Dec 2019

Anonymous 12/23/19(Mon)11:36:54 No.34772068
>"Hello. You around, Lyra?"
"Come in!"
>You cousin nuzzles the front door open, and trots inside looking around your home.
>"Wow, No kidding. These Earth pony homes are so... ram- ohh uhh- rustic."
"You get used to it."
>"You really have gone terran on me, Lyra." she chuckles. "So how was Petunia? Not too much of a hassle I hope."
"About that..."
>Her brow furrows, worry seeping into her features.
>"Did something happen?"
>You're not sure if explaining will either confuse or horrify her.
"I think it's easier if I show you."
>The mare's ears are on a swivel as she smells somepony unfamiliar, whom may not even be a pony as far as she knows.
>Deeper inside the house you push the door open, letting Minty though.
>"Hi, momma."
>Her nose scrunches in confusion when she sees an unfamiliar form, curled up, for- arms nestled around Petunia.
>Minty whinnies, pressing against your flank like a scared filly.
>"Lyra, w-what is that thing?"
"Ohh, that's 'Non. He lives next door."
>Petunia herself still seems kind of bored, the coloring books you set for her long since pushed away.
"I've tried everything! Crowbar, cooked his favorite stew, I even promised not too lick his tiny human snoot for a whole week if he'd let her go."
>This human is stubborn as a mule when somepony tries to get in-between him and his cuddle naps.
>Minty tries to get close, but with something between a grunt an a growl, the human nestles Petunia impossibly close.

>The mare pins her ears and takes her place pressed against you again.
>"Lyra, don't just stand there, help me get my Filly!"
>...You tried.
>Once he claimed her as his "tiniest mint buddy," there was nothing you could do.
>You've honestly given up hope at this point.
>Other ponies are still very skittish around him and never let him close to their foals.
>When you said you needed help foal sitting, he let out a marely squee and carried her around the whole week.
>Kind of like monkeys do with their young.
>He brushed her mane, spoiled her with sweets, bought her a bunch of toys meant for Earth colts and fillies.
>After a few moments Your cousin, trotting back and fourth in a panic, Pentunia, kicks and shimmies closer to his face.
>She nuzzles 'Non on the bottom of his chin, causing the human to finally stir awake.
>"Mister, Anon. It's time for me to go now."
>The human shoots upright cradling her.
>Human expressions are new to you, but it's not hard to tell that he looks hurt that she'd even suggest such a thing.
>"I'll come back to visit, I promise!"
>The human pauses, his jaw slightly clenching as he mulls it over.
>"You'd better, tiniest Mint."
>With another nuzzle, she hops out of his lap and straight through the door.
>"Gimmie a sec, momma I got a lot of stuff to pack up."
>...You just hope cousin Minty agrees to that for everyponies safety.

Anonymous 12/19/19(Thu)04:13:46 No.34757390
>"Lyra, this isn't even a court session. We are here today to discuss funding for the Ponyville town hall renovations."

Anonymous 12/23/19(Mon)19:13:23 No.34773417
>"well, before we proceed then, let it be known that I am the mintiest mare present"
>"You bring this up every single time."
>"I just want the record to know the facts, Minuette"
>"Hey, maybe we should build a statue to recognize it! Add it to the agenda, Miss Inkwell!"

Golly4Ever 12/24/19(Tue)09:24:52 No.34775187
>"No, don't add it to the Agend--"
>"Added to the Agenda!" said Inkwell.
>"Yesss!" said Lyra, jumping in place.
>"Oh Celestia, why me?" groaned Minuette, rubbing her head.
>"Next, we should talk about there not being enough things for um... soft claws, to grab and hold throughout the building," announced Lyra.
>"No, not this again," said Minuette. "We're ponies, Lyra. Nopony has even seen this so-called 'hoo-mun' before, it is unlikely one would just show up in Equestria, let alone Ponyville, and then suddenly need to use the town hall. I think we'll manage just fine by saving on that expense."
>"But they're real! I just know it! They're tall, green, and wear suits."
>"Enough, Lyra! Don't you have something to do?"
>"What do you mean? This is what I DO do," she said before giggling, "Tee-hee... I said 'doodoo'. Like poop, but cuter. He-he, I said 'poop'!"
>"Lyra, please. We must get to the agenda at hoof."
>"Don't you mean 'hand'?"
>"No."

 Anonymous 12/31/19(Tue)09:37:34 No.34801906
>It's almost as if the Wendigos themselves have their hooves planted here.
>The frigid cold that nips through your thick winter coat a reminder of what ponykind had to go through.
>You wish you didn't have to be outside AND miss some quality time with friends and family during it.
>Still, you couldn't let your best friend miss everything alone.
>Mostly alone, anyways.
>You pick up your pace trying to match Lyra's excited prance.
>"'Non's gunna love our presents, Bonnie."
>You snort.
"I'd hope so."
>This human of hers had better be thankful.
>You're supposed to be on a train to Canterlot to catch the yearly Hearthswarming play, spend some time with Lyra's family, and to meet up with yours coming in from Trottingham.
>"You'll never guess what I got him."
>You probably could.
>"I bet he's gunna tear up when he sees them, the big softy."
>Are you visiting the same Anon?
>"Look, Bonnie, there it is!"
>Lyra is gone and knocking on the large human door before you can look up to check.
>... He'd better not make you two wait.
>Thankfully, you hear the human shuffle his- feet? on the other side and he opens it up.


 Anonymous 12/31/19(Tue)09:38:36 No.34801912
>With a yawn, the ragged, tired looking human down at the both of you.
>Maybe humans hibernate, with any luck he'll turn you away and you can catch the next train.
>"'Non, are you alright?"
>"Ehh, just some Holiday blues and decided to sleep in, I'll get over it."
"What?" Both you and Lyra yell at the same time.
>Okay, maybe he is more dangerous than you thought.
>Resilient for sure.
>You look to Lyra with worry, ears flick to every direction, keeping an ear out for Wendigoes or any other winter solstice monsters that might be lurking around.
>"So what's up, Lye, Bon. Thought you'd be chilling with family or some shit."
>He thinks chilling is normal?
>Yep, he's too far gone.
>"We were gunna, 'Non. But then I remembered that you don't have family around, so I ran off the train to come see you."
"And I followed her," you continue, trying to not sound too disappointed.
>His brow furrows, posture straightening a hair.
>You reflectively take a step back at his sudden change in demeanor.
>"Fuck, Lye. Bon. I don't know what to say, come in."
>"Ha! Hold you he was a big softie, Bon."
"Could have fooled me."


 Anonymous 12/31/19(Tue)09:39:38 No.34801918
>Lyra hops inside and you trudge inside close after.
>"Wasn't expecting visitors so I don't have anything you pones like to eat prepared, except for some applesauce."
>"Still got some tea, 'Non?"
>"Ohh yeah, good idea, here, while don't you take care of that and I'll grab some gifts, still need to wrap them up. Kettle's under the sink."
>Lyra makes herself home in his kitchen kitchen, and you opt for sitting on Anon's over-sized recliner.
>It's kind of comfortable.
>Smaller than a pony bed but you can see yourself curing up in this thing and sleeping comfortably.
>You nearly do so before a floating mug startles you awake.
>"'Non, only has two cups but I'll go ahead and share with him, bonners."
"Okay."
>You nestle the cup in your forelegs lapping up some of the tea.
"Alright, I think I got it, I don't actually know how to wrap gifts, so..."
>Anon comes back, dropping two gifts of his own onto the table.
>Seems like he gave up on some point, crumpling and twisting the paper around the gifts.
>"You gotta open our presents first!"
>Lyra, floats over all the gifts and places them on his lap as soon as he sits down, moving your mugs to the table as well.
>You still wanted that...
>"All these for me? You guys are the best."


 Anonymous 12/31/19(Tue)09:40:40 No.34801925
>He starts off with one of Lyra's.
>Uncharacteristically, he carefully unties the ribbon and undoes the paper in much the same fashion.
>She gave him a half eaten carrot?
>Sun and stars...
>Unexpectedly, the human laughs and hooks his foreleg over Lyra pulling her close.
>"Love it, Lye," he says, before taking a big great bite out of it, and giving the rest to her.
>She happily eats from his claw, licking up the each individual grasper.
>He then focuses on your gift which makes your stomach tighten.
>When he gets to another set of boxes inside, and he carefully opens those as well.
>"Chocolates? Ohh man, this is fucking baller, Bon. Get over here you."
>With a grunt he reaches over and grabs your forelegs before you can even react and he pulls you in, giving you a big squeeze and nuzzling the side of your head.
>A nicker slips out and it causes your blush to spreads to your ears.
>You hear Lyra giggle at that.
>She is never going to let you live this down.
>"Alright, Last one."
>He cocks his head in confusion, lifting a single piece of paper up.
>It's, a crayon drawing a Lyra's cutie mark?
>"It's me!"


 Anonymous 12/31/19(Tue)09:41:41 No.34801930
>Lyra goes and hops into his lap, knocking the other boxes away and licking under his chin.
>The human emits a low growl, his nose scrunching up.
>Still, he forces a grin, chuckling at the silly mare.
>"Hehh. I always wanted a pony for Christmas, here."
>He reaches over to the table and passes the smaller gift to Lyra and the much larger and longer one for... you?
>You expected both of those to be for Lyra, given how close they are.
>The both of you nuzzle at his claws giving them another lick as you nip at your gift pulling it towards yourself.
>Looks like Lyra's is a new lyre tuner, and yours, a big wooden spoon large enough for you to use for one of your big pots in the shop.
>They've got both your cutiemarks carved into them respectively, as well as some ornate designs that you can only describe as alien.
>"I took up wood carving recently, still not great at it, and it helps that the wood was pretty much already-"
>He doesn't get to finish his sentence as you and Lyra tackle him, letting out another nicker as you nuzzle into him.
>"'Non this is amazing! I just misplaced mine the other day!"
"Yeah, Anon. This was very sweet of you," you say, trying not to choke up.
>Lyra's right. He is a big softie.

 MInty4Ever 01/09/20(Thu)02:31:36 No.34837669
>it's early, christmas morning. the sun's barely up, but the kids fully are.
"Daddy?"
>there's a small hand pushing on your shoulder. you groan and roll away, "later, honey. go turn on cartoons."
>you are nudged again, two hands this time, the voice sounding sad.
"Daddy... The Lyra Santa got me won't wake up."
>fuck...

 Anonymous 01/09/20(Thu)03:08:58 No.34837720
>"Plushes aren't like you and me, they don't actually move or sleep. She's fine, dear."

 Anonymous 01/09/20(Thu)04:25:08 No.34837821▶
"'N-Non, I'm tryin' to light the sparkler b-but it won't go!"
>The human looks to the sparkler, then to the match, and back to you.
>"Didn't know unicorn magic could tremble. The fire's not even touching the fucking thing."
>You squeak out a small whinny, pressing into the human's pant leg for support.
"It's scary."
>The human growls something about tiny horses and snatches the thing from your magic.
>"Here, let me do it."
>You duck behind him as he-
>He's doing it with his bare hands!
"W-wait-"
>What if his fingers get burned?
>You need those for belly rubs.
>In one swift motion he lights another match under his boot with his off hand and holds it to the sparkler.
>This human is crazy.
>Not only didn't he hesitate, but he didn't even flinch away from the sparks.
>It- It's kind of nice.
>With a grunt, ‘Non sits down, folding his legs.
>Out of habit you clamber in the impromptu nest and nuzzle the underside of his now free hand with a nicker.
>The sparks don't last long, but even then 'Non doesn't seem like he's in too much of a hurry to get up as he scritches your ears.
>...Maybe it isn't so scary after all.

 Anonymous 01/20/20(Mon)02:19:07 No.34885266
>ywn wake up with lyra and a nice warm cup of coffee
>ywn get up extra early on the weekend, before even the sun has risen, to prepare her that perfect cup
>you shake the bed more than you'd like as you rise, forced to push her face and hooves off your chest
>but she's still locked in sleep, dreaming all her pony dreams
>as the coffee quietly steeps, the aroma gently permeates the still morning air, slowly trickling its way towards the tired mare, still resting in bed, weighing like a brick
>celestia willing it, the sun begins its weighty morning rise, looking a bit tired itself
>or more likely the morning mare just liked to wake her sleepy subjects gently
>it was a chilly morning, frost caking the grass outside which would have to melt first before any pony would feel like going outside
>which gave you the perfect time to enjoy that cup of coffee with her
>the faint morning light now tickling her eyes and the coffee's aroma tickling her snoot, the green mare begins to rise
>but not entirely

 Anonymous 01/20/20(Mon)02:25:59 No.34885273
>she's still really sleepy
>her weird horse lips sag
>her ears flop softly, lacking the energy to stand to attention
>her eyes have only opened slightly, their golden glow just barely peaking through, only the faintest, distant glow like the embers of a wick burning out
>she begins to rise, her neck hanging low, posture still too much to ask for at this early hour
>as you re-enter the bedroom you see her struggle and check it
>you push her right back into bed
>she rolls on her back, hooves in the air, tongue hanging out, eyes shut again
>she'd probably fall back to sleep if you didn't reposition her on her side with a few shoves
>you offer her the warm mug, which she takes without a word
>her lips still hadn't quite awoken, but they curled into a faint smile, having just enough energy to form an expression
>she brought the mug in close
>so close she stuck her snoot in the whipped cream on top
>the warmth and scent began their magic
>her posture begins to take its on its characteristic lightness, though she wasn't quite ready to bounce yet
>her smile gains strength
>her ears begin to shift, searching the still, quiet air for any sound
>her eyes open fully, now like a candle glowing with fullness and vigor, radiating to rival celestia's sun
>she looks right at you, warmly
>warm like that coffee
>sweet like the whipped cream on top
>a hushed, early morning whisper leaves her lips
>"good morning anon"