In spite of Ponyville's overwhelming majority ratio of mares to stallions, a greater number of Lyra and Bon Bon's clients were of the opposite gender. The few mares who did call in put Lyra and Bon Bon to work. Female clients wanted the two mares to paint a picture with words and make a romantic story the caller could use as a backdrop as she pleasured herself. In contrast, stallions were content to just hear feminine moaning and panting while they jerked off.

To the stallion's credit, they were a lot easier to satisfy, but they had also caused things to become monotonous. Lyra and Bon Bon knew by heart all the right things to say to make a stallion climax and the two mares were starting to get bored. They needed some weird fetish to shake up their routine.

Lyra and Bon Bon sat around their house with their headphones on, waiting for their next call.

"Sometimes I wish we had more female callers," Lyra said, "All I know about what stallions like is what I've seen from porn. I'm much more knowledgeable about how to please mares."

"I'll second that," Bon Bon said, flirtatiously. Since their jobs revolved around making ponies cum, the romantic aspect of sex was starting to fade from their relationship. Lyra felt like she did enough dirty talk during work. The last thing she wanted to do was sound sexy during her free time. In spite of bringing multiple ponies to orgasm night after night, it had been weeks since Lyra and Bon Bon had sex.

Bon Bon did what she could to keep romance alive. She was feeling surprisingly amorous tonight and considered leaning in for a kiss. Bon Bon figured that as long as they were waiting for a call, there was time for a quick make out session. Just as she was about to make her move, the phone rang, causing Lyra and Bon Bon to jump.

"Do you want to take this one, or should I?" Lyra asked, "I was just about to go make a sandwich..."

"You go ahead," Bon Bon said, "I'll take this one." Lyra headed off to the kitchen as Bon Bon switched on her headset. She bit her lip, staring at Lyra's ass as she walked into the kitchen. Bon Bon figured she would bide her time until she could be intimate with Lyra again.

"Welcome to Frisky Fillies, where the elite meet to beat their meat!" Bon Bon said to the caller, cheerfully, "Candy Ass, your sex goddess, speaking; Chatterbox ain't here." After having advanced to become the head of the company, Chatterbox no longer took calls herself. In spite of this, she was still so famous for her phone sex prowess that ponies still asked for her by name. Lyra and Bon Bon had grown used to automatically telling callers that their boss was unavailable to join in the fun.

Not wanting to miss her marefriend's latest call, Lyra decided to make her sandwich in the living room. She brought along all the ingredients she would need. A banana, a jar of creamy peanut butter and white bread. It was Lyra's favorite.

In spite of Bon Bon's frequent attempts to take Lyra out to eat at fancy restaurants, the unicorn never showed much interest. Lyra was a mare of simple tastes and Bon Bon's fancy chocolates and other delicacies were wasted on her. As far as Lyra was concerned, peanut butter was the pinnacle of provision perfection.

Bon Bon was still waiting to hear a word from her client. She had dealt with nervous callers before, who were embarrassed to be using a sex hotline, but she'd never had a caller as shy as this. All Bon Bon could make out were faint, barely-audible squeaks.

"You're going to have to speak up," Bon Bon said, "I can't hear you." Lyra unscrewed the jar of peanut butter and levitated a knife to scoop some out for her sandwich.

"Okay," the client said in a scared tone, "Is this better?" Bon Bon recognized the voice as being female.

"Oh, you're a mare!" Bon Bon said, surprised, "Well, don't you worry, little filly. The main office directed you to me because Candy Ass knows how to pleasure mares. I'll do anything you want over the phone. Suck tits and tease clits. Buck asses to please lasses. I'll make you shout, while you rub one out."

Lyra put on her headset, so she could hear the client's side of the conversation as well. She switched over to Bon Bon's channel, but left her mic turned off so as not to interrupt anything. The caller's voice was so filled with so much shame and embarrassment that Lyra and Bon Bon could feel her blushing through the phone.

"Actually...," the mare said, forcing herself to utter the words, "I want you to suck my dick... You know, if that's alright with you..." The mare's request had an odd sense of timing, because at that very moment, Lyra was levitating a big, yellow banana to add to her sandwich. Lyra stared at the phallic symbol, then looked at Bon Bon. The two mares stared at each other with unsure faces.

"She wants you to suck her dick?" Lyra asked Bon Bon skeptically. Bon Bon nodded in the affirmative.

"You know she has no dick, right?" Lyra asked, knowingly.

"I know she has no dick." Bon Bon said, forgetting to turn her mic off. She covered her mouth with her hoof and listened to the client's response.

"I'd like to have a dick," the caller said, wistfully. This was a new one for Lyra and Bon Bon. Out of all their callers, they'd never met a fantasy futa before; let alone a futa shy as her. Remembering her professionalism, Bon Bon was determined to fulfill her client's fantasy.

"You're going to need to tell me a little bit about yourself," Bon Bon said, "How big are you?" Lyra took the first bite of her sandwich and was washing it down with a glass of milk.

"I'm eighteen inches long," the caller said, humbly. Bon Bon looked shocked and Lyra snorted into her glass of milk. Eighteen inches was a half the length of a pony's body and double the length of a well-endowed stallion. Milk dribbled down Lyra's chin as she laughed uncontrollably.

"eighteen inches?!" Lyra said, in disbelief, "Now we know who to call when we need something to hang our towels on!" Even though Lyra's mic was off, Bon Bon gestured for her marefriend to keep her voice down, less she offend the client.

"Do you also have balls or...?" Bon Bon asked cautiously. She wasn't sure about the mechanics of he-mares. Bon Bon wondered if the caller still had a vagina in addition to a penis. Was the penis supposed to be located above her marehood? Did it emerge out of her pussy? She had so many questions.

"No," the client responded calmly, "It just grew out from under the hood of my clit. There are no balls."

"Then how's she supposed to jizz?" Lyra asked dubiously. Bon Bon whispered for her marefriend to keep quiet. This was the customer's fantasy. It could be whatever she wanted.

"Oh yes. I can see that now," Bon Bon said, playing along, "And your shaft is as big around as my hooves! I can't even fit your head in my mouth." Lyra knew this could be very entertaining scenario if she played her cards right. Switching her mic on, Lyra joined the party.

"Mind if I watch?" Lyra asked. The caller let out a scared squeak.

"Aah! Who's there?" the client said, nervously, "I was told this was completely private."

"It is," Lyra said, reassuringly, "I'm G-String, Candy Ass's helper. Her mouth is stretched around your massive cock head, so I'll be providing the commentary."

Bon Bon gave a look of confused disapproval as her marefriend hijacked the call, but she wasn't going to stop it. Bon Bon had her fore-hoof in her mouth to simulate the client's imaginary huge shlong. Muffled moans escaped her lips as she slobbered all over her hoof.

"Your knob's urethra is the size of a small vagina," Lyra said, "Candy Ass wraps her fore-hooves around your shaft and pulls it closer. Her mouth covers your pee hole as she sticks her tongue deep inside. Greedily, she swallows a thin stream of precum as it leaks from your massive cock." Bon Bon made some slurping and gulping sounds.

"Ohh," the caller groaned as she pleasured herself. After a few moments of slurping and sucking, the caller told Candy Ass to stop. The client informed the two mares that she was removing her cock from Candy Ass's mouth and walking around to her backside.

"I rest my left fore-hoof on her back," the caller said, "Then I stand on my hind legs and raise my cock with my other fore-hoof. A thin stand of her saliva drips from my tip. I want to spank her with my dick." Lyra was impressed that the client wanted to play a big enough role in describing some events herself. Most clients just let Lyra and Bon Bon do all the creative work. As the client grunted, Lyra simulated the sounds of spanking by loudly slapping her arm against her other fore-hoof.

"You've been a bad filly," the caller said, "and bad fillies get spanked." Bon Bon moaned and made sensual screams. She expressed her disbelief that she was actually being paddled by a penis.

"Your hard meat slapping against my butt is such a turn on!" Bon Bon moaned, "My pussy's already drenched." Lyra wanted to see how crazy she could make this scenario.

"Well?" Lyra asked expectantly, "Don't you want to stick it inside her?" Lyra gave Bon Bon a wink.

"Oh yes," the client said, "But I couldn't. I'm too big. she'd never be able to take me."

"Nonsense," Lyra said, "We call her Candy Ass because her sphincter stretches like taffy. You'll be able to fit it in, and it'll be the tightest screw you've ever had in your life." There was a moment of silence as the caller thought it over.

"My friends did tell me asserting myself could be fun," the client said, warming up to the idea. Lyra told her that the best kind of assertive was insertive. When the caller agreed to sodomize Candy Ass, Lyra and Bon Bon described the lubing of her cock in detail. They told her how they were coating her dick and Candy Ass's butthole in oils. Finally everypony was prepared for the anal penetration.

"Just look at the scared expression on Candy Ass's face," Lyra said to the caller, "No amount of lube can fully prepare her for the punishment you're about to give. Her sphincter tightens in fear, because she knows your eighteen inches of hard mare meat threatens to pummel her pooper." The client was dripping wet and ready to go.

"Don't be shy," the caller said, psyching herself up, "Stick it in her brown eye!" With that sentence, the client screamed as she imagined her bulbous cock head stretching Candy Ass's rectum beyond its normal limits.

"Oh, Celestia, my poor ass!" Bon Bon wailed, "I'm not going to be able to sit for weeks!" Lyra gave commentary as she described the mare thrusting into Candy Ass's backdoor; her cock sinking in a few inches further each time.

"You're about nine inches deep and have entered her intestines," Lyra said, "I've never seen a colonoscopy performed with a cock before. Feeling your obscene, swollen pony pole sliding inside her is making Candy Ass so hot." Bon Bon made pained shouts and heavy breathing into her mouthpiece. She tried to imagine what this might feel like in real life to put on a convincing performance for the customer.

"Have mercy!" Bon Bon screamed, "I can feel your giant goo bazooka snaking its way into my belly!" The caller was breathing heavily as she continued to pleasure her pearl.

"Candy Ass's intestines are rearranging themselves to accommodate your girth!" Lyra said, "Her entire body is submitting itself to your desires. I don't think anypony has ever had this much dick inside them before." The caller moaned and panted as she stimulated herself. Eventually, Lyra informed her that she had bottomed out inside Candy Ass.

"You can't go any further," Lyra said, "her anal ring is gripping the base of your eighteen inch cock." Bon Bon described what was going on inside her body. Bucking every medical convention, the client's member had somehow managed to travel through fifty feet of pony intestines. The full length of Bon Bon's poop chute was wrapped tight around the shaft like a fleshy cock sleeve. The mare's knob had forced its way from Bon Bon's ass to her stomach.

"Now she doesn't have to swallow your jizz," Lyra said, playfully, "You can just dump cum directly into her belly." In spite of achieving goals not attainable in the physical world, the client wasn't satisfied yet.

"I want to go deeper!" she said, while furiously masturbating, "I want to skewer her like a shish kabob!" Lyra and Bon Bon exchanged disbelieving looks. Lyra tried to keep from cracking up.

"Fortunately for you, I happen to be a unicorn," Lyra said, smirking, "I'll just cast a spell to double the length of your cock." Lyra didn't really know any growing magic; but this was all pretend anyways, so what did it matter?

Lyra described a glowing aura emanating from her horn and landing on the base of the mare's cock, which caused it to start growing. As the member engorged itself further, Lyra told the mare to lean over Candy Ass and hold her down.

"Don't let her slip away," Lyra said, "Keep a tight grip." Bon Bon made choking sounds to simulate the length of the engorged cock traveling up her throat. The mare held Candy Ass until the spell was finished. Her cock stopped growing once it reached a ridiculous three feet in length.

The mare's yard-long penile python had entered Candy Ass's tight back door and emerged on the other side, poking out of her mouth.

"Your knob is stopping Candy Ass from closing her jaw," Lyra said, "Her eyes are bugging out and she's drooling. The shape of her entire body has conformed to the size of your dick." Lyra said that it was impossible, but somehow Candy Ass was still alive through all of this abuse. Bon Bon made pathetic sputtering and gurgling sounds.

"Candy Ass," Lyra said, reproachfully, "How many times have I told you to not talk with your mouth full?" Bon Bon shot her marefriend a scolding look. Lyra then described the actions of the caller pumping Candy Ass up and down on her cock.

"You sit down as her body contours to every vein and wrinkle of your hot shaft," Lyra said, "Every time you pull out, your knob retracts down her throat and she's able to close her mouth. When you push forward, your cock head presses against the back of her teeth and forces her mouth open." Based on the moans and groans of the client, Lyra and Bon Bon could tell she was reaching her peak.

"Your body is mine! Mine!" the caller screamed manically to Bon Bon as she came, "YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE ME!" The mare gave an orgasmic scream as Bon Bon gave a muffled shout. Lyra got excited and started to describe the climax of their caller's cock.

"Your first blast of cum fires directly out of Candy Ass's open mouth and splatters with terrific force against the far wall," Lyra said, "Wanting her to savor your seed as well, you pull out half of your cock out, so that your knob is back in Candy Ass's belly. You pump load after load directly into her stomach, causing it to swell." Bon Bon has an unpleasant flashback to their previous job at the local sperm bank, but she decided not to dwell on it. Now that her mouth was clear, Bon Bon was free to talk again.

"I can feel your hot, salty jizz filling my belly," Bon Bon said, "There's too much for me to hold! I can feel it moving up my..." Bon Bon's sentence was cut off as she started to gurgle. Lyra described the sheer amount of pony paste in Candy Ass was too much for her to contain. Her sweaty form twitched spastically as the excess cum flowed out of her mouth. The cock head left Candy Ass's rear with a loud pop. Her gaping sphincter was ruined beyond any hope of recovery as sticky jizz spilled out of it.

"Your copious amounts of semen pour out of her ass and mouth as her body struggles to regain its normal shape," Lyra said, "You leave her looking more like a broken condom than a pony. She is the latest conquest for your monstrous, three-foot-long, throbbing cock."

"Woo hoo," the caller said, quietly as she basked in her afterglow, "That was the best clop session I've ever... Angel Bunny?! How long have you been standing there watching me?! Ew, you got your bunny batter all over my rug!" There was a scuffle as the caller left the phone to apparently chase a rabbit. A moment later, she returned and picked up the receiver.

"I'm sorry, but I've got to go," she said, "I need to teach a naughty little rabbit a lesson about respecting mommy's private time. Thank you for playing along with me. It was fun to be so assertive, even if it was just pretend." Before they could say another word, the mare hung up the phone.

Lyra and Bon Bon sat there for a moment. Neither of them knew what to say. Bon Bon remembered her attempt to get some alone time with Lyra. She seductively walked over to her marefriend and nuzzled her neck.

"You were great," Bon Bon said to her marefriend, "So creative. You really brought her fantasy to life."

"What about you?" Lyra asked, "You were pretty great yourself. My descriptions would have rang hollow without your vulgar sounds backing them up." Bon Bon blushed. She was about to lean in for a kiss, when the phone rang. The frustrated mare watched as Lyra answered the call. It was the second time tonight Bon Bon had been vulva blocked.

"Welcome to Frisky Fillies," Lyra said, "Where the elite meet to beat their meat. G-String, your sex queen, speaking. Chatterbox ain't here... oh, hello, Chatterbox." Bon Bon looked up, surprised. Why was their boss calling them? She waited anxiously for Lyra to finish the conversation.

"Uh huh. Uh huh," Lyra said, "I think we can do that... No. I'm sure it will be great for business... Alright. Thanks for calling. Bye." Bon Bon stared at Lyra, as though her marefriend's expression held a clue as to what was going on. Unable to decipher it on her own, Bon Bon broke the silence.

"What's going on?" Bon Bon asked.

"Chatterbox arranged for us to appear on a raunchy radio program to talk about our careers," Lyra said, "She feels the exposure could really give Frisky Fillies a boost in business."

"What's the program?" Bon Bon asked.

"The Howie Tern Show," Lyra replied, ominously.