Heart Things: Chapter 9

>Awakening to a restful sleep, the sounds of a shower rumble quietly away from you.
>You open your eyes to the bathroom door ajar, a low mist rolling out from the crack.
>A musical hum echoes off the ceramic floor of the shower, almost entrancing in nature.
>Rising from the tangle of bedsheets, you mindlessly walk over to the open door.
>The warmth of a hot shower hits you as the shadow of a unicorn moves behind closed curtains.
>Lyra's haunting tune rang around you.
>Musical notes that eliminated worry and doubt from your mind.
>A much welcomed pause in that flurry of activity from the last few days.
>You breathe a sigh of relief as her song stops abruptly, her head peeking around the curtains.
>”Anon?”
>Jumping in surprise, you make your way towards the door while covering your eyes.
“Sorry!  Not looking!  I'll just-”
>Reaching for the doorknob, the door quickly closes with a golden glow.
>”Anon... of all people and ponies, I don't mind you seeing me naked... like I always am.”
>Slowly lowering your hand over your eyes, you see a whimsical expression on Lyra, amused by your embarrassment.
>”Now, come on, you have one-day-old pony juices on your skin, get in here.”
>A flash of her magic displaced you right next to the unicorn.
>If you had any clothes before this, they no longer clung to your skin as you stood stark naked next to the sizable pony.
>You slip a bit in the tub, disorientated by the teleportation spell.
>”Come on, open your hands.”
>Obeying the commanding voice, you cup your hands together as she squeezes a generous amount of fragrant shampoo into your palms.
>Scrubbing the sweet-smelling substance into your scalp, Lyra overlooks you as water pours over your bodies.
>”Hey... so what do you want to do after this?”
>You raise an eyebrow, covered by the foamy soap.
“Not like I have a choice, its all up to you.”
>”No, I mean... once we get to a real safe place, what do you want to do?”
>Sighing as you rinse the suds from your head, you wipe your eyes clear to see a larger pair looking back as you.
“Just like every living creature, I just want to live, but I'm not exactly in charge of that, now am I?”
>Signs of a frown cause Lyra's mouth to twitch a bit, uncomfortable by your response.
>Her ears flop down as she ponders a way to lighten up the mood.
>It pains you to be blunt, but with your world in shambles, you can't really think of anything.
>You grab a bottle of what you assume is body wash, and lather up your body.
>A gentle odor of sugary treats wafts into your nose as the suds build up on your skin.
>”...making a living inside a pony doesn't suit you?”
>You crack a smile at her comment, the infectious pony she is.
“I just prefer a home made of non-living material, no offense.”
>She nudges the side of your head with her snout.
>”Well, I'm sure we can find something for you, even if I have to take you home myself.”
“What's stopping you from doing that now?”
>Rinsing the soap from your body, you quickly glance at Lyra's face, completely dumbfounded.
>”You know, that's not a half bad idea!”
>Finishing your bath, you turn off the water valve with both hands, the handle the size of your leg.
>”I can take you back to Ponyville with everyone!”
>You stick your arm out through the curtains in search of a nearby towel, offering an ear to your enthusiastic partner.
>”Sure, it'll be weird at first, but we live with all sorts of creatures, and you can be another one!”
>Rolling your eyes at her optimism, you shrug with your only available shoulder.
“Well... I guess I'm sort of a creature in your world...”
>Before you can find nothing to dry yourself off, a golden flash blinds you as a rush of hot air whips around your body.
>Shouting in surprise, you take a handful of Lyra butt in your hands before you blew away.
>Her coat was surprisingly dry between your fingers, silky to the touch.
>The plump rump radiated heat as your digits dug deep to her skin.
>”Woah there cowboy, I know you're eager to get back in there, but let a girl prepare first!”
>You step back out of the tub, hands in the air.
“Well, a warning next time you cast something crazy like that would be great...”
>She chuckles nervously as she steps out herself.
>”Still not used to this extra energy I got from Twist, usually its just a gentle blast of air.”
>The door swings open as Lyra walks through first.
>Trailing behind the mare, you sit back down on the dilapidated bed as a knock on the door breaks the silence.
>”Lyra?  It's Lily, everypony's waiting for you at the dining hall.”
>You freeze as the hefty pony motions her head towards her back.
>She talks quietly through gritted teeth.
>”Get in, quick!”
>Obeying her command, she thrusts her massive hind legs apart, displaying her bottom holes to you.
>Blindly thrusting your hands into the wider hole, Lyra yelps in surprise.
>”Wrong hole you-”
>”Lyra?  Is everything okay in there?”
>Her anus relaxes as she lifts your body with a shimmer of her horn.
>”Too late, you're going in.”
>Any protest you were going to make was silenced as you slipped effortlessly into the back end of her digestive system.
>Your vision was slowly consumed by darkness as the lubricated walls parted with your entrance.
>The familiar claustrophobic feel slides against your skin as the restrictive flesh clings tight to your body.
>Opening your mouth to breathe was rewarded with hot, sour ooze flooding your senses.
>You regretfully swallow the intestinal gunk as you breathe heavily through your nose.
>Fortunately, no waste as far as you can feel, thankful for either Lyra's thorough hygiene or the natural cleanliness of a pony.
>Another push forces you to lurch forward in the crowded body, your toes brushing the muscular ring for a brief moment before the magic releases you into your fleshy home.
>You feel her hind legs slam shut as Lyra exhales in relief, your feet sandwiched between the massive thighs.
>The muffled sounds of a door swinging open and a pony gasping in surprise happen outside of your cramped quarters.
>”What in Equestria happened in here?!”
>Her body jiggles as Lyra forces out an embarrassed laugh.
>”Well... turns out that humans are pretty fattening, so... I'm going to need a new bed.”
>Sounds of casual conversation are soon drowned out by the grumpy innards of your friend.
>A hungry growl and empty gurgle thunder in your ears.
>”Ha ha... breakfast sure does sound good though, what's in the dining hall?”
>The trot of hooves overtake all noises as you bounce about in your cozy cocoon with each step.
>Deep inside Lyra's shadow once again, you listen intently to the unicorn's day as dark, damp flesh coated every inch of your body.
>The soft throb of her heart your only sense of time.