Lyra and Bon Bon sat in the main offices of Frisky Fillies Fone Follies. Unbeknownst to Bon Bon, the jobs they were applying for did not involve cheering up and inspiring ponies by sending thoughtful messages over the phone. In actuality, it was a pay-by-the-minute sex hotline; but Lyra wasn't about to tell her marefriend that.

"Bons really has to stop being so naive," Lyra thought, "She'll never learn anything if I always spell it out for her. I'm curious to see just how far I can take this prank."

"Lyra Heartstrings and Bon Bon," the receptionist said, "Chatterbox will see you now." The two mares got up and walked into the backroom. As they entered Chatterbox's office, Lyra was surprised by how clean it was. She thought her prank would have been spoiled the moment they walked through the front doors. She imagined some pornographic poster or other graphic image would indicate to Bon Bon the explicit nature of the business; but aside from the obvious sexual name, the rest of Frisky Fillies looked quite professional and respectable.

Behind the desk sat a tan-colored mare. She had a light and dark green, two-tone, frizzy-styled mane and a cutie mark which depicted a bright red present tied in a green bow with a toothy smile on the side of the box. A thin silver ring pierced her left nostril.

"Take a seat fillies," Chatterbox said in a seductive tone that caused every syllable she uttered to drip with sex. Lyra wondered if she had always talked that way, or if years in the phone sex business had altered her voice to sound like she was orgasming with every sentence.

"I understand you two are here for the, mmmmph... phone operator positions?" Chatterbox moaned, throatily while arching her eyebrows. Lyra stared at Bon Bon, who was looking at Chatterbox. Lyra thought for sure the jig was up. Bon Bon would have to question the mannerisms of the simmering sexpot before them... but she didn't. All the sexual overtones went completely over Bon Bon's head.

"Yes please," Bon Bon said, "We need the work, but it's more than just that. This is something I've always wanted to do!"

Bon Bon had a career as a comedian because she loved to make ponies laugh. She saw this new job as an extension of spreading good feelings. Lyra tried not to laugh as her marefriend dug herself a deeper and deeper hole. Lyra was content to let Bon Bon handle all the talking during the interview.

"Have you had any experience with making these kinds of calls before?" Chatterbox asked, erotically.

"Sure," Bon Bon said, "When I was a little filly I used to call up my grandma every weekend and talk to her for hours." Back in the waiting room, the receptionist jumped when Lyra let out a loud, raucous laugh.

It was later that night. Lyra and Bon Bon sat by two phones in their home, awaiting their first call. Since they had registered with Frisky Fillies, the main office would be redirecting clients to them.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me it was a phone sex hotline!" Bon Bon said. Her face had been beet red since the interview. Only now was the color starting to leave her cheeks.

"Would you have gone to the interview if you knew the truth?" Lyra asked, "Besides, it's called 'Frisky Fillies.' What else did you think that meant?"

"I thought frisky meant full of energy," Bon Bon said, defensively, "You know? Like a frisky puppy?" Lyra shook her head pitiably.

She was the one who had taken charge during the interview after Bon Bon was too embarrassed to continue. Lyra assured Chatterbox that telling jokes and being a funny entertainer was Bon Bon's trademark. Lyra had reasoned that it took a special talent to make a stallion laugh while cumming. The unique new talent intrigued Chatterbox, so she gave them their own extension. Lyra had successfully faked her way through the interview, but she needed to make sure Bon Bon could handle this job.

"Do you think you know what to do?" Lyra asked, "Let's hear your sexy moaning." Bon Bon inhaled deeply, then breathed out through her nose.

"Oh baby. Oh baby. Oh baby," Bon Bon said in a passionless monotone. Lyra did a facehoof.

"Ugh," she said, "You call that sexy moaning? Bons, I don't think you've caught the vision of what being a phone sex operator is all about." Lyra stood up and gave her marefriend a motivational speech.

"When a stallion calls us, we are like unchiseled marble to him," Lyra said, "He doesn't know what we look like, who we are or how we're feeling. He has to use his imagination, and our job is to indulge his fantasies. Like a gifted sculptor, we must shape his vision of us and convince him that we are more than cold statues. The stallion must believe that we are his dreams made reality. Our goal is to make him fall in love with his creation, just like the story of Pig-malion. If he wants a pegasus, we become pegasi. If he wants a blonde, we become blondes. We become and say whatever he wants. With every grunt or groan he makes, we offer words of encouragement to help bring him closer to his climax. Remember that we are not objectifying ourselves. We are not the statues. The visions we create are what we sell. We are the manufacturers; shaping a block of marble based on the stallion's designs. His climax is the ultimate form of positive feedback."

"Wow," Bon Bon said, in awe, "I had no idea talking dirty over the phone was such a noble profession." Lyra smiled humbly and shrugged her shoulders.

Suddenly, their phones rang, causing both of them to jump. Lyra and Bon Bon picked the receivers up. Bon Bon listened nervously. She heard obscene, heavy breathing over the phone. She thought she was going to be sick.

"Welcome to Frisky Fillies," Lyra said sensually, "Where the elite meet to beat their meat." She awaited the caller's reply.

"Who am I speaking to?" the pervy voice asked. Lyra blushed. She wasn't about to give her name out to a customer.

"Who do you want me to be?" Lyra asked, coyly. The earth pony watched her friend's technique. Bon Bon's heart beat fast as she held the receiver close to her ear.

"You want to get down to business!" the stallion said, excitedly to Lyra, "I like that. Alright, you're an earth pony." Lyra smiled and looked over at Bon Bon. Lyra mouthed the words 'easy money' before returning her attention to the caller.

"I was told I was getting two mares," the stallion said impatiently, "Where's the other one?"

"I'm here," Bon Bon said timidly, "What can I sculpt for you today?" Bon Bon blushed and put a hoof over her mouth.

"What?" the stallion asked, perplexed. Lyra rolled her eyes. Putting her hoof over the phone's mouth piece, Lyra told Bon Bon to stick to the fantasy. She tried once more.

"So," Bon Bon said nervously to the stallion, "What do you want me to be... Mr. Sexy?" Lyra smiled a toothy grin and nodded encouragingly at Bon Bon.

"I want you to be a short-maned unicorn." Lyra and Bon Bon exchanged uncomfortable looks.

"A... a short-maned unicorn?" Bon Bon said, confirming, "You've got it... Hot Stuff." Lyra whispered for her marefriend to ease up on the pet names and let the caller decide what he wanted to be called.

"Yeah, I see these two dykes walking around Ponyville everyday; flaunting their deviant lifestyle," the stallion said, angrily, "A mint unicorn and a cream-colored earth pony." Lyra and Bon Bon were sweating. This was too uncomfortable.

"They say they're lesbians, but all they need is the right stallion between their legs to show them how wrong they are," the voice said, creepily, "And I'm that stallion."

"So we're lesbians that become breeders through your cock?" Lyra said, trying to sound respectful and failing.

"Ooo, Candy Ass, you talk dirty!" the stallion said to Lyra. Bon Bon looked back at her cutie mark and blushed. She was embarrassed to be called Candy Ass, even if he was technically talking to Lyra. The stallion was still thinking about her when he said it.

"Where's that butch unicorn?" the stallion said, "I can't wait to take her down a peg." Always an entertainer, Bon Bon gave the customer what he wanted. As though a switch had become flipped in her brain, she started speaking in a stereotypical butch, lesbian voice. Lyra was not amused.

"Right here!" Bon Bon said, gruffly, "The only phallic symbol in my life is the one on my forehead! I need a stallion like a fish needs a bicycle!" Bon Bon looked over at Lyra and winked. Lyra furrowed her brow. She blushed and covered her horn with her other fore-hoof, as though it were something obscene.

"So you don't need a stallion, huh? We'll see about that, G String," the voice said, ominously to Bon Bon, "I've got a massive hardon here. Which one of you lesbos wants to suck my dick first?"

"That's your cock?" Bon Bon said, shocked, "I thought you were hiding behind a tree!" Lyra rolled her eyes at Bon Bon. In spite of some cringe-worthy dialog, she was a lot better at talking dirty than Lyra had anticipated.

"I'm a lesbian because I've secretly always wanted a penis," Bon Bon said, as she described herself caressing the stallion's cock tenderly, "I realize now that my only chance to be happy is to find a strong stallion like you who will take care of me. I can take his cock every night and make lots and lots of foals for him."

"Pregnant and in the kitchen," the stallion moaned approvingly, "Just as nature intended."

"Mmmm" Bon Bon said, making loud, smacking sounds, "It's so big! How am I gonna fit it in all in my mouth?" Lyra was dumbstruck. What had happened to the naive Bon Bon who didn't grasp the sexual undertones of 'frisky?' The mare beside her now was talking dirty like she'd been doing it all her life. The stallion was moaning over the phone as Bon Bon continued to tease him. Unable to remain silent on the issue, Lyra put her hoof over the receiver and whispered irritatedly to Bon Bon.

"What in the name of twenty digits is going on around here?" Lyra asked, "When did you get so good at this?" Bon Bon was totally in character, rolling her tongue around in her mouth to make it sound as though she were deepthroating the stallion. When Lyra asked her a question, Bon Bon choked and made a slurping sound to indicate she was pulling a cock out of her mouth.

"Don't go away, lover," Bon Bon panted breathlessly, "I need a moment to catch my breath after nearly choking on your massive meat."

"Don't be gone too long," the stallion said, concerned, "These calls can get expensive." Covering her hoof with the receiver, Bon Bon looked at Lyra.

"Yes?" Bon Bon said, "What is it? I don't want to keep the caller waiting." Lyra was flabbergasted.

"Keep the caller waiting?!" Lyra said, "Bon Bon, listen to yourself! When did you change from a naive prude to a sexual dynamo?!"

"I'm an actor," Bon Bon explained simply, "I would never think these things myself, but if I'm pretending to be you, then the ideas just seem to come to me." In some strange way, that explanation made sense to Lyra. She was about to let Bon Bon resume her work, when another thought came to Lyra.

"Hey wait a minute!" Lyra said, suddenly, "You don't think I'm that big of a slut, do you?" Bon Bon giggled.

"Of course not," Bon Bon said, "I had to exaggerate my performance to meet the caller's expectations." Lyra smiled at Bon Bon. She was learning fast.

"So," Bon Bon said, getting back into her butch persona, "Want to help me finish this bigoted bastard off?"

"You bet." Lyra said.

"Sorry for the wait," Bon Bon said, "I was just preparing Candy Ass. Her pussy's never had anything bigger inside it than a dyke's tongue."

"I'm dripping wet now and can't wait to take your cock," Lyra said, "What position do you want to do me in?" The stallion was excited. He was about to fulfill his secret fantasy over the phone and he intended to make sure this call was worth every bit he paid for it.

"I'm lying on my back," the stallion said, "Let's do it Cowgirl style. I want to see the look on your face when your creamy cave gets stuffed for the first time." Lyra let out a moan as the stallion imagined Bon Bon sliding down his hard shaft. It was needlessly confusing.

"Oh, Celestia!" Lyra said, "My pussy has never been filled like this before! You sure know how to please a mare!"

"After I'm done with you, no filly fooler will ever be able to satisfy you again!" the stallion said, getting excited, "G String! Suck my balls while I screw your marefriend's pussy!" Bon Bon made obscene sucking sounds while Lyra bounced up and down, panting heavily.

"Mmm, yes. Yes! Oh buck, yes!" Lyra said, "I can't take it anymore! You're too good! Can I cum all over your cock?" The stallion smirked and gave her permission.

"Aaaah!" Lyra said, as she pretended to orgasm, "I've never cum so much at once before! You showed me what I've been missing all these years!" After her 'orgasm' subsided, Lyra informed the stallion she was dismounting his member.

"I can smell my pussy juice all over your cock," Lyra said, "I wonder if it tastes as good as it smells?" Lyra made it sound as though she was running her tongue along his slippery shaft. Bon Bon's lips were getting tired from making the constant sucking noises. She made a loud smack sound to indicate that she had released his balls.

"Mmm," Bon Bon said, "Your sweaty sack is so salty and yummy! I could suck on it all day; but right now I think you'd prefer it if I get a big mouthful of your hot jizz. What do you say, lover? Are you ready to blow your load all over our faces? We're huddled together with our mouths open." Lyra and Bon Bon both made an expectant "Aaah" sound to indicate that their mouths were open.

The stallion pumped himself furiously. He could see the mares in his mind's eye. The were sweaty and submissive. Just the way he liked them.

"Get ready fillies," the stallion said, "Here comes the facial!"

"Oh no!" Lyra said suddenly, "You forgot to lock the door! Radiant Hope and Glowing Charity walked in and are watching you clop!" Atomic Faith panicked and whipped his head around quickly, but he was too far gone to delay his orgasm from coming. When he looked back around at the door, he saw that it was still locked. Just as he left it.

The surprise of checking to make sure he was still alone meant that he forgot to take the necessary precautions to minimize the mess of his orgasm. Atomic Faith's jizz shot into the air and landed on the floor, the pillow and his chest. He lay there panting; partially from his orgasm, but also panting from the relief of knowing that his wife and daughter hadn't walked in on him clopping.

"Who is this?" Atomic Faith said angrily, "How do you know who I am? I'm going to call your main office and see to it that both of you are fired!"

"I don't think you'll do that," Bon Bon said, "Not unless you want a recording of this little call getting back to your wife." Bon Bon was bluffing. There was no tape, but Atomic Faith didn't know that.

"No. You... you aren't allowed to record calls," Atomic Faith said, desperately, "You're bluffing!"

"Haven't you ever heard of demo tapes?" Bon Bon asked, "I gave one of my best performances tonight. You'd better believe I'm going to record it."

"You'd be less easy to blackmail if you weren't so misogynistic," Lyra said, "but that's the price you pay for being in the public eye."

"What are you going to do?" Atomic Faith said, panicking, "If that tape gets out, I'll be ruined!"

"We'll keep the tape nice and safe here," Bon Bon said, "Nopony else will ever hear your voice on this recording unless you report us to Frisky Fillies. If that happens, then all of Ponyville is going to hear all about this, including your wife."

"Never call Frisky Fillies again," Lyra said, "If you ever have the urge to get your rocks off, but your wife won't put out, why not consider donating to your local cryobank?"

"You..." Atomic Faith said, in disbelief. It slowly dawned on him who he was talking to. Lyra and Bon Bon hung up on him. Atomic Faith lay on the floor sweaty and surrounded by his sticky semen.

"Stupid dykes," he mumbled.

Lyra and Bon Bon fell back laughing hysterically.

"I wish we had been recording that call," Lyra said, "Did you hear the terror in his voice? When we told him his wife and kid were watching, it sounded like he dropped a deuce in fear!"

"I think I'm going to enjoy this job," Bon Bon said, smiling. The two mares lay on the floor. Their hearts beat fast as the adrenaline generated by the phone call was still pumping through their bodies. Lyra and Bon Bon looked into each other's eyes.

"G String," Bon Bon said, affectionately.

"Candy Ass," Lyra said, lovingly. After a few minutes, Lyra stood up and moved the phones back to their original locations.

"I don't know about you," Lyra said, smiling devilishly, "but hearing you say all those dirty things has made me horny."

"You're a unicorn," Bon Bon said, getting up off the ground, "you're always horny." Lyra stared at Bon Bon. That was considered the least-funny joke in all of unicorn humor, but Lyra's pussy was too wet for her to care at the moment.

"Sorry, bad joke," Bon Bon said, "So, do you want to do it?"

"Ew, gay," Lyra said, scrunching up her nose, "Not with you! You don't have a penis." The two mares stared at each other smirking. They both tried to keep straight faces, which was difficult. Unable to hold back any longer, Lyra and Bon Bon burst out laughing.

"Bwa ha ha ha!" Bon Bon laughed, "A penis! That's a good one!" Lyra put her fore-hoof around Bon Bon's shoulder, then the two of them walked towards their bedroom. Lyra graciously let Bon Bon in the room first. As Bon Bon walked past her marefriend, Lyra slapped Bon Bon's ass. She let out a squeak, then giggled. Lyra followed Bon Bon inside and closed the door behind them. In the minds of both mares, they thought this new job would work out just fine.