Aug 2020

Anonymous 08/15/20(Sat)21:03:42 No.35749031
>hold her hooves in your hand
>every morning and every afternoon, as you strolled together through the village, lyra insisted that you hold her hoof in your hand
>she would use her magic to tug against it
>or she'd just touch her hoof to it
>a few times after you two had an especially full day she pressed her snoot against it
>one time she just exhaled audibly and stared at you with bright, full eyes
>she never asked directly, however
>it was awkward
>a pony doesn't walk well on three legs
>she was forced to hobble, your pace was reduced to a crawl, it took twice the time to get anywhere, passerby ponies would stare and smile or pass you decidedly
>you had to support her weight and keep her balanced otherwise she'd fall over or slip right onto her belly
>it must take a lot for a pony to give you their forehoof
>in spite of the inhibitions she insisted
>her hoof did feel nice
>firm. well cared for without a chip or crack or nick or dent
>picked, rasped, and filed
>her feathers fetlocks were grown full, but were soft and clean, thinner and wispier than the rest of her coat
>they'd tickle you a bit sometimes but it gave you something to tousle with a free finger
>sometimes you'd trace your thumb across the front of her hoof, lazily and gently, admiring that strange little digit
>she seemed to like that, her gait would get just a bit more hurried, a bit more bouncy
>of course it was still terribly unbalanced
>maybe it tickled
>probably was a weird sensation for a species of four-legged hooved animals
>walking side by side was strange
>but every time, with no hesitation and no regret, you'd oblige her, and gently take her little hoof in your hand and walk for hours and afternoons through town, with no hassle nor haste

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Anonymous 08/16/20(Sun)01:45:00 No.35749872
>You look back at ‘Non’s magic sun dial from your big bowl of oats.
>...
>Okay, technically these are ‘Non’s oats, but he probably won't notice a bit missing.
>Besides, if he didn't want anypony teleporting in and taking his oats, he wouldn't be such a sleepy human.
>It's almost 7 am for sun’s sake!
>You could be sitting on a park bench with your big pal throwing bread at Pegasai by now.
>Or messing with the weird spypony gadgets Bonnie made you guys promise not to touch.
>Why can't ‘Non sleep 3 hours a day like a normal pony?
>Snorting, you slide down from the over sized chair and make your way to Anon’s room.
>It is about time for him to get up.
>...Sort of.
>Peering in, you see him tightly curled up, hugging his arms.
>Huhh, looks like he kicked his blanket off in his sleep.
>You hop onto the bed, nuzzling your way into his arms.
>He doesn't resist at all, even squeezing you close with a small grunt and shiver.
>Instinctively, your ears move around, listening for anything that might try to snatch him up.

 Anonymous 08/16/20(Sun)01:46:03 No.35749874
>With that you pull the covers back over him, which causes the sleepy stallion to relax, nuzzling the side of your neck.
>He says humans like sleeping alone, but the smile forming on his face betrays that.
>Maybe you should make this a regular thing, maybe even invite some other ponies over.
>Nopony should sleep alone.
>“Huhh? Lye? How'd you get in, you little weirdo?”
>Despite his weak protest, he reaffirms his hug and buries his small human snoot into your fur again causing you to nicker.
“Never mind that, come on we got a lot of stuff to do!”
>He looks up with dreary eyes. “...Like what?”
“My friends from Canterlot are coming over for a camping trip and a certain human is going to help me scare the horns off of them.”
>He blinks for a moment as he processes what you just said.
>”I think I'd like that.” He grins.
“I knew you would.”
>You struggle out of his grasp, swatting his arm away with a tail and use magic to throw some pants at him.
“Now come on, we gotta get you a spooky costume and stuff.”
>”Yeah, yeah. Hold your horses.”
>...What?

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 Anonymous 08/16/20(Sun)20:59:49 No.35753145
>Lyra tries to dress up real pretty because she doesn't want you to notice her greatest flaw.
>Her horn spiral goes the wrong way.
>Worry sets in when her human looks all confused.
>Even apologizing as she shies away.
>She then gets startled as she's given a big warm hug.

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Anonymous 08/17/20(Mon)01:07:57 No.35754050
“Lyra," said a traveller,
“Is a rock, a mighty fortress;
“Often have I been to her,
“Even to her fluffy tum,
“From whence the world looks black.”

“Lyra," said a traveller,
“Is a breath, a wind,
“A shadow, a phantom;
“Long have I pursued her,
“But never have I touched
“The hem of her whiskers.”

And I believed the second traveller;
For Lyra was to me
A breath, a wind,
A shadow, a phantom,
And never had I touched
The hem of her whiskers.

Anonymous 08/17/20(Mon)01:17:05 No.35754070
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: “Four vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose horn
And wrinkled snoot, and smile of oat stealing,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hoof that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Lyramandius, Pone of Pones:
Look on my tickley whiskers, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level oats stretch far away.”

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Anonymous 08/17/20(Mon)07:20:22 No.35754829
>implying her horn spiral isn't perfectly backwards

>be cuddling with lyra
>her head is resting calmly on your lap
>trace her horn spiral with your finger down to her mane and start to pet it softly
>accidentally make her self conscious and panicked