Rebel Without a Clop

“12 inches, Bon Bon.” Lyra held her hooves apart for a demonstration. “That sweet little colt we used to foalsit is packing a full foot of fat, lesbian pleasing dick!” (Little did she know that Lil’ Cheese actually had inches to spare on top of Pinkie Pie’s exaggerated fib!)

Bon Bon looked up from her magazine and sighed with disgust. “Down, girl!” she ordered. Lyra instantly obeyed her wife’s command, kneeling on the floor before the sofa and gazing up at her with longing eyes. Subby little Lyra always trusted that her beloved Domme Domme knew what was best for excitable unicorn fillies like her.

“I-I’m sorry, Mistress,” Lyra whined. “But Pinkie got me so hot and horny, talking about her hung little son!”

“I know we’re perverts, baby,” Bon Bon chided, “but you can’t talk about stallions like they’re meat.”

“But they love it!” Lyra protested. “And so do we...”

“You’ve got a point...” Bon Bon reluctantly set down the latest issue of “Big Backdoor Boners,” which she subscribed to only to remind herself that she wasn’t bisexual. Sometimes she had to “remind” herself two or three times a day. The earth pony leaned down and pressed her lips against her wife’s sensitive horn, forgiving her with a kiss. “Wait... how does Pinkie know how big her son’s dick is?”

Lyra leapt up from her submissive position excitedly. “You’re not going to believe this, but she was blowing him while she was talking to me on the phone!”

“Whoa! That’s so raunchy! But, hold up, is Cheese Pie even 18 yet? I don’t want us to end up in mare jail! Not for that, I mean... a weekend visit can be fun.”

Lyra was caught up short. Pinkie was as ditzy as they came (and Pinkie came a lot,) but even she wouldn’t suck off a colt, let alone feed her own underaged son into the meat grinder of Ponyville’s horny mares. Would she? Nawww... The kinky unicorn rummaged in a pile of muffin scented mail and pulled out a flyer the happy couple had found slipped under their door recently.

“Check it out, honey,” she stated triumphantly. “Remember this?” Bon Bon took the flyer and quickly read it.

Cheese Pie turns 18 on Saturday... and you know what that means!!!
Big party! The biggest party!!!
Cake, ice cream, games and “adult drinks!”
8PM til LATE LATE LATE!
Mama Pinkie will be watching the whole time, so no funny business!

“That was last week,” Lyra reminded her wife. “Cheese Pie is definitely 18 now.”

“Oh, yeah, but we skipped the party.” Bon Bon tapped on the last line of the flyer, Pinkie’s pledge to spoil the fun of any mare who took an eye to her newly legal son. “Geeze, she can be so overprotective sometimes...”

“That’s just it, babe. If we didn’t go, then neither did Cheerilee, or Spoiled Milk, or Derpy!” Lyra excitedly named Ponyville’s most vicious cougars, a trio who were always in heated competition with each other for young stallion meat. Over the years, nerds like Pipsqueak and Featherweight, and duds such as Snips and Snails, had been whipped into virile and hard bodied studs by this pack of demanding MILFs. Yet even Granny Smith in her colt stealing prime would have known better than to risk Pinkie Pie’s anger by seducing her innocent son!

“Hrm... what about Fluttershy?” Bon Bon queried. “I’m sure she was at Lil’ Cheese’s party.” The seemingly gentle pegasus was known as Ponyville’s premiere virgin killer. Her presence at an 18th birthday party meant that the birthday stallion or mare was likely to enjoy a very special “present” indeed. She was so skilled at sweet talking parents that moms and dads beamed with pride when she crept quietly out of the bedroom and said good night, leaving her latest conquest drained and smiling within.

“Even Fluttershy wouldn’t make a move unless Pinkie said it was OK. I’m telling you, Bon Bon, Cheese Pie’s been 18 for a week and he’s had nothing except BJs from mommy. That’s extremely weird, and strangely arousing, but my point is he’s still a virgin!”

Lyra knew she’d said the magic word. There was no fantasy her Mistress found hotter than punching a young, hung stallion’s V-card. In this kinky family, only Lyra’s own fetish for bipeds from another dimension burned hotter. Pinkie’s overbearing nature had accidentally kept Ponyville’s slavering mob away from her spoiled femcolt of a son, leaving him virgin and defenceless!

Yet still Bon Bon shook her head, as if struggling to dispell the promise of a pleasant dream... a thick, 12 inch dream capable of spreading her wide and kissing her ovaries hello!

“Nah, if Fluttershy didn’t get him, I’m sure the CMCs did,” Bon Bon stated sourly. Although well into their 40s, she and Lyra prided themselves on staying in shape, yet the competition in Ponyville was fierce. The still youthful Cutie Mark Crusaders were even nastier and more aggressive than Ponyville’s trio of deadly cougars, quite capable of using up and discarding ten studs in a weekend without thinking twice.

Ironically, it was Lyra and Bon Bon who’d transformed the CMCs into the unstoppable sex machines they were. For many years, their humble household was well known as a place where any curious young mare was welcome to visit, and become versed in the mysteries of female lust. Scootaloo had been the first to knock on their door, just after she turned 18, with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom sniffing around soon afterwards in search of their “missing” friend. After a very frank conversation about limits and safewords, three barely legal mares had ended up bound to adjacent racks in the rec room, squealing and squirting with every feminine touch.

Day and night, Lyra and Bon Bon put all their efforts towards transforming the Cutie Mark Crusaders into the Carpet Munching Cuntlickers. The number of climaxes the older mares had enjoyed on their pupils’ tongues were beyond counting. Whips and paddles were deployed most gently, with magical creams rubbed in afterwards to soothe the pain and heal the bruises. Bon Bon’s famous caramel ballgags were essential to the training, of course — the neighbours had complained several times before of screams of passion keeping them awake.

The success rate of this vigorous regimen was a solid 100%, as naughty fillies were strictly prohibited from leaving the premises once they stepped inside. There was no exiting Lyra and Bon Bon’s School for Gifted Lesbians until each and every hole had been thoroughly “educated” by Ponyville’s top sapphists, and the newly minted mares had graduated with top honours!

The CMCs had been the best of friends before their “training,” yet afterwards they were positively inseparable. Wherever you saw Sweetie Belle in those days, she most likely had a double dildo hanging out one of her holes, and Scootaloo or Apple Bloom humping away on the other end! Even now, many years later, their provocative displays were a common sight (and scent) in Ponyville... though to be honest, Lyra couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed a fourway with the happy thruple!

“Look at this, Bon Bon.” Lyra pointed at the couples’ sex chart, which confirmed a shocking lack of booty calls with the three smoking hot mares they’d introduced to fillyfooling. “The CMCs have been camping in Yakyakistan for two weeks. I’m telling you, while those sluts are 69ing in the snow, Lil’ Cheese‘s lil’ cherry is just sitting between his legs, waiting for an older mare to take it. Or two older mares.”

“Maybe you have a point,” Bon Bon admitted. “What if we told Lil’ Cheese that we had another school... you know, just for stallions?”

“Ooh,” Lyra moaned, “Young, innocent stallions who are cute and super hung...”

“So hot.... work your magic, babe. Make me a lollipop that I can suck on.”

“Of course, Mistress.” With the cast of a familiar spell, Lyra summoned a dildo made of magical force and pressed the flare against her wife’s beautiful lips. Dabs of eager saliva swiftly covered the phallic shaft as Bon Bon eagerly began to worship the fake dick, slobbering and licking.

“Yeah, just like this,” Bon Bon moaned. “We’ll start a special school where we can suck Lil’ Cheese’s cock... I mean, teach him how to get his cock sucked.”

“And we could... maybe... kiss in the middle?” Lyra asked hopefully.

“That’s so damn romantic, babe. Come over here and help.”

“Always, Mistress.” Lyra turned the dildo lengthwise, brushing it back and forth between Bon Bon’s parted lips. She pressed her own mouth against the other side of the fake cock, imagining Cheese Pie’s gentle hoof stroking her mane, pressing her closer against her wife as with each passing moment the musk of a young stud transformed the two lesbians into helpless cocksucking slaves.

Hooves dropped to wet and slippery pussies as two hungry maws stretched across the glowing outline of what Lyra imagined Lil’ Cheese’s monsterdong would look like. The mares’ tongues danced on either side of the glowing construct, their lips reaching for each other yet unable to touch across the impossible girth of the shaft.

“But a special guy like Pinkie’s son wouldn’t be satisfied with just a blowjob...” Bon Bon moaned. The dildo fizzled out as she took Lyra into her hooves and began to grind their crotches together with slow and powerful humping. Their lips could reach each other now, bringing kisses that were sloppy, passionate and almost fully sapphic. “He’d want everything we have... and what we wouldn’t offer, he would TAKE!”

“He’d fill every hole with that HUGE, young virgin dick...” Lyra grunted and frantically rubbed her sopping pussy against Bon Bon’s, trying to press their winking clits together for that special burst of pleasure. Fur sparked with the electricity of love as two mareish barrels lovingly rubbed together.

“With all that young stamina, he’d never stop, not until we were totally ruined — Oh, Lyra!” The earth pony’s large and sensitive teats pressed firmly against her wife’s smaller pair as the two crotches finally found the perfect fit.

“Oh, Bon Bon!” Two fat, winking cum buttons pressed each other with forceful finality, and those wonderful quivering spasms began, the special proof of love that only two mares could bring one another.

“Uuunnnnhhh!” Their bodies shuddering, Lyra and Bon Bon came simultaneously at the thought of being utterly dominated by a young stallion with a huge and irresistible dick. This was their favourite fantasy, one they’d shared many times with each other. After a stressful day or a bitter argument, when it seemed nothing would ever get the couple smiling at each other again, all Lyra had to do was create a ludicrously oversized schlong with her magic and start submissively kissing it in front of her wife!

Yet it was so rare to find a discrete stallion with the length and girth these orally fixated size queens demanded! For too long, they’d had to settle for teasing each other, whispering in each others’ ears whenever they saw a strong looking guy about town...

“Derpy told me that he’s got a real big one, and he knows how to use it, too...”

“Just look at those muscles, Lyra! You know what they say about pegasi with small wings...”

“Do you think you can deepthroat him all by yourself, Mistress? Or will you need me to hold you down?”

“Wow, what a package! He’d convert me with one thrust, and you wouldn’t be able to do a THING to stop him.”

Using unsuspecting stallions to supercharge their sex lives was wrong, it was shameful... and it was the hottest thing they’d ever done! Riding the sinful edge of taboo was the true key to Lyra and Bon Bon’s marriage, their secret to keeping their relationship fresh, and their bodies constantly wet and eager for each other!

Their lusts temporarily sated, the two loving mares cuddled together in the juicy afterglow. “Of course, it’s just a fantasy,” Bon Bon assured her sub. “Even if we did blow Lil’ Cheese, we’d never go further.”

“N-no, no way... we’re not into that sort of thing.” Unbidden, two sets of hips began to move once again, the just past orgasms instantly forgotten at the prospect of another round of marital pleasures. “But Pinkie really wanted me to know how big he is,” Lyra pointed out wistfully.

“How huge, and thick, and girthy,” Bon Bon moaned.

“D-do you think she wants us to show him?”

“To teach him?”

“To be his first mares? His first conquests?”

Bon Bon whimpered, picturing herself reduced to a submissive alongside her wife, with the slight young femcolt leading the couple like trained pets on leashes. “W-we couldn’t disappoint Pinkie Pie...” she pointed out.

“Lil’ Cheese is so polite,” Lyra panted. “I’m sure he’d keep the secret of our naughty heterosexual lusts...”

“Anal doesn’t count, so we could stay pure for each other...” I sure hope Lyra doesn’t know what I did with that griffon, Bon Bon thought to herself.

“Y-yeah, totally pure...” What a relief, Lyra thought, Bon Bon doesn’t suspect me and Gerald...

“Let’s do it.” With those words and a fateful kiss, Bon Bon crossed a final line. The couple’s longtime fantasy was sent down the path to becoming fat, thick, hole gaping reality. The earth pony confectioner passionately made out with her unicorn wife, even as their clits pulsed together and their thighs worked frantically. As pleasurable as this sweaty contact was, Bon Bon was now well worked up in her dick lust. She knew she wouldn’t be able to cum again without a huge cock in her mouth, or somewhere else... someplace cocks were not meant to go!

“Y-you really want to?” Lyra shivered with fear and arousal. “Are you sure, Bon Bon?”

“I’m tired of fantasies,” Bon Bon moaned. “I want to share everything with you. Let’s bring Lil’ Cheese home and screw his brains out. If we don’t like it, we’ll forget all about it, and never speak of it again.”

“B-but Mistress...”

“Yes, pet?”

“What if we do like it?”

“Then we keep going,” Bon Bon growled, “all the way... no matter what. I’m ride or die for you, baby. There’s no cock in Equestria big enough to change that.”

Lyra smiled tenderly. “You really are the best, honey bun.”

One long, wet, steamy shower later, Lyra and Bon Bon rushed about their bedroom, preparing themselves for maximum appeal to a red blooded stallion such as Lil’ Cheese. A tube of sparkly pink lipstick was dusted off and applied liberally to wet and willing mouths, and elastic ties held tails so high that pussy shots were a virtual inevitability. An entire can of hairspray was used to create the poofy manestyles that drove stallions crazy... at least, they had back when Lyra and Bon Bon were in high school!

After devising a certain sexy “birthday surprise” for Lil’ Cheese, the two mares applied the finishing touch: two blinged out golden necklaces straight from Hot Clopic, showing off the hottest new slang phrases. Lyra took POGGERS and Bon Bon declared herself a RENTAL MOMMY. This fun, sexy getup would definitely show Cheese Pie that even older ladies could be hip and cool!

Just as the girls were admiring each other in the mirror, they heard a knock at their door. Lyra opened it to behold a young and beautiful pink unicorn with a nerdishly unkempt blonde mane, standing sheepishly before them.

“Oh, erm, you’re Luster Dawn, right?” Lyra asked. “Twilight’s student?”

“Yeah, that’s me, but... why are you dressed like cheap whorses from 30 years ago?”

“N-Nightmare Night party!” Lyra stated cheerfully, formulating the perfect excuse in an instant.

“But Nightmare Night was... well, anyways...” Luster Dawn crossed her hooves shyly, seemingly intensely embarrassed by what she was about to say. “Lately I’ve been having these really weird feelings, and Princess Twilight said that you two could help me.”

Lyra and Bon Bon looked at each other, then back at the innocent unicorn. The couple were caught between two vivid, undeniable desires that couldn’t have been more different: training another young mare in the delicious ways of fillyfooling, or finally fulfilling their forbidden fantasy of being utterly dominated by huge, virgin stallion cock.

Finally Bon Bon spoke: “L-listen, kid, we’re a bit busy right now. Can you come back tomorrow?”