Shivers [Lyra thread]

>You rap at the tiny horse door taping your foot impatiently.
>The weather was awful, but it was your day off and your little buddy was late for some grade-A entertainment.
>the circus was in town.
>And by circus your meant some tourists from some bumfuck nowhere cloud nigger village were here to volunteer for some winter prep.
>Since Ponyville was still an Mud horse Majority village and all.
>It's been a while since you've had fresh meat.
>You've borrowed Ponks Cannon and filled it with bird seed for the occasion and everything.
>You hear a brisk set of hooves on the other side.
>Finally, you'd better hurry up little horsie.
>It's-
"Bon? The fuck you doing here?"
>She was usually at work around this time.
>The mare looks a little haggard, her fur sticking out a bit more than usual.
>...Did she always look that fluffy?
>Whatever expression she had before quickly melted into a frown when she saw you.
>She looks you up and down as if measuring whether she should even engage you as she tries to put on her little scarf.
>Silly no-magic Earthniggers.
>You lean down on a knee and give her the good ol' solid overhand tie, like mama did for you when you were little.

>She almost recoils at first, scrunching her snoot and pinning her ears at you but slowly relaxes at your ministrations once she realizes what you're doing.
>"I’m heading out. Don't bother Lyra today."
"Your welcome, rude little dirt kicker," you grunt, tucking the end scarf into her jacket so it doesn't drag on the ground.
>"I'm serious, Anon. She's really sick today and doesn't need you nipping at her tail, especially in this weather."
>That makes you pause.
"She's sick?"
>"Yes, and..." Her anger melts when she scans your face, "You're actually worried?"
"Of course I'm worried. Shit."
>She narrowly escapes the doorway as you barrel in.
>You hear candy horse sigh and trot in after.
>Bee-lining to Lye's room, you see a shivering mass under a bundle of blankets.
"Lye? You okay there, little buddy?"
>You hear muffled horse noises and tentatively step over to pull the top portion back.
>Under that bundle is Lyra in all her glory, and her fur looks to be a mess.
>Right, these horses get their winter coat coming in around this time.
>"'N-N-Non. S-s-s-sorry," she whimpers through chattering teeth.
"Silly carrot head. What've you got to be sorry about?" you say, giving her scratch right between the ears. "My idea was stupid anyways. We can hang out right here."
>Even her nickers sound weak.

>"No you can't, Anonymous. She needs her rest."
>Crap you forgot Bon was there.
"I wasn't gonna make her do anything."
>She does look pretty beat.
>And miserable.
>"'N-non. C-c-c-cold."
>Would it be weird if you helped her with that? she never seems to mind any closeness.
>Ahh fuck it.
>You could apologize for it later, if it's weird.
>Or lie and say it's a common friendly human gesture.
>You pluck your gloves off and kick your boots away, before pulling your coat and shirt off over your shoulder in one go.
>Looming over the bed, you easily lift Lyra up a bit and slip under.
>Lye seems lighter than usual, as if she hasn't been eating well in days.
>"Anon, what are you doing?" Bon asks, worry creeping up in her tone.
"No fur so human skin radiates body heat, it's great for chills and hypothermia."
>This isn't your fault, is it?
>It was just a little snowball fight earlier in the week.
>...Despite Bon warning the both of you to let her coat grow in first.

>Well shit, this might actually be your fault.
>the smol horse bed made for smol horses creaks slightly, and you don't fit well at all.
>You tuck her pillows at your back and lean on the backboard and wall behind the bed, pulling Lye up onto your lap.
>Seems comfy enough.
>To finish off, you pull the bundle of blankets over you both.
>As if on cue, the shaking subsides, if only a little bit.
>Lye lets out another weak little whicker as she kicks her legs to snuggle more into you.
>You reply in kind by running your fingers through her extra soft fur.
>You fidget a little at how her winter coat and puffs of her horsey breath tickle your skin, but you think you'll live.
>In fact, it might take some work, but it's something you could get used to.
>Bon steps forward giving her friend a good look-over to make sure she's safe, her ears darting which ever way and her sniffer going at it, as if these horses had a magical ability to smell if something was wrong.
>With a nod and a swish of her tail, she steps back.
>"Thanks, Anon. Just... make sure to reheat up the soup I prepared when she's ready to eat, okay? And run her a hot bath after she gets another nap in."
"Sure thing, mom."
>"Don't tempt me. Somepony ought to give you a good bit of discipline." she says, breaking out a little smile.
"Yeah, yeah. Get out of here."
>You wave her off with a small smile of your own.

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>Be a sick pony.
>Only slightly, you're doing a whole lot better.
>At some point in the week the local alien snatched you up from your home.
>One capable of lifting boxes and furniture two to three the body weight of an equine as a day job and had a taste for meat.
>You're not sure when it happened.
>These last few days have been a blur.
>He had you bound in an impossibly thick blanket, and borrowed a "To Serve Pony" book from Sun knows where.
>The human was laying on his side right next to you, fattening you up right now.
>Your snoot scrunches as he lifts another spoonful of vegetable broth to your muzzle.
"'Non. I'm not hungry."
>The human grunts, "You've only had a few bites."
>You snort and turn your head away.
>"Fine, two more bites."
>...
>Nahh.
>You wiggle closer, and lick his cheek.
>Like press-work, the human's cute little nose scrunches, and he wipes it off with a sleeve.
>"Gross, mare drool- Stop that!"
>For whatever reason, his kind don't lick others that are close to them.
>And They definitely don't like it when it happens to them.
>A weakness you're all too glad to exploit.
>"Damn, crazy horse. Fine. You win- Hey!"
>Who knew fighting off alien invaders would be this easy.