Polos (Anon x Lyra)

>Dinner was nice, you were still getting used to a vegetarian diet when you dined with ponies, but Lyra Heartstrings had a flair for variety when it came to preparing food.
>You never knew rice was so versatile. Seriously, she was like a damn wizard when it came to cooking.
>Well, she kinda was a wizard, being a unicorn and all, but whatever.  And you, being a lazy fuck who can hardly muster the will to scramble eggs was eternally grateful for the  nights she offered to make dinner.
>Besides, the food was always healthy, and you liked any opportunity to spend time with her.
>And vice-versa.  The two of you weren't able to see each other as much the past few weeks.  Twilight was doing her annual overhaul of the library's inventory and reorganization, and as her second assistant, there was much lifting and mind-fraying number writing to be done.
>Lyra's concert career was taking off.  She was able to secure a place in the Canterlot orchestra for the winter mini-season and came back from a special week-long Manehattan production several days ago.
>She was absolutely glowing when you picked her up from the train station.  She couldn't stop talking about the performance for days before and after her trip.  The girl worked her tail off to get that spot and her pride was infectious.
>You still regretted missing her show.  But things at the library were getting hectic and it was too short notice to scramble enough bits to go.
>But Lyra didn't mind too much.  You joined forces with Pinkie Pie and threw her the most banging welcome home/congratulations party p0nyville had seen in recent memory.  Everything after three hour mark was a complete blur, but everyone was smiling after the hangovers wore off.
"Will this happen everytime I go out of town?"  She asked after the two of you finished collecting lampshades off everyp0nies heads.
>"I don't know.  Go bug off for another week and we'll see."  You grunted as you turned a couch right side up.  "Or we just might throw a party right after you leave. It could go either way.  You're not THAT special."  You set your trollface to maximum.
>She shoved a lampshade on your head.
>True, she had her...quirks, but it all added up to Lyra being a very special pony.
>The pair of you finished dinner.  She smiled widely.
"So was it good, or was it really good?  I think I'd settle for amazing myself, but I cut the corners on the lasagna a touch."
>You drink the rest of the p0nyville marelot in your glass.  "If I brush my teeth for three hours straight I might get the taste of that pasta out of my mouth.  Better than starving to death, though.  Almost.  At least you tried."  You lean back with your arms behind you.  "Better than I can do, all the same."
>She tosses an olive at your nose.
"Don't you forget it either.  I might have to leave for Philydelphia after next weekend.  I'm afraid I'll come back to see you died trying to eat the doorknobs or something," she rolls her eyes and sighs exessively.
>"That only happened once."
>Seriously, you eat one doorknob...
"You're stupid."  She closes her eyes and shakes her head.  Her blue and white-striped hair bounced softly.
>"Yeah, but I convinced you to make dinner all the same, so go figure."  Damn, this was fun.  "But I'm still not-retarded enough to actually wash the dishes.  I'll clean up in here.  Least I could do."
"You're such a sweetie sometimes."
>"Sometimes."
>You start gathering the plates and silverware.  Lyra leans in her chair, sitting people-style as always and eyes your hands as you move about the table.  You're used to it by now.  She reigns in her...interests a lot better since she first met you.
>The first time she actually met you she didn't blink for three hours.  It was at a Pinkie-After-Dark party and you were both pretty well inebriated.  You started to do a crappy find-the-ball-in-plastic-cup game and she was so.  freaking. fascinated. by the way you maneuvered the cups around the table.
>She kept asking you to play the game all night even though she won a whopping zero times.  Right before you passed out  she kept trying to get your hand over a piece of paper so she could trace it.  Bonbon pulled her away though before she could get to your right appendage.
>Good times.
"Well, I'll be in room.  Don't take too long, or I might worry about you drowning in the sink or something.  I'm not doing CPR on you until you brush you teeth."  She swishes her tail for a bit.  "But you are cute when you do housework, so maybe just once.  I'd hate to lose you."  She bumps against you as she makes for the room, lifting her backhooves unnecessarily high and swaying dramatically.
>You're russels begin to jimmy a bit.  You start to scrub the dishes like a madman.
>The relationship between you two was...well, it was obvious.  She evidently had the major hot-rockets for you, even if it barely skirted the lines of psychosis sometimes.  As for YOU...well...you never asked her to leave when she wanted to stay the night at your place.  In fact, that was becoming more and more common.  You'd go to her house, or she to yours.  The pair of you would bullshit and watch a movie or something and either fall asleep on the couch or the bed.
>Morning would find you in various positions.  Lyra was especially fond of wrapping around your arms in her sleep.  It felt weird the first couple of nights.  Lyra would try her best at not eye-raping your extremeties,  and you did your best at not getting the jibblies by spooning with a pony.
>But you both fancied yourself smart-asses which did wonders at easing the initial awkwardness.  After you were comfortable at not expressing yourselves through pure sarcasm, you both opened up towards each other.   You'd ask about her music, her goals, and she would ask about your homeworld.
>It was difficult at first.  It had been...what?  Two years since you came to Equestria?  Time flew by so fast, but you were still hesistant to discuss things at that point.  It hurt.  A lot.  But little by little you'd explain things to her.  Holidays, nations, compound interest savings, clothes and the great types of porn they had on the interent.
>Only now did you realize how good it felt...remembering the little things like that.
>Fuck you missed internet porn.
>After a while you finish the dishes and wipe the table down.  Lyra hasn't said anything smart from the room, so she probably doesn't think you're dead.  You are tired, though.  Twilight had you and Spike haul books cases up and down stairs all afternoon.
>You open the door to your room and your jimmies, johnnies, jeremies and joey-joe-joe-junior-shabadoos go rustle like fourth of july fireworks.
"Hey, Anon," says Lyra as seductively as a mint green pony could.
>Here we go.
>She's leaned on her side, her hoof supporting her head as best she can.
"I thought...thought I'd dress up for you tonight."  She closes her eyes and shakes her mane.
>There she is.  On your bed.  Wearing a yellow and tan polo shirt and jeans.
>Holy shit, it even has goddamn Ralph Lauren and American Eagle logos.
>She looked like she was about to go in to work at...a fucking place with cubicles or something.
>She bats her eyelashes at you slowly.
"What do you think?"  She traces her hoof along her side.
>You call upon every god, dark power, and ancestor you can think to keep from collapsing in fear and unrivaled laughter.  Your pokerface is like a sapling against a tsunami, but it does not yield, Emprah be praised.  Seriously, the collar on that shirt was the most ridiculous thing ever.  It looked even more silly than whatserface's bowtie.  That other mare who plays the cello in the orchestra.  Octavio or whatever.
>Lyra shuffles nervously on the bed and she looks down on herself and frowns.  You suddenly feel like a right asshole.
"I guess I didn't get the fit right..."  She sits up and gives a half-hearted laugh.  Her hooves start to knead on your comforters.
>"No...it's a...very good fit.  Real professional.  Lookin' real GQ there, Heartstrings."  You had no idea how to handle this.  "I like the buttons."  Telltale signs of tears start on her eyes.  Your heart begins its self-destruct sequence.
>Anon, there's a cosplaying mare on your bed and you dun goof'd.
"Just...no. I'm sorry.  This was a bad idea."  She wipes away at her eyes.  "I thought it would be fun...you know?  But...no, no.  This was..."  She shakes her head and looks at you with slighty red eyes.  "I'm sorry.  I'll just go home and we'll forget about this."
>"Wait."  You approach the bed, hesitantly, but you try to put a lot of conviction in your voice.  "It's cute.  Really.  Rarity would be jealous if she saw this."
"I stole some of her notes on your clothing templates," she grimaces.
>"Stealing is bad."
>She chokes on laughter, mostly out of embarassment, but it's genuine.
>"So what's up with the ms. spring catalog?"
>She rubs her hooves together and bites her lip.
"I know that you miss your home.  When you talk about it you get this far-off look and get real quiet for a while afterwards.  I want to make fun of you for it, but I can't if it still makes you feel like that.  Just talking about it."  She rubs her hooves against her shirt.  "I thought if I could zero in on your Earth style it might...make you feel more comfortable.  Make you feel a little more at home."  She closes her eyes and looks down.  "Silly, I guess." Her voice was thin and quiet.
>Self destruct approaching critical phase.
>You sit on the bed next to her.  Your pull her against you and hug her tightly.  She rubs against your chest and giggles meekly.
>"Pretty silly, yeah."
>She punches you in the shoulder.
"Let me get out of this.  I don't know how you wear these things all day, they heat up so fast."  She stands and begins to fumble at the button on her jeans.  She frowns.
>Self destruct sequence on stand-by.
>"Let me help you with that."  You lay her back and undo the button.  Her small green face is cast in slight confusion as you pull down the zipper but she doesn't make any move to stop you.  You pull the jeans off.
>Holy crap she's wearing underwear too.
>"Really?"
"I wanted it to be accurate," She poker shrugs.
>wtflol
>The underwear comes off.  Lyra twitters nervously and her legs squirm just a bit as you slide them down her flank.  You gently sit her up and look at her.  You can tell the girl's all butterfly's because she keeps looking at you and immediately glances away smiling.
>"Pretty silly,"  Fingers slowly begin to undo the buttons on her shirt.  "Because when it's just you and me,"
"Um."
>She keeps biting her lip and turns an incredible shade of red when you grab the bottom of her polo.
"Um....um..." her voice is like whispers in fall.
>"Like this."
>You pull her shirt off.  She shakes her mane out of her face and looks at you with her big amber eyes.  She looks just how she always does.
"I already feel at home."
>Her blushing is giving off so much heat you can melt butter with it.
"You're sweet sometimes," she smiles and rubs against you.
>Self destruct sequence aborted.
>You begin rubbing deeply into her mane.  A small gasp escapes her as she's graced by your divine digits.  You massage your fingers into her neck as she raises her head and presses up against your hand.  She sighs contentedly and closes her eyes.
>This is her fetish.
>Your other hand caresses the side of her muzzle and she's in pure bliss.  Soft little "ums" and "oh-ohs" slip out of her lips that smile so freely in the corners.
>She bathes happily in your affections for a few moments before she takes your fingers into her mouth.  She nibbles on them with gentle, pleasant pressure.  Sounds of quiet excitement are illicited from the both of you.
>Lyra begins to take small nips and licks at your palm, working her way slowly up to your wrists, your forearms, shoulders and back down again.  You stroke at her withers with whatever arm she's less preoccupied with.  She eventually makes her way to your neck and softly bites down as you massage her flanks.
"Oh Celestia, that is so unfair."
>"Hm?"  You cannot into full sentences right now.
"That you can just.." she shudders as your hands circle her rump "do that to a mare whenever you want."
>She makes all kinds of...delicious breathy sounds.
>Her kisses and licks crawl up under your chin and soon your lips are locked together.  Her fur is the softest thing you've ever felt.  She smells like winter mornings.
>You hold each other close.  The kiss is broken after who knows how long.  You stare at each other.  This was more intimate than what you were used too.
"I guess that wasn't such a silly idea."
>"Well it was...kinda silly."
"You're stupid."   She rubs her muzzle against your cheek, her hair brushing against your forehead.  "But I like you."
>"Yeah.  I like you too."  Your fingers stroke at her back.
>You like her a lot.