[ONE] [SIZE] [NSFW] Amazonian Lyra

Amazonian Lyra x Anon, Soft Oral Vore

	“Wake up!  C’mon, wake up little guy!”

	The human groaned, rolling over onto his side.  The intense nausea combined with a throbbing headache left him woefully unapologetic, and in a rather sour mood.

	“Finally!” came the same almost panicked voice.  “You sure took long enough to wake up.”

	Shaking his head in an effort to clear it, Anonymous sat up, looking around for the source of the voice.  Holding his head with his hand, he rested his elbow on his knee, eyes finally adjusting to the light.  What he saw was upsetting, to say the least.  It wasn’t Octavia’s home, as it should be.  At least, that was the first thing that really stuck out to him.

	“Well c’mon, get up!” came the voice again, poking at him.

	The poke knocked him over onto whatever hard surface he was currently resting upon.  Grumbling, he pushed himself back up, his legs still wobbly from… something.  He couldn’t quite recall what, but it was an unpleasant experience, he knew that much.  Finally on his feet, he managed to locate the source of the voice.

	“Who’re you?”

	“I’m Lyra, nice ta meet ya ‘Nonymous!” the green pony replied, eyes wide with excitement.  “Tavi told me all about you!  Said you were really good with your hands.”

	“Where is Octavia?”

	“Sheee’s…” Lyra started, looking around the room anxiously.  “At rehearsal!  Yeah!  She asked me to watch you while she was out.”

	“She knows I can take care of myself.  Why aren’t we at her house?”

	“That’s not important.”

	“I think it is,” Anonymous said, taking a shaky step forward.  Whatever she’d done to him, it was still working its way out of his system.  Rubbing his eyes in an attempt to get better focus, Anonymous was promptly knocked onto his ass.

	“It’s not, really,” Lyra said, her Amazonian sized pony face now inches from Anonymous’s.  Her hot breath flowed from her mouth, her tongue in a position that made the human nervous.  “Ever since I heard about you, I’ve wanted a tiny little human of my own.  But, since Tavi’s greedy, I figured I’d just borrow you for a bit.”

	“Fine, fine,” Anonymous said, not really in a position to argue.  “What is it you want?”
Her light blue and white mane dangled down on either side of her face, a stray lock wafting over her right golden eye.  She had an air about her that Anonymous didn’t think he really liked.  Octavia was right, this mare was obsessed.  The eerie grin that danced onto her features after asking the question made the human immediately regret doing so.

	“Oh we’re going to have some fun, little guy,” she said, her magic aura gripping the human.  Pulling him up, she backed her face away, carrying him in front of her as she walked.  “But first, I need to make sure you don’t go and get any silly ideas.”

	Being his size, the human had no real opportunity to put up much of a fight or opposition of any kind really, save for hoping Octavia noticed he was missing soon.  The crazed green mare tied his hands to his waist and his ankles together with a minty smelling floss, effectively immobilizing him, save for a bit of hopping.  Stepping back, she set the human on the counter to admire her handiwork.

	“Well?”

	“I can’t move, if that’s what you’re asking.”

	“Good!” she said, her magic aura reappearing once more.  Far faster than he’d hoped for, Anonymous was slung about like a small toy.  While he was small, and he likely couldn’t do any serious damage on his own, he could’ve at least tried to fight… A thought that begged him to wonder just how he got into this mess in the first place.

	Hearing a door click brought the human back to the now, the different room appearing more cozy than the first.  Looking around, he found a bed, confirming that this was indeed her bedroom.  This was going to end in a few ways, and none of them were good.  For the human, anyways.

	“I hope you realize just how lucky you are,” Lyra said, climbing onto the bed.  Rolling over onto her back, she splayed her legs wide, levitating the human over onto her belly.  “Most stallions would kill for what you’re about to get to do.”

	Her plush belly sank in a couple inches under the human’s weight.  Though he hated to admit anything positive about her, he had to admit her stomach was incredibly soft.  Octavia’s was far softer, of course, but still.  Lyra was a close second, crazy or not.

	“If you’re interested in my hands, why did you tie me up?”

	“Oh we’ll get to your hands, don’t you worry,” she said, moving him lower, dragging him over the curve of her body.  Her breathing had increased, her eyes now half lidded with a look that Anonymous found familiar, yet unsettling at his size: lust.

	As she dragged him down, eventually the curve of her body dropped significantly.  She held him to her body though, dragging him face first along her moistening nether lips.  One pass got him soaked up to his waist, another from his head down.

	“Wait, can’t we work something out?” he asked, though he had a feeling he knew the answer.

	“I already have!” she said, pulling the human back up to her head.  “Alls you gotta do is squirm for me, and I’ll let you out!” she said, a wild look in her eyes.  Before either of them had a chance to say more, there was a knock at the door.

	“Oh thank the stars,” Anonymous said, going limp with relief in Lyra’s magical grip.

	“Ponyfeathers.  Who is it?” Lyra called out.

	“Lyra, it’s Octavia.  Open up.”

	“Yes!”

	“Darn it!” Lyra hissed, looking at the sexually soaked human.  Her juices clung to him, dripping in slimy beads down onto her neck and belly.  She had not expected this.

	“Octavia!” Anonymous yelled, as loud as his lungs could manage.  “Help!  She’s got—“

	Lyra stuck the human’s head into her mouth.  At least now he wouldn’t call out for help anymore.  He of course started squirming, trying to worm his way free, but to no avail.  Her lips held him in place quite well.

	“Anonymous!  Hold on, I’m coming!” Octavia’s voice came, followed by a pounding on Lyra’s door.

	Acting quickly, Lyra pushed the human the rest of the way into her mouth hastily.  In the process, her teeth tugged and loosened the bonds she’d placed on his hands earlier, almost enough for him to free himself.  Almost.

	Lyra shuddered when he started to really squirm, his waist and legs sticking out of her mouth.  He was so big!  She’d never get him down!  Well, maybe… but it wouldn’t be easy.  Not to mention he tasted absolutely outstanding.  Her tongue slathered his face and chest, his little clothes adding that tiny bit of texture that made him even more exotic.

	She sucked the rest of him into her mouth like a noodle, wet slurping noises emanating from her mouth as his legs disappeared beyond her lips.  As she sucked him in, she was forced to start swallowing, his head now pressing into her throat, her mouth having forced him to bend as she swallowed him.  She gulped again, his feet now holding just outside of her lips.  She grinned an evil grin, only for her expression to shoot to worry as a loud crack broke through the house.

	“Lyra!” Octavia said, followed by a hasty gallop.  The bedroom door was unlocked, making It easy for Octavia to open the door and take in the sight.  Lyra was on her bed, presenting herself to Octavia, a crazy grin on her face.  The musical mare stood in the doorway, confused as she tried to piece together what was going on.  When she finally did figure out that those were Anonymous’s feet sticking out of Lyra’s lips, it was too late.

	Lyra swallowed.

	Anonymous’s feet slipped beyond her lips, the large lump sliding down her throat.  As Octavia charged, jumping onto the bed, she pinned Lyra with her hooves, but not before giving her horn a good smack.  Lyra gagged, stuttering Anonymous’s journey into her belly, but it did not slow it nor stop said journey from happening.  Octavia was forced to watch as her little human lump slid down Lyra’s throat, into her body.

	“Lyra, what have you done?!” she said, tears of anger and sorrow in her eyes.

	“If I can’t have him,” she said, coughing.  “No-one can.”

	Octavia was lost.  Her human had been taken not only from her, but from this world.  Tears started to form on her face as she let herself fall onto Lyra, no longer caring.  Scooting down, she rested her head on Lyra’s belly, listening for any signs of life.

	“Anonymous?” she whispered, pressing her head hard into Lyra’s belly.  “Anonymous, can you hear me?”
Silence.  Deafening, dreaded, silence.




“Octavia?” came a muffled response.

	“Anonymous!  You’re alive!” she said, looking at Lyra’s belly.  Without really thinking about it, she kissed the pudgy green belly, getting some of Lyra’s sexual juices on her lips in the process.  “Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to get you out!”

	“Pffft, no you won’t,” Lyra said, chuckling to herself.  “He’s mine now, and you’ll never see him again.”  Octavia’s look changed from one of sorrow and anger, to one of a calm, collected demeanor.  The sudden shift unnerving Lyra.  She knew crazy.  “W-what are you gonna do?”

	“Where’s your Lyre?”