Lyra's Cawfee

>"Anon how was your day?"
"It was okay, just the typical grind. Applejack had me working later than usual. You know how cider season can be."
>Be anon, lone human in equestria. You are visiting your friend lyra who you known for quite some time.
>You are enjoying yourself a cup of coffee that your mintfriend has selflessly provided to you.
>The air is filled with the stench of brew. It is not over powering, but more so inviting.
>You rest easy on Lyra's couch slouching. You know it is not good for your back but you still do so because it's comfortable.
>To the Left of you is your minty host. Sitting properly looking to you.
>While she does so, she begins pouring herself a second cup of caffeinated goodness on the coffee table across from you.
>You already had two so far, and your third nearly completed.
>The Mug feels warm in your palms. It is obviously made of white ceramic. On the mug there is bold black text on it.
>It reads... "#1 Human."
>courtesy of Pinkie.
>You're not sure if you should feel flattered by her gift or Pinkie has a grim sense of humor.
>Well, you know what they say, you can't be worst of something, if you are the only one.
>And besides, it kinda grew on you.

>"Is it about that time?! Celestia, where does the days go?"
>You take a sip from your mug. It warm and bitter. You only put one cube of sugar in your cup. No cream.
"Well, time is most definitely a strange mistress. I try my best to not think about it too much. No point on dwelling on the past ya know?"
>"Y-yeah..."
>You notice Lyra looking rather bothered.
"Lyra are you okay? You seem a little troubled. Is everything okay?"
>She snaps back to reality.
>"Sorry, Did you say something?
"Uh yeah, you're overfilling your mug."
>You pointed to Lyra's cup.
>Lyra's eyes widen in panic. She frantically stops pouring and quickly grabs a rag near by with her magic to stop the liquid from spilling over the table.
>"Shitshitshit!"
"Lyra language!"
>You said jokingly.
>"Oh please, don't pretend you do swear as well."
"Hahaha, yeah you're fucking right. But I do suppose I am to blame. After all, you do hang around me often.
>Lyra looks down towards the floor.
>"..."
>You sit up straight, concerned for your friend.
"So are you gonna tell me what's up?"
>"..."
"Lyra you can tell me."
>She turns back to you after cleaning up the mess.
>"Anon, do you know what today it is?"
Uhh, tuesday?
>"Well, you're not wrong but that's not the answer I'm looking for."
"Hmm, taco... tuesday?"
>Lyra's cheeks turned a tinge red.
>"NO ANON! It's been a year! A YEAR!"
>You were a bit surprised by your friend's outburst, then you started to concentrate. Aaaand nothing comes to mind.
"Uhh... assume I'm retarded."
>Lyra facehoofed herself.
>"Ugh."
"I'm sorry Lyra, I'm really bad at keeping track of these things. Did something important happened?"
>"You tell me."
>Her eye's trail towards you. If she were a robot, you would've bet lasers would come out.
"Can I get a hint? Before your stare kills me.
>She takes a breath to calm herself.
>"It involves us."
"Us? Us...us...uhh.."
>"When we first..."
"Met?"
>"FINALLY!"


>First met? Wait! It's been a year!?
"Holy crap, has it been that long?"
>She nods in acknowledgement.
"Wow, I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner."
>"As long as you figured it out I'm okay with it."
"O-okay, but I do kinda feel bad."
>"Don't worry about it. For someone as forgetful as you it was kinda expected."
"No, I have to worry about it. It's been a year since I met the one pony that means the most to me.
>"Well, since you're offering what do you suggest?"
"We should go out and do something. Like watch a movie, or maybe eat out. Or maybe we could could have pinkie throw a party or something."
>"How about go on a picnic?
>MMMmmm, just thinking about apricot and orange jam on toast makes your mouth water.
>"Cuddle."
"Yeah cuddle!"
>Wait, what?
"Wait, What?"
>Lyra blushes. She shifts slightly trying to minimize eye contact with you. You can't help but notice how cute she looks.
>"T-too much?"
"N-no it's not, it just so outta left field."
>"I mean we don't have to if you don't want to."
>You let the idea sink deep. Here you are with one of your closest friends and she want to cuddle with you. Not with another pony, but you.
>You're not really sure as to why she asking you, but something about the idea seems so... right. Maybe fitting? After all, you are talking about Lyra here.
>And you would do anything to make her happy.
"Well, if that's what you want, I'm game."
>Her ears perk, she has a bright smile that lasted no more than a second.
>"GREAT! I mean...Okay. Is the couch okay?"
>You analyze the couch. It is fairly large for just one pony. If anyone tried hard enough, it could hold up to 4 pony sized guests.
"Sure, it is rather comfy."
>She smiles at your statement.
"I know right!"


>Your minty friend continues to clean her spill. It is a shame that good coffee went to waste.
>It almost reminds you of that one time at the fair when you were young.
>You had a hearty scoop of ice cream with sprinkle that your folks bought for you.
>One minute, you were enjoying the dairy treat. The next, some fatass bumped into you and your treat wasn't looking so appetizing on the floor.
>Rest in pepperonis. Never forgetti.
>"I might have to make some more."
>You take a sip of the last bit of brew from your mug. Damn it was good.
>You wish you had more but you don't want to impose.
"It's alright, I already had my fill for today."
>She turns to you, looking with her golden eyes almost disappointed.
>"Are you sure? It won't be any trouble at all. And besides I still want make a bit more for myself."
"If it's not too much trouble, knock yourself out."
>Yessss.
>She was content with the response. Her face fills with delight and a bit excitement. Damn She looks adorable when she is happy.
>"Fantastic! I've been working on something recently and I want to have a second opinion it."
"How is this anything different from the stuff you made earlier?"
>You put your empty mug on the table. Lyra proceeds to levitate your mug and hers along with the empty coffee pot. Your body feels warm from the brew.
>Slump mode active.
>"Well, since its our anniversary, I thought I do something a bit special.
>Lyra rubs her forehoof a bit nervously.
>"A-and when we finish that, we'll... You know."
"Cuddle?"
>"Y-yeah that!
>You can see how painfully nervous she is about the idea.
>"Just wait here while I get everything fixed up for us."
>And with that off she goes.

>Be Lyra, nervous as fuck. Anon agreed to your request.
>You didn't think it would be that simple.
>You couldn't help but feel giddy with excitement.
>You carried the mugs and pot to the kitchen and began to clean them thoroughly in the sink.
>You contemplate whether your request was a bit too forward.
>Sure, you known him for only a year, but he has been a great influence in your life.
>When you first met him he was lost.
>unsure about the world around him.
>He was nothing that you had ever seen in your life before.
>The closest thing to his physique you have seen before was a minotaur.
>But he looks a lot smoother and sleek. He is definitely more compassionate than those creatures.
>He was just roaming in a open field while you were playing one of your musical pieces with your lyre.
>He was so tantalized by your tune that he approached you.
>You were scared at first but he wasn't threatening.
>Next thing you knew he ended up being one of your audiences.
>After playing a few tunes, he asked about...well, everything!
>What is this place? how did he get here? Who I was?
>At first you didn't know what to think.
>He was like a filly that was born just yesterday.
>You couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
>Eventually, you took him to Ponyville.
>Most of the other ponies thought you were crazy to bring him there.
>But with little assistance of Twilight, he ended up becoming part of the community.
>He is quite independent. The princesses were willing to provide him with financial aid but he simply declined it.
>He wanted to build own foundation in life.
>Maybe it was a human thing.
>So Applejack offered her barn to sleep in and a place to work.
>It didn't take long for him to accept the offer.
>After he got situated, you hardly seen much of him.
>You did often worry about him.
>From time to time when you were in town, you seen him hard at work with the Apples.
>Over time, he already established a name for himself. He wasn't just called the only human in Equestria. He became just Anon.
>Eventually, ponies respected him like he was one of their own.
>You could have talked to him to see how he was adjusting, but for some reason you didn't have the courage to.
>Maybe it was because Anon always was working and you didn't want to bother him.
>So you let him tend to his own tasks.
>Just when you thought you wouldn't get the chance to see him again, he knocked on your front door.


>He wanted to see how you doing.
>You didn't know what to think.
>For one he had acquired a new attire. One that made him look really formal.
>He did look attractive with those clothes on. Perhaps even inviting.
>Second, He looked rather happier. When he came here, he looked rather dull.
>Dark circles around his eyes, stressed, and conflicted.
>But now it's like all his burdens scurried off.
>Not to mention how toned he looked.
>I guess working at a farm for awhile would do that to a pony.
>But a human? Mare, it works wonders for him.
>Not to mention how fit he is.
>You recalled the time when Anon visited the local schoolyard to entertain fillies.
>They would use Anon's body like a jungle gym.
>He was carrying like five fillies on his own.
>two around his arms, two on his shoulders and one on his head.
>You swore Anon's strength caught the attention of various ponies.
>It caught yours thats for sure.
>You invited him inside your house and engaged in one of the longest conversation in your life.
>You asked him about his life and prospects during his stay in Ponyville. He mentions that everypony is so friendly and inviting.
>He goes on about the work he does alongside Applejack.
>And lastly mentions that Twilight is trying find out how he got here.
>Curiously you asked about life before he came to Equestria.
>It was like opening a can of worms for Anon.
>Apparently things were difficult for him.
>He mentioned that he worked the majority of his life just to make ends meet.
>It paid enough to live at some low rated apartment but not enough for him to enjoy some luxuries.
>Apparently job hunting is really competitive in his world.
>Find a job that anyone likes is considered a rarity.
>He mentioned he spent the majority of his spare time on the computer living through the lives of others through it.
>You're not sure what that meant but it seems like that was Anon's form of escape from the reality that he lived.
>He didn't have many friends. And the ones that he called friends really needed to reevaluate what it meant to be one.
>Because a real friend wouldn't let Anon live the life he did.
>You can't help but feel sorrow for the life that he once lived.



>To deviate from the topic that plagued him, you decided to make some coffee courtesy of Bonbon.
>She gifted you a coffee machine way back when. She thought that since you stay late writing sheet music that you could use it to give yourself an edge against sleep.
>After making a brew for him and yourself, he commented on how good it was.
>Now you're no expert on coffee making, but hearing that made you feel good about yourself.
>As days went by, Anon would visit your home from time to time. Keeping you updated about things happening about his life and wanting to keep up with yours.
>Just to keep things fresh, you end up purchasing various blends of coffee just so the taste doesn't get dull.
>It really gives you and Anon something to have in common.
>I guess it became a small hobby of some sorts. It definitely does clear your mind when you hit a wall when coming up with a composition.
>Sometimes you would play your lyre while Anon basks in the comfort of your melodies and brew.
>Your own private audience to call your friend.
>And ever since he hasn't stopped. You enjoyed his company every time you see him.
>Sometimes you both go out and enjoy the various festivities that takes place around Ponyville.
>From the spooky scary Nightmare Night to the cool wholesome holiday that is Hearth's Warming day.
>Whatever the occasion may be, you can always count on Anon to always think of you.
>Thinking of you?
>If anon was always thinking of you, you would almost think that maybe he lov-
"Lyra everything okay in there?"
>Crap! How long were you reminiscing?
>"I'm okay! Just really making sure that everything is clean.
>You lied.
"Well alright, take your time."


>Be Anon again. You just watched Lyra hastily grabbed the dishes into the kitchen.
>You can't help but feel that Lyra feels as nervous as you are. But secretly you feel a bit excited.
>Sure, you known Lyra for quite some time. However, it is a bit hard to believe its been a year already.
>When you first came to this world, your mind was all over the place. you remember vaguely of a white light.
>Next thing you knew, you woke up in a middle of an open field. Nature sparked all your senses.
>It was completely different than the city life you onced lived it.
>You remembered a time where it was difficult to make ends meat. Your job was rather shitty, your boss was insufferable, and god the customers.
>If God made people just to be a leech to feed off your misfortune you would slap the holy shit out of him.
>But you suppose all things are temporary.
>After all, you did end up in a world where ponies could talk, and cast magic.
>You could've sworn that your dealer slipped a little something extra into your vice to make you believe you were tripping balls.
>But here you are one year strong.
>Those were lowly times, but all that is behind you. Everyone here is so welcoming and supportive.
>If it wasn't for Lyra you probably would have been Equestria's equivalent to sasquatch.
>Lyra.
>Just thinking of her really makes your heart race.
>It's almost like a wave of emotions that enveloped you in a cozy blanket.
>There is so much to say about your minty friend. She's out going, talented, compassionate, endearing, you could go on.
>The day you first met her, you have never been more at ease with yourself in your entire life.
>Something about the way she plays her music and pulls you into her own little symphony really just make you marvel at her grace.
>Man... The fact that you get the chance to she her whenever you like makes it feel like Christmas every time you do.
>There is so much more you wish to do with this mare.
>Not just as a friend, but possibly something much more.
>That is if she okay with that.
>Lyra sure is taking awhile. You can still hear the sink running in kitchen. Maybe you should see how she is doing.
"Lyra everything okay in there?"
>"I'm okay! Just really making sure that everything is clean.
"Well alright, take your time."
>You wonder what special blend Lyra is going to make.



>Fucking hell your legs feel numb.
>Probably from laying back for so long.
>Ever since you called out to your mint friend she been hard at work.
>You heard countless rattling of utensils and bowls cascading off each other along with the sounds of hard working hooves.
>You also hear the coffee machine hiss out of the kitchen along with smell of brew permeating in the air.
>It's almost intoxicating and yet alluring.
>A smell so strong that you can almost taste it.
>I hope your body can take it. Sure coffee is good and all, but caffinated shits are seriously unavoidable.
>That's future Anon's problem now.
>What matters now is that your friend is making something special for you and herself.
>And nobody else.
>You let your mind swim with the possibilities of what she could be making.
>Heh, knowing ponies you figure that probably she is going to make something sweet.
>Probably some form of a mocha latte.
>OOOoooo... maybe cinnamon in it as well?
>You do smell a bit of cinnamon.
>You're hyping yourself up.
>Maybe it is best not to think about too much.
>After all, you'll be happy with whatever-
>You hear glass shatter in the kitchen along with a sudden splash.
>"aaaAAAAHHHH!"
>Your heart skipped to the sound of screaming.
>Who is screaming?
>OH SHIT NIGGA!
"LYRA!"


>Removing all sense of reason, you hopped off the couch and quickly made you way to the kitchen.
>The floor is plastered with hot liquid mess and glass.
>Near the sink you see Lyra writhing in pain as she holds her right hoof up.
>It is wet from the coffee she was trying to make.
>she turns to you pained and tears in her eyes.
> She is Shuddering.
>"A-anon?"
>You quickly made your way over to her Kneeling close to her her.
>You feel a sense of fear for your friend beside you.
>At this point she has her eyes closed and tears start streaming down her face.
"Lyra you're gonna be fine, please be strong."
>"I-I..."
"Lyra relax, we have to get that treated, just bare with me okay?"
>You muster a reassuring smile as she looks to you with her wet eyes.
>She simply nods as she strains a bit.
>You quickly got up and decided to clear the kitchen's countertop.
>You shove anything that could poses as a hindrance near the sink.
>Bowls, spoons, a bag of sugar, chocolate bars and syrup, cinnamon...
>Are you fucking psychic!?
>CONCENTRATE!
>Right, sorry brain.
>Your brain is running marathons.
>Adrenaline is pumping.
>You turn off the coffee machine and unplug it.
>You then promptly picked up the machine and relocated near the rest of the ingredients.
>Damn that machine is heavy!
>You quickly rummaged through the  kitchen cabinets to find some paper towels or something.
>Luckily you found some white rags.
>You grabbed a few rags and threw them on the floor.
>That way you don't slip under your own footing.
>Last thing you need is two accidents in one place.
>You grabbed two rags and folded them together.
>You wipe the brew that was left on the marble counter tops.
>Despite taking precautions, you can feel the heat through the rags.
>Fucking hell, Lyra spilled this on herself.


>When you felt the countertops were clean enough, you threw the rags you used into the sink.
>You then made your way over to your mint friend who was still in pain.
"Okay Lyra, I'm going to need your help."
"Wrap you good hoof over the back of my neck like you're huggin me and hold tight."
>She hesitates a bit but eventually does so.
>You then slip your left arm over her back, while your right is under her rump.
>Its plump yet firm.
>Now is not the time to get an erection dammit!
>Her neck rests on your shoulder. She is soft to the touch.
>Her fragrance lights up your nose.
>She smells like caramel.
>She Smells nice.
>Her breathing is soft but she hics on and off. You guess she is still shaken from what occured.
>You lifted her from the ground and placed her on the counter. She was still holding her injured hoof up.
>She has a sad expression on her face.
>"Anon i-it hurts."
"I know I know, let's see what we could do about that."
>You grabbed a clean rag from the cabinet and ran some cool water under the faucet.
>After twisting the rag of it's extra moisture, you turned to Lyra.
"This might sting a bit"
>You lifted her bad hoof with your left hand while you begin dabbing the towel on it with your right.
>You focus on trying to clean up the coffee on her stained fur while also deciding whether she needs to seek real medical treatment.
>Lyra flinches to the touch, but not so often.
>You can see Lyra begin to ease and relax as you continue to tend to her burn.
>She sobs once in awhile as you focus on helping your good friend.
"How does that feel? Let me know if I'm pressing too hard.
>"It still hurts but not-AH!"
"Sorry."
>She snaps
>"N-no Anon, I'm sorry!"
>You're baffled by Lyra's sudden outburst.
>Tears began to take shape in her eyes again.
"I-I wanted to make this day special!"
>"After everything you have done, I thought that I could show my appreciation by doing something for you."
>"But instead I-I *sob*"
>You lifted her chin slightly so that her eyes are leveled with yours.
"Lyra I want you to listen to me..."
>Lyra looks into your eyes you spoke.
"I want you to know that you have done quite enough for me."
>Lyra looks bewildered.
"Whenever I look at you, I can't help but feel grateful for everything you done for me."
"Everyday I spent with you feels like a blessing to me."
"I don't need a year to tell me how special today is."
"Because everyday that I be with you, my friend, it will always be special to me.
"No amount of coffee in the world needs to remind me of that."
"As long I have you in my life that is all I need.
>Lyra's cheeks has a tinge of red on them.
>You rubbed her eyes clean of tears with you fingers as delicately as you could.
"I don't like to see you upset."
>You then embraced her in your arms.
>At first Lyra turned stiff at your sudden gesture, but eventually she gave in.
>She wraps her good arm around body and tries to pull you in closer.
>It felt really warm. You didn't want this to end. And secretly She didn't either.
>You can faintly feel her heartbeat. It harmonizes with yours.
>You hugged Lyra many times but this time felt so different.
>It felt so pleasant.
>Before making this any awkward in longevity, you broke the hug slowly.
>You see her beautiful face once again.
>A smile slowly creeps on her face.
>Warmly.
>Happily.
>And Genuine.
"There we are, that's the Lyra I know."
>You wash the rag you were using and wet it with cool water once again before continuing to aid your friend.


>Some time has passed since the accident occurred.
>At this point Lyra is sitting on the couch while using a first aid kit.
>Thank God there was one in bathroom.
>The burn wasn't as serious as you thought. The fur must've absorbed some of the coffee before making direct contact to her skin.
>You felt relieved. You couldn't help but think of how you would have felt it was serious.
>While she tended to her wound, you volunteered to clean the kitchen.
>She insisted on not having you clean up after her mistakes but you wasn't having that.
>Besides this was nothing compared to the bathrooms you cleaned back at your old job.
>It's so fucking hot in the kitchen.
>So you removed your jacket and rolled up your dress shirt's sleeves.
>You even removed your tie so you could breath.
>You know that a suit makes the man but Jesus Christ can it also suffocate you.
>With a broom and pan, you swept up any glass that posed a threat to anybody and properly disposed of it.
>Afterwards, you mopped up the floors till they were spotless.
>The smell of lemon and coffee filled the kitchen's air.
>Lastly, you put away of the ingredients Lyra was going to use to make her "Special" blend.
>It is a shame that you didn't get to taste it.
>Maybe when all this blows over and possibly when your mint friend less traumatized, she could make it for you. With supervision of course.


>Be Lyra.
>Sitting on the couch.
>Ouch.
>The burn hurts but not so much.
>You are currently applying burn ointment on your injury with your magic.
>When the ointment made contact to your injured hoof it stung a bit
>It felt cool and airy to the touch.
>You can't but feel slightly guilty with what just occurred.
>But your human friend seems to not mind at all.
>Why?
>Why would he go out of his way this much just to help you.
>Yeah sure, you helped him getting to ponyville a year ago.
>But holy celestia he just doesn't stop.
>You begin to slowly remember some of the moments he's been there for you.
>You remembered the time you didn't make first chair.
>Anon gave you applause after your attempt and took you to sugarcube corner to celebrate.
>Whether you made it or not didn't matter to him, he still supported you in your efforts.
>You recalled the one time you accidently broke your lyre.
>Not only did he fixed it for you but he did it with his own two hands.
>Strings and all!
>You recollected the time you lost your bit bag.
>Without a second thought, Anon gave you his bits for your living expenses for the month.
>He ate nothing but apples during that period.
>There was that time he gifted you tickets to see Coloratura's concert.
>FRONT ROW!
>There was that other time in Canterlot...
>What about the Sunset festival...
>And the... water damaged photo album.
>And that time in canterlot...
>And.
>And...
>...
>Now.
>What did you do to deserve such support and kindness?
>Sure, most ponies are.
>But Anon? It's like he is out of this world.
>You mentally facehoof yourself at the realization of what you just thought.
>Right because he is!
>You begin to sink into your seat letting the stress release from your body.
>Your mind and emotions are tangoing with each other.
>It feel like butterflies in your stomach. It almost feels like you want to hurl but not really.
>You feel warm.
>What is it about Anon that makes you feel this way.
>It feel as if you gave presents to all the fillies in Ponyville and they gave you a group hug.
>He's just...
>Just...
"Hey Lyra, you okay there? Did you find the meaning of life or something?"
>You jump at the sudden voice a few feet away from you.


>"ANON, You startled me!"
>You puff your cheeks.
>Anon makes his way to the opposite of you taking a seat. He's sprawled his arms out on the couch laying back, his eyes closed facing the ceiling.
"I know its been a few but man do I need this."
>You noticed Anon's attire partially missing.
>"Hey, what happened to your jacket and tie?"
"I ditched them. It was hot in the kitchen. I don't know how you ponies do it with all the fur and stuff but damn."
>"I guess we're just used to it."
"Lucky you. If it was up to me, I would have gone shirtless."
>Your heart skips at the thought.
>"Y-yeah, let's not do that."
>He turns to you.
"Why's that? All you ponies are practically nudist here."
>You feel heat on your cheeks.
>"I-I think you look good in your dress clothes. It make you more.. um... distinguished."
>Half true.
"Pfft, as if. The only reason why I wear the suit is because Rarity keeps making them for me."
"I swear she's making them for me just for shills."
>"Shills?"
>What in Celestia's name is a shill?
>He impersonates Rarity trying to look as posh as possible.
"Darling, you positively look divine in those clothes I have made for you."
"Upholding a proper image for the peers around you is important, one must look their best you know!"
>You could help but giggle at the poor attempt Anon was trying to make.
>He sounded like Rarity was choking on honey or something.
"I got nothing against rare, but I wish she would just make the clothes I like ya know?"
>"Then why don't you tell her?"
"Because the clothes are free and I can't say no to gifts. Especially from a pony who lives off generosity"
>You nod at that statement.
"How's your hoof by the way?"
>You feel it stinging but it's slowly numbing away.
>"It feels fine. I just have to wrap it up a bit later."
"Thank god. Honestly I wouldn't forgive myself if any bad happened to you."
>Your heart raced.
>"It was an accident Anon, you didn't have anything to do with it."
"Well you're not wrong, but if it wasn't for the fact that it our anniversary, you probably wouldn't have injured yourself."
>You angrily looked at Anon.
>Did he really just say that?!
>Anon Panicked a bit.
"Wait, that came out wrong."
"What I meant to say is that... um, that is to say-"
>"Anon, I get it, just stop talking."
"R-right, Sorry."
>You take a breath to clear your aggression a bit.
"Lyra I don't regret ever meeting you. In fact, as grim as this may sound, that burn has brought us closer in a way."
>He smiles bit.
>You stared at your injured hoof a bit, thinking over what Anon just said.
>He isn't wrong.
>"Anon I have a question?"
"Shoot."
>"Why do you go so far for me?"
"What do you mean?"
>"What I mean is that whenever I go through any form of misfortune, you're always there for me."
>"On top of that, whenever I need or wanted something, you always get it for me."
>"No other pony has treated me this way so why?



>Anon rubs the back of his neck thinking.
"I'm not really sure what you mean. I kinda just do things for you because I dont know, It is the right thing to do."
>It is true, Anon is truly selfless for others. You can help be feel disappointed with the answer somehow.
>Anon stared at the ceiling.
"I guess because I had my time live."
>"What do you mean?"
"I believe everything that has happened to me has been a little too good to be true."
>You shift your body facing towards him listening.
"You already know how my life was like before coming to this world. It overall sucked. Thing is, I can't help but think that the reason why it sucked was because of me."
"I believe that life is only difficult for those who make it difficult in the first place. I was doing nothing with myself to make my life, you know... better."
"There are other people who would do anything to have the life I had and appreciate it for what it was worth. I could have been a bum in the street for all we know."
"Sometimes I blame myself for taking my life for granted. And for some divine reason, I ended up here. I didn't ask for it, it sorta just happened."
>You begin to sympathize Anon.
"When I got here, I thought I was truly dead. I was almost relieved at the idea because I didn't have to deal with my world's bullshit."
>He sat up properly and turned to you.
"Then you happened."
>He was looking at you. Butterflies flutter in your stomach again.
"You were so welcoming. Something about you made me at ease. Like all the the weight of my burdens just left."
"When you took me to Ponyville, everything changed. You were the reason my life is what it is right now."
"I guess you could say I'm content with what I have and I want others to be as happy as I am now."
"If I am going to live in world where everyone treats me kindly, don't you think it is expected of me to do the same?"
>You know Anon can be a ditz at times but who would've guess this is how he felt.
"Sorry, I'm ranting too much."
>"No it's okay, I understand what you mean."
"You do?"
>"Absolutely. You only wanted to show gratitude to other ponies. If my life was in the dumps and suddenly things got better because of others, I would do the same!"
"Great minds think alike I suppose."
>But there is one thing I do have to say."
"What's that?
>"You should help and show appreciation for others not because it is an obligation, but because YOU want to do it."
>You gesture with your good hoof.
>"If we spent all of our time thanking ponies for the things that they do for us, we wouldn't be able to have time to worry about our own prospects. The things that truly matter to us and make us happy."
>"Anon, you are a really sweet person. As your friend, I am really thankful for everything you have done for me, but you don't have to sacrifice your lively hood for me."
>You felt pained for what you just said.
>"I would want you to do things for yourself. Sure it's good to help others, but what is your life without those to thank then?
>Anon widen at the realization.
>You lower your head a bit.
>"I may not know how or why you are here, but the fact that you are here now gives you an opportunity to live YOUR life the way YOU want to."
"Y-you wouldn't judge me if I did?"
>"Of course not, you're my friend. I wouldn't want to get in the way of what makes you happy."
>"I spent the majority of my life playing the lyre. I may not be as good as those ponies back in Canterlot, but I still enjoy what I do. Despite what others have to say."
>"Working side jobs may not be path I was expecting to take, but it does give me the time to socialize with ponies around me and to better myself."
>"I like being close to my friends, especially you Anon."
>The moment you realized with what you just said, you covered your mouth with your good hoof.
>Your face turned a reddish hue.
>DID I REALLY JUST SAY THAT?!
>Anon at this point looked surprised.
>FUCK!
"I'm sorry what did you say?"
>You got out from your seat trying back out of the room.
>You panic.
>"I said I like being close to my friends."
>Anon on the other hand is trying to close the distance.
"And after that?"
>"I don't know what you are talking about"
"But you just said especially me."
>"N-no, nope, uh-uh."
"Lyra I swear you said-
>"I SAY A LOT OF THINGS ANON!"
>You instinctively stomp your hoof on the ground.
>Anon has a concerned look at this point.
"Uh, Lyra?"
>"Anon I don't want to talk any-"
"Are you okay?"
>"OF COURSE I'M FINE!"
"NO SERIOUSLY ARE YOU OKAY?"
>"WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THAT AGAIN? I SAID THAT I'M- Why does my hoof hurt again?"
>Sheering pain stretched throughout your injury.
>You can feel cold sweat forming under your fur.
>The amount of discomfort leads you to collapse on the floor as you hold you injured hoof up.
>"CELESTIA FUCKING DAMMIT!"


>Be Anon again.
>Your mint friend has injured herself unintentionally.
>Again.
>You instinctively made your way over to her.
>Instead of coxing her to feel better, you pick her up from where she collapsed. Cradling her like child.
>She shakes in your arm in bit.
>You then placed her back on the couch.
"Dammit Lyra you have to be more careful."
>She has a pained expression on her face.
>"I couldn't help it! You wouldn't drop the subject!"
"And stomping your hoof was gonna stop me? WOOOooo~ so scary. I'm like twice you size you know."
>"Anon get me the ointment before I punch your nose in!"
"This really doesn't help your-"
>"GET ME THE FUCKING OINTMENT!"
"Alright alright jeez."
>Lyra may be kind and whatnot, but man she could be intimidating at times.
>You turn to the coffee table when the first aid kit is. You grab the burn ointment and squeezed a bit unto your index finger. It felt pleasantly cool to the touch.
>You then turned to your injured friend and kneel to her height.
"Hoof."
>Lyra meets your request by extending her hoof to you.
>As gently as you could, you hold her hoof with your left while spreading the goo with two of your fingers.
>You can't help but notice her cooing with relief.
>Your mind trails back to the comment she made earlier. There is no mistake, you heard what she said.
>The more you let your mind dwell on it, the more you begin to realize how much She meant to you and vice versa.
>This day may not had gone the way most others would have expected to, but it did help you realize one thing.
>Lyra does have feelings for you, even though she may not willing to openly admit it.
>You can tell based on how she interacts with you.
>Seriously though, why would she suggest cuddling in the first place?
>Lyra is a smart mare. She wouldn't just go to anyone else and ask for cuddles unless it meant something to her.
>Also you're pretty sure the same principles apply here compared to where you came from.
>Unless you paid for those services along with sexual favors.
>Either way, you wouldn't want nothing more than to make this mare as happy.
>And if she's happy, then you are happy.
"Better?"
>"Much, thank you."
"Anytime."
>You continue to massage gently on her injury. Lyra begins to relax with the sensation you are providing to her.
>You could tell because her hindlegs are stomping gently on the couch.
>Maybe it was a reflex thing.
>The last time you see this happened was when you jokingly scratched behind her ears.
>She gets embarrassed when you do that.
"Uh, sorry about you know."
>"It's fine."
>You decided to grab some gauze from the kit near you and gingerly wrapped it around her injury.
>Your eyes affixed to her hoof while continuing to mend it.
"Lyra, no matter what you think, I want you to know that I will always be there for you."
>Lyra looks to you with her golden eyes. She smiles warmly, and as beautiful as ever.
>"Thank you Anon."


"Okay, I think that's enough. What do you think?"
>She retracts her hoof back examining it and moves it slightly. Contently she smiles.
>"It feels much better now."
"Is it too tight or do you want me to-"
>"No no, its perfectly fine"
"Glad to hear it."
>"I never see you as a doctor Anon."
>She teased.
"Haha, yeah right.
>Lyra giggled.
"So what do you do want to do now?"
>"Well, coffee is out of the question."
"Obviously."
>Lyra's eyes scaled the room a bit.
>"We could just talk."
"Much like how we are now?"
>She pouted at your response.
>"Okay Mr.Smartypants, then what do you suggest we do."
>You rub the back of your neck.
"We could try the cuddle thing you suggested earlier."
>Lyra face turns red again.
>You swear if this continues Lyra could faint or something.
>"O-or we could just play a game or something I got some board games that-"
>It is obvious she is trying to avoid her suggestion ever since the incident.
>She is so cute right now. She wouldn't react this way to any other person.
>Something about being in your mindfriend's presence makes her seem like a schoolgirl seeing her crush in the hallway.
>Although you do have to admit, you not only like this mare, but you have a deeper sense of emotion towards her.
>Is it love?
>Whether it is or not doesn't matter to you.
>What does matter is that fact that you want to be with your mintfriend.
>It is as Lyra mentioned before, do the things that make you happy.
>And what makes you you happy is being with Lyra, the mare who tugs on your heartstrings.
>Deep down you can tell your mintfriend want to cuddle.
>Maybe you just need to be a bit more... aggressive or perhaps tempting.
>Well, it's now or never, time to go for the kill.
"Board games are fun and all Lyra, but picture this."
>You're practically in front of her face now.
>"You, Me, together on that couch, while I use my dexterous hands and fingers on places where hooves couldn't satisfy a mare such as yourself."
>You begin to showcase your hands like a hand model.
>She stammers, but couldn't formulate words.
"And even if you do not want this to happen, I WILL make it so."
>"I-isn't that non consensual?"
>You extend your finger and boop her snootle. Lyra's face scrunches to the touch, Her face becomes redder.
"Not unless you like it."



>Lyra swallowed a lump in her throat before she spoke.
>"A-anon."
>You figure that is her way of accepting it. She didn't say no so that's a plus.
>You start off by moving your hand to her mane. You gently brush it with your palm.
>You can feel its fibers on the very creases of your hand. It felt soft to the touch.
>Her hair is fairly long. Choosing not to ignore the rest of her mane, you let your hand trail down to the end of it near Lyra's lower back.
>You are petting her in a smooth even motions.
>Lyra's ears flick everytime you graze it with you palm.
>She keeps her head slightly lowered so it is easy for you to work your magic.
>While you petting her, you decided to use your other hand.
>Using your fingers on your left hand you rub your mint's lower left chin.
>She shudders to the motion.
>You can see her giving off light heated breaths from motions you are providing to her.
>You smile contently.
>You guess the advantage of having hands here is that no pony could resist them.
>In this case your hands are reserved for and only your mint friend.
>You stopped petting her mane with your right.
>Lyra whines a bit.
>But that whine sudden disappears when you started to mirror your left's motion upon Lyra's right chin.
>She smiles in bliss. Her cheeks burning red.
>She raises her head exposing her neck.
"You want me to-"
>"Y-yes~"
>You met her request by spreading hands on Lyra's neck.
>Your fingers pushed against Lyra's fur.
>Up.
>Down.
>Up.
>Down.
>"Hhmmm~"
>As you continue you work on her neck, Lyra slightly leans back to the point where she is laying down.
>You decided to get on the couch yourself.
>Like a predator you tower over her.
>She looks to you with half-lidded eyes.
>Her breaths are escaping from her.
>God she's gorgeous.
>Wasting no time you trail your hands to her front.
>*Gasp*
>Her breaths are adorable. You want to hear more.
>You press slightly from Lyra's chest to her belly with both hands.
>You feel her little rapid heartbeat.
"How am I doing Lyra?"
>"Sooo~ Goood~"
>She is completely at your mercy.
>Then a thought occured.
>Will it be worth it.
>Let's roll the dice.



>You stopped your hands from moving before slowing retracting them and crossing your arms.
>Lyra has this disappointed look on her face.
>You crossed your arms. You have a sly smile on your face.
>"A-anon?"
"I can see you are enjoying yourself a little too much my friend."
>"W-what do you mean?"
"Do you like it?"
>Lyra is clearly embarrassed.
>"Y-yes."
>"Alot?"
>hesitantly she nods.
>"I do."
"Do you want this to stop?"
>"N-no."
>You got her.
"If you want this to continue, I want to hear it."
>"H-hear what?"
"How much I mean to you."
>Lyra pupils shrink a bit.
>"Y-you're a jerk Anon."
"I know, but that still doesn't change a thing does it."
>Lyra turns her head away from you with red still on her face.
>Maybe she need encouragement.
>You grab your index finger and placed it on her chin.
>Curiously she turns back to you.
>You slowly trail down to her chest.
>She shook sudden like she was electrified.
"Come on Lyra. All I want is for you is to tell me."
>Chest.
>Chin.
>Chest.
>She gasped again.
>You continue to tease her.
>Chin.
>Chest.
>Chin.
>Chest.
>Belly.
>She gasps once more.
>Her body spazzes.
>She practically pleading.
>"Please don't stop."
"That not how this works my mintfriend."
>Lyra bites the bottom of her lip.
>Chest.
>Chin.
>Chest.
>Bell-
>Your arms stops moving.
>Wait what.
>Your hand is cover in a yellow glow.
>Before you had time to register what was going on, your face was pressed up against Lyra's muzzle.
>Be Anon.
>Lyra is kissing you.


>Your mind goes into a haze.
>Your body feels hot from your rapidly beating heart.
>It's a bit overwhelming.
>Lyra's tongue dances inside your mouth.
>You recoiled a bit.
>Once you regained a bit of your senses, you wrapped your arms around her.
>Her mouth taste of sweet coffee.
>You allowed your tongue dance inside her maw.
>Lyra presses deeper into you.
>You trace your hand along her back then eventually cupping her rump. You gave it a light squeeze.
>She shakes to your hand's invasion.
>But Lyra didn't break the embrace.
>Nor did you.
>After what seemed like hours, Lyra pulled back slightly.
>Trails of saliva part between hers and your mouth.
>You greedily gasped for air, your lungs were relived.
>Your stare deeply into Lyra's yellow eyes who was too taking in air.
>"*Huff* How's... *huff*... That? *Pant*"
>This Mare.
>This fucking Mare.
>You love her.
"Words cannot describe."
>"Which *huff* is why I did what I did."
>You laughed a bit.
"I really didn't expect that. You really caught me off guard."
>"I can't allow you to have all the fun you know."
"That's fair."
>Lyra hugs you.
"Anon, you make me the most happiest mare in my whole life."
>Hhnnnnggh
>"I really wouldn't know what my life would have been like without you."
"You probably would have gotten first chair."
>"Huh?"
"Think about it. If I didn't come to visit you as often as I do now, you probably would be playing in canterlot."
>Lyra contemplates on that thought.
>"You're right..."
>Guilt hovers over you.
>"But you know what?"
"hm?"
>Lyra pecks you on the lips.
>*She then rests her head on your chest.*
>"Who cares? You are the best distraction ever. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
>Your heart.
>You wrap your arm around her waist and pull her in.
>She is smiling and so are you.
>Thank you Lyra. I love you too.
>Your body feels heavy.
>You feel tired.
>Maybe if you close your eyes.
"Damn I need some coffee."