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The Music of Love	By : bigmacintosh20111 Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 3583 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Music of Love
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Lyra concentrated hard, her horn glowing as she magically practiced playing her lyre that stood a meter or so away from her. The strings stretched and vibrated without her touch, and the haunting music drifted through her house and out into the street, where it mingled with the repetitive drumming of the heavy rain and the occasional burst of thunder.
Her intense focus was broken by a heavy rapping on the door. The mint-green unicorn jumped, causing one of the strings on her lyre to snap as the fright caused her to briefly lose control of her magic.
“Damn it,” she muttered. The knocking came again, this time more urgent. “Okay, okay, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
She went to the door and opened it. Standing there was her friend Bon-Bon, drenched to the bone. Her normally well-groomed blue and pink mane was matted against her head, and her ears were flattened against her head. As soon as Lyra opened the door she hurried in, without waiting to be invited. Lyra blinked in surprise, closed the door and then followed Bon-Bon into the living room. She could feel her heart rate begin to rise, thinking how pretty her friend looked even when soaking wet.
“Uh, Bon-Bon…?”
Bon-Bon shook her mane, sending water droplets flying everywhere. She then looked at Lyra and smiled nervously. “Sorry for barging in like that, but nopony told me the Pegasi were planning a downpour tonight! Is it okay if I stay here until the rain stops?”
“Yes, of course it’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting to see you tonight, that’s all. Anyway, I was intending to practice with my lyre tonight, but one of the strings broke,” said Lyra. “You better make yourself at home. I think the rain is going to last for most of the night.”
“I could hear you practising from the street,” Bon-Bon said. “It sounded very beautiful.”
Lyra looked down, feeling herself begin to blush. “Thanks. It’s a new composition I’ve been working on. I want it to be perfect, because…” She shook her head and sighed. “I guess it doesn’t really matter either way, but I wrote it for somepony very special, somepony who I care more about than anypony else.”
Bon-Bon sat down on her haunch. She raised her brow and brushed her damp mane out of her eyes. “You never mentioned you had a crush! Aw, that’s so sweet! Who is he? Actually no, you don’t have to tell me.” She screwed her face up in thought. “Well, you can still play it with nine strings, can’t you? If you want to carry on practicing, I won’t mind. In fact, I would like to hear you play. You’re such a wonderful musician, after all.”
Lyra paused and softly bit her lip. Her heart was thumping so loud that she was worried Bon-Bon would hear it. She tried to calm herself down in such a way that her friend wouldn’t notice, taking deep, long breaths. “No, I can’t, because…argh! I just can’t. I can’t. I’m sorry.”
Bon-Bon gazed at her frustrated friend with confusion. ”Well, that’s okay, I suppose,” she said, unable to hide a slight disappointment in her voice. “It’s really up to you, but it’s just I’ve listened you practise plenty of times before. Why are you so nervous?”
Lyra swallowed hard, wracked with indecision. She wanted to tell Bon-Bon the truth, but the fear of rejection weighed heavy on her heart. No, she thought, just spit it out for Celestia’s sake! I can do this! Her friend stared at her quizzically as she closed her eyes, trying to formulate the words in her mind.
“Well, you see, my composition, the piece on my lyre that I composed myself, that I was playing earlier, the one that I’ve been practising on my lyre….” She paused, realizing she was babbling. She looked her friend directly in the eye, and a cute little smile that appeared on Bon-Bon’s intrigued face gave Lyra the burst of courage she needed to continue. “Okay, I’ll just come out and say it. It’s for you, Bon-Bon. I wrote it for you.”
“For me?” She blinked. Then full realization hit, and she widened her eyes with astonishment. “Wait, does that mean…?”
“Y-Yes. I…think I’m in love with you, Bon-Bon. Yes, love, it must be. I don’t know what else to call it. I have been for a long time.” She avoided her friend’s eyes, keeping her gaze locked firmly on the floor. She couldn’t believe that she had actually said it, but it was true. At first it had just been a silly infatuation, a girlish crush, one that she thought would diminish with time, but instead it had grown ever stronger, until it was dominating her thoughts and tearing her apart inside. So often she had lain awake at night and fantasized about saying those words, imagining what Bon-Bon’s reaction would be. When she played her lyre, all she had to do was think of Bon-Bon, her wide kind eyes, her gorgeous mane, and the notes would come flowing. But now, her shoulders sagged, and she prepared herself as best she could for disappointment and humiliation. “There, I said it. I’m sorry for dropping this on you so suddenly. If you want to go, that’s okay, but I hope we can remain friends…if you want, but if not that’s okay too.”
Bon-Bon stared in silence for a moment. Then she broke out into a tender smile. “I’m not going anywhere, Lyra.”
Lyra jerked her head up. She gulped deeply, and a shot of adrenalin rushed through her shaking body. “What?” When she saw the excited look on Bon-Bon’s face she felt the worry and fear melting away, replaced by a quivering, nervous excitement.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re startled,” Bon-Bon said with a salacious grin, “even more so than usual.”
Lyra shook her head, her first instinct to doubt what she was hearing. Maybe Bon-Bon was just trying to make her feel better? She desperately wanted it to be true, but she still felt a crippling uncertainty. Lyra lowered her eyes, and said quietly, “You’re just saying that, right? I’m not pretty. I mean, you’re a complete knock-out next to me, how can you possibly be interested in—“
Bon-Bon leapt up and silenced Lyra with a kiss, at first tender, but then passionate as the unicorn finally came to her senses and kissed back. They spent several minutes in loving embrace, holding each other tight, enthusiastically running their hooves through each other’s manes. Their lips locked together, inseparable. Their tongues first danced delicately round one another, and then explored deep inside the other pony’s mouth. Lyra felt her pussy grow wet in anticipation, and she felt a thrill imagining that Bon-Bon was feeling the same. Eventually she broke off the kiss, and looked Bon-Bon deep in her blue eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked, her stomach full of butterflies. “It’s not too late to back out.”
Bon-Bon kissed her again, and said, “I want this, Lyra. More than anything.” A sly look crossed her face. “Now, lie down and let me taste you properly.”
Lyra did as she was told. Bon-Bon began to lick her pussy, using her tongue to separate the lips of her labia and gently caressed her clit. Lyra gasped with pleasure as Bon-Bon teased her, licking around her pussy very softly, so that she was barely touching it. As she did, Lyra’s horn began to glow as she used her magic to play with Bon-Bon’s vagina, fingering it mentally as she did with her lyre. Bon-Bon let out a moan of surprise and joy, as Lyra’s magic touch entered her, strumming and vibrating against her clit. It was the most strange and wonderful sensation, to have her pussy pleasured so thoroughly without it even being touched. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
As Lyra focused on magically pleasuring Bon-Bon, the lyre also began to play, its strings playing a soft, delicate melody that filled the room. As the beautiful music filled their ears, the two of them grew ever more lustful and lascivious, and the satisfaction of their carnal desires became the only thing that mattered in the whole world to either one of them. Bon-Bon lapped Lyra’s pussy with increasing vigor, plunging her tongue deep inside. Lyra returned in kind, and as she did the music grew louder and faster. Lyra writhed with ecstasy, and then in a crashing wave of delight she had a monumental orgasm, causing several more of the lyre’s strings to snap. She breathed heavily, not even noticing the lyre as Bon-Bon continued to lick her clit.
“That…was amazing,” Lyra said, in a haze of sexual bliss. She turned her head, and Bon-Bon withdrew her tongue. A small grin came to her face. “Get your pussy over here.”
Bon-Bon eagerly obliged. Her pussy was soaked from the magic, and as Lyra licked the juices a shiver of joy ran through Bon-Bon. Lyra then, without warning, slid her horn into Bon-Bon, using the wetness as a lubricant. Her friend cried out in surprise.
“Is that your horn?” she gasped.
Lyra giggled, and slowly rocked her head back and forth, pushing the horn in and out of Bon-Bon’s pussy. “Yes. How does it feel?”
“G-good! Weird, a bit painful, but good.”
“Painful? Do you want me to stop? I can stop if you want, just say so and I will.”
“No! Please don’t stop! It feels really good!”
Lyra continued to gently slide her horn back and forth, and imagined gently playing the lyre. The feeling of the horn, as well as the magical caress, filled Bon-Bon with an overwhelming feeling of heavenly gratification, and her gasps and moans grew louder as she climaxed until she exploded in orgasm, screaming and moaning so loudly that it almost drowned out the hammering of the rain. Pussy juice spurted from her, gathering at the base of Lyra’s horn. Bon-Bon panted for breath.
Lyra took out her horn, and Bon-Bon turned and licked her juices off of it, savoring each stroke of her tongue. Bon-Bon then moved her head back down to Lyra’s pussy, giving it a lick, and then moved upward. She circled her tongue on the rim of Lyra’s puckered ass, causing the unicorn’s eyes to widen. But she said nothing as Bon-Bon continued to lap. She then pushed her tongue inside the hole, causing the sphincter to tighten around it.
“Um, Bon-Bon…” Lyra said.
Bon-Bon took out her tongue. “Do you not like it?”
Lyra shook her head. “I’m sorry, it just feels…weird. You don’t mind, do you?”
Bon-Bon nodded, understandingly. “That’s okay.”
“But,” Lyra said, “I will do it to you…if you want.”
Bon-Bon grinned wickedly. “Yes please!”
Lyra positioned herself behind Bon-Bon, and licked the rim of her ass, causing Bon-Bon to heave a sigh of satisfaction. Lyra continued, quickening her licks, and then stuck her tongue in. She used her magic to simultaneously play with Bon-Bon’s clit, and the earth pony shook, feeling weak at the knees as sheer elation swept through her. Lyra concentrated as hard as she could to keep on working both pussy and ass, determined to give Bon-Bon as much enjoyment as she could. The remaining notes of the lyre played loudly, and several more strings snapped. There was a loud crack as the intensity of Lyra’s magic broke the body of the musical instrument, splintering it in two and leaving it nothing more than a messy pile of wood and tangled strings. Lyra ignored it, as Bon-Bon stamped her front hooves and panted, lost in delirious, rapturous bliss.
Lyra then teased Bon-Bon with the tip of her horn, first against her pussy and then her ass, and then very slowly began to push it inside of her ass. Bon-Bon squeaked with indulgent glee as Lyra pushed it further in, and began to thrust it back and forth. She continued to magically stimulate Bon-Bon’s pussy as she did so.
“Oh my!” Bon-Bon cried, “Harder! Push it harder! Keep going!”
Lyra happily obliged, and not long after Bon-Bon came hard, for the second time, with just as much intensity as the first time. Lyra continued to push as Bon-Bon yelped and gasped, lost in orgasmic oblivion. Lyra then took out her horn and began keenly licking the glistening wetness of Bon-Bon’s pussy, causing her friend to tremble and her knees to almost buckle as the intense wave of pleasure gradually subsided, replaced with an all-consuming contentment and relaxation.
Both were now exhausted and they collapsed beside each other. They looked into one another’s eyes and kissed deeply.
“That was amazing. Now I think it’s time we slept,” said Lyra, smiling at her friend and lover with half-closed eyes. She glanced over at her ruined instrument. “When I get a new lyre, I will play that song I wrote for you.”
“And then we’ll do this again…right?” said Bon-Bon hopefully.
“Yes!” Lyra closed her eyes, and held Bon-Bon close to her. “I can’t wait.”
They soon fell asleep together, and their body heat kept each other warm as the rain continued to pour outside all through the night.
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