After being featured on The Howie Tern Show, Frisky Fillies was thrust into the national spotlight. This sudden spike in popularity came as a surprise to all who worked there; especially Lyra and Bon Bon, who were the most affected.

After their interview, Lyra and Bon Bon became overnight celebrities in the phone sex industry. For the first time in years, ponies had stopped asking to talk to Chatterbox, and a majority of all calls from the main office were now being directed to Lyra and Bon Bon. Everypony wanted to talk with their phone sex personas, Candy Ass and G-String.

Once it became public knowledge that Candy Ass and G-String were lesbian lovers in real life, Lyra and Bon Bon saw an influx of mare callers who wanted to have their lesbian fantasies made real from a couple with experience.

While a majority of their new business came from mares, there were still plenty of horny stallions calling them with some kind of oddball fetish or fantasy.

Lyra and Bon Bon's phones were constantly ringing from dusk 'til dawn. They worked all night and slept during the day. They were both getting sick of the hours, but they couldn't argue with the money. Even raising their rates had failed to curb their increase of callers

It was nearly dawn and Bon Bon was on a conference call with six stallions at once, who wanted to have a bukake party. Each caller was paying a separate rate, making this Bon Bon's most profitable call of the night.

"Being surrounded by so many firm stallionhoods, I feel like I've died and gone to cock heaven!" Bon Bon said gleefully, as she imitated the sounds of fellatio for her callers, "Mmmm... your dicks feel so warm inside my mouth."

"I'm cumming!" one of the stallions said, unable to contain himself further.

"Yes! Cum on me!" Bon Bon begged, emphatically, "Paint my face with your creamy jizz!" The stallions groaned as one by one they shot their wads, as they imagined their ejaculate landing all over the pretty mare.

"Oh, your hot, sticky cum got in my mane and all over my face," Bon Bon said, erotically, "Fortunately, facials are good for one's complexion. As a way of saying thank you, let me lick your cocks clean before you go." Bon Bon then made slurping and sucking noises to further pleasure her six callers as they basked in their respective afterglows.

While that was going on, Lyra was talking with two mares on different lines at the same time. It wouldn't have been so difficult, except one was a sadist, while the other was a masochist and Lyra was having a difficult time keeping the calls straight.

"Oh yes mistress! Please whip me!" Lyra said, "Your G-String has been a very naughty filly and deserves to be punished!"

"First I'll put this ball gag in your mouth," the mare said.

Lyra made a choking sound as the sadist described how she was tightening the gag around G-String's mouth. Lyra listened to the caller crack her whip and call G-String a "dirty slut," before Lyra switched over to the other line, where her masochist caller was waiting.

"Now where were we slave?" Lyra said, changing her tone to sound stern.

"After you put the clips on my nipples, you said you were going into the backroom to get your largest strap-on," the submissive mare said, as she winced through the pain of the nipple clips.

"And so I have," Lyra said, remembering her place in this scenario, "When I finish with your ass, you'll walk funny for a week, you disgusting piece of filth." The masochist moaned in anticipation of the imminent rough sex.

"While I'm adjusting the straps of this dildo, I don't want to hear a word out of you, so keep your trap shut," Lyra said, forcefully, "Do you hear me, slave?!"

"Yes mistress," the caller said, "I'll be quiet."

Now that Lyra had bought herself some time, she switched back over to the first line, just as the sadist was finishing her whipping.

"Now I'll remove the ball gag so my slave may properly thank me for her whipping." the first mare said. Lyra gasped for breath as the caller described the gag being removed.

"Thank you for punishing me, mistress," Lyra said panting, "What are we going to do now?"

"I'm going to rub your worthless ass raw with this monster dildo," the sadist said, "Sit there and don't speak until I put it in." The first caller groaned with pleasure as she slowly inserted one end of the large dildo inside herself and began to move it in and out. She wanted to savor the moment and make her slave wait before she inflicted more pain on her.

"Yes, mistress. I won't speak," Lyra said, before quickly switching back to the second channel.

"Mistress, are you there?" the masochist asked, "Please don't leave me. I need to be punished." Lyra was about to respond, when the first mare spoke up.

"Slave! I told you not to speak!" the sadist said, angrily. Lyra's eyes went wide as she realized that she had accidentally switched her headset to conference call mode, allowing her two callers to hear each other. Fortunately, the sadist and the masochist with both so invested in their respective scenarios that neither of them realized that they weren't talking to G-String anymore. Not wanting to reveal to her callers what was going on, Lyra decided to let things play out for as long as possible.

"I'm sorry, mistress!" the masochist said, "I promise I won't speak!"

"Such insolence!" the sadist said, in a gleeful rage, "Now you're just begging to be punished!" The sadist described the rough way in which the dildo slid into the masochist's ass.

In their respective homes, the sadist continued to drive her long dildo deeper inside her pussy, while the masochist rubbed her clit as she shoved a thick dildo up her ass.

"Your ass is starting to bleed," the sadist said, eagerly.

"It hurts so much!" the masochist said, happily, "More more! I'm cumming!"

"You'll do no such thing!" the sadist said, "You're not allowed to cum before me!"

"I'm sorry, mistress," the masochist replied.

Lyra was quite entertained as she listened to both mares pleasure themselves before climaxing at the same time.

"Thanks G-String. That was amazing," both callers said in unison as they enjoyed their respective orgasms. Before either of them could figure out what was going on, Lyra interjected and ended the calls.

"Happy to help," Lyra said quickly, "Thank you for calling Frisky Fillies. Remember to ask for G-Sting for all your S&M needs." Lyra then quickly disconnected from both callers and let out an exasperated sigh.

"That was too close," Lyra thought, looking over at Bon Bon, "Taking separate calls at the same time is too much work. I need to arrange more bukake parties, like Bon Bon. That's where the real money is made."

Once Bon Bon finished her conference call, she walked over to Lyra and cuddled with her on the couch as they watched the sun rise over the hills together.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Bon Bon asked, as she watched the sun's rays creep over their windowsill and into their home. Lyra responded with a snore. Bon Bon looked up to discover that her marefriend had fallen asleep while sitting up on the couch. Lyra's head drooped, as she had exhausted herself after another long night of constant calls. Bon Bon smiled and removed Lyra's headset. She then removed her own headset and turned them both off, allowing them to charge up before tonight.

Bon Bon then walked over to the blinds and lowered them, preventing the bright rays of the sun from waking up Lyra. Walking into their bedroom, Bon Bon grabbed a couple of fluffy quilts and a downy pillow and dragged them over to Lyra. Bon Bon wrapped her marefriend up in a quilt and propped the pillow behind her head. She gave Lyra a kiss on the cheek before resting her head on her marefriend's lap. Bon Bon wrapped her body up in the other quilt and soon drifted off to sleep herself.

When Lyra awoke, the sun was already beginning to go down.

"Evening, sleepyhead," Bon Bon called out jovially from their kitchen as Lyra looked around blearily and rubbed her eyes.

"I didn't mean to sleep all day," Lyra said, as she stretched before throwing the quilt off of her.

"It's all right," Bon Bon said, as she plugged in their blender, "While you were sleeping, I went to the market and bought some groceries."

Talking for twelve hours each night was rough on their throats. In order to help preserve their moneymakers, Lyra and Bon Bon took careful steps to ensure their vocal chords remained strong.

One way they achieved this was by consuming lots of pineapple and honey, which were both known for their abilities to heal and strengthen sore throats.

Bon Bon filled half of the blender with ice, then added a cup of pineapple juice. Next, she filled the top half of the blender with pineapple chunks, before closing the lid and turning it on.

If Lyra hadn't of already been awake, this certainly would've woken her up, as the blender made a loud noise as it ground up the ice for the smoothies. Once things were more mixed, Bon Bon removed the lid and squirted in a generous amount of honey, before turning the blender back on.

When the pineapple and honey smoothies were ready, Bon Bon poured their drinks into two cups and carried them over to Lyra on a tray, which Bon Bon kept clutched in her mouth. Setting it down on the table, Bon Bon happily announced that dinner was served.

"Don't you mean breakfast?" Lyra asked flippantly as she levitated her smoothie over and took a sip through a straw. Lyra was growing tired of her job. It seemed like thankless work. Their callers never seemed to realize how much effort it took for her and Bon Bon to be sexy all the time.

The two mares sat quietly for a moment and enjoyed their throat-strengthening smoothies. The silence was soon broken by their ringing phones.

"A call?" Bon Bon said, surprised, "Already? It's not even night yet."

"Libidos aren't like the tides or marewolves," Lyra said, psyching herself up for the call, "They're not controlled by the moon. Horniness can strike at any time, day or night; and when it does, we'll be there to satisfy those carnal urges." Setting her smoothie on the table, Lyra grabbed her headset and switched it on. Bon Bon let out an disgruntled sigh as she moved Lyra's cup onto a coaster, which was mere inches away from where Lyra had set her cup down.

"Hello," Lyra said, "Welcome to Frisky Fillies, where the elite meet to beat their meat. G-String speaking, how may I serve you?"

"Hello," the caller said, in a proper Trottingham accent, "I came across your advert in the Canterlot Times and Seasons. Is it true that you'll bring any fantasy to life?"

"If you can think it, we can kink it," Lyra said, quoting their motto.

"Terif," the mare said, excitedly.

"What did you have in mind?" Lyra asked.

"Well," the caller said, apprehensively, "I've always fancied my roommate. I can't help being attracted to her, even though we're as different as Celestia and Luna."

"Well, they say that opposites attract," Lyra said, as she shot Bon Bon a sly wink. Bon Bon smiled and blew Lyra a kiss, before taking another sip of her smoothie. Eager to listen to the conversation, Bon Bon put on her headset and switched it to Lyra's channel. Bon Bon also made sure that the mic on her headset remained off.

"My roommate and I are certainly good friends," the caller said, "but for years I've longed to be intimate with her. Unfortunately, my headstrong roommate is as oblivious to my affections as she is to the world around her."

"So you want a romantic night of intimacy with your clueless roommate?" Lyra said, confirming the caller's desires, "I can make that happen."

"Finally," Lyra thought, "After dealing with all these freaky fetishes, it's good to cleanse one's palate with a little vanilla sex every now and then."

Lyra wished Bon Bon could have heard her make that metaphor. Bon Bon had been to finishing school, and actually knew what 'cleansing one's palate' meant. Lyra was just repeating what she heard Bon Bon talk about and knew she would've appreciated the reference.

"So, what's your roommate like?" Lyra asked the caller, "Describe her to me."

"She's a white unicorn with a blue mane, known for her trademark sunglasses," the mare said, "As far as public etiquette goes, she's an uncouth boor."

"Sounds like a real slob," Bon Bon said overtly to Lyra, as she raised an eyebrow at her marefriend, "I bet her roommate is always having to clean up after her." Lyra looked around the room at her dirty dishes that she had left siting there for days.

"I get the hint," Lyra said to Bon Bon after turning off her mike, "You're about as subtle as a steam engine." Bon Bon was about to retort, when the caller continued her description.

"My friend is confident to a fault," the caller added "She's so stubborn that some days I swear she's part mule. We're both at the top of our respective musical games, but our careers are quite different. While I can be found at garden parties and galas performing prim and proper classical music on my cello, my roommate feels more at home behind her turntables. She has little to no patience for any form of classical music or high art for that matter. Instead, she prefers the deafening noise of the 'techno beats' which accompany all of her disc jockey performances."

"I think I've got it," Lyra said, "So, here's the scenario. I come home late after a long night of DJing. I open the door to my room and find you wearing a silky negligee on my bed."

"She's the only adult I've ever seen who still sleeps in a race car bed," the caller said, disdainfully. Lyra was secretly jealous. This DJ sounded pretty cool by her standards.

"Let's see if you can't get your roommate to rev your engine," Lyra said, before slipping into character. The caller was getting excited as the fantasy was playing out exactly how she had imagined it in her head.

"What are you doing in my bed, uh... roommate," Lyra said, blanking on a name. The caller giggled.

"You can call me Tavi," the caller whispered, smiling.

"Tavi, it's late," Lyra said, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh, Vinyl," Tavi said, "When are you going to remove those ridiculous sunglasses of yours and see me for mare I truly am? I'm a red-blooded all-Equestrian filly with needs and desires. I've fallen in love with you, Vinyl, in spite of myself."

"I walk closer to the bed and stand beside it as you lean over to remove my sunglasses," Lyra said, "We stare into each other's eyes as the dim light of the lava lamp on my bedside table illuminates our features."

"I strip out of my negligee, but I keep the bow tie on," Tavi said, "Then, I lean in and kiss you on the lips."

"We remain locked in a passionate embrace as you slowly ease me onto the bed until I'm lying on top of you." Lyra said.

"Ooh," Tavi moaned. Lyra could tell that the caller had already begun to pleasure herself.

"I stare down at you," Lyra said, "We're both blushing from anticipation." Bon Bon felt herself becoming turned on as she listened to the erotic conversation. She took long, deliberate sips from her drink as her face began to blush. After she drank all of her smoothie, she walked back to the blender to pour herself another cup.

"Tavi, I didn't know you felt this way about me," Lyra said.

"Don't be so naive," the caller said, "You're the only mare I've ever loved."

"What are we gonna' do on the bed?" Lyra asked, coyly.

"We're going to make beautiful music together," Tavi said, passionately, "I want us to soixante-neuf!"

Lyra's eyes went wide. She had no what what a "swan tay nuff" was, but it sounded highly illegal. She looked over to Bon Bon, who had a smug expression.

"Soixante-neuf is a fancy way of saying 'sixty-nine,'" Bon Bon said, casually, "She wants you to eat her out."

"Oh," Lyra said, relieved, "Then why didn't she just say so?"

"You don't know how many lonely nights I lay in bed pleasuring myself while thinking of you," Tavi said, "When I'm on stage with my cello, all I can think about is how much I'd rather be playing your marehood like an accordion."

In her description, Lyra repositioned Vinyl's body one-hundred-and-eighty degrees until she and and Tavi were in a sixty-nine position. Tavi rubbed herself faster as Lyra vividly detailed what Vinyl was doing to her.

"I lick at your moist mound," Lyra said, "My tongue darts inside your folds as I savor some of your sweet honey." Lyra muted her mic momentarily as the description had made her thirsty. She took a long sip of her smoothie, which ended with a loud slurping sound.

"I can't believe this is finally happening," Tavi said, "I've often fantasized about surprising you while you sleep. First, I'd crawl under your covers, then lie down and start to lazily lick at your marehood. You would begin to stir uneasily as I sucked on your clitoris. Eventually, I would cause you to grunt and groan with lust in your sleep. Then I would lick you faster and faster, like a ravenous diamond dog, until your mound became a mass of slime and your body wriggled wildly." Lyra felt herself getting moist from the caller's vivid descriptions.

"If Tavi ever gets tired of the classical music scene, she could have a vibrant career as a phone sex operator," Lyra thought, "For one thing, her voice is damn sexy!"

"My darling Vinyl, whom I am trying to degrade and deprave, how on Celestia's Equestria can you possibly love a filthy thing like me?" Tavi asked, ashamedly. Lyra was determined to prove that there was nothing wrong with Tavi's feelings towards her roommate. As Lyra expressed the heartfelt desires of Vinyl, Bon Bon got a little choked up from the pure romance of it all.

"Tavi, you are my special somepony," Lyra said, looking directly at Bon Bon, "I don't know how I missed it before! You mean so much to me, and I love you in every way possible. Nopony could ever replace you in my heart. I will never let you go and I want to be with you forever and always. I love you with everything I have, and I hope you feel the same."

"Oh yes! Yes I do!" Tavi said, overjoyed, "Now fart on my face!" There was a disconnect at Lyra was certain that she had misheard that last part.

"Excuse me?" Lyra said, in stunned confusion.

"You're excused!" Tavi said enthusiastically, assuming that Lyra's use of the term was in relation to pardoning a smelly fart. Tavi sniffed the air expectantly and listened for the familiar sound of passed gas. Lyra didn't know how to react.

"I didn't hear anything," Tavi said, slightly miffed, "I guess you released a little silent but deadly? I think I can still smell it though; and is it ever deliciously rancid!"

Bon Bon and Lyra stared at each other in disbelief. Lyra wondered what had happened to the prim and proper mare she was talking dirty with a moment ago. How long had Tavi been a fart fetish fiend?

"Fart on me again!" Tavi said, "I want to hear you cut a new single from your bass cannon! One that will rattle the windows and wake the neighbors!"

Lyra didn't know how to handle this situation, but fortunately Bon Bon was able to come to her rescue. Switching on her mic, Bon Bon pressed her two fore-hooves against her cheeks and blew a big raspberry.

"Frrrppprprprprprprpffffrrrrfffft!" Bon Bon said. The caller groaned in perverse pleasure as she listened to the sound of a mare farting.

"Oh Vinyl, my sweet naughty little songbird," Tavi said, "I would know your farts anywhere. I think I could pick yours out in a room full of farting mares. Your anal acoustics end with an adorable little squeak that drives me wild. You don't produce the wet, windy farts which I imagine fat mares have. No, your sphincter whistle is sudden, dry and dirty; like the fart of a bold filly in a school dormitory at night. My one wish is for you to release a constant stream of farts on my face until my coat is permanently stained with your exquisite stink!" As bizarre as she thought it was, Lyra was determined to give the customer what she wanted, with Bon Bon providing sound effects.

"Alright my dirty filly," Lyra said, "I'll continue to lick your pussy while rubbing my sweaty buttcrack against your nose. I had an extra large cauliflower, cabbage and bean burrito for dinner; so get ready, because my farts will be the most odious things you've ever experienced." Bon Bon punctuated her marefriend's statement by making a quick series of fart sounds.

"Prrrlrppp, prrllllrppps, prrrrrppp, phurt, plorp, plorp!" Bon Bon said.

"Each short burst of flatulence that hits your face reeks of my burrito," Lyra said, "The sour stench makes your eyes burn and water; but you don't care, because you're a dirty little mare who loves to smell my farts."

"It's true!" Tavi screamed as she pleasured herself, "I am a dirty little mare! Sing for me, my farting songbird!" Somehow, Lyra knew instinctively what Tavi wanted to hear.

"Beans, beans, the musical fruit.
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you toot, the better you feel,
So let's have beans at every meal!" Lyra sang jovially. Tavi stopped masturbating long enough to applaud Lyra's singing.

"Bravo! Bravo!" Tavi said, clopping her slickened fore-hooves together, "If it's alright with you, I actually have a poem which I'd like to recite." Lyra said that she'd love to hear it

"Yesterday, though, we heard the king of farts.
It smelled as sweet as honey tarts.
While it wasn't in the strongest of voice,
It still came on as a powerful noise." Tavi said.

"What a lovely poem," Lyra said, "Who wrote it?"

"Only one of the greatest classical composers who ever lived," Tavi said, matter-of-factly, "Notes Art!" Lyra and Bon Bon looked at each other in surprise. They had no idea that Notes Art, one of Equestria's greatest musical geniuses, had a fart fetish.

"And we can't forget about Lick My Ass," Tavi said.

"Whatever you want," Lyra said, getting back into character, "I stick my tongue between your crack and..."

"No no, silly filly," Tavi said, interrupting, "Lick My Ass is the name of Notes Art's most controversial and least well known musical composition."

"Seriously?" Lyra said, "You're telling me that Notes Art, a hallmark of high culture and sophistication for more than two centuries, actually wrote a song entitled Lick My Ass?"

"He also wrote the lyrics for the piece," Tavi said, "I'll sing it to you, provided you lick my ass while I do it."

"You got it!" Lyra said, as she made slurping sounds into the phone as Tavi started to sing.

"Lick my ass nicely,
Lick it nice and clean,
Nice and clean, lick my ass.
That's a greasy desire,
Nicely buttered,
Like the licking of roast hay, my daily activity.
Three will lick more than two,
Come on, just try it,
And lick, lick, lick.
Everypony lick their ass for themselves." Tavi sang as Lyra continued making obscene licking and slurping sounds.

"Beautiful," Lyra said, "Notes Art really knew how to put the ass in classical music."

"Quite," Tavi said, "But that's enough licking. What I need now are more of your heavenly farts! Sit on my face! I want to feel your gas blasts directly on my nose!" Lyra made grunting sounds as she described Vinyl's ass hanging directly above Tavi's face.

"I sit up and use my fore-hooves to spread my butt cheeks as I plant myself on your face," Lyra said, "The weight of my body presses your nose deeper between my alabaster fat cushions as I smear your face with my greasy ass sweat." Tavi giggled giddily as she held a pillow over her face and imagined her roommate sitting on her.

"I rock back and forth, grinding my sphincter against your nose," Lyra said, "My blue tail swishes erratically as I build up to a massive fart!" Bon Bon made sound to imitate a churning stomach, before cutting loose with a large fart sound.

"FFFLLRRPRPRPRFFrrrrppppeffffftt!" Bon Bon said.

"My body spasms as a powerful, thick and utterly raunchy fart erupts right onto your face," Lyra said, "My ass cheeks ripple from the sheer force of my gas." Tavi could be heard gasping for breath as she removed the pillow. The cellist was so happy, that she was on the verge of crying tears of joy.

"Oh, my sweet little songbird," Tavi said blissfully, "The fat dirty farts which come spluttering out of your backside have made me so happy! If I could bottle it, I'd wear the scent of your gas like perfume at all times as a reminder of our love! No joy compares to hearing and smelling your filthy filly farts going 'pop pop' out of your pretty white bum." Lyra felt it was time to kick things up a notch.

"You put your soft lips against my greasy asshole," Lyra said, "I shudder as I feel your hot breath on my anus and release a steaming hot fart directly down your throat."

"Bhpphphphrrrtht," Bon Bon said. Tavi moaned as she imagined the feeling of the gas filling her throat. Her marehood was flowing freely as a result of her intense arousal.

"Your ass is quite full of farts tonight, my darling, and I brought them all out of you," Tavi said, proudly, "Big fat backdoor trumpets, long windy toot flutes, quick little merry cracks and lots of tiny little naughty malodorous melodies ending in a long gush from your hole. It's a wonderful thing to pleasure a farting mare, when every stimulation drives more farts out of her." Tavi described herself teasing Vinyl's clit with her hoof as the DJ continued to fart down the cellist's throat.

"I relax my ass muscles as a thick cloud of gas fills your mouth, which you greedily suck down," Lyra said.

"BLORT!" Bon Bon said.

"Oh, my sweet dirty little farter," Tavi said, "Fill my nose with more of your sulfur-scented symphony!"

"I move my sphincter off of your mouth and begin to rub it roughly against your nose and release a wafting gust of fetid fumes onto your face," Lyra said.

"Pppphhhhbbbt!" Bon Bon said. Tavi was in ecstasy as she desperately tried to bring herself to orgasm.

"My last blast of gas from my anal sauna is so humid that it actually makes your bow tie wilt," Lyra said, "My pussy is sopping wet and dripping its fluids onto your neck and chin."

By the way Tavi was moaning, Lyra and Bon Bon could tell she was close to cumming. Wanting to end on a high note, the two marefriends were determined to pull out all the stops for this last fart.

"THPPTPHTPHPHHPHTHPPTPHTPHPHHPH!" Bon Bon said.

"The entire room shakes with the sound of my incredible fart," Lyra said, "Its triumphant trumpeting sound can be heard throughout the neighborhood, and its aroma is nothing short of legendary. The force of my own fart sends me into convulsions and I cum hard. My orgasm splats onto your neck and drenches your bow tie in mare lube. The smell of my fart is so thick that you can actually see the greenish gas as it rushes from my ass, like a whirlwind in my bowels, and explodes straight onto your face. "

"Oh, Vinyl!" Tavi said, having been brought to the edge, "I've reached my crescendo!" The caller sang out a high note in perfect pitch as she came. Tavi relished her fart-based orgasm, but wanted to further punctuate it with the smelly gas she craved. Lyra heard a faint clicking sound, as though somepony had just picked up a telephone receiver.

"I need more!" Tavi screamed passionately, "Fart all over my face!" Bon Bon was inhaling and about to blow another huge raspberry, when she was interrupted by an unidentified voice, who had picked up a different phone in Tavi's house.

"Octavia?" the voice said, "Who are you talking to?"

"Vinyl!" Octavia shouted in horrified surprise. The mare was still riding out her orgasm as she lay spread eagle with her heart beating fast. She was glad that she had locked her door, so that her roommate couldn't walk into her room and catch her laying on her back, in a puddle of her own juices.

"I... uh..." Octavia said, blushing, "What are you doing home so early? I thought you had a performance tonight!"

"First of all, it's called a gig, not a performance," Vinyl said, "Second, my gig tonight was DJing for the 'Enchantment Under the Sea' dance at Ponyville Retirement Village; so needless to say, everypony went to bed pretty early. And thirdly, who the buck were you talking to when I picked up the phone? It sounded like you were asking them to fart on your face."

"Well, you see..." Octavia said, "What I said was..." The cellist could see her world crumbling around her. She hadn't wanted Vinyl to find out about her secret fetish like this!

"Fart on her face?" Bon Bon said, joining the conversation, "Good gracious! Is that what you thought she said? How vulgar!" Lyra and Octavia were both listening intently to Bon Bon, wondering where she was going with this.

"If she didn't say that," Vinyl said, "then what did she say?"

"She said she wanted us to fard all over her face," Bon Bon said, reassuringly, "Fard means to apply makeup. My associate and I are from Neighvon cosmetics and your roommate was just placing an order for our complete line of beauty supplies." Lyra stood amazed at Bon Bon's quick thinking. Emboldened to help their customer salvage her reputation, Lyra joined Bon Bon in order to to back up her story.

"That's right!" Lyra said, "Our products are so convenient, they enable you to fard wherever you go! We even arrange farding parties, where mares sample some of our cosmetics and take turns farding on each other!"

"Ordering makeup over the phone?" Vinyl said, sounding thoroughly convinced and repulsed, "I should've known it'd be some kind of girly nonsense."

"Some of us do try to look classy when we go out," Octavia said, secretly relieved that her fetish had been successfully concealed.

"Whatever," Vinyl said, "I just wanted to use the phone to order some take out."

"Well I'm not finished placing my order," Octavia said, "My purse is on the kitchen table. Take some money and go out and get some of that cheap fast food you enjoy."

"Alright, I'll go get a three bean burrito and broccoli shake from Taco Burro," Vinyl said, "You want anything?"

"I'll get what I want later," Octavia said, in perverse anticipation.

Vinyl hung up the phone with a click. Octavia paused until she heard her roommate go out the front door.

"Thank you so much, G-String," Octavia said, relieved, "You saved my reputation."

"Happy to help," Lyra said, "But let me introduce you to Candy Ass. She was the real one who saved the day. She's also the one who provided the farts for this phone call."

"Charmed, I'm sure," Bon Bon said.

"Well my dear," Octavia said to Bon Bon, "It would seem that your way with words is as skilled as your way with winds."

"One does try one's best," Bon Bon said, modestly, "But I have to ask, when did you first realize that you loved farts?"

"I wasn't allowed toys as a filly," Octavia said, "My parents were very strict and insisted that my studies come first. One day while I was waiting for a bus to take me home from my cello practice, I found a doll that had been left abandoned at the bus stop. It was a Fartypants doll. When you squeezed her belly, she made the most irreverent flatulence noises. Being my only toy, I kept Fartypants hidden from my parents and would play with her whenever I was alone." Octavia let out a nostalgic sigh before continuing.

"I guess in a way, farting helps me remember the carefree moments of my youth," Octavia said, "I had spent all of my young life studying music and sound, but I was most fascinated with the music produced from the anus. At first it was just the sound, but as I grew older, the smell also became enticing. Whenever a fart was released in a crowded elevator, I would lean in close while others inched away." Lyra and Bon Bon looked at each other as they listened intently to their caller's backstory.

"Even today, the brassy sounds of a tuba make me moist," Octavia said, "I love farts. They're the perfect blend of sound and smell."

"Whatever happened to your Fartypants doll?" Bon Bon asked.

"I've kept her in the same hiding spot since I was little," Octavia said, "She's tucked away safely inside my cello."

"Well, you've definitely given me a newfound respect for farts," Lyra said.

"And I have a newfound respect for your occupation," Octavia said, "It's clear to me that this isn't just a job for you. You two genuinely care about your customers and you have my sincere gratitude."

"Thank you for choosing Frisky Fillies," Lyra said, "where the customer cums first." After saying their goodbyes, Octavia hung up the phone at worked to clean up after herself before Vinyl returned.

Octavia's uplifting words were just what Lyra needed to pull her out of her funk. It was nice to know that at least some of their callers genuinely appreciated their hard work.

No sooner had they hung up the phone, when Lyra and Bon Bon were inundated with more calls. The two mares answered with their usual flair. Lyra knew that tonight was going to be another long night of calls, but it didn't bother her anymore.