Oct 2020

Anonymous 10/03/20(Sat)13:03:45 No.35943833
>You are Lyra heartstrings.
>A mare on a mission, running an experiment for the benefit of ponykind.
>Your alien friend is lying belly down, pretending to sleep.
>Normally he was very sleepy, sometimes out for 8-9 whole hours.
>But this time you knew he’s faking it.
>You knew because his fingers twitched when he heard you eat a bowl of oats right next to him.
>His oats.
>And if it's anything you've learned so far, even if his facial expressions can be hard to read, the hands are always a sure give away on how he's feeling and stuff.
>They make 'Non a completely open book.
>Not that you’d tell him that.
>Anyways, you’re standing on his upper back, where the withers would be if he were a pony.
>Alternating pressure between your hooves, the human was completely placid.
>It makes his back pop here and there.
>Which scared you at first.
>He then makes odd sounds, something between a growl and moan.
>A groan, you think you'll call it.
>Which also scared you at first...

>You thought it might mean pain or anger, but apparently it's the human version of a nicker.
>You're still at it, nuzzling into his back with a stray lick here and there, in an attempt to groom him.
>Like usual, during grooming he fidgets.
>He can act like such a little colt, making a big fuss when licked or getting their mane monched on.
>This time, however, because you found that one spot that makes him human nicker- groan, he doesn't fight back.
>reaching down, you nibble his back, which brings back the nice sounds.
>His muscles tense and relax as he feels teeth scratch at his bare skin.
>You lean over to see his face off to the side.
>He sighs, keeping his eyes closed as he melts into his too-hard mattress, a dopey smile on his face.
>The human even reaches up, grabbing and squeezing at his sheets.
>Yeah.
>He's enjoying that.
>You’re definitely going to remember that one next time he tries to incapacitate you with belly rubs.
>Let's see...
>He likes his back scritched a whole lot, and not so much his tummy.
>He doesn't mind you walking on top of him, and even seems to love it.
>He doesn't like grooming, but likes grooming others, namely yourself with brushes and stuff.

>Maybe he's opposite to a pony in other ways too.
>You reach up and nibble the rim of one of his ears.
>His breath hitches, the muscles on his neck, arms, and back shuddering, a stray hand feeling out for your muzzle.
>"-Hell's that?"
>You nuzzle and lick at his knuckles with a nicker.
"Never mind, me 'Non. Just running an important experiment."
>With a grunt and a small thankful rub on your muzzle, the human relaxes once more, nary a protest.
>He definitely liked that too.
>That explains him trying to grab pony's ears sometimes.
>You had to explain that ponies don't really like that.
>Not that you mind.
>You know humans get all grabby when they're being friendly, and that makes it pleasurable enough for you.
>Too bad not many of the other ponies believe you.
>Okay, what else can you test out?
>...
>Right! Ponies don't like their eyes messed with.
>You roll off his back and hop to your hooves, moving around to face Anon.

>"What in the lord's-"
>Before you even finish what you're doing, a hand shoots out to grab one of your hind legs on the opposite side of him, then pulling really fast causing you to flop down like a sack of flour with a startled whinny.
>He then pushes himself up and reaches over you, making it hard to stand back up.
>Uhh-Ohh.
>Now you've made him mad, and he's grabbed and pinned you before you could run away.
>Should have eaten more carrots.
>"That's enough experiments out of you, you little weirdo."
>He slips an arm under your barrel and rolls onto his side with you, pulling you close.
>...
>And with that, it seems he's all sleepy again.
>Maybe it was a bit silly to think Anon liked everything opposite to a pony.
>Humans definitely do not like getting their eyeballs licked.
>Satisfied for now, you kick your hooves to turn around, burying your muzzle into the nape of his neck.
>Maybe you can be sleepy with him for once.

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Anonymous 11/16/20(Mon)00:43:38 No.36160408
>You scan the park at a brisk trot, ears tilting here and there and saying the odd hello to ponies that pass by.
>Ohh, there he is.
>Your human is laying on his back with his arms behind his head, basking in the sunlight.
>Maybe if you're real quiet, you can-
>"Hey, Lye."
"Aww, how'd you know I was here?"
>He looks at you, a small grin on his face.
>"Hooves."
>Right... you kind of wish you could sneak up on ponies as well as Anon.
>Maybe you can ask Boners.
>Heh, Boners.
>The human closes his eyes, nestling all comfy in the autumn leaves.
>"Plus you got this special way of walkin'. A bit more bouncy than the average little horse."
>Huhh, you've never heard a pony identify somepony else through their gait.
>Must be a human thing.
>Probably because they don't smell as good as a pony.
>You canter up to him, kicking up some dirt before rolling around on your back
>As usual, you end up failing to keep your balance and end up using Anon as support.

>How does he do this so effortlessly?
>You're pulled from your thoughts as Anon takes that as a cue to bury his fingers into your belly, a nicker slipping out.
>"Your winter coat's grown in."
"Yep. You don't get one?"
>"Nahh, I think my hair'll get darker some. That's about it."
>At least that's similar to ponies.
>Your coat always gets a bit darker and more vibrant than it is during the summer.
>Being a purebred Canterlot unicorn, your winter coat grows a good bunch longer than the local flat land dirt ponies too, which Anon seems to be enjoying.
>It's a real shame you'll have to share it with him some more with a whole bunch of cuddles this winter.
>It's a tough job but somepony's gotta do it.
>No wonder he's bundled up in that jacket-
"Wait a minute..."
>You roll back onto your hooves to smell around his torso with another short nicker, before burying your muzzle in Anon's jacket.
>Occasionally he'll leave some carrots and peppermints on hoof for you to pilfer.
>Luckily, this is one of those times.
>The human chuckles, grabbing at one of your ears and tossing it around.
>Ohh yeah?
>You snort, and nibble his ears back, causing his face to flush.

>Though he quickly relaxes as you nuzzle and groom him, even lightly dozing off.
>If not for the treats snapping you out of it, he'd have you in such a position with his belly scritches right about now.
>You knew these experiments were useful.
>Some more ponies pass by, looking in awe that he’s been practically sedated with a simple bit of grooming in the right spot.
>For some reason the town thinks Anon is as much of a grump as Bon is.
>Which isn't true.
>Anon isn't very expressive in the face, his body language otherwise is flipped upside down.
>But he's probably friendlier than most ponies!
>His language can seem pretty mean though...
>Their loss.
>Speaking of which, your experiments with human incapacitation have been progressing smoothly.
>You've been muzzle-deep in research as of late, playing around with simple spell matrixes.
>It reminds you of long study nights at Celestia's school.
>When Anon ran his fingers through your mane a couple weeks ago, something clicked.
>Humans probably do this together all the time.
>Probably to eat ticks and things, you're not sure.
>They eat some pretty gross things.
>While you've gotten used to, and even prefer his method of grooming over a pony, to never feel the touch of another pony would make you feel sad.

>Casting your spell, you summon a spectral "hand".
>While it doesn't look like one- something you can refine later.
>It should put the right amount of pressure in different points and feel like one.
>A lot of trial and error was involved, but now it's close to where even you can't tell the difference.
>Like, you had to get a butt load of headpats from Anon to work this out.
>For research.
>...
>Okay, moment of truth.
>With the golden yellow blob, you stroke Anon's scalp in much the same way he does you.
>He jerks away from it, to your surprise, the silly human giving it a fearful look.
"Shh, it's just me. Go back to sleep."
>With a few blinks, he nestles in close, curling around you like a big cat.
>"N-never thought I'd-" He chokes.
>You... You've never seen Anon tear up.
>You didn't even know humans could do that.
>He snaps out of it with a reassuring nuzzle under his chin, accompanied by a soft whicker.
>With a shuddering breath, he tightens his grip on you, almost clinging on defensively.
>For you or for him, you're not sure.
>As you continue stroking his mane- hair, he starts to lean into it, his grip relaxing.
>If you had foals with Anon, would they want to seek comfort in the same way?

>Not that you think about having foals with your best oat stealing buddy or anything.
>You feel around in different areas too, "patting" him the same way he tries to do with ponies.
>...Which you also had to explain that ponies don't like very much.
>This puts that real nice smile back on his face, and he holds onto you lightly with his stray hands, a pulse of pressure going through his fingers.
>According to your notes, this must be the pony equivalent of wiggling your snoot when something feels -really- good.
>As you move it back up to rub his cheek, he thoughtlessly reaches for it, stopping near militrots away.
>Why is he hesitating?
>You close the distance, wrapping your magic around his hand.
>The human cautiously grips it, turning beat red.
>...This means you’re human married now, doesn’t it?

Anonymous 10/04/20(Sun)11:07:38 No.35947532
>You sigh, laying your head down on the front counter.
>School isn't out for another few hours so the usual customers are nowhere to be seen yet.
>No special orders for any dates or gifts.
>The Cakes haven't commissioned any candy structures for any special pastries either.
>Maybe it wouldn't hurt to close your eyes for a second-
>”Heya, Bonnie.”
>Your head shoots up to Lyra, who's sporting an innocent grin.
>...
>Too innocent.
”Anon, if I catch one of your weird claws in one of my jars I'm going to bite them.”
>Your ears flick back to a quiet grunt and some fumbling behind you as the human backs off.
>"H-hey now, horsie. We were just messing around."
>Stupid predators and their quiet hoofsteps.
>Even with his human shoes and being a good head taller than a minotaur, you didn't even hear him sneaking up behind you.
>If you weren't used to dealing with them prowling around in your last job, with much deadlier intentions, he might have gotten away with it.
>Guess that 6th sense you picked up for these things never really goes unlearned.
>"Aww, I was sure that would work." Lyra frowns.

>Road apples, where did you put your broom?
"Maybe you can abuse Anon's physiology for other things than stealing candy from my shop."
>"I do! Hey, Anon do that weird thing you do with my tail."
>You wheel around, tucking your tail in and pressing your rump against the counter.
>He just looks at you with his stupid smile as you force your ears and head upright.
>If it's anything else you learned from your last job is that ear pinning and bowing your head comes off as submissive when it comes to predators.
>That's the last thing you want to convey to this irritating human.
>You definitely don't care for whatever it is Anon can do with or around a pony's tail.
>You're pretty sure you don't want to know either.
>"Come on, Bonnie. It'll feel weird but it won't hurt, I promise."
>"Yeah, Bon. I got magic hands."
>You pause, ears flicking between the troublemakers.
>They wouldn't do anything too untoward or mean spirited but being around them, especially Anon, makes the fur on your withers stand up on end.
"If I agree to this... whatever it is. Do you promise you'll leave my shop?"
>They both nod.
>You sigh, and slowly turn around, keeping the big human in your peripherals as he kneels down behind you.
"If I feel anything under my tail, I'll buck."

>The human's face flushes at that.
>"Th-there's nothing under there that I want to touch, you grumpy horse."
>You snort and roll your eyes at that.
>You've seen him looking at Lyra's butt a lot when he thinks no one's looking.
>Honestly they should just rut already.
>Maybe then they'll stop causing so much trouble, and your oats will remain safe.
>You still don't know how she even-
>Your hind leg reflectively stomps when you feel the human grab your tail, under the end of your last tailbone.
>"Easy, there. Bon."
>He places another hand on top of your rump making the rest of your body tense, your tail begging to be clamped back down.
>"It's easier if you relax, Bonnie."
"I doubt it."
>You don't know how she can relax with this big human hugging and grabbing her all the time.
>Unlike her you and most other ponies actually have preservation instincts.
>Still, if it's to get these two out of your shop...
>You sigh and do your best to relax, letting the human have free reign of your tail
>Anon moves for a bit, then pushes you with one claw on your rump, while gently pulling on the tale with the other.
>You're not sure about-
>Pop, pop, pop.

>You reflectively nicker, nearly falling over as pressure you didn't even know you had in your tail and lower back releases.
>That- huhh.
>What in sun’s rays was that?
>And why does it feel so nice?
>Anon grabs your hips and steadies your hoofing for you, before chuckling and giving you a light pat on your cutie mark.
>Lyra grins too, making some weird gesture to Anon.
>”Alright, we should get going. Bye Bonnie!”
>”Yeah, we got a lot of important human and horse things to do. Later, Bon.”
>You shake your head, slowly coming to.
>Ohh, they’re gone.
>Finally, now you can get some-
>You’re pretty sure the jar of caramels was full to the brim the last you checked.
>When you get your hooves on them...

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Anonymous Sun 22 Nov 2020 05:52:29 No.36189034
>"Youuu...."
>You and Anon whip your heads around to see Bonnie, in what you assume is her old spy outfit.
>It would be really cool to see if she didn't look super angry.
>How did she find you so quickly?
>You prop yourself up on Anon's shoulders to nicker at your friend.
>At least, you hope she remembers you're friends right now.
>It's not like you haven't stolen food from her before.
>You swallow the sweet creamy evidence in your muzzle just in case.
"H-heya, Bonnie," you say,
>"Why're you wearin' that onesie, Bonathan?" Anon asks, pushing the caramel in his mouth around with his tongue.
>... Of course Anon wouldn't make this easy.
>Bon stomps her hoof and swishes her tail.
>"My name isn't Bonathan!"
>Ha! she didn't say it wasn't a onesie.
>Horseapples, Bonbon saw you chuckle.
>Anon turns, your eyes meeting with a silent agreement.
>Run.
>Before you and Anon can even get on your hooves, in one swift motion Bonnie tugs a bolo off her withers and throws it to Anon's legs.

Anonymous Sun 22 Nov 2020 05:53:32 No.36189035

>With a yelp he fumbles and topples over.
"A-Anon!"
>"Lyra!" Anon throws the bag of caramels to you, which you catch in your magic. "Go on without me."
"No way."
>You whinny in frustration, that Anon would think for a second you'd let him take the flack.
>Bonners tries to run you down, but Anon grabs at her waist as she runs past him.
>The human easily grapples her and uses his weight to pin her down, even without his hind legs.
>...He's got her now, but he's probably going to get bit for that.
>As if reading your mind, Bonnie tries at one of his fingers, causing the human to grunt and hook one of his arms around her neck, trying to get a better hold.
>"Just go, you stubborn mare." He snaps, picking up a stray pinecone and tossing it in your direction.
>With another winny, you rear up and make your escape.
>Bonnie probably won't hurt him too bad.
>A-and you’ll be sure to save Anon at least half of the caramels.
>Honor among oat thieves, and all.
>"Lyra, I'm going to make you pull taffy for the next MONTH if you don't get your flank back here."
>You only hope she takes it easier on Anon.


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Anonymous 10/05/20(Mon)01:30:19 No.35950305
>Every Hearth's Warming play Lyra always hops at the chance to volunteer.
>Unfortunately, every year, she's cast as a background unicorn.
>It's alright.
>Despite not being any of the main historical figures in the play, she takes it in stride.
>More than that, somehow she always steals the show.
>Ponies as a whole are very expressive, making themselves very bad liars and even worse actors.
>To a pony, an acting career is a vocation and even the best of the best aren't convincing to the average human.
>The thing with Lyra is that she's actually racist.
>Not only is her “acting” seamless this year.
>She has you for inspiration.
>"OUT OF THE WAY, BIRD NIGGER! BIG HORN SWINGING THROUGH"
>Lyra looks at you in the crowd with a sweet little smile and you give her a standing ovation.
>One of these days, you should join the play yourself.
>Maybe audition to be one of the trees or something.
>"WHEN WILL MUD NIGGERS LEARN?"
>The other actors on stage look like they're about to cry.
>And you're not far off, trying to stave off the laughter.
>You sit back down catching Bon's glare.
>"You had something to do with this."
>You grin, leaning back into your too-small horse chair.
"I may have written some extra lines in her script."
>"You're lucky we're in Canterlot. Lyra might actually get to leave this theater alive."
"Come on, with material like this, she'll get a lead role next year."
>Bon pokes at your chest with a hoof, raising her voice. "This is a historical play!"
>A collective "SHHHH" causes the both of you to quickly sink down in your seats, grumbling things you’ll probably write down for next year.

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Anonymous 10/10/20(Sat)02:31:31 No.35972525
>You've invited Anon out to a picnic to share some pretty great news.
>You decided to try out for something more local and landed in a spot in the Ponyville Choir.
>Of course, the ever skeptic human scrunches his tiny button snoot as he chews on his burger.
>"So you're a little wagecuck now, is that it?"
>...At least he didn't just plain not believe you this time.
"'M not a kek!" You say, emphasizing your 'point' by poking at his knee with your horn.
>He grins and chuckles real big, setting his weird smelling food down to try and push you away.
>None can withstand a unicorn's power though, not even a cute human.
>Seizing your advantage, you rock him onto his back, lifting his shirt up with magic to blow a raspberry on his tummy.
>One new thing you've learned about mankind, is that they're really ticklish.
>Even a kiss makes Anon flinch and giggle like a school filly.
>Basic grooming that isn't a bath is near impossible to make him sit still for.
>Which is a shame because human manes are REALLY soft.
>Once or twice he's tried to get you back but it's always backfired.
>He jostles, pushes, and fidgets, his laugh grabbing the attention of other ponies that decided to have a picnic.
>"S-stop that! I give! I give!"
>You spare him, and he lies flat on his back, his food long forgotten.
>Sighing and curling up beside him, your head rests on his stomach.
"I just really like singing, you know?"
>He folds his arms behind him as a pillow, looking at you with a raised brow.
>"Yeah? How come I've never heard you sing?"
>He reaches over to run his fingers through your mane, drawing out a quiet whicker.
"Hmmm... I guess you never asked!"
>He pauses, biting the inside of his cheek.
>"Guess I haven't."

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Anonymous 10/31/20(Sat)11:52:52 No.36084989
>Be Lyra
>Nightmare Night is awesome
>You've got the scariest costume this year
>It took a little work to hide your horn, but as you stand back and look in the mirror, you make a pretty convincing mudpony
>Absolutely terrifying
>You're even scaring yourself
>There's a knock downstairs, and a call of "LOOOOOIIIROOOOO"
>Oh yeah, Anon's here
>You can't wait to see his costume
>That feeling doesn't last long
>Even though you know it's him you whinny in fear at the sight
>He's covered in a black cloak and has some kind of beak mask on
>It's incredibly creepy, this must be what human pegasi look like
>"Whoa, scary costume there," Anon reaches out to brush your mane
"Don't! It took me forever to get it just right"
>It pains you to turn down mane brushes, but it would be a shame not to show off your efforts to anypony else
>Besides, he settles for giving you some ear scritches. And that. Is just. Perfect
>But there's more on your agenda than just scritches
>The two of you head out into the night to terrorize the streets of Ponyville

>You admit it, you've never really gotten other ponies
>They guard their oats so jealously, and then just give out candy to anypony who asks
>It makes no sense
>Oh well, you're sure not going to complain about it
>Anyway, everything is going to plan
>Anon is out in front of this house getting candy and making a scene like no pony can
>Meanwhile you circled around back
>You sneak through the kitchen, a master of stealthy grace
>Most ponies carry a sack to collect candy in on Nightmare Night
>But you have far grander goals for yours
>You quickly locate the oats and start scooping them up
>You give Anon the signal as you slip out through the backyard
>And another successful heist is done
>You meet up with Anon and show off your loot to each other as you make your way to the next target

>Somepony caught you
>You and Anon are scrambling through the streets, the former owners of your bag of oats in pursuit
>You weave through a crowd of ponies hoping to lose them
>It buys you some time, but you realize it won't work, your costume is too distinctive
>You let out a whinny of despair
>No, it can't end like this
>Suddenly Anon shoves something over your face
>It's his mask! Of course!
>If they can't see your face they won't be able to figure out who you are
>You could be any mare with a green coat and lyre cutie mark
>It's just in time, the stallion who was chasing you comes stalking through the crowd
>He walks around, glaring with suspicion
>He comes right up to you
>You stand your ground, you're used to the predator act thanks to Anon
>"You wouldn't happen to know a Lyra Heartstrings, would you?" he says accusingly
"No, never heard of her. I'm Lyra, uh, Harpstrings. With a p"
>"Hmmmm"
>It's actually pretty hot under this mask, you're sweating a little
>Finally he scowls and heads off, looking among all the other ponies
>Phew, that was close
>But what's Nightmare Night without a little danger?
>It's all part of the fun
>You trot onwards, oats and candy are waiting
>And Anon too

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Anonymous Wed 25 Nov 2020 04:33:31 No.36202150
>You wake up from a long sleep session, still tired, as if the events of whatever happened last night were enough to drain your energy for a lifetime
>You don't even remember what happened yesterday
>While you eyes were still adjusting the first thing that you could see was an aquamarine color
>No way, could it be?
>It's Lyra, she's staring directly at you
>No way
>You've dreamed to feel her presence all your life and now this was actually happening
>Her pupils met with yours, putting you in a trance that made you feel peaceful for the first time in a long while
>I wonder what she has to say?
>"Anon..." she whispered
>Oh my gosh
>"You don't have to tell me what happened, but you do have to eat all the eggs"
>......wha
>And so she hands you a bowl full of eggs, she doesn't even give you context of what happened last night, what were you doing in Equestria let alone her house, or how you two met even, nothing. It was all about her and her bowl full of eggs.
>You couldn't come up with a proper response to what just happened, so all you were capable to do was kindly receive the bowl full of eggs and muster up the courage to say
>"Y-You too..."