Bonny, the Bunny: A lewd LitRPG, with a monster-girl harem.

Freja licked at Bonny’s fingers and, when they were removed, whispered, “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

“No.” Bonny grinned at Freja’s startled reaction. “You’ll have to wait.”

“But, …”

“No buts.” Bonny untied the loincloth and set it aside, then went over to the saddlebags and searched through them for the rope. She held it up a minute later. “If you went through the trouble of packing and bringing this, we should use it. What are … No!”

Freja was touching herself as she watched Bonny. She had two fingers of one hand inside herself and rubbed furiously at her clitoris with the other.

Bonny ran over and pulled her arms away. “No. Bad pony!”

“Are you going to punish me?” The quiet, shy responses from earlier were gone, replaced by a surprising boldness.

“Yes! Hands behind your back.” Bonny grabbed one hand and pulled it with her and she walked around and straddled the equine body.

Bonny reached over and pulled on the other arm, then positioned Freja's hands on the centaur’s withers and sat on them. She rocked her hips a little. “If you need something to keep your hands busy, then entertain me.

Freja laughed and wiggled her fingers. One thumb rose to touch Bonny’s button and slowly caressed it while the other hand cupped Bonny’s sex.

Bonny untied the the bundle of rope, while slowly grinding into Freja’s fingers, then threw two large loops over the centaur’s head and shoulders. She stood and slipped a smaller loop over the centaur’s wrists and pulled it tight, tying a quick slip knot, then started coiling the rope up the bound arms to Freja's elbows.

Once secured, Bonny walked back around the centaur and smiled at how her chest protruded out when her shoulders and arms were pulled back. She reached out to caress and pinched Freja’s nipples lightly, then kissed her briefly. “How is it? Not too tight, I hope?”

“It feels good.” Freja stretched and rolled her shoulders.

“Good.” Bonny rearranged the two loops of rope, so that each crossed one shoulder and went down to circle back on the opposite side, forming a diagonal cross centered between Freja’s breasts. She walked back around and pulled the loops tight, then created two final loops, one above and one below Freja’s breasts, then back over her arms, binding them tight against her back.

Bonny stood back to admire her handiwork. She’d never done anything like this before, but had thought back to her friend and some of the pictures she had seen of shibari designs. She had a pattern in mind for Courage’s session later and this was an excellent opportunity for quick test run.

The cross combined with the upper and lower bindings outlined Freja’s breasts and forced them forward and out. Bonny cupped and squeezed them lightly again, feeling the softness contrasted with the hard muscles and nipple. “This is beautiful. I think I need more rope next time though.”

Freja swallowed and nodded.

Bonny leaned in and kissed her briefly. “You’ve lost the use of your hands tonight. If you’re good, I’ll let you go in the morning. Otherwise, I’ll ride you back to the city like this.”

Freja squirmed and blushed again, her star bright red in the firelight.

“You’ll be good and do what I say, right?”

She nodded.

“Do you still want me to fuck you?”

She nodded more emphatically. “Yes.”

“No. Bad Pony. Say please if you want something.”

Freja opened her mouth to protest, but Bonny covered it with a finger.

“You haven’t finished eating dinner yet. I’ll feed you, don’t worry.” She looked around and found a bundle of carrots that hadn’t been opened yet. The carrots were large, about eight inches long and several inches thick at the top. “How about some of those?”

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl.” Bonny patted Freja’s shoulder. She retrieved a carrot and took a bite, then held it out for Freja to take one. They took turns, trading bites until it was gone. “Do you want another?”

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl.” Bonny kissed Freja, then retrieved a second one. “How about some spice on this one?”

“I didn’t bring …” Freja started to question Bonny, then shut up as Bonny sat down and spread her legs.

Bonny opened herself up to Freja and ran the carrot up and down her slit. She pushed it in a couple of inches and stroked her button with her other hand as she watched the centaur. She smiled and continued, long slow strokes, working the carrot deeper as the centaur squirmed and rocked the front of her barrel against the ground.

Bonny picked up speed and touched Freja with her aura again. Her desire was strong. Freja had waited for several days, watching as Bonny had played with other women, but hadn't complained, she had quietly waited her turn while thinking back to her first experience.

Their bond was surprisingly robust, considering how long they had known each other. Bonny mentally touched the connection between them and plucked at it like a guitar string. Their bond quivered and sang and she felt Freja’s desire grow into a desperate need.

Bonny pulled lightly on that need and circled her button with a finger, her nerves lit up, fire shooting up into her core. She convulsed into climax, tightening around the carrot still piercing her. She touched the bond again and pushed the pleasure down to Freja.

Freja shuddered and her muscles all tightening up, taut and defined. She fell onto her side and squirmed, unable to touch herself, her legs kicking out in uncontrolled pleasure as she rolled back and forth, moaning and crying out for Bonny to fuck her.

Bonny watched though half lidded eyes as the waves of pleasure rolled over her and she passed them on. It was the first time she had used the bond like this and it pleased her. She didn’t need to take from her friends, she could give to them instead.

Bonny finally let the orgasm subside and crawled over to Freja, carrot still held inside her. Bonny held onto the fallen centaur for a minute, leaning in to nuzzle noses and share their breath. She touched lips lightly and teasingly, then sent in for the full experience, open mouth, lips tight and tongues tied together.

She felt Freja calm, the taut muscles relaxing and swapping for another type of building tension. Bonny pulled back.

“Are you still hungry?”

“Yes, please.”

Bonny pulled out the wet carrot. “For this or me?”

“Both, please.”

“You want more?”

“Yes, please.”

Bonny laughed. “Okay. How do you want it? Front or back?”

How did virginity even work with two vaginas? Would Freja lose hers if she has sex with either? Could she be a half virgin or a virgin in one but not the other if only one hymen was broken? Could she get pregnant in both at the same time? It didn’t seem like the right time to ask those questions though, so Bonny let them go for a later time.

“Both, please.” Freja begged.

Bonny laughed again and let Freja take a bite of the seasoned carrot. She leaned in and kissed Freja, tasting a little of the odd smoky flavor she had come to identify with herself, then offered the centaur a second bite.

Bonny sat up and ran one hand down Freja’s body to touch the centaur’s folds again. Wet and ready. She summoned her dildo, the small, seven inch version, and ran the head through Freja’s folds, lubricating it, then lined it up and eased it in. She pushed it in slowly, then pulled it out, just as slowly, feeling the sensation of wet warmth enveloping her head and sliding down her shaft, not as intense as if she was connected directly, but the feeling transferred anyway.

Freja moaned. “More.”

“More what?” Bonny stopped.

“Please! More, please. Fuck me, please.”

“Good girl.” Bonny laughed and leaned in to lick Freja’s lips lightly, then went back to sliding her detached cock in and out, rubbing her thumb across Freja’s center with each thrust in.

When Freja started arching and tensing, Bonny stopped again and watched as Freja opened her eyes and focused on Bonny.

“No, don’t stop, please. What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing, beautiful. I’m going to fuck you properly now. Sit up.”

Freja rolled up to a sitting position, pulling her front legs in and tucking them under her body, she splayed her back legs forward and out, in an awkward looking position.

Bonny left the dildo in place, base against the ground and stood to kiss Freja. She held on to Freja’s cheeks as they locked lips and tangled tongues, teasingly.

“Are you ready for me?” Bonny held out the rest of the carrot and summoned the large dildo, already attached and erect. It came up to just under her breasts and was wider than her fist.

Freja nodded and accepted the rest of the carrot, eying Bonny’s monster cock as she chewed.

“Lick me.” Bonny stepped back and tugged Freja’s head down once the centaur finished the carrot. “No biting.”

Freja licked around the head and across the frenulum, unable to fit the whole head into her mouth. She teased the tip with her tongue, pushing it inside slightly, then went back to licking around the ridge.

“Good girl.” Bonny pulled her head back up into another kiss, then circled around to Freja’s ass. She pulled the tail up and ran her fingers down, feeling the wet folds of the centaur's vagina and pocket where her other clitoris was located.

She lined her cock up and leaned in, sliding slowly in. She leaned forward, supporting her weight on Freja’s ass. “How does that feel?”

“Good. Fuck me, hard.”

Bonny paused.

“Please?” Freja’s voice was pleading.

Bonny laughed again and pulled out slightly, then pushed in again. The girth fit, but Freja wasn’t as deep as expected and Bonny nudged against the centaur’s cervix at about three quarters of her length. She worked herself into a rhythm, careful not to hit too hard, then reached out to stroke her bond with Freja again, feeling at their desires, needs, and pleasure.

When they came, they came together, a shared, resonating orgasm that vibrated up and down the spiritual bond as well as through their bodies. Freja clenched around both shafts, holding tight and crying out into the night as she shuddered into ecstasy.

When they came back to themselves, Bonny found they were both laying down again, on the opposite side this time. She was still buried inside Freja. Instead of pulling out, she detached the monster cock with a thought and left it inside as she hopped back around to check on the centaur.

“How are you doing, mighty steed?”

Freja smiled up at Bonny, not attempting to get up. “That was wonderful, Bonny-mine.”

“Ready for round two? Or do you need a drink first?”

“Ready, please.”

Bonny kissed her again, then straddled one of Freja’s forelegs and wiggled into place, holding onto the other foreleg and kneeling perpendicular to Freja’s lateral body. She lined up and rocked in, connecting with her dildo and feeling the sensation heighten as it bound into place. She pulled back and thrust in, feeling the slick lubrication of mixed fluids.

"This is a little difficult. We might have to work on other positions."

Freja squirmed, pushing into Bonny. "Don't stop."

Bonny stopped.

"Please! Please don't stop." She pushed into Bonny again, desperate.

Bonny laughed and restarted. "Okay, but we'll need to  take a snack break soon."

They continued until late that night, the moon watching over them, full and bright. When the fire burned low, their own internal flames raged on and keeping them warm as the chill wind blew across the rock, gusting unnoticed, in time with their activity.