Bon-Bon's Hands-On Revenge!
“Now, the tables have turned!” Bon Bon rubbed her hands together in anticipation. Taking her own trip through the magic mirror, with Starlight Glimmer's help she maintained her human form after her journey back to Equestria. Prostrated before her was Lyra Heartstrings, who she had strapped down on all fours, the mare's minty ass jutted towards her lover.
“What an undignified position,” whined Lyra whose four legs were spread wide, her hooves clamped down to the table. Yet the presence of her love, knowing she was being studied made her dock flag her tail high, leaving her puckered asshole and puffy pink pussy exposed. She blushed and dripped with a small splash, the air thick with the odors of her unspoken need.
Bon Bon beamed wide, completely naked when she stood in the sterile white hospital room. Her figure was more ample than her lover's had been humanized, plush milky breasts topped by pastel pink wide nipples. Child-bearing hips and a jiggly ass matched her long smooth legs.
“You were right, Lyra.” She landed a slap on Lyra's rump which wobbled and made her yelp. “Hands are awesome!” A red hand print marked the fleshy globe. “For instance, they make it easier to do stuff like this!”
She drove the speculum into Lyra's pussy, opened the shiny tool to its full width, until her hot pink canal lay fully revealed. Ribbons of love honey spider-webbed its slimy walls, her gooey cervix dilated and dripping for sweet release.
Lyra strained against her binds to no avail, shaking her posterior back-and-forth. “I'm so ashamed!” Yet her ragged pants, her reddened face, and most of all the sensuous wag of her tail betrayed how much she was loving every second of this.
Her swollen, heart-shaped clit throbbed, and her cunt repeatedly contracted much as it could with the slime-drenched steel inserted into it, shooting out messy sprays of nectar each time she clenched her loveholes. Her milky teats hung down, perky nipples swelled to erection, and a moan escaped her each time another swat landed on her buttocks. “Bonnie-Bon~!”
“Always so needy,” answered Bon Bon with a malicious leer. She paused before the puddle below Lyra's crotch, inhaled her musk, then dipped her tongue into the love honey which made her taste buds tingle. Despite Lyra being the more outwardly tomboyish one, Bon Bon had always worn the proverbial pants whenever it came to anything practical.
While their positions had momentarily reversed when Lyra became human, their roles now flipped back to normal, and Bon Bon couldn't help but draw out her teasing. “You're so cute when you whinny and whimper, Lyra.”
“You want me to beg? Because you know I will!” Hysterical giggles sounded from Lyra's maw. Her cunt kept convulsing with repeated winks, trying to push out the speculum, to grip down on her lover's absent snout, tongue, or fist; whatever would fill it and satisfy her tonight. More sputters of lube splashed upon Bon Bon's face when she moved in closer.
“I wanted to make a special treat for the occasion, but I'd rather not give us a yeast infection, so this'll have to do!” From, seemingly nowhere Bon Bon whipped out the largest cucumber Lyra had ever seen. The speculum was removed with a wet pop, and the phallus-like vegetable was inserted in its place, making the mare groan as she was filled cervix-deep.
“Oh fuck me silly,” mumbled Lyra who drooled and went cross-eyed when it was shoved in-and-out with noisy squelches.
At the same time Bon Bon traced her love's pulsing plothole, nibbled and sucked on it, darting her tongue around and into the salty orifice. She covered it in loving kisses, her free hand sticking her fingers into her own moist cunt with a squish.
“Mmph,” cried Lyra whose pulses sent little electrical buzzes that started from her urethra and rippled to her ovaries. “Eh?”
Lyra's ears flattened when the cucumber was removed. She wiggled her well-slapped ass, desperate to have anything back inside her, while Bon Bon wrapped her pouty lips around the treat and savored Lyra's flavor. Slowly she took it into her throat, relished the slimy discharge which settled onto her tongue, drank it down with lewd slurps while she bobbed her head.
Undoing the binds which clicked open, Bon Bon crawled up onto the table with Lyra and almost slipped in her lover's wetness. She laughed it off undeterred. “Make room,” she demanded pushing Lyra back with a butt-bump. Soon their asses were pressed together, and she repositioned the cucumber, pressing the tips of both sides against her hungry pussy and Lyra's.
Rocking her hips, she butt-slammed it into both of them, asscheeks clapping and their assholes kissing as they grunted. Sticky trails connected them when they rocked back-and-forth, bouncing with messy smacks each time they impaled themselves.
“I always know how to make you sing,” mused Bon Bon with all the smugness she could muster. Her pendulous breasts swung and clacked against each other with each thrust, her face pink as she huffed, tingling all over. "Time to play you like a harp!"
Their thrusts continued to build in pace, until they settled into a madcap rhythm. Cheeks clapped while they made beautiful music. In moments like these nopony else existed, attention entirely focused on their partner.
Lyra whined, "Bonnie, I-I'm close!"
"Together," demanded Bon Bon through gritted teeth. She growled and redoubled her efforts, clenched down her squishy cunt and asshole to further stimulate herself.
Their maws toppled open in a combined, continuous moan; a melody of discordant lust which harmonized between them. Likewise the duo gushed as one, waterfall-like spurts of marecum spashing over them.
Both collapsed into a sticky, tussled wreck. They immediately spooned, Bon Bon pressing Lyra to her bosom. "I wasn't too harsh, was I? I do get carried away sometimes..." She nipped her ear.
"Nah! I like it when you play rough! But not too rough," she reminded with a wink.
The lovers settled in.
