>wake up in the middle of the night
>Lyra is in your room, wearing one of your t-shirts that's too big for her, and a pair of panties she got somewhere
>"...Hi, Anon...!"
>"What... are you--?"
>"It's... um... cold. In my room. I think my AC is broken again."
>she snuggles in closer to you
>"You mind if I sleep here tonight?"
>you reluctantly agree to let her sleep in your bed, letting her get under the covers while you offer to sleep on top of them
>"Oh... you don't have to do that, Anon! It's your bed, after all - we can share a blanket!"
>she seems... eager to see you take this option.
>you decide to let Lyra share the covers with you, and scoot over in the bed to let her hop up
>she's shivering - you can't tell if it's from the "cold" or from something else, but you brush it off and lay back, closing your eyes
>"Night, Anon!"
>"...Goodnight, Lyra..."
>you slide over to give her a little room, and soon enough you drift off
>your dreams are overshadowed by a feeling of being watched...
>you wake up again
>you've turned onto your side
>Lyra's not on the pillow
>You feel a breeze in your boxers
>weird, you must have thrown the covers off while you slept
>look down
>they're still there
>and there's a lump under them.
>you lift the flap to see that you have a partial erection - enough for it to poke out of the flap of your boxers
>and Lyra is staring at it
>that breeze you were feeling? Her breath.
>she doesn't seem to have noticed you yet.
>"Uh..."
>Lyra starts, shaking the bed slightly and looks up at you
>"ANON! HI! UM...!"
>She taps her front hooves together as you sit up, and under the blue of her hair you can see her face turning very red
>"This... isn't what it looks like, Anon!"
>She gives you a grin that looks more like a grimace, hoping you believe her
>her eyes keep wandering between your face and your crotch
>You're still poking out of your boxers, and even though you're not attracted to ponies, the feeling of Lyra staring at your little friend starts a chain reaction, and it starts to grow in spite of the situation
>She watches it intently, biting her lip as she leans a little closer, transfixed by it as you try to wrestle it back into your boxers.
>"What exactly were you doing down there?"
>"I... um...!! I... dropped something! Yeah!"
>She laughs nervously, and you can see disappointment in her eyes as you finally put your pecker away, although her eyes linger on the bulge.
>"You were... um... poking out, and I was... looking for... the thing I dropped, and... ahaha... I've just never gotten to suck a human's 'thing' before-- and--"
>she doubletakes, realizing what she just said
>"SEE! SEE! Never gotten to SEE! A... human's...!"
>this is getting very awkward
>you sit in silence for several awkward minutes
>finally you sigh
>she's always acted weird around you ever since you moved in together, but you never expected her to try something like this.
>you're feeling a mix of a lot of different things right now, but mostly you're just embarrassed
>Lyra looks to be about the same, turning away and looking up at you, her face burning red with shame as she pulls up the shirt onto her shoulders, where it's started to fall off.
>her voice is quiet when she finally speaks.
>"You... think we can... maybe... forget this happened and go back to sleep?"
>You rub your eyes
>"Lyra... what do you want? Be blunt with me."
>she turns even redder and she taps her hooves together again, pulling up the t-shirt again
>her mouth moves, but no words come out.
>"Lyra."
>it's too early in the morning or late at night or whatthefuck ever hour it is right now to put up with this shit.
>she pulls in a breath and looks you right in the eye.
>"IwannahavesexwithyouAnon."
>Lyra seems to be more relaxed now that her "secret" is out.
>not that she did a great job of hiding that tidbit anyway, what with all the times you caught her watching human porn and the time you accidentally opened that package for her and discovered a human dildo.
>You feel that your reaction, however, is still the proper one.
>"...Huh?"
>"I- I wanna have sex with a human. A REAL human. I wanna know what it's like -- I NEED to know."
>her eyes start wandering again, to your hands, and down to your feet, before going back up to your still rock-hard bulge.
>You stare hard at her for a long moment, brow furrowed.
>"What about Bonbon?"
>her face turns red again and she looks away
>"I-I know! Y-you think I'm some kind of freak now, don't you? I wanted to tell her, but she wouldn't understand! It's just... you humans! Your bodies, hands, your fingers, all the things you can DO with them-- I-I can't help it, I get so HOT thinking about it!"
>"It's been nagging at me forever now, and moving in with you, well...!"
>you sigh, rubbing your eyes again. You've had many an awkward moment because of Lyra and her lack of self-control when it comes to her little fetish; eyeing up your human friends, telling you and them about the "conventions" she goes to, swiping your gloves or your socks and doing God-knows what with them
>Sexually-frustrated is an understatement - this is clearly ripping her up inside

>you can scarcely believe you're saying this
>"...fine."
>she blinks at you. Now it's her turn to be confused.
>"I'll help get it out of your system, if it means you'll stop making things so awkward all the time - but you never ask me for anything like this again, and we never talk about it - ever. To ANYONE. Got it?"
>Lyra looks like a kid on Christmas morning, as she nods, edging toward you excitedly
>"Y-yes! Not a word!"
>you shake your head as you lie back and she climbs on top of you, doing her best to mimic what she's seen of human sex.
>she seems unsure of where to begin, though.
>Lyra wavers, unsure just what to do
>you decide to take the lead, and, remembering her fixation on your hands, trace your fingers behind her ears, around the base of her horn, through her mane and down the back of her neck
>she goes limp at your touch, gasping with pleasure as you touch feather-light on her back, down her side and back up again, your hand wandering over her curves
>your other hand traces lightly across her chest, up her neck and cups her chin, letting you brush your thumb across her lips
>Lyra seems almost lightheaded, smiling dreamily and muttering that she can't believe this is happening, as she takes your thumb into her mouth, suckling it as her eyes drift closed and she makes a tiny little moan in the back of her throat
>Oh God
>your prick twitches at the sound
>you're trying not to get pulled into this, but you can't deny you're getting more than a little excited
>you take your thumb from her mouth and she suddenly leans forward, draping her arms over your shoulders and pressing her lips to yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth as she gently grinds her pelvis against you, her hooves exploring the surface of your back
>you don't know where she learned to kiss... but she's better than you expected
>you reach down and take the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head before tossing it aside
>you busy one hand with one of her breasts, teasing and exploring, the other goes south, gently pulling at the waist of the panties and slipping inside.
>Lyra shudders at your touch, her neck relaxing and her chin resting on your shoulder as she coos gently.
>she's initially dismayed when you take your hand out, but smiles when she sees you're just going for a better angle so you can go a little deeper, pulling the crotch of the panties aside as you lay her on her back, so you can pump your fingers in and out of her as the waves of sensation make her twist and turn
>she takes your free hand in her hooves, and kisses the palm before moving out to the pads of your fingers, one at a time, moving out further and finishing with her lips brushing your fingertips, before she begins to suck on them again.
>her back arches as you hit a sweet spot inside her and she makes that sound in her throat, higher this time.
>you are achingly hard now, unbuttoning your boxers and letting your little friend out again
>you sit Lyra up and present yourself to her, asking if she knows what to do here
>she gazes lovingly at it, before she starts rubbing it on her muzzle
>this is so wrong, you keep thinking to yourself. SO WRONG.
>but goddamn if the feel of her hair doesn't send fire through your nerves.
>your prick twitches again, and Lyra giggles.
>"I think it likes me...!"
>after teasing you for a few minutes, she finally opens her mouth
>her warm breath dances across your cock before she suddenly pokes herself in the nose with it.
>"Boop!"
>She starts laughing, before she takes you into her mouth, sucking and teasing it with her tongue.
>you hold her by the horn as she takes up a rhythm, pumping you in and out of her mouth as she reaches up to your waistband, trying to pull your shorts down.
>now you know just what she was doing with that human dildo - oh god
>she pulls her mouth free with a little "pop!" and slips them down, giggling at how your penis moves before taking a moment to look at what she hadn't seen before.
>you ask if it's what she was expecting
>she looks up at you
>"Better. So much better...!!"
>you sit down on the bed, and she explores this new territory with her mouth, kissing, licking and suckling her way down your shaft and lavishing attention on your sack.
>she props her hooves on your thighs and brushes a fetlock across your groin, the warmth of it deliciously accenting the cooling sensation from her saliva, as she returns to her ministrations
>you return the favor by reaching down to tease at her labia again, her wetness coating your fingers as her breathing deepens.
>you start getting close, nearly coming off before you gently pull her away, giving yourself a chance to calm down
>"You w-wouldn't want this to end before it starts, would you?"
>Lyra blinks at you, before it clicks, and her face lights up
>you stack up a few pillows and lay Lyra on her back, taking a moment to run your fingers through her tail as she shivers from the sensation, and potent arousal
>you lay a few locks of the hair across your nose and breathe in, closing your eyes
>for being such a weirdo... she smells really nice
>she's still smiling that dreamy, heavy-lidded smile - the smile of someone who just found heaven and got a side-order of nirvana
>you pull the panties down, letting them hang off of one of her hooves
>you gently spread her legs apart, and hold yourself at her ready entrance
>the scent of her hits you, sweet and heady and strong
>you can feel the heat from her, and you look down to see rivulets of lubricant trickling out of her vagina, soaking into her tail and the sheets.
>her breathing quickens from excitement - she knows the main event is here and she can barely contain herself as she drapes her arms around your neck, smiling at you in gratitude and adoration.
>"Are you ready?"
>she nods
>"Take me - I'm yours...!"
>you push in and feel a ripple move through her body like electricity, as she lets out a sound between a moan and a high gasp, her eyes dilating as she goes rapturously blank for one glorious instant
>then you begin to thrust
>never before have you seen one singular instance of happiness as pure and awesome as that which Lyra is feeling right now - her face is that of one who is finally complete
>she moans and gasps into your lips, and you find yourself savoring the taste of her and you mingling together
>she breaks away to whisper your name again and again and again as you pick up the pace and she holds on tightly
>the sensation becomes too much for her, and she loses the ability to form any words but "I love you," over and over again
>"I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you"
>she grows louder and louder and louder as you pound her, and some little corner of your mind thanks God and Celestia and whatever else is out there that your walls are sound proofed
>her muscles clench around you
>here it is
>you're about to come
>and judging from the muscles clamping and clenching in a maddening rhythm, so is Lyra, her forehead drenched in sweat, her eyes sliding slowly open as she gasps and moans in time with the contractions
>your eyes meet and an unspoken question flits through the air
>Lyra gasping out her words, nods
>"Yes! Yesyesyesyes! Love-- you! Want-- you! Come-- in-- me...!!!"
>your mind goes blank for one beautiful instant
>the dam breaks, and you give one mighty thrust, before you begin emptying yourself into Lyra
>you've never come this much - load after thick, hot load of your seed flowing into her as you take her face in your hands, and capture her lips in yours
>Lyra grips you tighter, and her whole body begins to convulse from the force of her orgasm as she lets out a cry, muffled by your kiss
>a gush of wetness flows out of her, soaking your groin and the sheets under you
>her walls clamp down, holding you inside her, as the involuntary jolts continue, as if her body doesn't want this moment to end - like it wants you two to be as one forever
>and you do too, for that moment
>exhausted, you both collapse onto the bed, drenched in sweat, and you pull yourself free
>you lie next to Lyra and, putting your arms around her, pull her in close, letting her head rest on your chest

>for a very long time, or what feels like it, you just lie there, both of you basking in the afterglow, that feeling of peace and completeness
>Lyra idly rubs her belly, smiling blearily up at you and murmuring "thank you...!" over and over again
>too drained to reply, you just nod, before it overtakes you
>you just manage to pull her closer before you drop off into exhausted sleep
>The next morning, you're making breakfast while the sheets spend some quality time with the washer
>snow has coated the ground outside and it's still coming down - it's a beautiful sight.
>Lyra, in her robe, sits at the dining room table and watches it as you eat together.
>the rest of the morning is spent in a strangely companionable silence - as if nothing need be said
>still, last night stays with you
>you felt something with Lyra - the way things began and the way they ended were very different.
>Lyra, for her part, seems calmer, and you're suddenly much more comfortable being around her
>you're just about to ask about last night - you feel like you should discuss it with her - when the doorbell rings
>the initial annoyance fades when you see Bonbon on your doorstep, bundled up in layers on layers as the snow comes down
>"What are you doing out here in this weather??"
>"How's everything? You guys all right? The temperature dropped to WAY below freezing last night, and Lyra mentioned the AC wasn't working, so I thought I'd come and check on you..."
>you tell her everything's fine
>"We didn't even feel it!" says Lyra, with a laugh.