Lyra

>you wake up
>blinking sleep from your eyes, you feel a weight on your chest
>you try to sit up, but it’s too heavy
>”Hi Anon! I hope you wouldn’t mind staying home from work a couple hours.”
“T-Twilight? What are you doing in my house, and more specifically, on my chest.”
>”Whoops, sorry. Anyway, I’m here to deliver on my promise to turn you into a pony for a while!”
“Really? That’s great! I-I thought it was all a dream to be honest.”
>a devilish grin passes over her mouth
>”Well how do you know you’re not in one now?”
“Fucking— Don’t do this to me Twi, I swear to god…”
>she smiles, even a small chuckle passes her lips
>”Don’t worry, it’s not, or if it is, I’m asleep.”
“Thank god… So, you mean like right now?”
>”Uh… yeah, sorry, I tried to match everyone to people in their timezone… Sadly, you were one of the few who got screwed, sorry.”
“No, it’s fine, at least I have a valid reason to call in sick today.”
>rolling out of bed, you stumble over to your landline
>dialing the number, and feigning your best scratchy voice, you inform them that you’re going to be out sick
>after, you throw some toast in the toaster and walk back into the bedroom
>Twi’s still waiting expectantly on your bed
>”Alright, all you have to do is lie down. Don’t move at all, it might muck some stuff up.”
“Muck stuff up like… You’ll have to do the spell again?”
>”Aha, no. More like you’ll lose a few appendages. Boatload of fun let me tell you. I spent five hours reattaching an arm to a guy who sneezed while going under. I’m still wondering how he’s going to be able to explain all the blood…”
>that’s a nice and comforting thought
“Gotcha, don’t do it.”
>you position yourself on the bed, and lie down, Twi looking down into your eyes.
>”Yeah, really fuckin’ bad idea. Ready?”
“Ready when you are Purplesmart.”
>A look of concentration comes over her face, and your body begins to glow
>a feeling of warmth covers you, and you feel kind of peaceful
>that feeling quickly fades, as the nice warmth builds in intensity to a burn
>resisting the urge to move, you clench your fists and hope for the best
>suddenly, your vision snaps dark, like someone pulling the plug on an antique television

“Gotcha, don’t do it.”
>you position yourself on the bed, and lie down, Twi looking down into your eyes.
>”Yeah, really fuckin’ bad idea. Ready?”
“Ready when you are Purplesmart.”
>A look of concentration comes over her face, and your body begins to glow
>a feeling of warmth covers you, and you feel kind of peaceful
>that feeling quickly fades, as the nice warmth builds in intensity to a burn
>resisting the urge to move, you clench your fists and hope for the best
>suddenly, your vision snaps dark, like someone pulling the plug on an antique television
>a blinding pain hits your head, before fading as quickly as it came
“Fuuuuuck.”
>how eloquent
>the first words out of your mouth just have to be a curse
>you sit up in bed, and take a look around
>you’re in what appears to be a bedroom, there’s a bedside radio, a door you can assume leads to a bathroom, another that leads down into a living room, and a nice rug on the floor
>another welcome addition is a roaring fireplace with knick-knacks lining the top
>throwing the covers off yourself, you walk over to it
>there’s a strange glass ball with flecks of something shiny inside
>they seem to glide and move with the light, mesmerizing
>next, a picture of Lyra, Bon-Bon, and Amethyst, smiling towards the camera.
>you take a look at yourself, and see mint
>first off
>waifuing Lyra
>second
>if you’re Lyra, there should be a Bon-Bon somewhere, at least if fanon holds true
>but who knows, you could just be friends instead of lesbos in this universe
>to be honest you’re fine with either, but it might throw off Twilight’s deal
>third
>you’re going to have to act hyper and over-exaggerate your motions
>already getting into this, aren’t you Anon
>a knock at the door startles you from your thinking, and you jump had a foot in the air
>galloping down the stairs, you shout
“COMING, COMING.”
>shit, you even sound like Lyra
>or, what you think she’d sound like…

>she only spoke once, so you really couldn’t be too sure
>throwing open the door and giving a big grin, you see a human Anon in front of you
“Hello!”
>he’s kinda short, maybe 5’6-7”
>”Oh, wow! Sure, just let me pie my feet, walked through some mud on the way.”
>polite too, that’s fine with you
“Sure, let me just…”
>you look over into what appears to be your living room
>there’s a couch, and a radio, as well as a fuzzy rug
>Anon walks in, and before you can finish your sentence, he picks you up and carries you over to the couch
>”Alright, let’s get to it.”

“Oh, alright, eager, let me just—“
>you try to spread yourself, but he flips you on your belly
>he starts petting, and you curl up
“Ooooh.”
>you were expecting sex, but this is a-ok in your book
>his hands glide over your belly, tussling your hair
>his left runs over a little chest tuft and strokes it for a second
>you coo with pleasure as a ripple of pleasure runs through you
“A-Anon… This is…”
>it literally is heaven, you had no idea belly rubs could be so fucking good
>now you know why your dog, Riley, loved them so much
>you’d have to give him them a bit more often
>he smiles down, hands moving all over you, but going nowhere near your snatch
>you were getting a little damp, he’d have to move down there eventually
>but he doesn’t, hands just moving over your stomach
>it’s nice, but gets old fast
like my shit greentext *ba dum tiss*


“Could we… Try something else? Maybe a bit more… Intimate?”
>”Sure.”
>he picks you up, pulling you into a hug, and kisses you
>oh, here we go
>after all that rubbing, you get heated very easily
>the small dampness from before turns into a hot wetness, very quickly
>it’s a strange feeling, but not unpleasant
>you lied, it’s not unpleasant at all, it’s very, very pleasant
>you lie on top of him, kissing, tongues wrestling inside each other’s mouths
>you move to unbutton his pants, but he swats your hand away
>so he’s just going to tease you?
>dick
>you pull off and say
“What are you trying to pull?”
>your voice switches from questioning to a whine
“I wanna fuck, are you just going to sit and tease me?”
>”I don’t clop.”

>never in your life did three words hit harder
“Wait, what?”
>”I said, I don’t clop”
>no
>this couldn’t be happening
>this faggot had to be joking
>the one offer you get to be the little pone, he’s going to waste cuddling?
>he stands up
>”Ok, I think I’m going to go, if you don’t want to just cuddle, I’m going to ask Twilight for another shot”
>you panic as he walks to the door
>maybe Twi won’t let you have another shot
>you grab his hand with magic, and pull him away from the door
“No shithead, you aren’t going anywhere.”
>”Please, please, I don’t want to screw you. Just leave me alone and we can both try for another shot. Alright?”
“No, not alright, I can’t bet on that. You’re going to fuck me, whether or not you want to.”
>you had been expecting >rape, but you certainly hadn’t expected to be the one instigating it

>pulling him back onto the couch, you force him into a sitting position
>he’s struggling, but can’t break free of the magic field around him
>you unbutton his pants and pull off his boxers, lazily throwing to the side
>his cock is floppy, and resting to the side
>well, your mouth should be able to change that pretty fast, shouldn’t it
>you force yourself into the magic field
>it’s like a tangible wall, but you push through it like…
>it’s hard to describe
>imaging tar, but slightly more viscous, and that’s around the feeling you get as you force your head in
>his hands push you out, and you slurp back out
>fuck, you should probably restrain his hands
> after pushing his hands behind him, you lean in once again, and wrap your lips around him
>”Please, rethink what you’re doing, PLEASE.”
>hah, nope faggot
>you start off slow and he starts to expand, and a grimace comes over his face
>he’s trying to stop himself
>pulling off him, you look up at him with your best smuganimegirl.png
“Guess you should try it…”
>”S-Shuddup fag, if we were going to fuck, at least Twi could have given me the human version of you.”
“Don’t you want your dick inside my tight, tight little ponut?”
>you say, accompanying your jest with a little booty shake
>”F-fuck off.”
“Fucking you off is just what I’m planning.”
>Once again, you push yourself down onto him
>he isn’t growing anymore, seems to be at full length
>he’s slightly above average
>you’re temped to mock him again, but a bit worried you’d lose the boner you’re working with
>you tease his tip before sliding about halfway down onto him
>he lets out a heavy breath, and stops struggling against your field, and closes his eyes
>finally accepted his fate
>good
>you push a little deeper, trying to deepthroat him
>always hot when a girl… pony takes you all the way down
>his cock bumps against the back of your throat as you push down
>you hadn’t realized you’d gone so deep
>you gag, and spit him out, coughing and retching
>“You’ve got a muzzle and you can’t even take all of it down? Weak willed little shit.”
>deciding against responding, you appear a hand and slap him across the face, before holding his mouth closed
>his voice muffles into his lips, but it most likely contained some choice profanity, probably directed at you
>you try again, determined to not let him best you
>he’s flexing his cock now, trying to get you to gag again
>you force him down, and try not to gag
>the flexing is an annoyance, but nothing you can’t handle
>you start to move up and down on him, running your tongue around his underside
>you keep bouncing, and he moans a little through your restraint
>you hear what sounds like a muffled  “Please.”
>ignoring it, you continue
>he even seems to be getting close to sperging
>maybe that’s what he was asking about
>you continue, trying to feel when he’s getting ready
>his cock moves involuntarily, and you feel a shift in his posture
>quickly, you pull off, and remove the magic shutting his mouth
>”H-hey, if you’re going to do that, at least finish the job so I can leave…”
“No, I’m going to make myself a sandwich and let you cool off there for a second. I’m not going to let you cum after all the rude things you said to me.”

>so
>yeah
>now you get to make a sandwich
>just leave the guy where you can’t see him
>what’s next Einstein, Hiroshima?
>you quickly start losing energy
>concentrating on magic you can’t see is a hell of a lot more tiring than magic you can
>before, you were able to hold him without much trouble
>now, you feel every helpless struggle he makes against you, and it’s taking its toll
>you open the fridge and get ingredients for a cheese and butter sandwich
>nothing complicated, you don’t have time, you’re afraid you’ll black out if you don’t finish quick
>you already start to feel woozy, and your grip on him begins to weaken as you slap the cheese on
>you magic the butter onto the bread and instantly regret the decision
>your knees buckle and you hit the floor, losing your grip on him
>you hear a happy whoop from the other room
>”See you never faggot!”
>quickly, with the last of your strength, you push off the counter with your legs and get into view of the door
>he runs past and you trip him with the last of your magical reserves
>his left leg stops, and his right falls out from under him
>his head hits the floor with a satisfying thump as your vision fades to black

>you wake up, and surprisingly, Anon is still there, lying on the floor
>you had expected him to escape, or Twilight to pull you out
>seems luck is on your side today
>you stand up, legs shaking a bit
>as you get up, your vision flips, and you stumble, falling flat on your face
>you’re still a bit woozy, but determined to make the most of this
>you stand up again, feeling a bit more secure on your hooves this time, and walk over to him
>now that he’s back in your view, and you seem to have regained most of your magic capabilities, you move him back over to the couch
>you prop his sleeping body up and lock the force-field in again
>the warm mint glow flickers to life around his body
>he snorts awake, kickstarted by the magic now surrounding him
>”Whu—Oh for fuck’s sake…”
“Sup.”
>you say
>you take a small bite out of the sandwich you prepared
“Where were we? Ah yes, I remember now.”

>you stare at him for a minute, slowly eating the sandwich
>”W-well?”
>you continue to stare
>”MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND, ARE YOU GOING TO RAPE ME OR NOT?”
>you finish your sandwich and lick your lips in what you think is a seductive way
>with a smile on your face, you saunter backwards to the kitchen
>making sure to keep him in view, you pull a glass of water over to you, drink it down, and walk back over
>still staring at him, his face scrunches in annoyance
>cute
>you push back into the forcefield and leave your he’d about an once from his cock, breathing hot air onto it
>you didn’t even have to touch him, he’s shooting up again
>a smile comes over you and you give him a look of condesencion before looking back down at his member
>when he gets half-mast, you purse your lips and slip him back into your mouth
>you tease his head, dick about halfway in, and he grows to full size inside you
>you pull off and stand on two legs
>how the fuck do you pull this off normally, one leg seems like an impossibility to you now
>you stumble and fall on your ass, magic field flickering for a second
>quickly, you get a hold of yourself and it solidifies once again, Anon laughing heartily inside
“Won’t be laughing in a minute…”
>you grimace, determined to wipe the smug look off his face
>you push him sideways onto the couch
>he’s lying flat now, and you can sit on him
>you spread your legs, dripping your marehood’s hot juice onto his stomach
>you lick it up, savoring the flavor in your mouth
>it’s kinda bitter
>you swallow it all, a hopefully seductive look on your face
“Now… I expect you to do the same”
>you push up on his body until you sit just above his mouth
>you shake a little juice onto his lips, and say
“Swallow.”
>”No.”
“Do it faggot.”
>”No.”
>you force his mouth open with magic and hold his nose closed
“Swallow.”
>he gulps it down, and gags a bit
“There we go~”
>next, you force your whole marehood onto him
>he takes a sharp breath in through his mouth, leaving a slightly ticklish sensation running through your spine
>he seems to understand what you want next, and slips his tongue inside

>ooh
>his tongue slips in, and starts nosing around
>the experience is sending chills up and down your spine
>jerking it felt pretty good, but this was better
>guess it makes up for baby making
>he slides around, but as he runs his tongue over a certain area, you visibly jump
>it felt
>different there
>not a bad different
>a different that makes you want to feel it again
>you try to position him near that spot
>he hits it again, and you jump
>he seems to have realized you like that area
>and now avoids it like the plague
>instead, he dances his tongue around it, just to spite you
>asshole
>hey there’s an idea
“Now, do you want to lick that spot, or try something a little higher up?”
>you shift your ass a little closer to his mouth
>his eyes widen a bit and he starts working where you directed
“Yeah, there we go… F-fuck…”
>the different you felt was the sensation of someone tickling you
>but instead of laughing, euphoria filled your head
>your mouth hung open, and a bit of spit leaked from the side of your mouth
>you were getting pretty close to climax
>you let out a little moan, and stared towards the ceiling
>time to try an orgasm out as a girl
>you tensed up, and you clenched around his instrument of pleasure
>panting, you look down into his eyes, vision clouded a little
>not from pleasure, you got a head-rush
>you push and grind a little more into him, clenching and releasing
>you cry out, and pull off him
“Well, huff… huff… That was…”
>”Uhuh shithead, what now. Can I leave yet?”
“Yeah, nearly, just got one more thing in mind.”
>”Well get to it gaylord, also, on that topic, let me remind you this is really, really gay.”

>ignoring him, you once again silence him, before giving him a quick smile
>you scoot down on him a little, until you’re resting just above his cock
>you stare down, a little nervous
>is that really all going to fit?
>i-it’s pretty big, and you’re a small pony
>maybe you should just take it slow
>you look back up at him
>he gives the most apathetic look he can
>however, junior is suggesting otherwise
>you slip his head in, and rub it a little with your lips
>feels nice
>slip in a little more
>and a little more
>without realizing, you’ve hilted him already
>you’re actually a bit disappointed when your groin meets his
>all hesitation gone, you start to bounce on him, in and out
>your mouth’s hanging slightly open in pleasure, eyes half lidded
>through the haze of pleasure, you take a moment to look at Anon
>he’s trying to keep a straight face but he seems to be having  trouble
>you give him a little smirk before looking back down
>you start to experiment a little, seeing if grinding in a certain way gives a little more oomph
>boy does it
>you start to push him down and to the left a little, hitting a sweet spot of some sort
>every time you push against it, you shiver a bit
>but you want more
>you pick up speed, pushing faster and harder
>you hadn’t noticed before, but his face was scrunched, trying to stop what was coming
>his cum flowed into you, filling you up
>a little even drips out, but you don’t stop bouncing up and down on his cock
“M-more, h-harder…”
>he’s started moaning into the gag, but you just keep going
>you’re blinded, all you feel is pleasure, clouding your thought
>his moans move up in volume, until his face contorts in pain and he goes silent
>finally, you can’t take it anymore, and you let go

>you slip off him, off the couch and slide onto the floor
>a bit of cum drips down your coat, slowly making it’s way to your chin
>the magic field covering him flickers, and goes out
>”What the fuck did you do, why didn’t you stop you crazy bitch?”
“Eheh…”
>”I can’t feel my fucking dick you stupid horse, you actually fucked my dick numb!”
>words just slur out of your mouth
“I really couldn’t care less you can leave now too ok bye.”
>goddamn you sound like a retard
>and those are the last thoughts you think before you fall into a deep sleep
>as your eyes closed, you feel like you’re ripped from your body
>a searing pain all over
>and it’s gone as soon as it came

>you shoot up in bed
“FUCK”
>once again, eloquent
>”Sweet Celestia, you’re an asshole! You know I’m going to give you both another chance!”
>Twilight is standing next your bed, a very annoyed look on her face
“Twi? O-oh… W-were you by any chance watching that?”
>”What do you think?”
>she deadpans
“Maybe?”
>”Yes. And now I get to go wipe his memory of your little escapade… Are you proud of yourself?”
“Yeah, a little… Just… Why didn’t you pull us out while we were both unconscious?”
>a worried and embarrassed look crosses Twilight’s face
>she flushes and steps back a little
>”I, uh, was b-busy.”
>her feet shuffle awkwardly
“Doing?”
>”Magic… Stuff… Anyway, I’ll be back sometime in the next few months to give you another shot. Try not to fuck this one up as bad.”
 “See ya Twi.”
>her horn lights up and she blinks out of your room
“What the fuck just happened.”