Mar 2017

>You’re Anon
>You got gastroenteritis and had to miss yesterday’s class
>You feel weak and haven’t eaten anything today, but since you’re living alone there’s no one to go buy food for you
>You could call your mum, but you’re a big boy and don’t want to bother her with your problems
>You barely slept, and it’s 6:40am but you you grab your coat and go to the supermarket that opens at 7
>You’re literally the only client around
>You get some non-lactose milk, carrots, instant potato puree, rice… stuff that won’t hurt your stomach
>You’re quite tired so you’re shopping without paying much attention around you

>You’re Lyra and still wonder what happened
>Opening a portal to Earth in your living room wasn’t such a bright idea after all
>Bon Bon will be mad
>You haven’t seen any humans, it’s cold, dark and you’re hungry
>You have already read all the weird books found here, and you don’t like them. They only have 2 pages, they make noise when you touch them and they all have the same text on them: “Artificial honey-flavoured cereal”
>WAIT! What’s that?
>Is that a H U M A N??
>You jump into his shopping bag without thinking
>Why tho
>He didn’t even notice you
>What to do now
>Maybe just stand still and chew some of his carrots in the meantime

>You pay for your groceries
>You have no idea why it was so expensive this time but frankly you just want to go home
>You leave the bag in the kitchen table and go take your coat off
>When you come back you find a mint-coloured pony eating your carrots on the table
>”You want some?” she says

>You start to wonder if the meds you’re taking for your gastroenteritis can cause you to hallucinate
>You quietly leave the kitchen and lock yourself in your bedroom while checking the leaflet
>It doesn’t mention the possibility to see talking mint-coloured ponies
>You end up falling asleep in fetal position

>You wonder why the human left without even saying hi
>Maybe she didn’t like your perfume? Is your mane too messy?
>There’s only one way to find out
>You go look for him
>You end up in a empty room full of several white-coloured instruments
>They really look interesting

>You wake up from your nap after hearing some noise coming from the bathroom
>Please not another leak
>You find the talking pony flushing the toilet
>”What an interesting game!”
>You go straight to your medicine cabinet, grab your melatonin pills and throw them straight to the rubbish can
>”Hey you, I’m sorry for not knocking before entering your home but I’m so excited to meet a human like you! As in, a real human!”
“You mean I’m not hallucinating?”
>”Of course not! How are you human?”
“Pretty sick, I’ve got a gastroenteritis and now I can hear horses talk”
>”Aww poor you, is there anything I can do for you?”
“Well, first of all stop flushing my toilet! And also, what are you?!”
>”Oh I’m just Lyra. I live in two-story house with Bon Bon, I like playing music and I also opened a 72-hour portal to your world by using a spell I’ve found on the Ponyville library. How about you? Are you planning to replace your porsche light anytime soon?”
“Yes, I know I should have replaced it already, but I’m too busy: the final exams are coming soon and… For Pete’s sake I’m talking to a horse”
>You start hearing a phone ringing
“What’s that?”
>”Oh, sorry, give me a second please”
>Lyra takes a mobile phone from inside her coat and answers it

>”Lyra, it’s been one day since you left, remember the portal back to Equestria will close in two days”
”Bon Bon, chill out, I remember. I’m just bonding with a cool human… No I haven’t eaten all his carrots… Seriously, relax Bon Bon, I’ll be back soon”
>You hand the phone and put it back where it was
“My friend Bon Bon says hi”
>”Good to know”
“So what do you want to do?”
>”Eeeh… do you want to drink something?”
“Sure! Can I have some milk, please?”
>”Of course”
“What are you going to have?”
>”Exedrin PM, it seems”


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>Lyra insists on being the "big spoon".
>Because, well, let's just be honest about it.
>Lyra is fuckhuge compared to you.
>Of course there are disadvantages.
>The usual tactic of butt-wiggling to produce an erection is obviously out.
>And the reach-around handjob just isn't as effective with outsize marshmallow hooves.
>She does enjoy sucking on your fingers though.
>Although when she gets excited she can easily suck your whole arm in up to the elbow.
>She has developed a preference for licking you.
>Being suddenly awoken during the night by a big, soft, damp tongue covering half your head is unsettling.
>But all in all, it's a comfy life.
>Just not what you expected


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>Lyra licks your face teasingly at first.
>Then at seeing your reaction, narrows her eyes to look seductive, slowly drawing her tongue up your cheek.
>Only this is as far as she's gotten in her Anon x Reader fantasies and has no clue what to do now.

"Um, Lyra?"

>Thinking to herself, "OMGOMG it's happening! Don't screw this up and get away from you!"
>She continues to lick, trying not to cover the same patch of skin twice, speeding up her pace.
>"Why does this taste so good?!"

"I said you could have one lick to prove we don't have toxic skin that won't-"

>I want all your poison, Anon! It's like there's a party in my mouth, and everyone was sacrificed to Slaanesh!

"..."

>She's increased her speed and is beginning to even forego the most basic motions, proceeding to simply smush her tongue against your face, and before long she's just headbutting you.

"Lyra... I think it's time to stop."

>Unf so good. I can taste the salt. You must have been a really salty shitlord to taste this salty!

"I um don't think that's how it works."

>She backs off after a spell, looking slightly nauseous.
>I don't feel so good, Anon. Too much salt?"

"You were moving your head around too fast. I think you're just dizzy."

>I wasn't ready for this level of power! I've let the me-me's consume me!
>She begins to cry, flailing her hooves about.
>Damn the seductive thrill of power! I wasn't prepaaaaaaared!

-sigh- "Time for bed, Lyra."

>One last lick, Anon?"

"Sure, whatever; knock yourself out."

>She starts low at your chin and ends at your forehead, accidentally grazing your eye, making you wince.
>Oh yeah... that's the stuff.