Cy-Lyra - Day 4 (the rest)

>This has been great.
>You are Lyra, and you’ve just finished up playing a favorite piece of yours on your lyre in front of a small crowd in the park.
>You really enjoyed yourself, but there wasn’t much of a reaction from the crowd.
>No matter. Playing was fun regardless.
>Packing up your lyre, you start to head home.
>You are home.
>Bon bon is there, and she looks tired.
>You got to say something, but nothing comes out.
>Oh well. That seems to be happening a lot lately.
>You go to the bathroom to wash up after spending the day out in the sun at the park.
>A shower is over with before you could register it.
>Hmmm.
>A quick glance in the mirror to see if there are any crazy hairs in your mane.
>Oh.
>Your head is gone.
>Well, that’s not really important.
>It’s been gone for a while now.
>Time for dinner.
>Only, you’re not hungry.
>Hmmm.
>This makes things boring.
>A quick stroll through town square should be good.
>You are in town square.
>It’s pretty busy.
>You decide to pick up a few things to surprise Bon Bon.
>She loves fried foods, so you shop around.
>You go to purchase several items, but you can’t ask the shopkeeper how much they are.
>The shopkeeper doesn’t even make eye contact.
>That’s a terrible way to run a business.
>You promptly drop your items and leave to take your business elsewhere.
>A dark cloud is rolling overhead.
>The town square is empty.
>Oh wait, there’s somep0ny else coming over.
>It’s Twilight.
>You and her don’t really talk much anymore.
>You both had a fight.
>Well, she had a breakdown, really.
>She trots straight to you and pins you down with her magic.
>She’s very good with magic.
>You can only play your lyre.
>There’s another figure coming your way.
>You hope its someone who can save you.
>It’s Anonymous!
>You feel warm inside when you see him.
>He stops beside Twilight and places a hand on her head, rubbing her mane.
>A huge wave of magic slams you down into the ground.
>It hurts, but you don’t care.
>Not having a head hurts more.
>You see Anon crouch on one knee and stroke the side of Twilight’s face.
>He pulls her towards him.
>And they kiss.
>Deeply.
>You can see them fighting for dominance over each other’s mouth.
>Your heart breaks.
>You liked Anonymous.
>Loved him, really.
>You guess he never really loved you.
>Another wave of magic slams into you, and Twilight is gone.
>You’re in a room.
>It’s familiar.
>Anon’s bedroom.
>He’s in here, too.
>You’re both lying on the bed, you on top of him, straddling his stomach.
>Anon is very warm, but it hurts your stomach.
>You would put up with any pain to be with Anonymous.
>You start to ask him what happened to Twilight, but he pulls you in for a kiss.
>It’s a good kiss, but you don’t really feel it.
>You feel his hands travel down the sides of your body.
>You love his hands.
>They’ve done some really amazing things to you, and it feels like they are going to again.
>He reaches your rump and squeezes, pulling you closer.
>You love it when he squeezes you there.
>You can feel yourself getting excited.
>Anon moves his hands from you and starts to mess with his pants.
>Now you can feel his member resting underneath of you.
>You tremble with excitement.
>You go to kiss him, but you don’t have a head, so nothing happens.
>Anonymous is sitting perfectly still under you.
>You try to kiss him again, but nothing happens.
>You need to kiss him before he can continue.
>You know it.
>But you can’t.
>You don’t have a head.
>So you can’t kiss him.
>How can you kiss without a head?
>You try to tell him you’re sorry and that you love him.
>He still doesn’t move.
>It’s like he’s waiting.
>He’ll wait forever for that kiss.
>You try to move off of him, but you can’t.
>Your belly hurts too much.
>You look down, and see that you are bleeding heavily all over Anon’s chest and stomach.
>It hurts more.
>More that is usually does.
>A flash of light, and Twilight is in the bedroom with you and Anon.
>You didn’t want her to see this.
>You’re too vulnerable right now, and you and Anon were getting very close.
>She walks over, no expression on her face, and kisses Anon.
>They kiss right in front of you.
>Without warning, Anon’s hands grasp your flank, raises you slightly, pulling you forward, and plunges himself into you.
>You’ve had sex before, and this felt like then.
>Only it hurt a lot more in your stomach and head.
>Twilight and Anon are still making out in front of you, with Anon buried inside of you, holding you still on top of him.
>You’re not having a good time, so you try to get away.
>When you move, your legs are stuck.
>Twilight is holding you down again.
>That has to be it.
>A wave of magic slams against you once more, but Anon holds you firm on top of him.
>You try to cry, but you don’t have a head so you can’t cry.
>Another wave of magic and you are thrown off of Anon into a hole on the ground.
>It’s dark in the hole, and you keep falling.
>You really hate Twilight for being so bitter over the two of you liking Anon.
>The fall seems to last for hours.
>Or minutes.
>It’s not important.
>You’ve stopped falling abruptly.
>You’re suspended by a tangle of chains and cords coming from the ceiling.
>It’s dark here.
>Very dark.
>A darkness that you remember.
>A small light shines above you, drawing your attention.
>Your horn is giving off light.
>You don’t remember casting an illumination spell, but it’s not important.
>You don’t remember when you got your head back either.
>A large form starts to appear in the distance.
>Your stomach is causing you intense agony.
>Many of the chains and cords are leading inside of you.
>Some of them are tied around your limbs, keeping you spread out and strung up like a puppet.
>Three glowing orbs of a terrible red hang in front of you.
>There is a loud humming that seems to block out your hearing.
>Except for when the large form speaks in its slow, heavy, mind reeling voice that penetrates your mind.
>”It resists.”
>You feel yourself struggling to break free from the tangled mess you’re in until you are suddenly dropped to the floor.
>It hurt a lot, especially landing on your back.
>”Remove the threat, then release.”
>The combined force of your impact and the large voice are awful.
>You are crying now.
>You can, since you have a head.
>Now that you have a head, you can get back to Anonymous and kiss him.
>Twilight will leave him alone for sure once she see’s the two of you kissing.
>You need to leave, but you hurt too much.
>There’s a lot of pressure around your neck.
>Oh.
>Your stomach doesn’t hurt anymore.
>And it doesn’t feel like you’re bound.
>You try to move your legs, but nothing happens.
>You try to look, but you can’t move your neck.
>Come to think of it, you can’t really see anything either.
>You do feel a needle prick in your eye, though.
>That, and the feeling of intense pressure around your horn.
>A sudden tug and the pressure is released, but it’s not a good feeling.
>You try to scream, but you can’t for some reason.
>It’s like your vocal chords aren’t listening.
>There we go.
>Now you can see your legs.
>They aren’t moving.
>Hmmm.
>Come to think of it, you can see your whole body.
>That’s different.
>It’s getting kind of cold though.
>You hope someone puts a blanket around you.
>It must be late, because you’re getting sleepy.
>You hope Bon Bon wakes you up since you didn’t get to set your alarm.
>...
>...
>...
>Picked and peeled apart.
>You’re not where you used to be.
>You’re walking.
>Pulling.
>Hauling.
>Dragging.
>Galloping.
>Slave.
>Obey.
>Obey.
>Obey.
>O-obey.
>O-obuh…
>O-
>Oh.
>You don’t recognize this place.
>Trees all around you.
>It’s dark, but you can see clearly.
>Pain.
>Feeling starts to fade into your limbs.
>Your legs are at their limit.
>You look down at one of them.
>Teal.
>That’s a nice color.
>You remember it.
>Why are you in a forest?
>Why do you hurt so much?
>There’s a stream nearby.
>Maybe it will help you relax or get rid of some of this pain.
>You start to wade in, when you feel the water run underneath you.
>Wake up.
>You’re on the ground again, next to the stream.
>You must have blacked out and launched yourself out.
>But why?
>You step the stream again and peer inside.
>Your head is odd.
>Not what you would have imagined, but that is apparently your head.
>Then you see your underside.
>It doesn’t look normal.
>And it hurts.
>You might be injured, but you can’t tell.
>You’re back where you came from and spot a dirt trail.
>Might as well follow it.
>You’re out of the forest now.
>You keep walking.
>You somehow end up at a house.
>There are names on the mailbox.
>’Drops & Heartstrings’
>Heartstrings…
>L-...
>Lyra Heartstrings.
>That name…
>...Your name.
>”Lyra!”
>Your hind legs collapse under you.
>You remember.
>”Lyra!”
>You try to scream, but nothing comes out.
>You are frantic, back on all four hooves, kicking and running, but you can’t escape yourself.
>”Lyra, please!”
>P0nies wouldn’t know how to react if they saw you.
>You need help.
>You don’t know where to go.
>It’s gotten so dark outside.
>Black tendrils are surrounding your legs, halting your mobility.
>You buck wildly with all of your might.
>”LYRA! WAKE UP!”
>Wake up?
>Who’s yelling?
>You’re front and back legs are constricted.
>You’re unable to move.
>But someone’s yelling for you.
>And the voice sounds so familiar.
“HELP ME!”
>Your voice breaks through.
>You can’t see anything.
>”I’m right here, Lyra! I’m right here!”
>There’s a warmth on your back as you continue to buck and struggle.
“Something’s got me! SOMETHING’S GOT ME!”
>”LYRA! IT’S ME! ANONYMOUS! I’m trying to make sure you don’t hurt yourself!”
>You pause as it all clicks.
>Suddenly the room is filled with light.
>The blanket has been removed from over your head.
>You can feel Anon pressed against your back.
>He is using his legs to restrain your hinds legs, stretching them out parallel to your body.
>His arms are wrapped around your upper chest, your forelegs pressed together and held down tightly.
>You’ve stopped struggling.
>There’s a loud uneven grinding filling the room.
>It’s coming from you.
>You work on calming down your mind as to calm down the noises as well.
>”Jesus Christ, Lyra. I can’t even imagine what you dream about if this is the reaction you have. You scare me half to death.”
>Dream?
>...So, that was just a dream.
>Anon slowly release you.
>You’re not sure what to do, so you lie still.
>”Lyra, do you want to talk about it?”
“...No.”
>There’s no way you could tell him about seeing him and Twilight making out with you on his-
>And that’s enough of that.
>”You can’t keep that stuff inside if it bothers you so much. Tell me. Let me take some of the burden for you.”
“...Maybe later.”
>”Okay, but I’m holding you to it, alright?”
>Anon goes to get up.
“WAIT!”
>”What’s wrong?!”
“W-...Will you stay here?”
>You can’t believe that you just asked Anonymous to sleep in the same bed with you!
>Shower incident aside, you have become increasingly bold since you became a monster.
>You’ve just lost so much already.
>You want to hold on to whatever you can.
>”Are you sure? I might hurt you on accid-”
“Yes, yes I’m sure. I’ll be fine. Please…”
>You curl yourself up as tiny as possible.
“...Don’t leave me.”
>You feel Anon move on the bed, his arm coming around your neck softly, lowering to your chest.
>He pulls you to him slightly, pressing your back against his chest.
>His warmth spreads over you like wildfire.
>You hear him breathing right behind your head.
>”I’ll never leave you, Lyra.”
>His whispered words send you into a near shock, your body tensing up.
>He snuggles you closer the best he can without hurting you.
>”I…I think I...uh...nevermind. Let’s just sleep on it.”
>What was that about?
>You’re not too worried about it right now.
>This is the most relaxed you have been since you arrived at Anon’s house.
>Within minutes, you can tell Anon has already passed out, his grip weakening around you.
>You can feel his body rise and fall with every breath that tickles the back of your neck, or what’s left of it anyway.
>Soon, sleep takes you as well, and it’s wonderful.

>You are Anonymous, and your much needed sleep was abruptly interrupted by someone going ham on your front door.
>”Anon! Open up!”
>Fucking Rainbow Dash.
>A glance out of the window in the guest bedroom and the sun has already risen quite high in the sky.
>If Rainbow is knocking, it must be pretty late in the day.
>You start to quietly climb out of the bed as Lyra still seems fast asleep.
>Again, it’s hard to tell since she doesn’t actually breath.
>She shifts slightly against you in her sleep.
>It has now come to your attention that you have a severe case of morning wood.
>And it is jabbing itself into Lyra’s ass as she gets comfortable.
>You really hope she doesn’t actually feel that.
>You pry yourself away from her back, your chest suddenly feeling very cold without her added warmth.
>Tip-toeing to the door and shutting it softly, you head to the front door.
>More knocking.
>”Anon! C’mon, man! We’ve gotta start looking for Twilight!”
>Way to go, Dash.
>Yell out the news about the missing princess, please. Everyone needs to know about it.
>Luckily she’s already back at the castle.
>You open the door and are greeted to the sight of the multi-hued mane that could only belong to the one and only Rainbow Dash.
>”There you are!”
>Dash suddenly wrinkles her muzzle before letting herself into your house.
>”Sheesh, Anon. You look like tartarus. What happened?”
“I’m not going to go into details, but I found Twilight last night.”
>”You WHAT?!”
>Dash is in the air now, hovering just inches from your face.
“Yup. She’s back at her castle.”
>”Great! Let’s go get her and bring her back here so we can get started on fixing Lyra.”
“Twilight’s working on that at the moment so there’s no hurry. Right now though, I need to talk with you.”
>”Oh, well sure. What’s up?”
>You escort her back to the front door, and you both step outside.
>It’s an absolutely gorgeous day outside.
>Shame you’re about to ruin it.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Twilight?”
>”Tell you what about her?”
“About how she’d been interested in me.”
>”Uh, I did, just yesterday.”
“I’m talking about years ago, Dash.”
>You reach behind her neck and grab a tuft of mane, holding her steady while you crouch down to her level.
“You knew. You fucking knew, and you still slept with me. What the FUCK is wrong with you?!”
>”HEY! Let me go, you jerk! It’s none of your Celestia-damned business why I did what I did! Alright? I wanted a good fuck, and you were available!”
>You jerk her mane towards you.
“Nope. Not fucking buying it. You’re the fucking EMBODIMENT OF LOYALTY. How could you do that to her?!”
>She starts flapping her wings, trying to get away. You hold fast and grab your door handle with your other hand in case she ends up taking flight.
>”Nnngh! Fuck off, Anon! I don’t have to tell you anything! What if I was interested first, huh?! What if I had a crush on you before Twilight did!”
“You’re a terrible liar, Dash! I’m not buying that one bit. I tried to make us something more than fuck buddies, but you couldn’t handle it!”
>She’s started swinging her fore-hooves at you, slamming into your collar bone.
>Shit hurts something fierce, but you still hold out, doubling your grip on her mane.
>”AAAHHH!!! You’re hurting me!”
“Deal with it and stop lying to me, dammit!”
>”I told you that we couldn’t get together because it wouldn’t work out!”
“Right! Some bullshit about focusing on your career.”
>”EXACTLY!”
“Then how come I still see your blue ass all over town?! You haven’t done shit about your career!”
>”I do it when you’re not looking!”
>She gives another hard flap and presses against you to get away.
“BULLSHIT! You’re scared of commitment!”
>She jerks her head back and forth, slamming her hooves into your chest.
>She breaks free, but only for a moment.
>”Get away from me!”
“No!”
>The sounds of strained grunts, scuffed hooves, flinging dirt, and flapping wings are all that fill your little corner on the outskirt of town as the two of you go at it.
>You release the door handle and pounce on her, bringing both arms around her forelegs and pinning them under her, blocking her wings at the same time.
>You try to roll sideways so Dash doesn’t take the brunt of your weight.
>You’re not trying to hurt her. You just want her to admit why she backstabbed Twilight so deeply.
>They’ve been the closest friends from what you’ve heard. Their little clique of six.
>And Dash is ruining it.
>You both land on your side, but you quickly roll on top of her, pinning her to the floor.
>You are easily two to three times Dash’s weight, but she’s still ridiculously strong.
>Especially for a pegasus.
“Why, Dash?! Why did you fucking dig a knife in Twilight’s back?!”
>You hear Dash starting to growl.
>Holy shit, she’s starting to lift you.
>The weight has shifted, and you roll sideways a little.
>Dash takes the advantage and puts all of her effort into flipping you over.
>You subconsciously reach a hand out to stop your fall, releasing Dashes forelegs.
>Within seconds, Dash is on top of you bring her hoof down on your face with full force.
>You just got knocked senseless.
>”YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?!”
“YES!”
>She punches you again, nothing holder her back.
>Dear god, you have never witnessed fury like this.
>”BECAUSE I FUCKING HATE YOU!”
>Wh-
>Dash is quick to give you another slam against your jaw before you can even finish the thought.
>”I WISH YOU’D NEVER CAME HERE! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!”
>Her voice is cracking as she yells.
>She’s switched it up to slamming her hooves into your chest now, knocking the wind out of you.
>You look up at your attacker and see the saddest mare you’ve ever seen.
>Tears are flung everywhere as she flings herself with every blow she lands on you.
>Sad or not, you weren’t going to take this temper tantrum.
>Dash hesitates on a swing at your precious face, leaving an opening.
>Your wits have returned due the adrenaline of the fight.
>You use the opening to back-hand this bitch with the force of 60 pimps.
>She staggers and falls off of you, but she’s already on her hooves before you can fully stand up.
>She takes a moment to touch a hoof to her cheek, inspecting the damage.
>A small bit of blood is left on her hoof.
>Her pupils shrink to mere specks, swiftly fixed on you.
“What? Never took a little damage in a fight before?
>She launches in the air after you, letting loose a primal cry of rage.
>You duck under her oncoming attack, turning to reach and grab her tail as it passes.
>Clutching her tail, the force of her takeoff caught you off guard as you are dragged and stumble while Dash touches her front hooves to the ground.
>She draws her rear legs in preparation for a rib shattering buck.
>You dig your feet into the ground, keeping you inches away from the impact as you feel the gust of air pushed from her hooves blast across your face.
>Dash loses her footing from the force she put into the buck, making her fall flat on her stomach, all legs spread out.
>You see your chance and take it.
>You come down hard on Dash’s back, straddling her mid-section, keeping her wings pinned to her sides and her legs flailed outwards, unable to bend to the gain any purchase.
>You bring a fist across the side of Rainbow’s head, nothing held back.
>God it felt good.
>You bring another across the opposite side, just the even things up
>Traces of blood are left on your knuckles.
>She yelps from the impact, all of her legs scrambling to make any kind of headway.
>”GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”
“FAT CHANCE!”
>You rise slightly and slam back down on her back.
>”AAAAAHHHHH! FFFFUCK!”
>She doubles her efforts to get out of your hold, flexing her wings as hard as she can.
>It’s no use.
>You grab two handfuls of her mane and jerk her head back towards you.
>You lean down and speak directly into her ear.
“Now stop this shit and tell me what the fuck made you destroy your friendship with Twilight!”
>”ROT IN TARTARUS, YOU FREAK!”
>’Freak’
>You haven’t been called that in a long time.
>She just flipped the wrong switch in you.
>You move one hand from her mane to her muzzle, gripping around her snout and chin tightly.
>Pulling back and down slowly, you start to dig your fingers between her lips as her teeth are shown, still retaining the strength of your grip.
>Your fingernails are digging into her gums, blood already visible.
>She cries out, opening her mouth for a moment.
>You seize it and plunge your fingers between her teeth, grasping only her lower jaw now.
>You pull back on both her mane and jaw, spreading her mouth open as she screams.
>Moving your arms in tandem, you angle her head downwards and shove her muzzle into the ground.
>Keeping her mouth spread open, you grind her teeth into the dirt, almost using her jaw as a shovel to scoop up the dirt.
>Blood is covering your hand and falling inside her open mouth, mixing with the dirt, turning it into a dark, terrible mess.
>After you feel she’s got enough dirt scooped up, you jerk her head upwards, shaking her every now and then to let the bloody mud fall down her throat.
“SWALLOW IT”
>She chokes and gags, tears trailing down her face, her voice making strangled, pitiful noises.
>She’s completely helpless.
>Some of the muddy mixture is coughed up as she struggles to battle gravity.
>You feel an odd movement underneath you.
>A lurch from her sides as she heaves.
>Soon enough, she vomits.
>You shove her head away from you, releasing her mane and jaw as she purges.
>She is wailing between heaves.
>Her body shudders underneath you.
>After she has finished removing the contents of her stomach and her mouth, she gives up.
>Never before have you seen this mare cry in front of you as she is now.
>She has laid her emotions bare in front of you, and they are made of glass.
>Seeing someone as tough and stubborn as Dash give up has definitely put some perspective on your actions.
>You are completely capable of subduing probably one of the most physically fit p0nies this side of Equestria.
>Had you been driven to such extremes, her life would have hung in the balance of your judgement.
>The thought, while comforting to know you can successfully defend yourself, leaves a sick feeling in your stomach.
>You rise off of Dash’s back to step aside to give her some room.
>Her cries are riddled with hiccups here and there with loud shaky inhales.
>As you stand there looking over Dash, it hits you even harder.
>You dominated her.
>And while some may get their rocks off to that, you have an immense feeling of guilt wash over you.
>This isn’t what you wanted.
>You just wanted to know why she did it.
>Sure, you’re still pissed that she bestowed some bruises, a busted lip, and probably a dislocated jaw upon you. Not to mention, some crazy chest pain. Might be a fractured rib or two.
>But Rainbow isn't the kind of mare to just blurt out what's going on in her head.
>For her to fight like this, it must be something huge.
>Something worth getting this worked up over.
>It’s not long before Rainbow’s screams have died down and she starts forming words.
>"I j-just want m-my friend b-baaahaahaack!!"
>She mumbles 'I'm sorry' over and over again, occasionally throwing in 'It's my fault' just to switch things up a bit.
"Rainbow..."
>You risk speaking.
"Twilight's back. I just told you I found her last night."
>She's reduced to sniffles and hiccups as she turns to look at you.
>"N-not like that! I want the old Twilight b-back!"
>She finally starts to try to get to her hooves.
>You take in the damage.
>Rainbow stands before you, her muzzle dripping with blood, eyes bloodshot.
>There are cuts and bruises that are developing near her eyes and ears with wet, red fur around them thanks to your pummeling.
>The two of you stare at each other, going over what just happened.
>It’s a bit surreal, honestly.
>This being your first all-out physical confrontation with a p0ny.
>Really sucks that it had to be with a friend.
>You wipe your mouth, a stinging causing you to grimace following after from your busted and still bleeding lip.
"Cunt."
>Her gaze never falters.
>She spits blood and remnants of bile near your feet.
>"Freak."
>The staring continues for a few seconds before you snicker loudly.
"You look like shit, Rainbow."
>You see the start of a smirk cross her face, but it goes away quick enough as she averts her eyes from your own..
>"Better than you…”
>”...you monster.”
>Her words hit low.
>Your light jab at humor is completely overtaken by the now strangling atmosphere.
“Look, I didn’t mean to-”
>”-rip my head back with my mane? Tear my mouth up with those...claws of yours? Force me to eat dirt?”
“You were wailing on me like crazy, Dash! I didn’t see you stopping anytime soon, so I defended myself!”
>”You defended yourself when I was pinned to the ground. There was nothing I could do. But you kept going. Just had to get your point across, huh?”
>Fuck, this doesn’t look good.
“I...I don’t… Dash, you were… You beat the living hell out of me, Dash. I only saw it fit to return the favor.”
>”Oh you went way passed returning the favor. What you did to me was cruel, Anonymous. You disabled me, beat me, then humiliated me.”
>...
“I’m...I’m sorry.”
>”It’s gonna take a hay of a lot more than an apology to make up for this.”
>You both stand in silence.
“What if-”
>”Save it, Anon!”
“What if I got the old Twilight back?”
>Rainbows eyes widen slightly, shocked by your proposal, but it quickly fades into a fierce scowl.
>You’re not really sure what she means by the ‘old Twilight’, but if you can pull some info from her, maybe you can come up with something.
>You hope she doesn’t mean unicorn Twilight.
>That shit isn’t going to happen.
>Rainbow’s response certainly threw you off guard, though.
>”Not likely, considering you’re the problem in the first place.”
“Wha-”
>”Ever since you showed up, you’re all she ever talks about anymore. ‘Humans’ this, ‘Anonymous’ that.”
>She starts to pace slowly back and forth.
>”The rest of our friends were concerned too. We tried to find her different things to get interested in, but we just couldn’t stray her from the mystery of ‘humans’.”
>Dash chuckles to herself.
>”Oh, but then, the icing on the cake. Twilight comes out and tells us that she’s fallen for you! Imagine our surprise when the one thing we’re trying to keep her from turns out to be her love interest!”
>Dash’s fake cheer falls flat.
>”Twilight’s always been a curious mare, so she’s an innocent in this whole mess.”
>Not as innocent as she’d like to be, but Rainbow doesn’t need to hear that from you.
>”Her distance from us only grew when she made her announcement. We kept tabs on her though. Just to make sure she wasn’t doing anything rash. But that’s as far as the others took it.”
>Dash goes silent and stops walking for a moment, her eyes piercing the ground.
>”That wasn’t enough for me.”
>She turned to look back at you.
>”I needed her to forget about you. To hate you.”
>She starts to walk in your direction.
>”You were already doing that yourself, sleeping around with any mare that so much as gave you a second glance. But the rumors were piling up in your favor eventually. You became a conquest. Stories of your ‘sexual prowess’ flooded P0nyville. Twilight being Twilight, only became more curious and drawn to you.”
>Dash has reached you, her head hung down, eyes closed.
>”I had to do something. I couldn’t let you ruin her.”
>She looks up to you and opens her eyes.
>”So I had to ruin you first.”
>Holy shit.
>You are at a loss for words as it all starts to click into place.
>Dash turns and walks away.
>”Yeah. That whole thing between you and me? I did that to make Twilight hate you. I even told her how horrible you were at sex. Straight to her face.”
>Dash stopped walking.
>Her back legs have started to shake.
>You hear her sniff loudly a couple times just before her hind legs collapse under her.
>She raises her head towards the sky.
>”I-I was such an idiot!”
>Her head has fallen now, shaking it back and forth, her front legs having trouble supporting her.
>”I was so focused on ruining you that I didn’t see what I was doing to her! To us! And now she hates me! I’m nothing but a WHORE for her heat cycles! And to top it off, just to spit in my face, she STILL likes you!”
>Dash is quietly sobbing to herself while your injuries catch up to you, your head pounding.
>This was insane.
>And honestly, not your problem. As much as you’d like to see everyone happy and shitting rainbows fueled by the ‘Magic of Friendship’, you can’t.
>Dash is gone.
>Emotionally, that is.
>She’s dug herself into a hole so deep you couldn’t pull her out even if you wanted to.
>The only way she’s getting help is by confiding in Twilight, and that’s if she’ll even listen to her.
>Twilight’s pretty much laid her sins out on the table, and there’s still more to go over with her just so she understands the severity of what she’s done.
>Not to mention, she needs a third-party point of view on her mental stability.
>One you’d be happy to provide if it helps her at all.
>She did save your life, after all.
>You stagger back to your front door, leaving Dash without saying a word.
>Once inside, you lock your door and lean your back against it, slowly sliding to the ground.
>God it hurts to think.
>It hurts to breathe.
>lifeissuffering.tiff
>You black out within a few minutes.
>...
>...
>...
>”-re you okay?!”
>Whuzzat?
>Hmmm…
>Damn, your head is still killing you.
>”Anonymous! What happened?! Are you okay?!”
>Dammit, she’s loud.
>You rub your eyes and find Lyra within inches from your face.
“Gmmornin Lyrrruh.”
>Fuck.
>Was that English?
>”Anon, what happened to you?! Why are hurt?!”
>You go to stand, but your chest burns with pain as you take a deep breath.
>You hiss to express your discomfort.
>You look back to Lyra.
>She’s doing that little dance with her hooves again when she’s stressed.
>It’s fucking adorable and makes you laugh a little.
>Man, it hurts to laugh.
>”Wh-what’s so funny?! You look terrible!”
“S-Sorry, Lyra. Me and Dash had a uh...a talk.”
>”Rainbow Dash did this to you?!”
“Yeah-Hey, can you tone it down a bit?”
>”I need to talk to Rainbow.”
“NOPE. No, you don’t.”
>You start taking small, quick breaths as you try to get to your feet again.
>You fail.
>”What? Why not?”
“Because what just happened has nothing to do with you! Hell, it really doesn’t have anything to do with me, either. Dash’s just in a really bad place right now, mentally. It’s best if we just leave her alone. She’ll have to figure it out on her own.”
>And that’s the damn truth because you’re sure as hell done with her.
>Don’t need to get upset in front of Lyra, though. She doesn’t need any added stress.
>You are pushed slightly against the door as Lyra goes in for an awkward hug, trying to avoid her sensitive areas.
>To your surprise, she’s actually able to rest her head on your shoulder.
>”Anon…”
>You swear you can feel her breathing on your neck.
>A great warmth spreads over you.
>”You’re always looking out for me…”
>Your headache is miles away now as you reach an arm around to hold her close as well.
>”I wish there was something I could do for you…”
>You give her a little squeeze as the pain in your chest subsides.
“I think you already have.”
>She release you and steps back.
>”O-oh my gosh! Anon! You’re...you’re back to normal!”
“Thanks to you!”
>”B-But, I don’t-”
“Let’s not question it, okay?”
>She seems unsure for a moment, but settles on agreeing.
“How about you, though? How are you feeling?”
>”I’m…alright, I guess.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound convincing.”
>”I’m sorry. There’s just, some things that don’t feel right. But they don’t feel bad, just, like they don’t belong.”
“Hmmm. Can you name an example?”
>Lyra shakes her head.
>”Well, it’s kind of embarrassing.”
“I promise I won’t judge.”
>She fidgets a little.
>”I know you won’t, Anon...Well, it’s sorta like...like I have to use the bathroom.”
>Huh.
>That’s...odd.
>Probably need to check in with Twilight to give her a once over to see if anything’s changed that you can’t see.
>You stand up and start to head to your room.
>”What’s wrong? What do you think it is?”
“I honestly don’t know, Lyra.”
>You yell through the house as you look for a change of clothes.
>After getting dressed, Lyra is waiting for you in the hall.
>You regard her curiously, and she does the same, tilting her head to the side slightly.
>It’s crazy, really.
>How you’ve become so accustomed to having something straight out of a nightmare wander around your house.
>”So, what do we do now?”
“Now? I’m going to talk to Twilight again. Hopefully I can get her back over here so she can scan you or whatever to see if anything has changed.”
>You stroll passed Lyra and pat her head.
>You head straight for the kitchen and grab a couple apples from your counter.
>Fighting makes you hungry.
>You can hear Lyra’s soft hoofsteps enter the kitchen.
>You turn and see that her head is downward slightly, not looking at anything in particular it seems.
>”I wish there was something I could do.”
>SIGH
“Lyra, you’re already doing enough just by braving through this.”
>You reach down and ruffle the front of her chest.
>Her coat is still just as smooth as it was when she got out of the shower.
>Lyra tittered lightly at your actions.
>”Thanks. But what really bothers me more than anything...is that I can’t go outside.”
>You take a deep breath.
>She’s right. There’s no way she can go outside.
>The whole town would freak.
>You’d really like to do something for her, though.
>Something to get her spirits back up.
>Hmmm…
>Maybe Twilight could help with this somehow.
>More reason to go and see her then.
“We’ll think of something, babe. Right now, though, I should head out to Twilight’s place. See if she’s awake yet.”
>”’Babe?’”
“Hm?”
>”Y-you just called me ‘babe’.”
>Huh.
“Huh...Guess I did.”
>You flash her a big smile and peck her on top of her lens.
“I’ll be back soon enough. You just hang out here, okay?”
>”O-okay.”
>She’s got a slow dance with her hooves going again.
>Too cute.
>You’re standing in the doorway of your front door.
>No sign of Dash except for a few blood-stained splotches of dirt and gravel.
>You lock the door on the inside and turn back to Lyra, who is looking at you expectantly.
“You’ll be fine, Lyra. Just remember not to open the door for anyone. I’ll be back hopefully within an hour. Less if Twilight can fly us back here or teleport us.”
>”Okay.”
>She still seems a little down in the dumps.
“Hey.”
>She looks up to you.
“We’ll do something special here soon. Fixed or not. You hear me?”
>Her tail swings back and forth excitedly while she taps her hooves in another nervous dance.
>”O-okay! Sound great!”
>You give her another smile and head down the path towards town.

>The trip to Twilight’s castle was uneventful.
>The weather was still fantastic, though. Perfect for a walk.
>A couple waves and greeting to p0nies you’ve met and haven’t seen in a while.
>You prayed to whatever deity was available that you didn’t run into Rainbow.
>They must have listened because you were already by the front entrance of Twilight’s castle, and not a single trace of her.
>You knock on the door, and the little turd sticks his head out.
>”Oh. You again.”
“Hey small stuff. Your mom awake yet?”
>”Sh-she’s not my mom!”
>He’s getting a little red around his cheeks.
“Alright. How about your sister?”
>”Th-That’s not-”
>He’s just a stuttering mess now.
>You really love messing with this guy.
“You know, Spike...Your sister is pretty damn hot. Don’t you think so?”
>His face is practically glowing.
>You swear you can see steam coming off of him.
>”Spike? Who is it?”
>Ah, the mare of the hour.
“Hey, Twilight. Just chatting with Spike here.”
>”Oh goodness, Spike! Are you okay?”
>She rushes over and traces a hoof down his face.
>He sputters a few syllables out before passing out.
>Man, he’s got some issues.
“Eh, he’s fine. I got him all hot and bothered about Rarity.”
>”Anon! He’s just a baby dragon! You can’t tell him stuff like that!”
“Who said I told him anything inappropriate?”
>She give you a knowing look.
“Whatever, fine.”
>You laugh to yourself.
>She’ll never know.
>She picks Spike up in her magic and places him on her back.
>”Well, come on in, Anonymous. I’ll just put him in his room first then I’ll be right with you.”
>You make your way to the throne room and wait for Twilight to return.
>There’s of course more than one reason why you’re here.
>Lyra and Rainbow.
>Rainbow’s business is her own, but that attack was intense.
>Should you really tell Twilight about Rainbow’s side of the story?
>What kind of question is that?
>Of course you should tell her!
>Dash beat the shit out of you!
>Granted, you did too, but it was in self defense.
>...sorta.
>What? Someone had to put that bitch in her place.
>You’re a little upset that it was you that had to do it, though.
>Twilight enters the throne room.
>”Alright, he should be fine. He’s been acting weird lately. Getting all flustered. Even had a bit of a growth spurt.”
>Puberty.
>Calling it.
>Not a baby anymore.
>”So, you came out here for a reason. What’s up?”
>Informal Twilight is best Twilight.
>You’re glad this ‘princess’ thing hasn’t gotten to her head too much.
“Are we alone?”
>”Save for a few guards. Why?”
“Can we be somewhere...alone?”
>Twilight starts to blush.
“NOT LIKE THAT.”
>”R-right! Of course you didn’t m-mean like that!”
“Look, it’s important. It’s about…”
>You lean down next to her ear.
“...Rainbow Dash.”
>The blush disappears instantly.
>”My quarters. We can go in there and talk.”
>She guides you through the castle until you reach her room.
>It’s a modest room, for a princess.
>She closes the door after you enter.
>”Alright, what’s go-...Anonymous?”
“Hm?”
>You turn and see Twilight giving you a very curious look.
>”You uh...You look different.”
“Uh-”
>”Well, not physically, but there’s something surrounding you. I just never noticed it earlier. It’s very faint, like a...golden web or something. It’s incredibly thin.”
>You are clueless.
>Oh, wait.
“Lyra, sorta healed me not too long ago. Would that have anything to do with it?”
>”Healed you? With magic?”
“Well, we were hugging because she was scared and I wasn’t in great shape. Next thing I know, I get this warm feeling, and I was...fine.”
>Twilight starts to cross the room, heading for a pile of large pillows.
>”Interesting. It seems as though her dormant magic is reaching out. And this is probably the most potent trace of magic use I’ve ever seen. But, why were you hurt?”
>You take a deep breath.
“You, might want to sit down.”
>You find a chair nearby and pull it closer to you, Twilight opting for a large pillow she pulled from the pile..
>Now… How to word this delicately…
“About Dash…”
>You swallow nervously.
“We, uh…”
>Twilight is entirely invested in you.
“We beat the shit out of each other.”
>Her jaw dropped.
>”What?! How?! Why?!”
>You explain the circumstances of the fight.
>How you’d questioned Dash.
>How you’d held her mane so she wouldn’t run away from your questions.
>How you’d leapt at her and held her down when she tried to flee.
>When the first punch was thrown.
>...Everything that followed it up to the end of the physical conflict.
>”Anon...I-I don’t know what to say. I couldn’t imagine what she was hiding.”
“I can. She told me, Twilight. Just...I don’t know. Listen to her side.”
>You take another deep breath.
“She did it--the fight, the backstabbing--for you.”
>”B-b-bu-”
“She was afraid of losing you. She said you were distancing yourself from your friends. Only focused on me and mankind...Is that true?”
>”I...I…”
>A few tears trail down her face and soak into the pillow.
>”I never noticed…”
>Wow.
>You must have had a look on your face because Twilight was quick to justify her position.
>”N-no, no! S-see? They supported me the whole t-time! I th-thought the were happy for me!”
“Did they ever tell you to, I don’t know, give it a rest or something? Recommend something new to do?
>”I c-can’t remember.”
“Can you remember anything else you’ve done since I’ve arrived?”
>Twilight has a thousand yard stare, looking at the wall behind you.
>Guess you have your answer.
>”I...I can’t think of...anything.”
>She turned to you quickly, pointing an accusing hoof at you.
>”B-but, this isn’t about me! Wh-what does this have to do with Rainbow s-sleeping with you?!”
“She did it to try to make you hate me. She wanted to give me a bad image so you’d lose interest and, well, in her words, turn back to ‘old Twilight’.”
>Twilight is getting a frantic look about her.
>”This...th-this is...asinine! What did she THINK would come of it?!”
“Well, in her defense-”
>-not that you cared about her or anything-
“-she said she was so focused on ruining me that she completely overlooked the scope of her actions. After all, Rainbow’s not exactly the brightest mare.”
>Twilight is in your face at breathtaking speed.
>“YOU TAKE THAT BACK THIS INSTANT!”
>She is shuddering with every deep breath she takes.
>”Rainbow Dash is my FRIEND, and NOT a stupid mare! I’ll not have you slander her like that in front of me!”
“Oh, come on! Look at what’s she’s done to you! You can’t sit there and tell me you haven’t made your own remarks about her! And what’s this about you still calling her your friend?!”
>”I’ll admit, I’ve called her terrible things behind her back, but I NEVER called her stupid! And what on Equestria gave you the notion that we weren’t still friends?!”
“Dash is pretty convinced that you hate her over this whole thing.”
>”She’s wrong! I’m not going to lose a friend like her over some petty high-school antics! We’ve been through too much to give up like that! Sure, my trust in her has faltered severely, but you can bet your flank that I’ll always be there for her! I mean, for Luna’s sake, I let her fuck me I don’t know how many times! Willingly!”
“That was your delusional way of getting closer to me, if you recall.”
>”Th-that doesn’t matter! Sure, I was a bit, uh-”
“Bat-shit crazy?”
>”Theatrics aren’t necessary, Anon. But yes, I wasn’t in my right mind at the time, but if it truly bothered me that much, I’d never have seen her again! And if I really am as...unstable...as I’m starting to believe myself to be, I’d probably have sent her to the moon or something.”
>Twilight has backed away from you, eyes darting back and forth as she goes over this revelation.
>”She...She just…”
>More tears hit the floor.
>”She just wanted her friend back.”
>Her voice catches at the end.
“...Now Twilight, whatever you do, don’t blame yourse-”
>”AND’S IT’S ALL MY FAAHAAAHAAAULT!”
>GODDAMMIT.
>You’re tired of this shit!
>You stand up from your chair, knocking it backwards onto the floor.
“SHUT UP! SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!”
>Twilight stops crying immediately, looking up at you with wide eyes.
“It’s not your goddamned fault, got it?! It’s not Rainbow’s fault!! It’s MY fucking fault, got that?! All of it! Even LYRA is my fucking fault!”
>Your voice hitched on that last one there.
“So DON’T sit there and blame yourself for all of this shit!! BLAME ME, AND GET OVER IT!”
>Rekt
>”B-but you didn-”
“I SHOWED UP, and that was enough to put ALL of this into motion! Which is why I’m fixing all of it! Got that? I’m clearing up the misunderstandings, mending the friendships, and fixing the broken mare! And YOU-”
>You point down to Twilight.
>She flinches.
“-are NOT going to sulk your fucking heart out. You’re going to help me set this all straight!”
>You are breathing heavily through your nose, fists clenched, heart pumping over your outrage.
>You close your eyes and try to calm down.
>Happy places and all that shit.
>After you are sure you aren’t going to have a heart attack, you continue.
“Which brings me to the other reason I’m here.”

>You pick your chair back up off the floor and sit in it.
>Twilight is still a little shook up over your outburst and the revelation about her best friend’s insecurity.
>Head resting in your hands, you run them through your hair, exhaling loudly and glance at Twilight.
>She’s staring at nothing in particular, breathing through her mouth.
“Twilight?”
>You try to wave her down, but she doesn’t register your presence.
“Twilight, are you alright?”
>Still nothing.
>You sit in silence, waiting for some kind of reaction.
“Look, sorry I yelled at-”
>”No.”
>She finally speaks, blinking her eyes and looking around the room.
>”No, don’t be sorry. You’re right. There’s nothing I could have done to prevent this. So the only thing left to do is fix it, right?”
>She finally looks to you.
>You give her a small smile.
“Yeah.”
>She smiles back.
>It looks a little sad, but at least she’s not crying her eyes out anymore or blaming herself.
>You hope she’s not blaming herself, anyway.
>You clear your throat and begin your next topic.
>Lyra.
"So yeah, Lyra's advancing, I think. A hell of a lot faster than we anticipated."
>"What makes you say that?"
"She said she had a strange feeling this morning. Almost like something wasn't right or wasn't supposed to be there."
>You try to recall what she'd said exactly.
"She said it was like she had to use the bathroom."
>"Urination or excretion? "
"What?"
>Twilight rolls her eyes and starts talking like a child.
>"Did she have to pee pee, or poo poo?"
>You face is the epitome of indifference.
"I know what the words mean, Twilight. I just don't know how its relevant."
>"Just pieces to the puzzle. So, what else was there?"
>Hmmm.
"That's it, really. Other than the odd healing thing, that's about it."
>You both sit and contemplate for a while when something pops into your head.
"Oh! There is something else."
>She arches an eyebrow.
"I kinda want to do something special for Lyra. Something that will put her in good spirits again. She's pretty upset about not being able to get out if the house, so I was wondering if there was anything you knew of to help her out."
>"Well, that wouldn't be too hard. We can talk details later. First, I'd like to check on the progress if Lyra's self-healing, but..."
"...But what?”
>”I, uh-”
>Twilight coughs.
>”I can’t leave the castle.”
>...
“What? Why not?! It’s your fucking castle!”
>”I know, I know! But I have a duty to uphold as a princess. I can’t just go out on crazy adventures like I used to anymore. I...I have to stay here. It was a huge mistake when I first left. I can’t do that again...”
>Not what you were expecting.
“C’mon, Twilight! Isn’t there a form you can fill out or some bullshit like that to allow you to leave?”
>”No, not really.”
“Then make some! You’re a goddamned princess!”
>”I KNOW I’M A PRINCESS!”
>Sheesh…
>Must have struck a chord there.
>Note to self: lay off the princess-stuff around Twilight.
“Can’t you just, I don’t know, teleport over there real quick and check on her and jump right back?”
>”The scan will take longer than a few minutes. I can’t risk it.”
>The two of you have started pacing the floor, you mainly following her around the room.
“Well...Can’t you teleport her over here?”
>”Teleportation is messy stuff, Anonymous. Besides, her body is odd enough as it is. It may reject some of my magic.”
“It didn’t reject it when you were levitating her in my living room!”
>She spins around and advances on you without warning.
>”DAMMIT ANONYMOUS! Just believe me, okay?! Can you do that for me?! I’m not making up excuses! If her body counters so much as a micro-fraction of my magic during the teleport it could kill her or mangle her severely! It’s hard enough to teleport myself long distances. Trying it with something I can’t even see is asking too much, especially when it’s the life of another living being in the balance!”
>You have your hands up in surrender.
“Okay! Okay! I get it! It can’t be done! Let’s just chill out for a minute, hm? Cool down and think of something else, maybe?”
>She huffs and storms back to pillow, plopping down roughly on it.
>You would comment on how her ass rippled and bounced and she stomped off and threw herself on the pillow but…
>Eh, what the hell.
>If you had a clip of that in slow motion, you’d have fap fuel for weeks.
>Shit.
>Boner is at half-chub.
>You quietly get back to your chair.
>You take a deep breath…
>...and you smell something.
>Lavender and...oak, perhaps?
>...
>You look over to Twilight.
>Her tail is whipping against the ground every so often.
>Fuck.
>How did you not see this?
“Twilight…”
>She doesn’t look at you.
“...Are you in heat?”
>She doesn’t turn to acknowledge you, but you see her head bob up and down.
“Did you-”
>”No, I didn’t do it to myself...this one’s real. Which is one reason why I can’t leave the castle. But it’s also why I’ve been so grouchy lately...Sorry, by the way.”
“No, no. It’s fine, I get it. I’ve seen my fair share of mares in heat. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.”
>The two of you sit in the quiet room, taking in what silence it has to offer, the only sound being Twilight’s tail flipping against the floor.
>...
“Do you need me to leave? Am I making you uncomfortable?”
>”...I won’t lie. I’m using all of my willpower to stop me from pinning you down and rutting you.”
>You immediately stand up from your chair.
“And that would be my cue to leave.”
>”I’m sorry, Anonymous. I put myself in heat so often I’d forgotten my own biological schedule. Heh heh.”
>She clears her throat after her terrible joke.
>”Right. At any rate, helping Lyra should wait until after my estrus period. I wouldn’t want to risk losing focus or any other kind of distraction if I was in the middle of a vulnerable spell.”
>DAMMIT.
>le sigh
“Okay then. About how long does this last?”
>”I usually last about six days.”
“SIX DAYS?! That’s nearly a whole week! What the hell are we supposed to do about Lyra? I just told you that she was getting worse!”
>”I really don’t think it’s something you should worry about just yet. As long as you keep yourselves from any prolonged intimate situations, you should be fine.”
>Intimate situations.
>You notice that your dick hasn’t softened at all.
>You grumble to yourself.
>This is not what you came all the way out here for.
>You came out here to get help for Lyra.
“Can’t you just…”
>You dare to bring up the sore subject again.
“...get Dash to help you out?”
>Twilight doesn’t bat an eye.
>”It doesn’t end it any sooner, honestly. It just helps curb some of the crazy.”
>Damn.
“So… Six days, then?”
>”Yeah. Six days.”
>You stand around and pat your hands against your sides, looking around the room.
>Twilight’s arousal has permeated the air in the entire room, it seems.
>And it’s driving you wild.
>You avoid eye contact with Twilight as best you can as you struggle to force yourself towards the door.
>Dammit, your chub is now nearly full mast, making things a little uncomfortable in your pants.
>You turn to make sure Twilight doesn’t notice it.
>”Anon?”
>Her voice is like silk to you now.
>You noticed that you’re breathing a little heavier.
>Why are you breathing so hard?
“Y-yeah?”
>You don’t dare turn around.
>”I-I’m...I’m t-trying so hard…”
>You turn your head for a quick glance, but end up staring at the sight before you.
>Twilight is facing you, but she has assumed the position.
>Face down, ass up.
>IWTCITS
>Jesus fucking christ.
>The curves you bare witness to would make any horsefucker weep.
>Her eyes are half-lidded, pupils dilated, nearly covering any sign of the passionate violet that lurks behind them.
>”Y-You should leave.”
>Your eyes trail upwards to her ass, where you see her tail rise up and shift over to the side.
>...
>You are a man.
>And a lot is going through your man mind right now.
>One such thought being that you have been wanting to get your hands on this piece of plot for a couple years now.
>The other being that you are somewhat committed to Lyra.
>You turn towards Twilight, making your way over to her.
>”W-wha-”
>You stop in front of her and crouch down, putting a finger against her lips.
“Shhh.”
>You pet her mane, running your hand along her neck slowly.
“I think you could use a little bit of crazy right now.”
>You make your way around her, inspecting every inch of her body.
>The way her chest meets the floor, resting slightly on it.
>Her fore-hooves stretched out as far in front of her as possible.
>Her mane, slightly damp from the sweat building up on her neck.
>Her back, creating a perfect logarithmic curve up to her delicious starburst (the shape, not the candy) covered flanks.
>You can see them rippling slightly as she trembles trying to combat her lust.
>You finally step behind and are greeted to the sight you’ve been yearning for.
>Oh.
>Twilight looks a little more ‘used’ than you would have imagined.
>Apparently she’s been getting attention from someone.
>Her tiny little ponut sits proudly above what is probably the most inviting marehood you’ve ever had the grace to behold.
>She is winking madly, clit already getting a breath of fresh air.
>A thin line of transparent fluid is traced from her nethers to the floor, pooling between her legs.
>Holy fuck is she ready.
>You crouch behind her, and place a hand on each sweet, trembling cheek, grasping just slightly.
>Twilight gasps out loud.
>”W-w-what are you doing?!”
>She turns her head to you but doesn’t dare move away from your touch.
“Twilight...You are one scary mare, you know that?”
>You start to churn her rear, stretching, pulling, smushing, gripping, over and over.
>She lets out a low moan.
>There is no holding back for this mare, it seems.
>”What do you mean, ‘scary’?”
>Her voice is nothing but loud whispers as she breathes every word.
“No mare should have this kind of power over any living creature.”
>You give her a hard grasp, her ample bottom pushing between your fingers slightly.
>It’s more than you could have ever dreamed of.
>”Haaah!”
“But you’ve completely captivated me somehow.”
>You spread her open with her flanks, gripping even tighter, and you have a clear view of her pink valley.
>”Ahh!”
>A small squirt of fluid jumps out of her, landing on your chest.
>”W-w-what ab-bout Lyra? I th-thought you loved her?”
“I do, and that’s why I’m doing this.”
>You release half of the heavenly plot and graze your hand over her lips from bottom to top.
>She stiffens and squeaks.
>”I don’t underst-stand.”
“Let me make it simple then.”
>You take a finger and press it lightly between her lips, and they hungrily try to pull you inside.
>Twilight moves her rump back and forth a bit, flicking your finger across the edges of her labia.
“I love Lyra. That’s something that won’t change. But you have been a constant distraction.”
>You push your finger in to the first knuckle, squeezing her rump with your other hand.
>Twilight hisses through her teeth and bounces her hind legs.
“And I’ve feared that it would get in the way and ruin what I have with her.”
>You push in another knuckle, flexing your finger slightly.
>Twilight is starting to push herself into you, trying to get more of your finger, but you move in tandem and keep yourself at a fixed distance.
>She moans loudly.
>Zero fucks given, this mare.
“So I figure that I need to get this out of my system before I make a mistake down the road.”
>Full tilt.
>You push in the rest of your finger, your palm cupping her entire marehood.
>She shudders hard.
“And I have a hunch that you’re in the same boat.”
>You release her flank and grab the dock of her tail, tugging hard and flexing your finger against her inner walls.
>”Goddess, YES! Please, pleasepleasepleaseplease don’t stop!”
>Twilight may have looked a bit loose, but now that your finger is inside she is showing some serious grip strength.
>The pressure your finger is under is intense.
>You struggle to pull it out a little to get some movement going.
>A relieving feeling goes through your finger.
>Holy shit.
>She just popped your knuckle.
>Now that’s fucking impressive.
>And a bit terrifying at the same time.
>No time to hold back now, though.
>You release her dock and place a hand back to her ass, pressing against it lightly to give you some leverage to get some good movement.
>Your finger slides out with much resistance.
“Shit, Sparkle! Back off the grip or something!”
>”Ahhn! I-I’m sorry!”
>You feel the tension slack up considerably.
>Perfect.
>You start slow, a nice even pace that you both can enjoy.
>Don’t want to cramp your arm up too fast.
>She is rocking her hips in time with you, moaning softly every now and then.
>You can feel small spasms clench against your finger as you flex against her in different areas.
>Time to shake things up a bit.
>You push her over on her back and she yelps out loud.
>Your finger never leaves her.
>Hind legs spread.
>Forelegs tucked close together under her chin.
>Mane spread out over the floor behind her
>Face flushed.
>Eyes wide, staring up at you.
>She’s completely absorbed by lust.
>You, on the other hand, are still cognizant of your actions.
>You have no intention of taking this all the way.
>Twilight has so far shown that she is absolutely irresistible.
>You can’t chance getting hooked on this mare’s pussy.
>you made a promise, and you intend to keep it.
>You start back at a bit faster pace.
>”W-Wait!”
>You halt your actions.
“What’s wrong?”
>”This...this isn’t right.”
“You’re having doubts now?”
>”Goddess, no. It’s just…”
>She rubs her fore-hooves together.
>”...we shouldn’t be looking at each other.”
>What?
“What?”
>”This is just s-something mutually beneficial, r-right?”
“Yeah?”
>”Then please…”
>She turns her head away from you.
>”...don’t make this personal.”
>...
>That’s pretty virtuous, coming from the mare that nearly forced herself onto you just a couple days ago.
>But at least she’s on the same page somewhat.
>You hang your head down, focusing on the business of your engagement.
“You got it, princess. Just so you know, though, this is as far as I’m willing to go. Got that?”
>The statement was made to appeal to Twilight’s sanity in an attempt to sway her to NOT strip you down and force you onto her.
>A mare in heat will do some rash things, that’s for sure.
>A friendly reminder that you were both friends and not some fuck toy never hurt.
>Twilight laughs dreamily.
>You feel her clench slightly against your finger with every breath.
>”Trust me. I am waaaay more than okay with your current performance. I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s so...extraordinary.”
>That puts a little smirk on your face.
>You double your efforts from earlier, thrusting your hand into her roughly.
>You remember Rainbow’s advice about Twilight, and you apply it in full force.
>Twilight is writhing on the floor, squeaking and gasping at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
>With no warning, you insert a second finger.
>She goes wild at this as you scrape along the edges, splitting them apart inside of her.
>Her tail is flicking back and forth under her, brushing against your legs, fanning her natural scent over you.
>There’s no holding back now.
>You thrust as hard and fast as your arm can.
>Twilight has basically dissolved into a near constant low scream at your relentless attack on her pussy.
>You take a glance at her face.
>Eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out, even a little drool.
>Oh yeah.
>She’s into it.
>You take your other hand and decide to give some attention to her clit.
>You trace your index finger around it while you pound her with your other hand.
>Her screams have gotten much louder.
>You really hope this room is sound proof or something.
>Somebody is bound to mistake these noises for murder.
>The pressure inside of her has gotten to ridiculous levels again, squeezing your fingers together intensely.
>She must be getting close if she can’t control it.
>You use the last of your strength and fingerblast the shit out of her, shaking her entire rear end.
>As a cherry on top, you give her clit a nice pinch.
>Time seemed to slow down as an ear-shattering scream ripped its way from Twilight’s throat.
>You swear your vision blurred.
>Your upper body is suddenly blasted with Twilight’s mare juice, soaking your shirt.
>Jesus Christ, it’s like someone threw a water ballo-
>A second blast of her orgasm sprays over you.
>Make that two water balloons.
>Jesus Christ, Rainbow wasn’t kidding.
>Her climaxes are the stuff of legend.
>Never before had you seen such a violent and potent maregasm.
>Twilight’s entire body is convulsing.
>It’s a little unsettling, but it evens out soon enough.
>Her chest heaves as she tries to supply herself with enough oxygen.
>The force of her orgasm has removed your fingers from her, and you sit on your knees, clothes and face dripping with her essence.
>Time has evened out now and you are left with the sounds of both of your labored breathing.
>You arm is on fire from the exertion.
>Neither of you make a move.
>It was a few minutes before Twilight spoke up first.
>”That…”
“...was insane.”
>She chuckles a little.
>”Yes, yes it was.”
>You both sit in each other’s company until Twilight rights herself on the floor and heads back to her pillow to lie down, legs tucked underneath.
>”Anonymous…”
>You look towards her.
>Tears are already dripping from her chin.
>”I can’t tell you how much that meant to me.”
>She wipes her muzzle with a foreleg.
>”E-even if we didn’t g-go all the way, I’m still happy that I got to experience you. So...Thank you. For helping me.”
>Well.
>Isn’t that something?
>You give her a weak smile.
“I second that. To be honest, though, you’re almost too tight. I’d be scared to get my dick anywhere near you with that kind of force.”
>She blushes furiously.
>”I uh, practice a lot in my spare time...when I’m reading.”
>You hear a loud thud against the window, and you both turn just in time to see a rainbow trail dissipate.
>You both turn towards each other, locking eyes.
>Fuck.
>You’ve fucked up.
“Twilight, you have to go after her, now.”
>”Anon, I told you I can’t leave the castle! Besides, I can’t really trust my legs right now, thanks to you.”
>Dammit.
>Rainbow needs to talk to Twilight right now. No telling what she’s doing out there.
“If you value your friend, you’ll go after her. Princess duty or post-orgasm set aside. You HAVE to go to her.”
>Twilight furrows her brow in thought, glancing back and forth around the room.
>You wait impatiently.
“What the hell is there to think about?! Just GO!”
>”I’m trying to think of where she would go! I don’t want to be out there running blind!”
>Ah. Good point.
>Twilight starts to stand, her rear legs trembling slightly.
>”Ugh...This is going to be fun. Well, I think it’s time we got cleaned up.”
>Wait.
>She doesn’t mean a sho-
>Your vision is suddenly tinted purple as Twilight’s magic envelopes your entire body.
>Within seconds, your clothes are dry, the smell is gone, and you feel completely refreshed, arm no longer cramping up.
>The glow dissipates, and you are left with Twilight smiling at you.
>”All better!”
>Magic.
>She starts towards the window where Dash was spotted.
>”I can still sense a small trace of her flight, so figuring out where she went shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Great. I’ll come with-”
>”No. It’ll be hard to follow her trail alone. No offense, but you’d just slow me down.”
>Makes sense.
“So what am I supposed to do?”
>”Go home. Take care of Lyra. I’ll handle this. It’s just a huge misunderstanding, anyway.”
>You have a stern look on your face as you turn back to exit the room.
>”Anon?”
>You stop, looking over your shoulder to Twilight.
>”Thanks, again. For liking me, and for sharing this time with me. You didn’t have to.”
“Mutually beneficial, remember?”
>Twilight smiles.
>”Yeah.”
>She suddenly frowns again.
>Dammit! Just stay happy! PLEASE!
>”Do you really think...we’re better off having done this?”
“Better than having sexual tension build up between us for years? Yeah, I honestly do.”
>She seems to mull over this a little before her frown becomes a thin line of determination.
>”Right. Well, I’m off to find Dash. This trail is getting weaker by the second.”
“Good luck, Twilight.”
>”Thanks. Take care. I’ll be in touch about Lyra”
>And with that, she opened the window and flew out into the blue sky.
>...
>Leaving you standing in her bedroom.
>Alone.
>Where you just fingerfucked the shit out of her.
>And where you are painfully aware of your expanded dong, having not had any release.
“Dammit.”
>Can’t exactly walk out of here with this waving around.
>You search around her quarters and find that a bathroom is conveniently available.
>You step inside, locking the door behind you, whip your meat out, and get straight to business.
>Fap fuel is higher than ever before.
>You mind plays back clips from moments ago.
>The feel of Twilight’s soft coat against your hands as you rubbed her thighs.
>The pleasant squish of flesh between your fingers as you dug your hands in.
>You’re envisioning Twilight on her back, two fingers deep inside of her.
>Your mind’s eye glances to her face…
>...only to see Lyra’s staring back at you, her face a pure expression of lust.
>Those golden eyes taking you over entirely.
>Your dick twitches in your hand, breaking the image.
>You’re close, and you start hammering away.
>You swear you could almost hear her moan your name before the image went away.
>You turn your focus back to your imagination.
>Lyra is bent over, ass up in the air, tail raised and off to the side, her bits on display for the world to see.
>For you to see.
>Her eyes are smoldering, body drowning in her lust.
>She winks, and you see a small trail of her essence start down her inner thigh.
>Her mouth moves.
>”Anon.”
>That did it.
>You are abruptly brought back to reality as you hunch over, letting out an unrestrained grunt as you plow through an intense orgasm, blowing your load at the toilet.
>Aim isn’t your biggest concern.
>Four thick ropes of cum jettison from your pride as it twitches in your hulk-like grip, landing anywhere but in the bowl of the toilet.
>Your heart is racing and you can already feel sweat clinging to the back or your neck.
>Fuck, that was great.
>You slowly squeeze the rest of your load directly into the bowl as you catch your breath.
>Always the gentleman, you grab some tissues and clean up your mess, flushing the evidence down the drain.
>You leave the bathroom, feeling more refreshed than from Twilight’s little cleaning spell she cast.
>After a quick stretch, your manhood has nearly returned to it’s dormant state and you take your leave.
>...
>Except you didn’t pay attention when Twilight led you to get here.
“Goddammit!”
>You start to wander around aimlessly.
>Your casual wandering becomes a quick walk.
>Yous quick walk becomes a concerned jog.
>Your concerned jog turns into a full-blow where-the-fuck-am-I sprint to the finish.
>But you don’t know where the finish is.
>After running up and down stairs, turning more corners than you care to count, you reach the throne room.
>A couple stories above it, actually.
“Fuck!”
>This gives you somewhat a sense of direction as you race through the halls.
>Where the hell are all of the castle staff members anyway?
>Didn’t Twilight say she had a couple guards?
>Are those the ONLY guards she has?
>Just as you’re about to turn another corner, you catch a door opening in your peripheral vision.
>Your shin collides with something as you hear a yelp and you fall flat on your face.
>”Jeeze! Where’s the fire, Anonymous?”
>Spike.
>Of course you’d run into him.
“Sorry, turd. I’m kinda lost.”
>”Hey!”
>You reach and pat him on the head.
“Eh, you know I just like to give you a hard time.”
>Need to be nice to him. He might be your only chance out of here.
>”Oh, I know it, alright.”
>He shoves your hand away.
“Look. I just need to know how to get out of here, kid. Then I’ll be out of your hair, er, scales. Whatever.”
>”Yeah, yeah. I’ll show you out.”
>You both start down the hall.
>The walk is quiet.
>There really wasn’t much to say.
>”Hey.”
“Hm?”
>Spike is rubbing his claws together.
>”Earlier, when you said Twilight was…was hot… Did you mean that?”
>What kind of question is that?
“Yeah, I meant it. Why?”
>”N-no reason.”
>You’re both traveling down some stairs.
>”I guess I kinda noticed it, too.”
“Noticed what?”
>”That’s she’s pretty.”
>NOPE.
>NOT GETTING INTO THIS ONE.
>You’ve got enough on your plate.
>Don’t have time for some half-sibling or foster-mother/son incestuous bullshit.
>And you definitely don’t have time for a dragon going through puberty.
“That’s cool, kid. So, about how far are we from the entrance?”
>”I mean, it only started recently. I’ll just watch her work around the castle, and I can’t stop looking at her.”
>You don’t need to hear this.
>You’re both going down a large hallway.
“It can’t be that much further, can it?”
>”I get this weird feeling in my stomach whenever she looks at me. And sometimes, whenever I’m in my room alone, I’ll think about her. I’ll even rub my peni-”
“HEY IT’S THE THRONE ROOM! Well, Spike, I can find my way from here. You take care, buddy!”
>Your feet carry you away from that uncomfortable situation as fast as possible.
>You make it outside and stop to catch your breath.
>This place is messed up.
>Maybe there’s something in the water.
>You don’t ponder over it long before you head back towards your house.
>----------------------------------------------
>You are Spike, and you are watching Anon head towards town with a smug grin slapped on your face.
“Dumbass. As if I’d actually jack off to Twilight. She’s practically my sister!”
>You head to the kitchen area and fill your arms with as much ice cream as you can.
>Time to load up on this shit and fap to your secret stash.
>Twilight may not appeal to you, but that doesn’t mean the rest of her friends don’t.
>All you can say is that you miss the slumber parties.
>The library was so small, and you could hear everything.
>*sigh*
>...
“This castle blows.”
>----------------------------------------------
>The walk home was uneventful, yet again.
>You stopped and picked up a few things for food while you were out, though.
>Hand sex wears you out.
>You make it back to your place and walk right through the front door.
“Lyra? I’m back. Sorry it took me so long.”
>You put your purchases from the market away in the kitchen.
>It shortly dons on you that Lyra hasn’t answered.
>You peek you head out into the hall.
“Lyra?”
>It also dons on you that you didn’t unlock your door when you came it.
>It was already unlocked.
>You scramble, running through your house, searching in every room.
“Lyra?!”
>Not in your bedroom.
>Not in the spare bedroom.
>Not in the bathroom.
>Not in the kitchen.
>Not in the living room.
>Not in your house.
>You bolt outside, front door slamming against the wall in your house.
“LYRA?!”
>Yelling her name at the top of your lungs probably isn’t the best idea considering she’s been missing for a month or so.
>But it’s all you can do.
>You run around the front of your house, looking in every direction frantically.
>There’s not a single trace of her at all.
>Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT.
>Your pulse is through the roof now.
>What if someone took her?
>She can’t talk, so she can’t explain to them what’s happening.
>What if Celestia get wind of what’s going on here?
>She doesn’t know about the healing thing!
>She could have just put Lyra out of her misery!
>What if someone else did?!
>Shit shit shit shit shit!
>You run to the back of your house.
>It’s mostly open fields here with a few farms set behind you, but you can just barely make them out against the horizon.
>There’s no sign of her.
>Tears are welling up already.
>Your knuckles are white from clenching.
>Your start to feel your body jolt every now and then, resisting the urge to break down.
>It’s too much, though, and you fall to your knees.
“LYYYRAAA!!”
>”Yeah?”
>The force of your head whipping around counters the rotation of the planet by a small degree.
>And there she is.
>Gaping chest cavity, robotic head and all.
>For some reason, you expected her to be back to normal.
>She slowly trots over to you.
>”I-I’m sorry. I just wanted to step outside for a minute. I promise I wasn’t going to be out long!”
>The shock of nearly losing her and suddenly getting her back is wearing off fast, anger and concern taking its place.
“Why would you do that, Lyra?! I explicitly told you to stay inside the house!”
>B-but it was fine! Nop0ny saw me!”
“That’s not the point!”
>You’re back on your feet, towering over her.
>You didn’t like using your height for intimidation, but it certainly helped when you needed it.
“You are WAY. TOO. VULNERABLE. What would have happened if you fell on your stomach out here in the grass? It was bad enough when you fell in the house, but out here? With all this dirt and grass and shit? And you didn’t know how long I was going to be gone for! I ended up taking longer than I said I would have anyway! What if I didn’t make it back until the middle of the night?!”
>”I’M NOT AN INJURED ANIMAL, ANONYMOUS!”
>Lyra has widened herself in an aggressive stance.
>You flinch back.
>”You keep treating me like I’m some helpless animal that can’t take care of itself! And I hate it!”
>The microwaves are all over the place.
>She’s having a hard time keeping herself steady, so she widens her legs a bit more.
>And cue the weird breathing again.
>”I hate it, Anon. I’m not an animal. I’m a p0ny. I know that might be hard for you to understand since you said you had ponies where you came from, but I’m not one of them.”
>You slouch and soften your stance, head hung and looking at nothing in particular.
“I’m just...so damn worried about you.”
>Your voice hitches momentarily.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lyra reposition herself, the microwaves dying down slowly.
“Do you remember the first thing you said to me when you came to my door?”
>You glance up to see if she remembers.
>Of course, not having a face makes it pretty tough to figure that out.
>She eventually lowers her head slightly, staring at the grass.
“You asked me to kill you.”
>Her head slowly bobs up and down.
“Lyra...I never want to hear you utter those words ever again. I don’t even want the thought to cross your mind. If I had my way, you’d come out of this better than you were before, and I want to make sure you’ve got every chance to get to that point.”
>You both stand a ways apart from each other, neither of you moving.
>The sound of birds and the grass swaying in the distance occupy your time.
>Slowly, Lyra approaches you, her head still hung.
>She rubs her head against the side of your leg, then places her shoulder against it, letting some of her weight shift to you.
>You reach down and rub her bony back, her coat still as lustrous as before.
>”...Thanks.”
“I’ll do my best to watch how I care for you.”
>She turn her head upwards, looking straight at you.
>You know what she’s expecting.
>You squat down and cup the back of her makeshift head in your hand, kissing her on the top of her lens.
>Her tail swishes to and fro slowly, rocking her body against yours.
>That coupled with the now harmonious sound of her ‘lungs’ evened out to nearly the same soothing pitch had brought a smile to your face.
>It’s here that you come across a realization.
>Even if Lyra can never be fixed and is forced to stay in her current state, you’re alright with that.
>You will make sure she gets the life and happiness she deserves.
“Well, since we’re already out here, why don’t we stick around for a while?”
>She jumps up and puts her forehooves on your chest, pushing against you.
>”Really?!”
>You smile and pat her back.
“Yup. I’ll go get a blanket to sit on. You stay back here so no one can see you from the road, alright?”
>She happily nods her head and starts galloping in little circles.
>Dammit, she’s too fucking adorable.
>You head back inside your house and grab the blanket off the couch.
>God.
>It looks almost like you used it to clean up a murder scene.
>Hell, the whole couch looks like a murder scene.
>Really gotta do something about that.
>You’d hate to shell out the cash to get a new one.
>Maybe you can get it reupholstered?
>It’s not important.
>You figure this will be the surprise for Lyra.
>That little something to make her day.
>Before you can reach the door, your stomach growls at you.
>Haven’t eaten all day except for those apples you had on the way to Twilight’s.
>You fix yourself a generously portioned salad before you head outside.
>Bowl and blanket in hand, you make it around the side of your house and see Lyra sitting on the ground, staring into the fields.
“Sorry about that. Got a little hungry.”
>She turns her head and sees that you have the blanket.
>She also sees what’s all over the blanket.
>”Sorry about your blanket…and your couch.”
“Eh, it’s just a couch.”
>What has happened to you?
>That couch used to be the pride of your domain.
>You’ve slain many a horny mare on that couch.
>Lyra has certainly influenced you.
>After all, this feels like the first real shot at a lasting relationship.
>...
>Listen to you.
>Already talking like you’re gonna cut up your gigolo license and throw in the towel.
>But…
>You have to admit, it does feel pretty great knowing that Lyra will be here.
>Plus her hand fetish is pretty hot.
>You lay the blanket out, Lyra helping out the best she can with her hooves.
>You can tell she’s still awkward when trying to do things since she doesn’t have magic.
>With the blanket set, you plop down on it with your bowl filled with overflowing salad sitting in your lap.
>Lyra sits by you and leans over, resting her shoulder against your own.
>You lean on her as well, both supporting one another.
>You’re chowing down on some salad when Lyra speaks up.
>”Anon…”
“Hm?”
>You can’t speak on account of a mouthful of delicious, cold, crisp vegetables.
>”I wanted to thank you for, well, letting me sit out here.”
“Mm.”
>You quickly try to swallow your food, but you end up coughing in your rush.
>”You okay?”
>You chuckle, nodding.
>You take a deep breath.
>Hold it…
>And exhale.
>The cough has subsided.
“Jeeze! Heh. Well, you don’t have to thank me. You’re the one who’s right.”
>Lyra cocks her head to the side.
>You suffer a miniature HNNG attack.
“You can take care of yourself. I don’t have to baby you. So, you can come out here whenever you feel like it. Just be mindful of the time of day. And all I ask is that you stay behind the house. For your sake.”
>She nods her head and you go back to eating.
>...
>...
>...
>It’s been a couple hours since you finished your salad.
>You’ve both been regaling each other with stories of your past.
>These were the conversations you wish you could have had back when you would run into each other at the market.
>You told her about your time working at a gas station, all of the crazy people you’d see and what they would try to get away with.
>You also had to explain what a gas station even was since everything here is magic powered or something of the sort.
>She told you about her time at college in Canterlot, majoring in classical music composition.
>There was another mare she’d met while there named Octavia, who majored in orchestration.
>She went on and on about the nights they would stay up writing pieces together, just for the fun of it.
>You expressed how much you’d love to hear her play someday.
>She promised you as soon as she was all better, that’d be the first thing she does.
>You talked about your living conditions, a studio apartment that barely met what was socially acceptable as a home.
>Mattress, TV, laptop.
>Oh, and a small herb garden you kept in the window.
>You ate off of paper plates and plasticware and drank from solo cups.
>Your clothes were folded in a clean pile and thrown about in a dirty pile.
>And that was it.
>She asked about the TV and laptop, but you didn’t want to get into all of that.
>That’s a topic for later. Plus, you’d already discussed it once with Twilight.
>Once was enough.
>She told you about when she’d moved to Ponyville.
>Turns out it was actually over a bad breakup with an old coltfriend of hers.
>She didn’t get into the specifics.
>It was on her first day here she ran into Bon Bon.
>They ended up running into each other more and more frequently.
>Lyra ended up applying for a job at a sweets shop, and it turned out that Bon Bon was the head confectioner there, so they became good friends.
>Times hit Lyra hard, though, and she couldn’t afford the townhome she had been renting since she’d arrived.
>Her loans for school were catching up to her, and it was forcing her to sacrifice sustenance.
>Bon Bon had gotten wind of her situation and offered, no, forced her to move in with her, charging her only a third of the rent.
>Damn.
>And here you just lied to Bon Bon’s face.
>She must really care about her.
>”So…what happened over at Twilight’s? I thought you were bringing her back here.”
>Shit.
>Play it cool.
>No one has to know about the dirty deed between the two of you.
“We talked about stuff. Got some things off our chests. Discussed you.”
>Smooth.
>”Oh… Did you mention Rainbow Dash at all?”
“Yeah, I did.”
>”How’d she take it?”
“Quite well, actually. I thought that there would be this huge thing between the two of them, but it turns out that it’s just Dash overthinking things.”
>Of course, there was a lot more to it than that, and it still is a huge thing between them, but Lyra doesn’t need to hear it.
>She’s got enough on her plate.
>”Well, that’s good. I figured Twilight would have been more upset with Rainbow hurting you.”
“You’re telling me. Although, I didn’t really leave Dash in the best of condition either, so we’re both kind of at fault.”
>”You hurt Rainbow Dash, too?!”
“Self defense! It was in self defense! You saw how I ended up!”
>Lyra shuffles her hooves a little, bumping against you.
>”Okay, Anon. If you say so.”
>You both quietly, watching the sky shift from blue to orange.
>She starts the conversation back up.
>“So, what did you and Twilight come up with about me and that weird feeling I was having?”
“Eh, Twilight left in a bit of a hurry. Had to take care of some personal matters, but she told me that we shouldn’t worry about it. She’ll be back when she can to do a proper scan on you.”
>”Mm.”
>That got you thinking though…
>How are Twilight and Dash right now?
>Did she ever find her?
>Are they fighting?
>Are they fucking?
>It kind of worries you that you haven’t heard back from her for so long, but then again, she did say it was between them.
>You’re sure it’ll work out.
>Twilight’s on the case.
>The Princess of Friendship herself.
>Fixing a friendship problem.
>If there’s anyone more qualified to sort out this mess, it’s that mare.
>Lyra suddenly gasps beside you.
>”The sunset! Look, Anon, look!”
>Sure enough, the sun was setting.
>You turn to look at Lyra, and she does the same.
>You swear you could see her beaming at you
>A smile is your response.
“Enjoying yourself?”
>With as quickly as she’s bobbing her head at you, you’re afraid that it’ll fall off.
>She quickly turns back to the horizon.
>You view, however, doesn’t change.
>You continue to stare at the hardened grey mass that has replaced Lyra’s head.
>You can almost make out the small clicks of relays coming from it as she sits and admires the sunset.
>You reflect on your encounter with Lyra.
>A lot has happened over the course of a few days.
>She showed up on your doorstep, begging for death.
>You brought her in and gave her hope.
>But she also gave you something as well...
>A goal: to see her smile again.
>You’ve definitely become quite the white knight.
>Any other day if a mare stopped on your doorstep and begged for death, you’d call her nuts and slam the door in her face.
>Granted, Lyra’s case is...unique.
>It makes you wonder just what she sees in you.
“Hey.”
>”Yeah?”
>She doesn’t turn her head, still transfixed by the burning horizon.
“So...Why me?”
>”Hm?”
“Why me? Out of all the stallions from here to Canterlot, why did you pick me? I’m not even the same species!”
>She bows her head in thought.
>”I...well, I won’t lie, but a lot of it was physical attraction at first. The allure of ‘getting a taste of the unknown’ as Bon Bon would say.”
“That’s...well, to be honest, I kind of expected that. A lot of my previous, uh, ‘encounters’ road on that notion alone.”
>She nods her head, then slowly lifts it back up to the sunset.
>You’ve turned your head to watch as well.
>The sight, while you’ve seen it many times, is always breathtaking.
>The thought that a creature--no, a literal goddess--is moving the sun has always spurred the wonder of magic inside of you, and it really hammers home just how alien this place truly is.
>”But I could tell that you were more than that, Anonymous. I could see it in your eyes. In your posture. And just the way you carried yourself.”
“So, you’ve been watching me for some time now, haven’t you?”
>You both chuckle lightly.
>”I’m ashamed to say so, but yes, I have been. N-nothing creepy, though!”
>You reach your arm around her back and squeeze her side against you, giving her a playful shake, laughing as you do.
“Of course not! You’re far too innocent for that.”
>Her head lowers quickly. You’re sure she’d be blushing if she was able to.
>It is too much fun to rustle this mare’s jimmies.
>”I-I’m not, really. But I would never do something like that!”
“Relax, Lyra. I’m only teasing.”
>Instead of releasing her, you rest your hand on her shoulder.
“So, what did you see in me other than my seductive charm?”
>She giggles and looks back to the sunset.
>”I saw that you were lost, but were willing to give this place a chance. I saw that you were selfish with your desires, but you always wanted something more than face value. I saw that you were cruel and sometimes very rude, but under that mask you had your heart in the right place.”
>You sit there and let these revelations sink in.
>Lyra’s got some mad game right now, totally winning you over.
>And to think, she hasn’t even sucked your cock yet.
>You can’t stop smiling.
>”Oh, and from our little ‘accidental’ run ins in the market...I could totally see that you were into me.”
>This mare is good.
“You are one sly devil, you know that?”
>You rest more weight against her as you sigh, and she does the same.
“So, if you knew I was into you, why didn’t you make a move?”
>”Mare’s aren’t supposed to make the first move, silly! Besides, I wanted to be different from those other mares you saw. I wanted you to work for me...But that kind of backfired.”
“Yeah, it did…”
>The sky is lit with the most spectacular array of colors as the sun finally slips behind the hills and mountains in the distance.
>”...Thanks, Anon.”
“Hm? For what?”
>”For working for me. I guess my plan never really backfired at it. It was just...delayed.”
>Her lens meets your eyes.
>And you curse your luck.
>This would have been the perfect moment for the two of you to start a memorable make-out session.
>You settle for a small peck on the side of the cylinder on her head.
>She turns her head back to the quickly approaching night sky.
>You both take in the subtle shift from day to night.
>By the time Lyra speaks again, the moon has already started its course into the sky.
>”Anon…”
>She sounds nervous.
>”...b-back in the shower...w-we could go an-”
“No.”
>She nearly takes your head off with the speed of her head shifting.
>”W-wha-”
“Trust me, it’s not because I don’t want to. It’s for your own safety, Lyra. There’s some clear connection between when we become intimate and when you experience severe pain or even injuries. We have to keep it low-key for now.”
>She whimpers slightly and goes back to lying her head on your shoulder, much harder now.
>Damn, she must be frustrated.
>To be honest, you are too.
>You haven’t gotten your dick wet in some time, and you’d love to finish what you started in the shower.
>One by one, the stars make their appearance.
>Lune must be hard at work, creating her masterpiece.
>You wonder if she’s actually working at it, though.
>I mean, she could just be spitting these things all over the place randomly, and I don’t think anyone would notice.
>As the stars place themselves in the eternal black of the night, you spot a familiar shape.
>A lyre.
>At least, you’re pretty certain it’s a lyre.
>You whisper next to Lyra’s head.
“Lyra, look!”
>There’s no response.
>A quick check, and sure enough, she’s out cold.
>You wonder if the princesses know about what’s going on.
>From what you’ve heard, they work in very mysterious ways, always one step ahead of everything around them.
>You glance back into the sky to see if you spot any more shapes.
>...
>Oh.
>There is another one that’s sorta obvious…
>A horse cock.
>Hmmm.
>Must be Luna’s season.
>Not wasting time, you stand and carry Lyra in your arms with her on her back.
>The sight of her gored barrel has lost it’s shock value.
>While still unsettling, you’ve accepted it’s existence.
>It’s a big plus that the smell has seemed to have disappeared.
>Perhaps this self-healing has removed any of the rotten flesh that may have formed.
>You are back inside your house, and your first stop is the guest bedroom.
>Your arms are about to collapse under Lyra’s weight, but you set her down on the bed as gently as possible.
>She murmurs slightly, but doesn’t wake up.
>You tuck her in, taking care to avoid the risky areas.
>Standing by the room’s entrance, you shut the light off and start closing the door, only to stop momentarily.
>Something’s caught your eye.
>Lyra is facing you, kicking slightly like a dog would when dreaming.
>It’s adorable, but that’s not what has your attention.
>It almost looks as if there’s...light coming from her lens.
>It’s very faint and could easily be mistaken as a reflection, but the angle just doesn’t make sense for her to have a reflection.
>You move around the doorway, crouching, standing, eventually just stepping inside to see if it changes and truly is a reflection.
>The light doesn’t change.
>You crouch down near her head and gaze into the lens.
>The light is very dim, but it is 100% there. No doubting that.
>Perhaps that’s always been like that and you just never noticed.
>You shrug it off and head to the bathroom.
>A piss, quick wash of the face and a glass of water later, and you are in your own bed, ready for sleep.
>Thoughts of meeting Lyra in the market under different circumstances float around your head as you drift off into dream land.
>...
>...
>...
>Fuck, you have to piss.
>Your bladder has just ruined what you were sure was going to be an amazing dream.
>You met Lyra out at the market and hit it off great.
>Went out, had dinner, set in the park and talked. Shit was great.
>You were both coming back to your place to take things further when you realized you had to piss.
>And here you are now, getting out of your bed and grumbling to yourself as you walk into the bathroom.
>You take care of your bodily needs and head out of the bathroom.
>But something’s not right.
>You turn around and look down to the spare bedroom door.
>Light is pouring through under it.
>Your first thought is of the golden glow you witnessed in the shower.
>Which means Lyra is healing.
>Which means she could kill herself and not even know it!
>You are by the door and flinging it open faster than Berry Punch ordering another round at the bar.
>What you are greeted with was not was you expected.
>The light coming from Lyra’s lens has increased 20 fold and is lighting up the entire room.
>Lyra is still facing you.
>You walk over and whisper to her.
“Lyra? Are you awake? What are you doing?”
>Nothing. Still dead to the world.
>You scratch your head a bit until you turn around.
>There.
>Projected on the wall.
>It’s you.
>But it looks like you’re leaning over something.
>And you’re exhausted.
>The image is shaking repeatedly.
>A teal hoof comes into the image, reaching out for the fake Anon.
>It clicks that this must be a first person view of Lyra.
>The fake you bends down and, well, it goes dark, save for a few slivers of sight here and there.
>She must be closing her eyes.
>You hear a small whimper from behind you.
>You turn and see Lyra still fast asleep in her bed, the covers only moving slightly with movement.
>You turn back to the wall and watch on.
>Clearly, this must be a dream she’s having.
>And while you personally wouldn’t want anyone to watch your own dreams…
>I mean, come on. How can you pass this up?
>You gather that you two must be making out something fierce.
>Funny. You were just about to dream the same thing.
>The image becomes clear again as the fake Anon rises back up.
>The view is shaking even more now.
>What the hell is caus-
>Ah, that would definitely cause it.
>Cue the boner.
>Lyra’s perspective has shifted to look down her barrel towards her nethers.
>As clear as day, you can see the fake Anon pumping in and out of her.
>Oddly enough, fake Anon has no pubes.
>Guess she doesn’t know you have pubic hair.
>Regardless, turns out Lyra isn’t nearly as innocent as you thought.
>And it is the biggest turn on you’ve ever had.
>Seeing her side of things has put a literal new perspective on things.
>The view changes without warning.
>Now she’s leaning over fake Anon, licking his neck.
>Fucking Christ, you’ve never wanted a mare so bad in your life.
>Your underwear has no hope of containing your erection.
>You watch as she rises from his neck to look down.
>She’s straddling fake Anon’s...horse dong?
>Well, she’s never seen it, so she’s probably just filling it in with all that she knows.
>She’s actually pretty close with the size, though.
>Good to see she doesn’t have some crazy expectations.
>You’d hate to disappoint.
>She rubs a hoof over fake Anon’s length while she grinds herself into it.
>You’ve subconsciously started rubbing yourself as well.
>The fake you moves a hand down to his cock, pointing it upwards.
>Lyra’s viewpoint is fixed on it as she raises herself to match.
>You she her reach down with a hoof to position fake Anon at her entrance.
>Her view gets closer to the action as she hunches over nearly upside down just to watch.
>You can see the pseudo-horse cock enter her as her pussy spreads to accept it.
>She’s going painfully slow, wanting to capture the image of every inch that slides in.
>You are full-on jacking it right now, all restraint gone.
>What feels like hours later, she hilts against fake Anon’s waist.
>Her perspective is thrown upwards, most likely in ecstasy.
>You would give anything to hear that scream right now.
>The thought of it alone is getting you incredibly close.
>The view is suddenly thrown back downwards to look into fake Anon’s eyes.
>He’s started thrusting upwards, bouncing Lyra on top of him.
>You see him reach out and grab her waist as he drives it home.
>Fuck, you’re so goddamned close now, pre constantly flowing from your tip, aiding in your movements and only bringing you that much closer to your big finish.
>A leg goes weak from the stimulation and you stumble slightly, bumping into the side of the bed.
>The projected image darkens and blurs slightly.
>Fuck fuck fuck, what if she wakes up?!
>You turn around and keep an eye on both Lyra and the dream, your hand still wrapped around your memeber, never stopping the practiced motions.
>Lyra stirs slightly, but does nothing more.
>The projection returns to its original brightness, and your body double is hammering it hard, but Lyra’s sleep wasn’t the only thing you stirred.
>A smell.
>Her arousal.
>Very faint, but it’s there.
>Mint and lime with just the barest hint of…
>Cherries?
>Oh fuck, this mare was made for you.
>Your swear your knuckles are white you’re jacking so hard.
>You glance back to the wall and see the fake Anon give a rather rough thrust, sliding Lyra completely off of his member.
>He’s quick to grab it to hold it high, slapping it against her stomach.
>The perspective shifts around uncomfortably.
>Being in someone else’s eyes is hard to follow.
>The view is suddenly taken over entirely by the fake Anon’s cock.
>You see a teal hoof reach out and rub it up and down.
>Then, things take a whole new turn as you see your view go above the tip, staring straight at it, and plunging downwards.
>Lyra is sucking your cock in her dream.
>That does it.
>But you are quick to react.
>Before the first spurt can fly free, you pinch your tip, closing it off.
>It’s unbearable, but you have to will through it.
>It’s one thing to sit and watch someone’s dreams.
>It’s another to jack off and cum in someone’s room while they’re sleeping.
>You don’t want to be that guy.
>Throb after throb, a little leaks out around your hand.
>You immediately make for the bathroom once you’ve gained control over your legs.
>Back at the toilet, you release your grip and give it one more throb as the majority of your spunk leaves you.
>You slowly work the rest out, one hand resting against the wall as you catch your breath.
>Wow.
>You are speechless.
>Not only is she ready to take things all the way, she’s downright hungry for it.
>You stand in the bathroom, panting, dick in one hand, still rubbing the remains out.
>You just saw something deeply personal to her.
>That invasion of privacy will most likely follow you to your grave.
>You finally finish up and wash your hands.
>Stepping back into the hall, the light is still on and her door is wide open.
>Curiosity strikes you once again as you go to close it.
>You’ve made the decision to just walk out if she’s still going at it. No need to get worked up twice, and it’s bad enough that you saw what you saw.
>You peek inside.
>Things have taken a turn for the confusing.
>Twilight is there.
>And she’s making out with you.
>Fake you, that is.
>Lyra is still sitting next to your cock, but it’s not the main focus here.
>Twilight has her forehooves on either side of fake Anon’s head, the two of them relentlessly sucking faces.
>Lyra’s view just keeps watching.
>Is she into this?
>Because this is something you could eas-
>Twilight turns back towards you, a horrible smirk across her face.
>You see mouth move, but you can’t hear anything.
>She looks cocky as fuck, like some snooty stuck-up bitch.
>Chances are, Lyra is NOT into this.
>This dream has just turned into a nightmare for her, and it’s happening right in front of you.
>Twilight flicks her tail across Lyra’s face, causing her to rear back.
>You see Twilight’s eyes glance downward, then back up to meet Lyra’s as they display a mocking sense of concern.
>Lyra’s perspective quickly dips down to her chest again, only to see that it’s been ripped open, blood pouring out of her as she gazes upon the very things that are keeping her alive.
>Large metal canisters.
>Foreign tubing and wires.
>Otherworldly machines and contraptions fused with flesh and bone.
>Twilight’s tail flicks across her vision once more, causing her to fall backwards into an abyss.
>You hear Lyra kick in her sleep.
>She’s still falling in her dream.
>That’s enough for you.
>You move to wake her up.
>Lyra starts whimpering, her legs moving again.
>Room gets dark quickly as her image of the dream is only of the nothingness she is falling in.
“Lyra!”
>You speak her name forcefully while gently rocking her. No sense in shouting right off the bat and scaring the shit out of her.
”Lyra! Wake up!”
>She’s started mumbling words, but you can’t them out.
>You keep trying to rock her a bit to get her to wake up when you notice the room beginning bathe in a red light.
>You turn around and see that Lyra’s projection is encompassed with red.
>You’ve never seen so much red at one time.
>Lyra jerks roughly suddenly and she yells out.
>You look back to her, but quickly back to the image on the wall.
>You see Lyra’s vision look about her surroundings.
>Chains.
>There are chains wrapped around her limbs, suspending her in mid-air.
>NOPE.
>No more of this shit.
>You can already tell, this is about to go somewhere you don’t want to witness.
“LYRA!”
>No subtly now.
>You throw the covers off of her, turn the light on in the room and grab her by the shoulders.
“WAKE UP, LYRA!”
>She’s shaking in your grip.
>Why the hell won’t she wake up?!
>That’s it.
>You pick her up from the bed, and head out to the bathroom, the projection still going strong.
>You lie her on her side near the bathtub.
>You grab your glass from earlier and fill it with water.
>Setting some towels behind her back, you pour the water along her side, making sure not to let it pour directly into her wound.
>The red tint in the room fades immediately, the projection gone.
>She yelps and start kicking, a rear hoof slamming into your knee.
“fffffffffffffFFFFFFFFUCK!”
>”Anon! Wh-what’s happening?!”
>Thank God, she’s awake.
>”Why are we in the bathroom?!”
“It’s okay, Lyra! It’s okay! You’re safe now! The chains are gone!”
>You rub her back (and your knee) to calm her down.
>Oddly enough, the motors on her ‘lungs’ never kicked into high gear.
>”S-safe? Chains? Wh-what do you mean?”
>Uh…
“Uh…”
>”H-how did you know?!”
>Lyra has started scrambling to her hooves, flailing her body wildly to avoid rolling onto her stomach.
“Lyra, I can explain.”
>”Oh goddesses, I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?! Nothing about this is right! I should still be in bed!”
>She makes a break for the door and runs down the hall.
“Lyra!”
>You yell back for her as you struggle to stand with your bum knee.
>You hear the front door slamming open.
>Oh no.
“LYRA!”
>Fuck this knee!
>You push through the pain and chase after her.
>You make it outside and see her just a little ways from the house, running towards town.
“LYRA! WAIT!”
>You take off as fast as you can.
>Unfortunate for you, you’ve never been able to keep up with any of the p0nies when they ran.
>Galloped.
>Whatever.
>You push your body as hard as you can, doing your best to ignore the pain in your knee.
“LYRA, DAMMIT! YOU’RE NOT DREAMING!”
>She apparently can’t hear you.
>You gain some ground on her when you see her look back to you.
>”HEEEEEELLLP!”
>It’s a savior that no one can hear her right now.
>She’s getting dangerously close to the town.
>It isn’t until you’ve passed up a couple houses that you finally catch up with her.
“Lyra! Stop! This isn’t a dream!”
>You can’t really tackle her or try to grab under her to stop her.
>Only one thing you can do.
>You reach out and get a good grip on her tail and pull hard.
>She yelps and stops immediately, turning to look at you.
>She’s shaking, barely able to stand.
>The motors are at full blast right now.
>You need to handle this delicately.
>First things first, you have to calm her down.
“Lyra, please! Listen to me! You’re not dreaming! It’s me! Really!”
>Her rear legs collapse and you move in to embrace her, kneeling on the floor.
>FUCK, YOUR KNEE.
>Screw it, you can’t do anything about it.
>You gently rub her back, the horrid microwaves slowing down considerably.
>”Oh my gosh, Anonymous! I’m so sorry! It’s just that…”
>She shudders in your grip.
>”I can still see it.”
“See what?”
>”...The red.”
>You move away from her and turn her head towards you.
>You peer into her lens.
>Sure enough, it’s still glowing slightly.
>”A-and you knew about the chains. I never told anyp0ny about the chains.”
“Lyra, I promise you that you’re awake and absolutely fine. RIght now, though, our priority is to get back to the house. We’re already partially in the town. If someone sees us out here, it’ll be bad news.
>You look around for anyone who may be watching.
>All of the houses are dark save for one out in the distance.
>There’s no way they can make Lyra out from this distance, so you should be okay.
“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you when I grabbed your tail, did I?”
>She shakes her head.
“Good. Are you able to walk back?”
>She nods and gets back to her hooves.
>You stand up as well, but falter slightly thanks to your fucking knee.
>Lyra notices.
>”Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine. Just bruised my knee is all.”
>The walk back to your house was quiet.
>Once inside, you lock the door back and stop by the kitchen for a fresh glass of water and an ice pack to put on your knee.
“Can you still see it, Lyra?”
>She shakes her head.
>That’s good, then.
>”S-so, how did you know about the chains?”
>You sign and run your hands down your face.
“Lyra, the reason you were seeing red even after you woke up, is because your eye is more than just an eye.”
>She tilts her head to one side, waiting for you to continue.
“It’s what’s called a projector.”
>”Projector?”
“Yeah. Something that projects still frames and moving pictures on a flat surface.”
>”Oh! Like at the movies?”
“Exactly!”
>Although this is news to you. You didn’t know they had a movie theater.
>Must be in Canterlot.
>”So...I have a projector in my head?”
“Yes.”
>”And it plays my dreams?”
“...Yeah.”
>She’s silent for a while.
>You know what she’s going to ask next.
>”How much did you see?”
>You can tell she tries to make it a casual question in case you didn’t see the earlier port but she’s nervous of being judged at the same time if you did see it.
>Oh, and you saw it.
>But fuck, though.
>What should you tell her?
>’Oh yeah, I walked in when you were imagining me plowing you. Nice touch with the horse cock, by the way.’
>Don’t think that’ll go over very well.
>Well, you still might be able to salvage this with a little lie.
“I got up to go to the bathroom and saw some light coming from your door. When I went inside, the whole room was red.”
>She visibly relaxes.
>You’re glad she isn’t stressed over her sexual fantasies, but you don’t feel too great for lying right to her face.
>Or non-face.
>Whatever you call that general area of her head now.
>Just to play it off, you tease her a bit.
“Why? You weren’t dreaming of anything embarrassing, were you?”
>She stiffens immediately.
>”N-no! Of c-course not!”
“Ha! You stuttered! Face it. You were dreaming about me, weren’t you?”
>She starts doing her little dance again, hooves bouncing around on the ground.
>”N-NO! I WASN’T!”
>You act disinterested, folding your arms together as you turn away from her and head back to the living room.
“Hm. Well, that’s awfully flattering. I was actually dreaming about you before I got up to go to the bathroom.”
>She stops stomping her hooves and slowly follows you into the next room.
>”Y-...you were?”
“Yeah.”
>”...What was it about?”
“We met at the market and went on a date. We both had a good time. We were just heading back to my place when I woke up.”
>You no longer hear Lyra’s hoofsteps.
>You turn around and see her looking at the ground.
“Lyra?”
>”...Did we go to the park after dinner?”
>What the hell?
>Were you both having the same dream?
“Yeah. Yeah, we did...How did you know that?”
>”...I think we were having the same dream, but you woke up, and I kept...going…”
>Hell yeah, she kept going.
>She suddenly looks up at you.
>She’s pieced together the timeline.
>”So, you went to the bathroom?”
“Pooped. I had to poop. Took a while.”
>Shit, you answered too fast and threw in an unnecessary detail.
>She has to know something’s up.
>Neither of you say anything, the only sound being the crickets outside.
>She eventually raises her head to look at you.
>”Okay.”
>That’s it?
>”Well, I guess we’d better get to bed.”
“Right. Chasing you to the edge of town in my underwear has been enough for me.”
>”Heh heh. Sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
>You’ve made it to your door, and she, to hers.
>”Good night, Anonymous.”
“Good night, Lyra.”
>You head straight for your bed, exhaustion catching up with you.
>Your knee has dulled to a throb every now and then.
>It seems as though you just can’t catch a break.
>Sleep takes you quickly, just as before.
>There were no dreams this time.

END DAY 4