Heart Things: Chapter 4

>The gentle crinkling of plastic wrappers bring you back to the waking world.
>You lay next to Lyra, joining in her midday naps.
>Unfortunately, the first thing you see is not as cozy.
>Staring down the barrel of a gun, your eyes drift towards the owner.
>A middle-aged woman with wild, frazzled hair stares at you with hostility.
>The anger in her eyes match the orange sunset that leaked through the windows.
>”Get up.  Now.”
>Taking care to sneakily elbow the pony you rested on, you rise to your feet.
>You feel her stir a bit, hopefully getting the message.
>Revolver still pointed at you, she tilts her head, motioning you behind her.
>Raising your hands in surrender, you slowly move away from Lyra as the weapon follows your movements.
“I'm not your enemy.”
>She scoffs at your statement as she speaks in a hushed tone.
>”Then why are you sleeping with this, this thing?”
>Matching her volume, you retort.
“Think I have a choice?  Why are you still pointing that gun at me?”
>Gritting her teeth, her brow furrows as she advances on you.
>You move back defensively as she tries to awkwardly swat at you with her free hand.
>She misses as you raise an eyebrow at her feeble attempt to hit you.
>While her free hand was clenched ready to strike again, her gun arm was relaxed to her side.
>Obviously not thinking her actions through, a blush of embarrassment lights up her face.
>”I'm not about to help some traitor, got it?”
>Her attempts to intimidate you again fall on deaf ears as a distinct yellow glow catches your eye.
>You note that she hasn't noticed the dim magic that surrounded her revolver hand.
>A grin spread over your face as you feign drawing a weapon from your back.
>She immediately reacts by attempting to ready her firearm.
>Unfortunately, she found her hand completely immobilized.
>Looking back, Lyra's horn shined with energy as she got off the bench.
>”Don't you dare hurt him.”
>They both stare each other down, Lyra obviously concentrating hard on the woman's gun.
>Realizing the stalemate, you throw yourself at the enemy.
>You throw a closed fist at the girl as she easily sidesteps your swing.
>Still in control of the rest of her body, she knees you in the stomach as you step back weakly from the blow.
>Your lack of combat experience is shows as the assailant prepares another attack.
>Continuing to slowly reel back from the hit, your foot catches on a plastic wrapper.
>Comically slipping on the unsuspecting garbage, your chin meets the ground with a hard thump.
>You look up to see the woman prepare to stomp your head into mush as the sound of heavy hooves shake the ground.
>A blur of sea green eliminates her from view as you hear the girl's body crumple at the force from across the room.
>Room still spinning, you sit up on the ground to gauge the situation.
>Lyra stands over the body of your attacker, presumably unconscious.
>Her hoof disarms the girl as the gun skids away from her hand.
“D-did you get her?”
>She looks up at you with a bit of sadness in her eyes.
>”Yeah, she shouldn't be getting up any time soon after that.”
>You steady yourself as you slowly regain your sense of balance from your fall.
>Joining your friend in looking over the body, Lyra's voice cracks at her next words.
>”You know what's going to happen next, right?”
>A loud sigh is forced from your lungs.
“Yeah, let me just search her to make sure she has nothing else valuable on her.
>She nods as you take a knee to check the body.
>”...if you don't mind, could you strip her of her clothes too?”
>Your eye twitches at her words.
“Yeah... just, give me a bit.”
>A few stray revolver bullets, a flask of god-knows-what and a wallet.
>As you unbutton her pants with one hand, you look at the wallet's contents with the other.
>Money, cards and crumpled receipts.
>No pictures of family, friends or distant relatives.
>Not even a membership card to some campy club.
>Boxed wine appeared to be a recent purchase though.
“Quite the lonely one we have here.”
>Lyra looks over to you, as she packs the leftover goods you both found before you slept.
>”What do you mean?”
>Closing the wallet with dramatic effect, you store it in your back pocket.
>The extra bullets go into an empty front pocket.
>You throw her shirt off, only leaving the girl with her underwear.
“Nothing really, just a human observation.”
>Lifting her onto your shoulder, the surprisingly light body slumps over you peacefully.
>You take a deep breath, knowing full well what you're about to do.
>The unicorn sees the pain in your eyes as she sits down on her haunches.
>”I could do it myself, you don't have to-”
“It's alright.  It's the least I can do for you, especially how you saved me from myself back there.”
>She giggles a bit at the memory as you heave the body over your head.
>Her eyes shine with eagerness as she rolls out the red carpet for her permanent resident.
>You stare into the gaping abyss of her mouth as you ease the body into Lyra's mouth.
>Upon contact of the woman with Lyra's tongue extracted a hum of approval from her.
>Her tongue danced around the underbelly of the girl as she coated her in saliva.
>You avoid contact with the wiggling muscle, not wanting to share the same fate as her.
>Giving one last push, you hop back making sure that Lyra has a good grip on the body.
>Noticing your hesitation, the pony's mouth clamps down on the girl's thighs and stares back at you.
>Her large eyes exude compassion, despite the legs that stuck out from between her lips.
>”You don't have to be afraid, I know how you taste, so I won't accidentally swallow you...”
>Seeing her gulp a few times, the last limbs disappear from her mouth as the distinct bumps of a female crawl beneath her long neck.
>Her hoof beckons you closer as you look at the spectacle.
>”Come on, I could really use a hug right about now.”
>Not eager to disappoint her, you go in close to her as a hoof reaches around you.
>You sit between her legs as the faint lumps pulse from her body.
>With naïve curiosity, you rub the bulges down into Lyra.
>She hugs you in tighter, choking you at the sudden force.
>You tap her hoof, silently telling her of your fragility.
>Her grip loosens slightly as she apologizes.
>”Sorry... mind if you keep doing that?”
>Hesitantly, you start rubbing the large orb that is her stomach.
>As you massage circles around her middle, she slowly leans back onto the floor behind her.
>Her leg takes you with her, as you find yourself on top of her belly.
>Shrugging at her reposition, you slowly dig your knees into her.
>Her faces expresses relief and relaxation as you continue to push into her malleable flesh.
>You hear her body making all sorts of groaning noises as it works away at the meal inside.
>The silky coat gently brushes your fingertips as you press into her.
>Lyra looks at you in affection as a smile snakes its way over her face.
>While her sly look made you smile, it unnerved you all at the same time.
>This person was hostile to both of you, so you don't mind this as much.
>But what if it was a kinder soul?
>You shake these thoughts from your mind as Lyra embraces you once more.
>Holding you close, she gives you an endearing squeeze as your body makes an imprint on hers.
>”Thanks again.  You're such a nice human.”
>Chuckling nervously, you wonder about your relationship with her.
>While she was massive in comparison to you, were you her equal, or her pet?
>A slave perhaps?
>Hopefully the whole “human” thing is just a nickname.
>”We should get going though, can you walk?”
>You slide off of her middle, steadying yourself.
>A little dizzy, but you should be fine.
>Lyra calls out to you in a sing-songy voice.
>”My back's still available for you~”
>She shakes her plump rump right next to your head as she kneels down for you.
“As long as you don't mind...”
>Taking position over her, you hop on up as Lyra takes the bag of goods around her neck.
>”Of course not!  Have to take care of you before we get back home.”
“Wait... home?”
>She levitates the revolver over to you as you hesitatingly grab it.
>”Well... I assume you don't want to stay here, right?”
>Looking out at the streets you once walked from the ransacked bakery, you sigh.
“Anything's better than here, I guess...”
>Lyra's cheery demeanor continues to reflect off her voice.
>”That's the spirit!  I'll get us back to the others in no time!”
>As Lyra trots out of the bakery with a skip in her step, you check the revolver.
>With your limited knowledge, you empty out the revolver after messing around with it.
>You place the bullets into the pocket with the other stray bullets.
>Continuing to play with the empty gun, Lyra looks back at you curiously.
>”Don't you know how to use that thing?”
>Pulling the trigger makes a loud crack, but produces no bullet.
>Lyra cringes at the sound as you continue to look at the mechanisms.
“Firing is easy, I just need to know how to keep both of us safe from any accidents.”
>She looks to you worriedly.
“I emptied the gun out already, so nothing bad will happen when I play with it.
>As you say that, you pull the trigger as the hammer strikes down on your pinky finger.
>You yelp in surprise as you pull your injured finger out.
>She snickers at your condition as you put the affected appendage to your mouth.
“Well... you won't have anything to worry about, I still need to learn this thing.”
>She turns her head back towards the street as she resumes her pace.
>”Well, I believe in you Anon, you'll keep us safe!”
>Too tired to see if she was sarcastic, you continue to play with the weapon as she drives the two of you to your next destination.