much, considering how she was now practically holding up the mare as she did so. Thrust after thrust, Lyra quickly approached the climax that they both sought, but she was sure that Bon-Bon had achieved many times over now, given that the floor of her room was now covered in a mess of sexual juices. Lyra put in one final powerful thrust, breaching the cervix of her friend no doubt; as she came messily on the interior on the device and fell back out her friend limp body exhausted, landing on the button to shut off the god-forsaken toy, thank Celestia. She hastily slipped out of the now well-lubricated strap-on, she was going to have to bury that it was so dangerous, and conjured up what little energy she had left to pick up her sound asleep friend and tuck her into bed.
Lyra stared hard into the eyes of her well-known, deep in thought of what she really meant to her. “She blushed when I kissed her nose.” She said, “I wonder when she’ll realize…”
Lyra pulled up the covers snug to Bon-Bon’s chin and kissed her on the forehead, “Sweet dreams.” She then exited the room of her ‘friend’ and continued down the hall into her own chambers for the remainder of the night.
