Lyra, Quit Horsing Around!

        Bonbon pulled herself away from the kiss she was sure would reappear in her dreams for years to come. Her mouth felt sore from the intensity with which she had moved her lips, and she took a moment to wipe the back of her hand across her mouth to clear away the residual saliva that had dripped from Lyra’s lips to hers. Her eyes scanned across the remains of the sight in front of her, drinking in the sight of Lyra’s twitching, barely animate body. Bonbon felt a tingle of her orgasm by proxy shiver along her spine.

        “Jesus...” she murmured. She watched as Lyra regained some semblance of movement and righted her posture as much as she could while being bent over. Lyra’s hands shook as she placed them on the wooden beam of the fence in front of her and struggled to pull herself upright. As if on cue, Big Steel walked backwards and pulled himself all the way out of Lyra’s pussy. His dick was still eye-wateringly hard as it stood up against his stomach, but he kept himself composed, every bit the perfect partner.

        Bonbon offered her hand, and Lyra took it, shivering as the aftermath of her bone-shaking orgasm trickled through her skin.

        “Are you okay?” Bonbon asked, wrapping her other hand around Lyra’s forearm and guiding her forward a few feet. Lyra stopped after a short distance from the spot of her penetration and kneeled into the hay, then shifted and sat cross-legged. Bonbon sat down with her. She could feel the warmth in Lyra’s skin coursing underneath her fingertips before she pulled her hand away.

        Lyra nodded. Her mouth moved for an instant, but she didn’t speak.

        Bonbon stared for a moment, unsure to what extent she should be concerned. She waited a few minutes before attempting to speak again

        “Are–”

        “Holy fuck,” Lyra interrupted. She tilted her head back like she was reconciling a particularly strong draught of liquor, then leaned forward again. Her forehead was still slicked with sweat, but her eyes had gone from glazed over to bright and wild.

“That was amazing.”

        Bonbon grinned uneasily.

        “It certainly looked like it.”

        Lyra looked skyward again as she sat. She placed her hands behind her back and let them rest in the hay, using them to prop herself up as she stared off into space.

        “It didn’t hurt at all?” Bonbon asked, feeling suddenly more conscious of her nakedness than Lyra seemed to be.

        “Fuck no,” Lyra said. Every word from her lips dripped with vigor, despite how completely exhausted she looked. “It only felt a bit weird at first, and I was cumming too hard to notice. After that it was just... full. So fucking full. God damn. So good.”

        Despite herself, Bonbon felt a tiny flush of blush creep onto her cheeks.

        “Well, I’m glad you had fun. Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

        “And then some,” Lyra said, tilting her head back down and grinning. “I don’t know what I did to deserve a girlfriend as awesome as you.”

        Bonbon smiled and blushed harder.

        “Thanks,” she said.

        The two of them sat for a moment in silence save the rustling of the hay underneath their naked bodies.

        “So,” Bonbon said,”you ready to go?”

        Lyra’s glued on grin disappeared to make room for a puzzled squint.

        “Go?” she asked. “I’m not done yet.”

        “You can’t possibly be thinking about a second round of that. You almost melted from the first one!”

        Lyra shrugged.

        “Big guy’s not done yet. I gotta at least finish him off. And...” Lyra leaned forward a bit, closing the distance between herself and Bonbon. “...I owe you one before we go too.”

        “What do you mean?”

        Lyra grinned.

        “Don’t play. I saw the way you were touching yourself. You’re just as antsy as Mr. Ed is, I bet. And I’m not about to let my amazing girlfriend call it a day before I pay her back for how wonderful she is.”

        Bonbon’s smile quivered uneasily.

        “You really don’t have to. You can get me back later. I mean, I still feel kind of weird being here. I know this is your thing, but I don’t really...” Bonbon let her sentence trail off with an embarrassed sort of smirk.

        Lyra countered it with one of her own.

        “I saw you watching,” she said, smugness glimmering in her voice. “You can’t tell me you weren’t enjoying yourself.”

        “That’s different!” Bonbon protested, holding her hand up to signal a stop to the advance of Lyra’s thought process. “I was just... seeing you get off like that... of course I had to watch. That doesn’t mean I... that I liked... the other part of it.”

        Big Steel gave an appropriately timed snort some distance behind Lyra. Bonbon jumped at the noise, and Lyra’s grin grew wider.

        “I think you enjoyed it more than you’re willing to admit.” Lyra leaned further forward. Her sweat-soaked hair hung low over her forehead and eyes, and she smiled at Bonbon with an earnest seductive glimmer like a snake holding an apple. “Come on. You can’t tell me you saw that monster making me cum like a mare in heat and didn’t at least feel a little bit curious.”

        Bonbon shifted her eyes to either side, trying to escape the conversation but finding no aid in either direction.

        “I didn’t... no. That thing is way too big for me, and it’s all... veiny. It’s gross.”

        Bonbon stifled a gasp as she felt Lyra’s hands suddenly on hers. Lyra wrapped her fingers around Bonbon’s right hand and pulled it up, looking at her over their held-together palms with fire in her eyes.

        “It feels so good, Bon,” she said.

Bonbon felt a little uncomfortably warm with Lyra’s sweaty hands on her own, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away.

“Like, crazy good. And that... the stuff you said, you get over it. I mean, yeah, it’s huge, but that’s the whole appeal of it. The texture is fantastic too. It’s just... it’s so natural. Animalistic. It’s fucking great.”

Bonbon pulled her hand away with a slightly soured expression.

“Lyra, come on. I set this whole thing up, the least you could do is give me a break when I say I’m not interested.”

“I would if I believed you,” Lyra countered, her smirk growing to dangerous proportions. “But I could see the look in your eyes when you were watching. When I could see anything, anyway. I think I blacked out for a bit.”

In an ultimate display of treachery, Bonbon bit her lip as she shivered noticeably.

“Aha! I knew it!”

“I’m not gonna let myself get fucked by a horse,” Bonbon protested, standing up and placing her hands on her hips. Lyra stood up with her after a few seconds.

“You don’t have to,” Lyra said. She reached one of her hands towards Bonbon’s shoulder. Bonbon reflexively shied away, but relaxed as Lyra’s fingers met her skin, and let out a little sigh as Lyra began kneading her unusually tense shoulder muscles.

        “I just think you should touch it. I have a feeling that if you feel what it’s like you’ll have just as much fun as I did. And I promise I’ll make it worth your while if you don’t like it.”

        Bonbon chewed her lip and looked down, avoiding Lyra’s gaze as the request flashed through different mental avenues of possibility.

        Did any part of her really want to do it? She had organized this whole thing on Lyra’s behalf, in the hopes that she could finally get her horse-fucking obsession out of her system, and stop trying to force it on Bonbon in every other part of their lives. Now she was at the real thing, and just like otherwise, Lyra was trying to convince Bonbon it was worth her attention. Just like the videos, just like the whinny Lyra had requested before Bonbon had called an ended to the horse-play shenanigans.

        But unlike all of those times, Bonbon didn’t feel an outright refusal. She didn’t feel disgusted, repulsed, or even disinterested. She felt a little intrigued. She just wasn’t sure if it was enough of a curiosity to warrant further attention to a stiffened horse cock.

        Though...

        She’d already felt it, with her hands. She was so wrapped up in watching Lyra’s reaction at the time that she almost hadn’t noticed, but she had felt Big Steel’s cock-skin shift in her hands as the mighty beast fucked Lyra from behind. She hadn’t minded then.

        She’d even marvelled a little bit at the sheer size of the thing in her hands. She’d wondered, as she watch Lyra’s pussy twitch and quiver around the girth of the giant object plunging inside it, what it must feel like to have something that big stuffed inside you.

        She felt a tingle as the thought of being so utterly, completely, one hundred percent full ran through her head. She didn’t have Lyra’s fascination with size or toys or phalluses in general (despite which, Lyra ate pussy like a champ), but she didn’t mind feeling full. She’d even... well, Lyra had a very talented set of hands, and one thing had lead to another, and Bonbon had checked off an item on her sexual to-do list at one point that she’d avoided for fear of feeling like a puppet. But damn had it felt good.

        And here was something that could do that for her.

        Lyra had practically melted.

        “I mean... what if I don’t like it?” she asked.

        Lyra squeezed down on Bonbon’s shoulder.

        “He’s got his harness thingy. If you say stop I can pull him off just like that, no problem.”

        Bonbon scrunched up her face and clenched her hands into fists. Lyra took Bonbon’s left hand with her right and squeezed, and Lyra’s ball of fingers unclenched into a more relaxed position after a few seconds.

        “You promise? You promise it... that you’ll...”

        “Don’t think about it too much,” Lyra interjected. She stood and began to walk as she spoke, leading Bonbon forward to the figure of the still patiently waiting Big Steel. He had taken up his place back in the stable, trodding through the hay and sniffing at nothing in particular; the difference being that, this time, his cock was at full strength, bobbing obscenely underneath his body like a giant, fleshy pole.

        Bonbon gasped when she saw it again. Even from a distance it looked too big. What if he went all ahead in one thrust and tore her open like a paper bag on a high-velocity javelin?

        Lyra took Bonbon further forward, all the way up to Big Steel. Still guiding Bonbon’s hand, Lyra placed both her own palm and Bonbon’s on Big Steel’s back, covered by the harness but still warm and rigid to the extent that both of them could feel his physique.

        “You’ll feel better if you get more familiar with his equipment,” Lyra said in a reassuring tone.

        Bonbon blinked, not wanting to puzzle out Lyra’s suggestion without aid. Lyra rolled her eyes, but took Bonbon’s hand closer and kneeled. Bonbon followed suit, letting her knees press into the hay and ducking under Big Steel’s stomach as Lyra did the same.

        The answer to her perplexion was right in front of her face. Bonbon gulped as she saw the imposing piece of dick swaying only inches from her nose. She froze as, in slow motion, Big Steel shifted a little and the tip of his cock swung right in front of Bonbon’s face.

        Lyra giggled.

        “I think he likes you,” she said.

        Bonbon wasn’t sure what to say back.

        Big Steel, without moving his legs an inch, managed to swing his torso back in the other direction, and the whole of his cock came with it, careening in an arc past Bonbon’s face and back to its original position

        Lyra reached up her hand and caught it with a noise like a hearty high-five.

        “Touch it,” she said, and offered up the two foot dong in Bonbon’s direction. Bonbon’s hands shook as she rose both her arms towards the length of horsecock in front of her. Her fingers trembled as she let them rest on the veiny, spotted flesh, and wrapped around as best she could, managing to at least fit the whole of her grip around the circumference of Big Steel’s dick. He was longer than he was wide, and Bonbon took that as something of a comfort.

        “You should use your mouth,” Lyra said simply, a hint of direction more than suggestion in her voice. Bonbon turned to her with a blank look, and Lyra grinned and lowered her head towards the flared tip of Big Steel’s member. With her eyes locked deadset on Bonbon’s face, she extended her tongue as long as she could manage and licked, tracing up the whole of Big Steel’s tip until she reached the top part of his head, then moving her mouth closer and sucking along the first few inches of proper shaft, using her lips and tongue in tandem with a soft slurping sound.

        Bonbon moaned in spite of herself and clenched her legs together.

        “Like that. I can help, if you want.”

        Bonbon nodded, and Lyra smiled back at her.

        Together, Lyra with more confidence, both girls leaned close to Big Steel’s mammoth manhood and lapped at the tip. As their reward, both received a sudden emergence of wet, sticky precum, leaking out of Big Steel’s tip as he began to yearn for a more concrete sensation on his still unsatisfied dick. One spray of semen wasn’t enough for a breeding show horse.

        Lyra licked with Bonbon over the very tip of Big Steel’s cock, both of them collecting a taste of precum and meeting with their mouths for a moment to share the sensation between their tongues. Bonbon moaned loudly as Lyra placed a hand aside her cheek and held her in a kiss for a moment before pulling away and returning to the throbbing length of cock between them. Bonbon did her best to follow suit, and, in spite of her every preconception, extended her tongue and licked along with Lyra, both of them reaching the bottom of Big Steel’s first view inches and raising over his girth to share another kiss.

        “Don’t you want this big thing inside you? Isn’t it the hottest fucking thing you can imagine?

        Bonbon didn’t answer with words, but instead moaned softly. Her hands were still locked around the middle of Big Steel’s cock, and she began to move them up and down as Lyra goaded her on with the potential of being filled up with Big Steel’s stallionhood.

        “Don’t you wanna bend over and let this well-endowed, disgustingly virile animal pound your cunt until you cum harder than you ever have before in your life?

        Bonnbon managed a short nod of her head that time.

        “Mh-hm,” she said with a tiny voice, hoping she was quiet enough. But Lyra heard her.

        “Don’t you wanna let your girlfriend eat your pussy out while you’re getting fucked by a giant two foot dong? Don’t you wanna cum all over her face and then help your stallion friend unload a gallon of his cum all over both of you?”

        “Uh-huh,” Bonbon answered more earnestly. She was only half listening to what Lyra was saying, but every word she could make out sounded good, as good as anything would behind the veil of her mind’s fire suddenly ablaze for Big Steel’s member.

        Lyra smirked at Bonbon’s far off look.

        “I knew it. You’ve gotta stand up first though. Can’t get much done down here.” Lyra shuffled backwards from under Big Steel’s stomach and stood up without waiting for Bonbon to respond. After a few seconds, Bonbon realized suddenly she was licking Big Steel’s cock by herself, so she promptly followed suit.

        She didn’t speak. Her mouth, for the first time since her possibly overly-reactionary explosion, was timid, and unable to form a proper sentence. She felt like a nervous high school kid.

        A horny, desperately curious teenage girl about to get filled up with horsecock, anyway.

        Bonbon let Lyra guide her forward to the resting apparatus. As she settled in, she realized that Lyra, if nothing else, had been comfortable. The way the posts were cushioned and set up at the perfect angle while bending forward for penetration was nothing short of genius. Even with unsteady, shaking limbs, Bonbon still managed to fall forward with ease and rest herself against the assemblage of padded surfaces and wooden planks.

        Big Steel shifted the moment he saw Bonbon take her place, and Bonbon cringed and shut her eyes, refusing to look behind herself.

        “I’m... you’ll stop him if he... I’m not sure... I...” Bonbon began to stammer. Lyra reached out a finger to Bonbon’s lips and stemmed the tide of her anxious mumbling. After a moment, she gave another motherly rub to Bonbon’s shoulder.

        “Shhh. It’s okay. Just relax. He’s really good, I promise. If he looks like he’s gonna go too much in, I’ll pull him back. Just calm down, and try to think about how good you’re gonna feel in a minute.” Lyra sounded like a dentist prepping a kid for their first exam. The tone was unmistakable, but Bonbon did find it reassuring. She certainly felt like she might be more prepared if she knew she was going to be given a toy after the whole thing was over. Promised Hot-Wheels cars were certainly more comforting than nebulously guaranteed orgasms.

        Bonbon tensed as heard the clop of hooves on hay behind herself, and suddenly two forelegs on the wooden structures below her and to either side.

        “Relax,” Lyra repeated. She disappeared from Bonbon’s periphery after a second, leaving Bonbon to wonder how alone she was then, and what on Earth had gotten her onto a horse-sex farm waiting to be pounded by the farmer’s prize stallion.

        Lyra was probably the easiest to blame.

        Just as Bonbon had done for her, Lyra took Big Steel’s cock in her hands and did her best to guide it home. Maneuvering the still floppy length of dick was like wiggling an extended measuring tape, but Lyra managed it with conviction. She felt Bonbon shudder against her elbow as she lined up the swollen head against Bonbon’s entrance. Bonbon’s lips were always a bit puffy, a fact that Lyra had extolled many times in the past. It made the perfect sight from behind, she’d said. The view of Bonbon’s ass, bent over with her well-sized pussy lips peeking out from in between her shapely thighs was the picture of perfection. According to Lyra, anyway.

        Bonbon shook as she felt Big Steel shift, nudging the tip of his cock against her slit. With a mixture of guilt and self-permeating arousal, Bonbon realized that, barring size problems, the horse would have no problem sliding inside, given how wet she was.

        Big Steel moved himself forward, and Bonbon felt her first horsecock slip inside her pussy.

        She gasped, but found no words to describe the sensation.

        Only an inch and she felt stretched. But just like Lyra said: not a bad stretch. Just... a stretch. She felt like her tunnel was at its limit in girth. There was, however, still much more depth to be explored by her unexpected suitor.

        Bonbon muffled her mouth against the cushion of her headrest as Big Steel jostled himself in position and shoved another inch or two inside Bonbon’s hole.

        Even more surprising than her accommodation of the sheer size of the big creature’s member was the fact that, for a reason she couldn't describe, Bonbon wasn’t even remotely disgusted with the fact that it was a horse behind her plunging into her pussy, instead of a toy or Lyra in a play-session with some added equipment. Right now, Big Steel felt like a nice, anonymous cock, stretching her to the extent of her ability. His hooves at her side didn’t feel gross; they felt reassuring, and natural. It felt familiar, like family camping, but with a giant, studded dick inside her.

        Bonbon shuddered as her clit gave the first twitch of sympathy arousal at the rest of her vagina’s intrudence.

        Lyra smiled at Bonbon’s side as she noticed the soft twitch. She rubbed her hand along Bonbon’s back, her fingertips picking up sweat that had already started appearing.

        “Good?” she asked.

        Bonbon nodded wordlessly. She was never as vocal as Lyra. Sometimes her moans became loud and incomprehensible, but usually the best she could manage was a curt ‘close’ at Lyra’s request on occasion. She did it because Lyra said she enjoyed hearing; right now, Bonbon was being penetrated purely for her own benefit, though theoretically Big Steel must surely be enjoying himself as well.

        As if to remind Bonbon of his presence, Big Steel leaned his head low and breathed loudly into Bonbon’s ear.

        To her surprise, Bonbon felt her clit tingle again.

        Lyra couldn’t help herself. In the same way Bonbon had consumed the intoxicating sight of her lover being fucked by a cock big enough to put even the most well-hung porn star to shame, Lyra felt herself reaching the peak of her arousal just by proxy of Bonbon’s enjoyment. Bonbon hadn’t cum as furiously as Lyra, nor did she seem to be in the same arc of pleasure, but Bonbon chalked this up to Bonbon’s self-restraint being much better as a whole. She wasn’t the one who left porn videos up on the computer, after all.

        But, as she watched, Lyra felt compelled. She left Bonbon’s side before her disappearance was noticeable, and Bonbon contented herself with focusing on the sensation of the dick inside her rather than what Lyra was doing at her side.

        Lyra only took a moment of repositioning herself before she kneeled again. Big Steel’s dick jumped out at her as the obvious focus of attention, only having a quarter tucked away inside Bonbon’s pussy at the moment. But Lyra had something else she wanted to pay attention to.

        With a devilish smirk on her face, Lyra positioned her face underneath Bonbon’s slit, tilted her head back, and waited.

        Bonbon’s legs parted a bit, probably instinctively, giving Lyra a full view of her lover’s pussy, as well as the giant horsecock sliding in and out of it as Big Steel did his best to recreate a simple thrusting motion without coming too early or getting frustrated.

        The noise that escaped Bonbon’s lips as Lyra extended her tongue onto Bonbon’s clit said that the concern of anyone finishing ‘early’ was likely a moot point.

        “Ohhhhh...” Bonbon moaned, keeping herself from the profanity that Lyra had so readily devolved into. Her enjoyment was always incomprehensible, except for the rare moment of clarity that she would specify at Lyra’s request, or when an epiphany struck her suddenly in the throes of arousal.

        Lyra’s face showed a struggle to keep herself focused on her girlfriend’s sensitive nub as the prospect of an imminently caressable length of stallion dick slid back and forth in front of her, but she managed to stay committed as Big Steel moved back and forth in an accommodating fashion. Lyra raised her hand occasionally and pushed back on the stallion’s flank if she sensed him eager to move too far forward; he was an ideal lover as far as horses went, but there were still some things even he didn’t manage to pick up on. That said, Lyra didn’t notice her hand being necessary too often, which gave her full room to content herself to attending to Bonbon’s clit with her tongue.

        If Bonbon could piece together the sensations of Lyra’s tongue and Big Steel’s dick inside her, she gave no indication. Just like Lyra before her, her eyes clenched shut and her fingers grasped at nothing, eventually finding the comfort of the warm carpeted boards underneath her head. She didn’t need to try to concentrate on the feelings rippling through her body, as interwoven and complex as they were. The forbidden, vaguely uncomfortable sensation of being full up with more inches of animal dick than she could purport to count. The familiar, perfect accompaniment of Lyra’s tongue on the top of her slit, licking and lapping with tiny little movements the way Lyra did, and the occasional long press of her tongue down over the whole of Bonbon’s upper hood, which made her groan extra loud and push her hips back as best she could manage given the restriction of her movement while being so full. The background shame of being naked, sweaty, and bent over a fence like a vessel to be used for the magnificent breeding stallion behind her to fill with his seed. The very idea of the same size load Bonbon had seen on Lyra’s face and tiny tits inside of her instead, filling her up more than she was already full, coating every nook and cranny of her insides with white hot jizz.

        Bonbon felt the last thought course through her head out of nowhere, and it excited her so much that she gasped, letting Lyra feel her legs twitch as her body shook in response. Lyra pulled her head away for a moment in surprise at Bonbon’s sudden movement, but was contented after a look up at Bonbon’s scrunched up face, and renewed her attack on Bonbon’s clit with even more emphasis.

        Big Steel moved himself further forward with a shaky wiggling of his hooves. Lyra lapped and ran her free hand along her right breast, tweaking her nipple with her fingers. Bonbon bit her tongue in her mouth as the boiling point of her climax neared, spurred on by the electric jolts from between her legs and Big Steel’s size being forced even further inside her and the fact that she was here, like this, persuade by her equinophile girlfriend into just touching, then holding, and now spreading herself open on the giant length of dick she had picked out special for Lyra’s attention.

        She felt another shift in position as Big Steel jerked his muscular hips forward. The velocity of his thrust was almost worrying, but his head plunged inside just shy of Bonbon’s inner walls. She tensed around him and felt his stiffness, hard and thick and all at once completely inside her, and shaky as his legs had been, and then she felt it, felt it twitch, with so much force, like it had against his stomach when it had dangled that dollop of precum while she watched, and it twitched again, inside her, up against her cervix, and suddenly Big Steel’s breath was on the back of her neck with his teeth so close to her skin like he was holding her there and then she felt it warm and inside her without warning and Big Steel neighed and whinnied and she felt him shoot, so much, so much she already felt full, but it kept going, spraying inside her, she felt like her stomach was bulging, full up with so much of his cum suddenly inside her and it kept going like a constant spray so full full up with his jizz and oh god she was cumming she was cumming cumming–

        “–Nhnh!” was all she could manage as Big Steel’s load began to pour out of her pussy. Her whole body went rigid, and her cunt clenched with a force like a vice around the shaft still shooting inside her. Lyra’s tongue didn’t stop. It increased in intensity as Lyra felt the first splash of cum on her chest as she kneeled below the hidden payload, and she moaned into Bonbon’s clit, sending electric tingles alongside Bonbon’s all-consuming climax. Bonbon’s legs didn’t shake, but simply locked up, and there was still more cum, there was no way she could keep any of it inside, it was like a thick creamy milk coating her insides and she loved every second of it.

        Big Steel at last began to go soft. He snorted and began to withdraw himself, and his cock slid out with more ease than it had entered. With it came the flood of his cum that poured out of Bonbon’s still twitching pussy and all over the ground and Lyra’s chest. If Bonbon was a mare she would have winked, but instead contented herself with wordless groaning as quarts of sperm poured out of her, so thick and slimy and shamefully, deliciously arousing for all the wrong reasons. Just thinking about it furthered Bonbon’s paroxysms of convulsive ecstasy, and she finally shook, letting the last drips of cum dribble out from between her puffy lips. She gasped as she felt Lyra’s mouth suddenly between her legs even lower, and then Lyra’s tongue along her slit, lapping up the slippery strands of Big Steel’s load that had been left behind. Bonbon moaned again, low and heady, until Lyra finished her cleanup and crawled out from underneath Bonbon’s pudgy, deeply breathing stomach.

        Bonbon didn’t bother to stand. She fell to the side, tumbling without regard into the fluid soaked hay to her right. Lyra kneeled and then laid down with her, catching her like a kid tumbling down a hill and then wrapping her arms around Bonbon’s waist, locking her into a spooning position in the still present sunlight and surprisingly comfortable stable floor.

        Several deep, bone-rattling breath shook Bonbon’s chest, making her breasts bounce slightly, before she leaned her head back against Lyra’s shoulder.

        “God,” she said, her voice still mostly breathless.

        Lyra nodded.

        “Told you,” she said.

        Bonbon found the strength to raise her left arm and plant her hand on the back of Lyra’s head. She pulled forward and lifted her own face, and the two of them kissed, tilting their heads to the side and finding awkward places for their mouths, but not caring what the angle was as their lips parted, and then their tongues met, snaking around each other and collecting the taste of each other and the salty remnants of Big Steel’s contribution to their body-fluid exchange.

        “I love you,” Bonbon said with a dreamy sounding voice, only flirting with the down-to-earth insistence normally carried from her lips.

        “I love you too hun,” Lyra responded, and leaned in for another kiss, this time a quick peck on the lips. Bonbon returned the smooch, though her hand clenched on the back of Lyra’s head, grasping at strands of her hair and holding them for a moment like they were an anchor to the moment, and if she held on she might be able to keep Lyra with her there forever.

        Eventually Bonbon’s fingers unclenched, and Lyra raised her head, smiling and staring into her lover’s eyes.

        The two of them basked in each other’s faces for a moment before closing their eyes together. They both sighed, and sat just like that for a moment, revelling in the soft warmth of their bodies together and the smell of old hay and depraved sex, this time even filthier than normal.

        Lyra shifted slightly, and Bonbon opened her eyes half-way, groggily peeking out from behind the darkness that asked to take her away into unconsciousness.

        “So,” Lyra said, the hint of a cheshire cat grin at the edge of her mouth, “do you think they do weekly rental rates?”

        Bonbon shut her eyes.

        Lyra was hers. She was quirky, and deviant, and a little insensitive sometimes, but she was hers.

        And Bonbon knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.

        “I’ll ask before we leave,” she said, and settled into Lyra’s body again.

        Big Steel whinnied his approval.