Lyra, Quit Horsing Around!

  When Bonbon awoke the next morning Lyra was still nowhere to be seen. She’d expected to wake up to the other side of the bed full of a slender tomboyish frame, and have time to give morning kisses and whisper a ‘sorry’ before she took off for work, saving her proper apology for later. But, as the sun crested just barely through the nearby window and multi coloured curtains, Bonbon was alone in the bed. Her clock told her it was time to go to work.

        She grabbed her phone and flipped it open as she tucked herself into her t-shirt, hoping to see an indicator flashing showing her a text or voicemail from Lyra. No such luck; only a light telling her that her battery needed charging. She rolled her eyes and scrolled to her contacts list. She picked Lyra’s name from the place where she had pinned it at the top and began to compose a message with her touchscreen keyboard. She managed to start her second sentence before the angry symbol of a red, empty battery outline flashed across her screen with a black background, showing that her phone was shutting off.

        Damn it. She glanced at the clock again. There was no time to charge her phone before work unless she wanted to be horribly late. Come to think of it, she didn’t even know where her charger was.

        With no other options to pursue, Bonbon grabbed her jacket from the closet and made her way down the hall, only able to hope that Lyra would be waiting for her when she got home.

        It was another long day at work. It seemed like no matter how many taffy-pulls Bonbon did or how many candy-apples she dipped, there were always more to do, and she never felt as though the motion would become second nature. She had seen videos of expert candy-makers weaving delicate patterns of spun sugar in an instant, things it would take her hours to do. She didn’t know if she’d ever be as good as the sweet-smiths of legend, but she certainly didn’t feel like it. Right now she just felt sore, and tired, and in dire need of another lengthy snooze in her big comfy bed.

        But that would have to wait. After a day of thinking and potential conclusions, Bonbon had come to a decision, and she had one stop to make before heading home. She still hoped that Lyra would be there when she arrived. She wasn’t sure what she’d do if that wasn’t the case, but it would be a little frustrating if her trip proved to be in vain. For now, she’d just have to hope for the best.

        The destination was a decent ways away. Bonbon turned on her car stereo with the mix-cd Lyra had made her months prior. Her speakers warmed up for a moment, and she turned up the volume as the CD spun up its first track.

Sunshine, lollipops, rainbows, everything that’s–

        Bonbon’s hand slammed on the off button. She made the rest of the drive in silence.

        Part of her wanted to call out ‘I’m home’ as she opened the door, perhaps in the vain hope that there would be a lithe frame and cheshire grin waiting for her with a hug and kisses, but she restrained herself. Even if Lyra was there, the mood of the conversation they were likely to have was more than a stone’s throw away from ‘jovially returning home to a doting wife’. Secretly, Bonbon had always wished that one day Lyra would greet her with a poofy updo and dress right out of the fifties, taking her coat and telling her dinner was on the table. She’d abandoned that hope after tasting Lyra’s first attempt at cooking. Still, maybe there was something they could work out, if Bonbon’s idea panned out.

        Bonbon breathed a sigh of relief as she took off her shoes in the doorway. Lyra’s lime-green sneakers were there, with the flat-top laces that looked like they belonged on skate-shoes instead of someone who worked in an office and lab intermittently. Lyra got away with surprisingly casual attire considering her profession. To be fair, the majority of her work was research. Lyra, despite her giggly-demeanour and relative laziness, had managed to land a job working on prosthetic development for disabled individuals, and as a result spent her work-hours in labs working on limb stress tests and articulation diagrams. Most of it was beyond Bonbon, but it made her feel warm and fuzzy inside to know that her girlfriend was helping people, and, as a result, helping make the world a better place. She also enjoyed the fact that living with Lyra meant finances weren’t as much of a worry as when she’d been forced to foot all of her own bills on a waitress’s salary, but that wasn’t something it was polite not to broach most of the time.

        Purely on instinct, Bonbon headed to the bedroom after hanging up her coat. She pried the door open with a soft touch, keeping the obligatory creaking as quiet as possible. The view of her bedroom sprawled open in front of her, the last trickles of sunlight leaking in through the window and spreading out over the soft black blankets on the bed. Bonbon took in the sight of the room. Her last night’s clothes were still there, lying in a heap on the floor. The strap-on she had neglected to put away properly was at the foot of the bed. Caramel, Lyra’s stuffed horsey, was suspiciously missing.

        And Lyra was there, snoring softly with her eyes shut tight. Every time she exhaled, she made a soft ‘phew’ noise and blew a tuft of her hair up. With as much care for her footsteps as possible, Bonbon made her way to Lyra’s side of the bed. She sat down on the mattress and felt it curve with her weight. Still, Lyra slept, lost in whatever dreams lay behind her eyelids.

        Bonbon prodded Lyra’s shoulder with her palm, giving her a light shake. It was enough to rouse Lyra from sleep, albeit groggily. Her eyes fluttered as she returned to wakefulness with the uneasy hesitation of someone who does not quite remember where they are or what time it is.

        “Hey,” Bonbon said, giving Lyra’s shoulder a rub. “Glad you’re back.”

        Lyra sat up quicker than seemed necessary. She was still wearing the t-shirt she had run out with the day previous, and her hair was disheveled from what look like a night of tossing and turning. A tiny dribble of saliva was dried on the side of her cheek.

        “Hey,” Lyra said, her voice immediately thick with apology. “I’m sorry I ran out like that last night. I didn’t mean to get so upset...”

        “Don’t worry about it,” Bonbon said. “It’s–”

        “And I’m so sorry about... what happened. I didn’t realize until you said it, how much I’d been...”

        “Lyra–”

        “I mean, I’ve been really inconsiderate. I know the whole, horse, thing, I mean, you’re not really into it, and I should have realized that...”

        “Lyra–”

        “And I can’t believe I tried to force it on you when we were being... when we were... I’m just really sorry, and I’m sorry I got so upset, and I hope you can forgive me–”

        “Lyra.” Bonbon placed her hand on Lyra’s mouth, stemming the tide of the ever-flowing apology. Lyra’s eyes had already begun to grow misty with the remembrance of her tears, and she looked up at Bonbon wide-eyed with sparkles that glimmered in the bedroom light.

        “It’s okay,” Bonbon said. She put her left hand on Lyra’s shoulder and began to rub, massaging her fingertips into Lyra’s skin. “I know you’re sorry, and it’s okay. And you don’t need to apologize that much. If anything, I’m the one who owes you an apology...”

        “But I understand why you got mad! I was so selfish and obsessive and you probably think I’m gross–”

        Bonbon hushed Lyra with her hand again.

        “Shush. I don’t think you’re gross. Weird, maybe, and possibly a little too horny for your own good if you can find time for that much porn, but not gross.”

        Lyra smiled behind Bonbon’s hand. A trickle of tears made their way out of the corner of her eye.

        “You sure?” she asked with an unsteady voice.

        “Super sure. Like I said, I’m the one who should feel bad. No matter how I feel about your... thing... I shouldn’t have blown up at you like that. That was really awful of me, and I’m sorry, and hope you can forgive me.”

        “Of course I can.”

        Lyra nodded emphatically and opened her arms for a hug immediately. Bonbon returned the gesture, and the two of them embraced, squeezing each other tight. Bonbon heard Lyra sniffle into her ear as she wrapped her arms around Lyra’s back. The effect was to make her hug harder, hopefully without squeezing too many of Lyra’s tears out. A few drops came, but nothing so much that Bonbon could feel the dampness on her shoulder. She hugged, and Lyra hugged back, and the two of them held each other for a moment before pulling apart.

        “I’m glad you’re home. I was worried when I woke up this morning and you weren’t here.”

        Lyra sniffed and wiped her hand across her cheek, drying away the small trail of water that had managed to escape. “Yeah,” she said, “I took the day off work. I came back around ten this morning and slept pretty much all day.”

        “What were you doing all night?”

        “Just... walking.”

        Bonbon smiled softly and gave Lyra a peck on the cheek. She tasted a tiny tinge of salt against her lips, and Lyra gave a small giggle at the tickle of Bonbon’s smooch.

        “Well, I hope you’re rested up, because I’m exhausted. You can catch some more sleep with me if you’re still feeling tired.” Bonbon circled around Lyra’s back and fell sideways onto the bed, curling towards Lyra as she snuck under the covers. Lyra joined her and wrapped her feet around Bonbon’s as she circled herself in blankets. The two of them wiggled close together and wrapped their arms behind each others’ backs, basking in the warmth of the sheets and their own bodies.

        “I could snooze for a few more hours, sure. It’s the weekend now though, so there’s plenty of time for that in the next few days.”

        Bonbon opened her eyes and grinned. She lifted her hand to the side of Lyra’s face and ran her fingers along Lyra’s slender cheekbones, then lifted the tip of her finger up past Lyra’s ear and toward her spiky head of hair, which she ran her hand over like she was petting a puppy. Lyra made a soft ‘mhm’ sound and nuzzled her head toward Bonbon’s touch.

        “Actually,” Bonbon said, still petting Lyra’s head, “I had some plans for the weekend, if you’re up for it.”

        “Oh?” Lyra asked, nuzzling softly against Bonbon’s hand.

        “Mhm-hmm. I need to talk it over with you, actually, so I can call and confirm if you’re okay with the whole thing.”

        “What did you have planned?” Lyra sat up a little in the bed, leaning against her pillows and the headboard as a back-rest.

        “Well...”

        “How far away is this place?”

        Lyra’s voice was just barely audible above the volume of Bonbon’s car stereo, so she reached towards the volume knob and lowered the indicator from twenty-two to eight, letting the chorus of soft guitar indie rock dim into the background.

        “Pretty far,” Bonbon said above the now evident noise of the wind blowing through her slightly open window. “It took me about an hour in either direction when I went yesterday.”

        “Did you really have to go all the way up just to... you couldn’t have just phoned?”

        “Not for something like this, I don’t think. They prefer to discuss it in person.”

        The car passed a sign with an unreadable number at the bottom and equally suspicious text at the top. Bonbon wouldn’t have known if she hadn’t stopped yesterday to ask for directions that the words on top read “Finest Equestrian Stables”.

        Bonbon turned the wheel and pulled into the long dirt driveway leading up to the farm. There was parking around the side, if she remembered correctly.

        Bonbon seemed nonchalant in the driver’s seat, but Lyra was anxious beside her, squirming and fidgeting as she watched the scenery vanish as they drove past. Several low-hanging apple trees burdened with fruit and a long fence with animals milling about behind. To one side, pens with cows and other livestock. On the other side... Lyra’s eyes widened.

        Horses. At least ten of them, prancing about in the grass. One or two stood lazily, flicking their tails at nothing in particular and munching on a mouthful of greens, but the rest were mobile, ambling about with each other in pairs or threes and moving like brilliant, graceful brown markers in a sea of blue horizon and mountains in the distance. Lyra’s mouth opened wide with her eyes for a second before she remembered to shut compose herself.

        “Are you sure you want to do this? You really don’t have to... I mean, if you don’t want to.”

        “It’s fine,” Bonbon said. She gave a pat to Lyra’s knee as she turned the wheel with her other hand, finding a makeshift parking spot for the car beside a likely looking red painted barn. “I already explained; I need to give some kind of proper apology, and this was the best way I could think of.”

        “But you–”

        Bonbon pushed open her car-door and let herself out as Lyra was mid-sentence, interrupting whatever objection her girlfriend had planned. She made her way to the other side of the car and opened Lyra’s door for her, grinning as Lyra stared at her, still too overwhelmed by the reality of their visit to fully comprehend where she was.

        “Besides,” Bonbon went on, extending her hand to Lyra, which she took with only a slight hesitation. “This might just be a chance for you to get it all out of your system. Maybe once you have the real thing you won’t be so fixated on it going forward.”

        Lyra bit her lip like she desperately wanted to object, but kept her mouth shut.

Bonbon knew full well that wasn’t how the psychology of obsession worked, but she needed to give herself at least something to believe that what she was doing was the step towards a better, more stable relationship.

        ‘Stable’ might not be the best word choice though.

        Bonbon lead Lyra out of the car and shut the door behind her, locking it with a beep from her keychain.

        “Do I have to go in and meet him, or...?”

        Bonbon shook her head, smiling in spite of herself.

        “No, it’s okay. I already talked to him yesterday, so he knows we’re coming. I phoned again before we came; he said just show up any time and let him know when we’re done. Payment’s already been sorted out.”

        “Payment...?” Lyra asked, still seemingly a dumbstruck at the full weight of what she was preparing herself to experience.

        Bonbon nodded.

        “What; you didn’t think an afternoon with a breeding stallion of this caliber came free, did you?”

        Jokes. It was easier to make jokes than to think about what she was about to do. Or, rather, what she was about to help Lyra do.

        Lyra seemed unsure herself. Bonbon could feel Lyra’s hand shaking as she lead her around the corner of the barn to the stables. Bonbon had gotten a good look at them the day previous. The old man who owned the farm had assumed the introduction was necessary, and had given her a very detailed run-down on the layout, logistics, and preparations that would be involved if she decided to visit. Bonbon had stressed repeatedly that she was inquiring for someone other than herself, but the old man had paid her no attention, persisting in his explanation as though Bonbon was the one who’d be giving the man’s prize stallion her... attention.

        There was a special stall at the very end where Big Steel was waiting for them. The farm’s prize ‘breeding’ stallion, according to the man. Bonbon clenched her teeth even at the name. It was only a matter of time before the gravity of the situation caught up with her; she just hoped she could be far enough gone by that point that a retreat would be unfeasible.

        Lyra’s eyes wandered as she walked with Bonbon to the end of the stables. She glanced in each holding area, taking in the sight of every horse therein. Some were empty, filled only with hay and feeding troughs, but others were occupied with regal looking horses, standing so big and tall Lyra looked surprised that they were there at all. They looked too big to be ridden. Bonbon supposed they might be there for another reason, but held her tongue as she led Lyra closer to their final destination.

        After what felt like an eternity of crunching hay underfoot, the two girls reached the pen. And there he was; Big Steel, a horse of no uncertain majesty. His stall was special, as Bonbon had been educated. A bar at the far end, the perfect height for leaning, or leverage. A special harness around Big Steel’s chest with ropes hanging above so that he could be yanked back if he became unruly. And Big Steel himself, different from the other stallions in one very particular aspect–

        “Oh my gosh... is he? That...?”

        Bonbon nodded with a grimace.

        Big Steel, unlike the other stallions, was very noticeably a stallion, a fact which he seemed to display proudly. While the other horses had either been geldings or race-stallions with enough animalistic dignity to hide evidence of their manhood, Big Steel’s member was in full display for any passerby to see. Even limp, it swung a good distance below his knees, his bulbous head almost dragging on the ground and threatening to pick up errant strands of hay as he walked through them. Bonbon tried to avoid looking directly at it, but Lyra stared, transfixed at the giant thing only feet away for her admiration. Big Steel saw Lyra looking and looked up at her as if acknowledging her presence. As Lyra watched, his unit rose slightly and twitched before returning to it’s long, flaccid state.

        Lyra made a tiny squeaking noise and clutched her hand to Bonbon’s shoulder. Bonbon sighed, and tried to remind herself why she was here in the first place.

For Lyra, she said in her head, and turned to Lyra with a grim determination in her eyes.

        “Well, that’s him. The guy who owns the place said he’s really gentle, so don’t be afraid of introducing yourself. He also said there’s not really any right way to do things, though if you go for too long he might get a bit irritable, or just not able to... uh... get it up, after a while. He also said he gets ornery if you don’t let him... finish... but I don’t think that will be a... problem... right?”

        Lyra looked like a kid on Christmas morning who had just opened the present they’d been waiting for all year. She stammered wordlessly for a moment as though she was struggling to put into words the thoughts that were rushing through her head. She turned to Bonbon after a moment, her eyes gleaming with unabashed excitement.

        “You’re... you’re sure about this?”

        Bonbon tried to shrug as nonchalantly as possible. While part of her wanted desperately to run back to the car and leave Lyra to whatever it was she’d been pining over for the past few months, she knew that if she wanted to apologize properly, and show Lyra she was okay with her fetish, as well as with her as a person, she needed to stay. She also needed to make sure that now, and forever foreword, Lyra could no longer claim Bonbon was being unreasonable in her requests to keep the horse-fucking in Lyra’s fantasies and out of their special time together.

        She sighed as a summation of the thoughts in her head and nodded with a grim smile.

        The force of Lyra’s hug knocked the wind out of her. Bonbon let out a small ‘oof’ as Lyra pulled her into a full-on embrace, clinging to her with a force like a giddy child thanking their mom for the toy they’d been begging for at the store all day.

        “Thank you!” Lyra said, loud and exuberant. “Thank you thank you thank you!”

        Bonbon managed to breathe again after the fourth thank you, and she returned the hug with a soft pat on Lyra’s back before she pried herself free of Lyra’s arms. “Don’t mention it,” she said, meaning it in more a literal fashion than a figurative one.

        Lyra held her hands to her chest and squealed in delight like a highschool girl asked to prom, but could only keep her attention on Bonbon for a moment. She turned almost immediately from her hug to the object of her soon to be affection; Big Steel, who was milling about his stall with a dreamy look on his eyes, not in particular worry about anything.

        Lyra eyed the length of his gargantuan shaft as he dragged it along with him. Her mouth hung open as Big Steel turned around in his pen and made his way back to his water trough,  taking several long licks. His body swayed as he lapped up the refreshing liquid, and Lyra stared at his flaccid member the whole time. A tiny bit of drool made its way out of the corner of her mouth, but she caught it with her tongue.

        Bonbon stared on in relative disdain, wondering what on earth she’d gotten herself into.

        “Um... Bon?” Lyra asked, turning to her girlfriend suddenly. Bonbon hadn’t expected to hear her name until Lyra was done, but she turned with as much attention as she could muster given her brain’s screaming desire to remove her from the situation.

        “Mhm?”

        “Can you... I don’t wanna get naked by myself. It’ll feel weird. You don’t have to do anything, but... could you take off your clothes with me?”

        Bonbon held back a sigh. Every iota of her was screaming that she wanted to be anywhere other than here, and the situation was only growing worse by the minute. Still, it had been her idea in the first place, and she was here now, so there was no sense in backtracking on something she was already invested in. She nodded, and Lyra beamed even wider than she had been before.

        Lyra was quicker to undress, tossing her socks and shoes to the side as Bonbon was just undoing her jeans. To Bonbon’s great delight, she still noticed Lyra’s eyes on her body as she removed her clothes. It felt nice to know that, even in the vicinity of Lyra’s most fixational fantasy, she still had something Lyra liked and couldn’t get anywhere else.

        “You’re look gorgeous,” Lyra said, and the tremble in her voice showed that she meant it.

        To Bonbon’s surprise, she felt herself blushing, with a tinge of rosy hue that went through her whole body instead of just her cheeks. She slipped her socks off and tucked them into her shoes before standing up.

        “Thanks, hun. You look really good too–”

        Bonbon couldn’t get the last word out before her lips were occupied elsewhere. Lyra appeared next to her out of nowhere and leaned in for a kiss. Bonbon felt the mild chill of the open air vanish as Lyra’s naked body pressed up against her. Bonbon closed her eyes as Lyra kissed her more insistently. Lyra pressed her whole body forward and and pulled Bonbon close, squeezing her perky tits against Bonbon’s more sizable melons. Despite herself, Bonbon let out a soft moan into Lyra’s mouth, and Lyra returned it, snaking her tongue between Bonbon’s lips and letting it dance with its partner. Lyra’s hands roamed as she kissed, and they found Bonbon’s ass, each one grabbing a cheek and squeezing, rubbing, pulling Bonbon closer still, pressing her nipples against Bonbon’s and making Bonbon moan louder. Lyra too. The kiss went on, still unbroken, and Bonbon could feel herself salivating with a sudden hunger for Lyra that had arisen out of nowhere, in complete contrast to the relative disgust she’d felt a moment ago.

        Lyra broke the kiss as suddenly as it had started. To Bonbon’s great embarrassment, a trickle of spit escaped from her mouth as Lyra’s lips left hers, and the watery saliva leaked down onto her neck just above and between her breasts. She blushed, and held a hand over the trail to cover it up.

        “I wasn’t expecting that,” Bonbon said, wiping away her spit and looking at Lyra with her cheeks flushed. Lyra grinned, slightly red herself, though from what seemed more arousal than embarrassment.

        “I can’t help it. You just look so good right now.”

        Bonbon chuckled.

        “Are you sure that’s not just the horse dick talking?”

That got Lyra’s cheeks shining like a tomato, the effects of a well-placed accuracy in observation. Lyra clenched her legs together a little bit at the riposte as well, and Bonbon grinned wider.

        “Go on then. I know you’ve been waiting for this.”

        Lyra looked to Big Steel, then back to Bonbon after a few seconds.

        “I, uh...”

        Bonbon put her hand on Lyra’s shoulder and rubbed reassuringly.

        “What is it?”

        “I... I’m...” Lyra stuttered, suddenly robbed of the confidence that her kiss had carried. Bonbon rubbed harder, trying to coax out the end of Lyra’s sentence.

“I’m not really sure where to start,” she finally finished. She looked at the ground, as if she was ashamed.

        “Well,” Bonbon said, “I’m not really sure either. I mean, this is your thing, not mine. How do the girls in your... videos usually do it?” Bonbon tried to detach herself from the mechanics of the situation as much as possible, ignoring the giant swinging horse dong in front of her in lieu of what was otherwise a simple request from her girlfriend for guidance.

        “They’re usually already half-way through when they start... but, I guess a couple, uh, you know... they have the girl, like, getting the s-stallion... ready...”

        If Bonbon hadn’t been concretely aware that Lyra was talking about sucking on a horse’s dick, she would have found her nervous stammering absolutely adorable.

        “That doesn’t sound like a bad place to begin then. You’re not gonna chicken out now, are you?”

        Lyra shook her head emphatically, the nervousness in her eyes turning into determination.

        “No way,” she said.

        “Then go get ‘em,” Bonbon answered with a pat. Lyra nodded to her and broke away from Bonbon’s motherly shoulder rub dead set on her target.

        Bonbon tried to smile, but she knew full well what was to come. She wasn’t sure how much she could watch before she had to excuse herself.

        Lyra approached Big Steel like a disciple reverent at the feet of a minister. She hunched her knees as she walked towards him as though she wanted to kneel, but kept herself up right as she sidled up beside him. Big Still gave her a flick of his tail and a small nod of his head, but reacted no further.

        “Hey,” Lyra said, almost whispered as she let her hand rest on the great creature’s back. “I’m Lyra. I’m here to... to play with you. Does that sound like fun?”

        Big Steel gave a short exhale through his nose, but of course, said nothing. Lyra seemed to take this as a good sign.

        “You’re really handsome,” she said, stroking her hand along Big Steel’s back. He didn’t move into her touch, but he didn’t move away either, so Lyra continued petting him, moving herself closer to him as she did so. She was on the side of his body opposite Bonbon, so she couldn’t see through to Lyra’s nakedness, but she knew from the proximity that Lyra must be right up against Big Steel’s coat, rubbing her nipples against his well-kept fur and squishing her handful sized tits into the warmth of his body.

        For a reason she couldn’t identify, Bonbon felt a twinge shoot between her legs.

        Lyra. It was all Lyra, she told herself.

        Lyra held out her hand to Big Steel’s nose. He sniffed it appraisingly once or twice before moving his head forward and rubbing himself against Lyra’s fingers like an oversized dog. Lyra’s face gleamed with joy as she felt his snout against her palm, and she responded with a more emphatic rub, stroking all along the length of his combed mane and down to the base of his neck. Big Steel snorted softly to show his approval.

        Lyra could likely have spent the whole day on introductions, but there was something much more important demanding her attention. Slowly, with a gulp and a nervous look on her face, Lyra kneeled below Big Steel’s belly.

        She got her first sight of it up close, and it was huge.

        Just reaching out to touch it seemed too forward, but there wasn’t anything else to do but admire it. Lyra stared at the giant object in front of her as she lifted her arm, her fingers tensing in anticipation of what she was about to feel. Would it be like her imitation at home, or different? Would it feel like everything she had imagined, or would it be off-putting and disgusting?

        There was only one way to find out.