Perfect Pony Pet 3 [mlp]

>The light pours in through the windows as you wake to Lyra's mouth work.
>Giving a nudge, the enthusiastic unicorn stops her work and looks at you with waiting eyes.
>You respond simply by grabbing her cheeks and pulling her closer, resting her head on your chest.
>It's a little hard to breathe, but worth it. You close your eyes and think as you simply bask in the morning calm.
>A month has passes since Lyra was upsized.
>Her training pushes forward, and once you'd decided to keep her like that, you'd began adjusting the house for her bulk.
>New furniture was bought, door frames were adjusted, bathrooms were upsized, toys were jumbo sized.
>It's been hard and expensive, but luckily your house was already pretty open.
>You didn't hurt for money at all, but that didn't stop you from taking it from Lyra's hide, sometimes literally as the her welts will testify.
>She didn't mind though, she was rarely bothered by anything you did so long as it made you happy.
>Smiling, you brush the mare's mane as you try to go back to sleep.
>Just as you begin passing the edge of unconsciousness, a loud banging at the door jars you awake in the most uncomfortable way this side of sleep paralysis.
>Lifting Lyra's head, you slide out of bed and slap on some pajamas and make your way to the door to see who the hell's bugging you at....
"11? Already? Damn."
>Shaking it off, you open the door to see a bunch of ponies standing there, several mares and a stallion or two.
"*yawn* Yeah? Whaddya want?"

>A brawny looking stallion at front speaks first.
>"We should ask you. We were hired to build something here today."
"Huh? I...oh, OH! That was today? Yeah, give me a minute to wake up and I'll show you what I want." you say while stretching.
>Heading back in, you speed walk to the bedroom, past a groggy Lyra shuffling to the kitchen, and throw on some clothes and brush your hair.
>As you head back to the door, you stop by your pet and give her a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Alright Lyra, I gotta deal with the builders. Go ahead and handle your routine yourself and fix me some breakfast." You say as you grab a piece of toast off her plate.
>"Alright sir! Anything else?" She asks with an innocent smile.
"Hmm...Yeah, make some sandwiches for them. I'm sure they'd appreciate it. There's 6 of em."
>"Mmmhm, I'll be out in a little while then sir."
>Nodding, you step outside to get business started.
"Sorry for keeping you ladies, gentlemen."
>"What's a men? Nevermind. So, what are we doing here today?"
"Just adding a stable with a few rooms."
>"That's all? We can knock that out easy." The says as he waves his hoof dismissively and his underlings nod. "Just show us where."
>Taking them to the back, you enter a pen point out a shaded area in the clearing.
"Right here, in the shade, I need two 15 by 15 stalls with a 12 foot high roof. I also want a tool shed at the corner end, same size."
>"Yeah, sure, we can do that. Must be some big animals huh?"
"Very big. Alright, call me if you need anything."

>"Will do boss."
>With nothing else to do, you start to go in when Lyra steps out,  a platter in her telekinesis.
>"Ah, there you are Anon! Got your food ready, right on the cabinet."
>Reaching up, you scratch her on the ears, causing her to break out in a smile before you lean in for a kiss.
>As you pull away, she lets out a loud squee and a giggle as she turns her head with small blush and scuffs her hoof along the dirt.
"What would I do without you Lyra?"
>"Oh, you'd do fine." she says as she leans in with a sultry look, before she looses focus and almost drops the food.
>You bolt forward to catch it, but she manages to do it first, suspending several random chunks of bread and plants in the air as she slowly puts them back together.
>"Heh, whoops...I'll bring the workers their food now."
>With a last pat on her cheek, you step back inside.
>Stretching from being forced out of bed so abruptly, you sit down for your breakfast, a big plate of eggs and bacon.
>Shrugging, you laugh a bit before continuing.
>She is such a bad cook.
>As you finish, you head to your "office" to grab today's work, mostly copyright crap and patent forms, and head to the living room.
>A few minutes of this boring shit later, and Lyra steps back in.
"So what'd they think?" you ask, not looking up from your work.
>"Huh? Oh, they thought I was in some magic accident or something, I don't think they knew the stables were for me though.  Silly ponies!"

"I....meant the sandwiches."
>"Oh." she lets out with a mildly embarrassed squeak. "They said thank you. How was your breakfast?"
"Quite awful, as expected." you say with a small laugh.
>She returns your laughter. "Well you know I can't cook to save my life. Bonny always did that before."
>It's quiet for a moment as she watches you make your living stealing anything you can remember from home.
>"Soooo, Anon, Sir, Master? Can I ask you a really big question.....or two?"
"You don't need permission to talk Lyra, you know that."
>"I know. So...the first thing is, the guys out there said you've got them building two stalls. What's that all about?"
"I dunno, one stable just feels weird I guess. I figure we could switch between them when one needs cleaning."
>"Oh. So...you're not starting a herd?" She says, strangely crestfallen.
"I hadn't really thought about it. Why?"
>Bounding into your face and pinning you into the ground, she seems all too eager to explain.
>"Because you're too much man to waste on just one mare!"
"Can't....breath....."
>"Heh, sorry." she says as she lifts off you.
>Standing and brushing your chest, you seem fine, if winded. Thankfully, it seems she didn't put her full weight on you.
"Yeah. So, you actually WANT me to get some more girls?"
>"Well DUH! Just one, that's weird Anon, you're weird."
"Says the giant horse into bald apes....I haven't paid a lot of attention to those customs honestly. Tell you what, I'll humor you and read up on it. THEN I'll decide."

>"Thanks Anon." she says, nuzzling you in one of those horsy hugs. "Maybe we can get Bon Bon in!"
"Hahahaha, so that's why you seemed so eager. No, I don't think that's gonna happen."
>Her face droops, and her eyes begin welling up with her show tears.
>"*sniff* P...p...please? Pretty please?"
"Not gonna happen."
>She just looks at you with those sad eyes, lip quivering.
"No Lyra, it's not happening."
>"*WAAHH*"
"No..."
>"B.b.b.b.but sheeee's my f..FRIEND!"
"Ugh"
>"Wha...what if..if she mo...moves away?" she sobs, rolling on her back, her legs flailing in the air.
"Lyra...."
>"I...I'D NEVER SEE HER AGAIN! *sniff* Force her to stay Anon!"
"LYRA!" You shout, causing her to stop.
"Yes Anon?"
>Not even a hint of sadness or her tears.
"If you'll stop crying, I'll think about it."
>"*SQUEE* Thanks Anon!"
"MAYBE! IF I like the way these herds work. And IF I can find a reason to put up with her. And she'll probably say no."
>"Fine, fine. I'll just bug you till you ask her." She says as she gets back to her hooves.
"Of course you will. What was the other thing you wanted to ask?"
>She begins fidgeting a lot as she begins stammering out her question.
>"Oh, well, you see, umm....since you've liked the whole horse thing so much, I was kinda thinking about getting a, well, a brand."
"....What? Did I just hear that right? You want a brand?"
>"Yeah, I....I want everyone to know I'm yours."

"No. Just no."
>"Oh come on Master." She says turning. "Wouldn't your mark on this big ol' butt just be so sexy?"
"Lyra, you don't need to do that for me."
>"I know, but....just think about it for a while before you say no. If I'm doing the pet horsey thing, why not go the whole way?
"Fine. You're so weird Lyra."
>"That's why you love me!"
>Reaching over, you plant a small kiss on her lips.
"It is. Now, I gotta get back to work."
>"Alright. You promise you'll think about it, right?"
"Yes, yes, I'll think about it. Bitch Bon and a butt burn."
>"Alright then, that's a promise, don't forget."
>With a nod, she walks off to do her own thing, her tail in the rare down position.
>She's at least worked up enough that she's not trying to show off for you. At the very least, you should try to find some common ground with Bon Bon.
>Sighing, you get back to the eternally annoying work of trying to understand Equish Legalese.
>A few hours and a check or two on the workers later, a knock at the door breaks your concentration.
"UGH! Someone better be fucking dead!"
>Standing with several pops of your bones, you make your way to the kitchen door.
>Resisting the urge to throw it open, you crack it open to find a yellow mare on the other side.
>You recognize her. Being that the two of you both lived out of the way on the woodland edges, you've seen her from time to time, but weren't very familiar with her.
"Oh, it's you.....what was it....Flitter something?"
>"F...Fluttershy." She meekly lets out, hiding slightly behind her mane.

"Right, right. So, what did you need?"
>"Nevermind, I see you're busy, sorry for disturbing you, I'll just go now." She says as she slowly backs away.
>Before she can get far however, a raccoon walks from the bushes and begins nudging her legs.
>"Sorry little one I can't just..."
>The animal looks up at her with what you could swear are pleading eyes.
>"Aww, alright, I'll try."
>You raise an eyebrow at the strange scene, but she seems to regain her confidence from it, or what counts as confidence for her.
>She steps forward slowly as the animal runs off before she manages to speak.
>"Oh, umm, well, I noticed you were having a stall built and I was sort of wondering when it would be done."
"Not sure. Why are you asking?" you ask as you wave her inside.
>She promptly follows you to the table, talking as you go. "It's just that some of the animals living near your house have been awfully upset today."
"Huh, any reason you were around today?"
>"Oh no, I wasn't, the animals just pointed me this way."
>You're about to respond when Lyra walks into the room with a loud yawn, the size and sound making Fluttershy jump a bit and hide behind her mane.
>"Hey Master. *yawn* Hey Fluttershy."
>Fluttershy flinches back behind her mane, face flush with embarrassment from, you assume, Lyra's "Master" comment.
"Lyra, put us some tea on for our guest."
>Lyra responds with a mock salute and a "Yes Sir!" as she gets right to it.
>"That's alright Anon, I really don't want to be a bother."
"Nonsense. Now, you were saying something about talking to animals was it?"
>"Not really talking talking, we just sort of....understand each other."
"Right. Your talent I'm guessing? I still don't really get how those cutie marks work."
>"Nobody really does Anon, nobody." Lyra says as she drapes a hoof over your shoulder from behind and levitates some empty tea cups onto the table.
>"It's one of the great mysteries of ponykind! Speaking of talents, do I need to clear time to teach you to play today?"

"Nah, lots and lots of work still left to do."
>"Oh, umm, what do you do for a living."
"Why, I'm the world's number one idea guy. Mostly little inventions but some concepts in science, medicine, tech guidance. A little arts like music-"
>"I HELP WITH THE MUSIC! Anon can't play himself."
"Yeah...lyrics writing and such. That kind of stuff."
>"My, sounds very exciting. I just work as a groomer and pet sitter. I love it, but it's not very eventful."
"Oh, this is quite boring actually, it's mostly writing down EVERYTHING that comes to mind and filling out countless legal forms so nobody can screw me."
>"Well, that does sound kinda boring, no offense."
>The pot starts whistling, and Lyra levitates it to the table, pouring some tea and sugar into each cup.
"None taken, it is VERY boring, but it pays great. Speaking of, I need to be getting back to it, sorry to cut the chat short. Lyra, take care of our guest while she's here."
>"Alrighty Sir!"
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>Anon takes his tea and heads back to the living room, leaving you with Fluttershy.
>She's a good mare as far as you know, aside from an episode or two. But honestly, you're little more than acquaintances.
>Looking at her, she's just nervously tapping the table.
"Something wrong"
>"I, sorry if....Did I say something to offend him?"
"Heh, no, Master just gets all serious when he lets stuff pile up too long."
>There's that head hiding stuff she did earlier.
"Aww, what's the matter?"
>You know exactly what's the matter.

>"Umm, nothing, it's really none of my business."
"It's alright to ask. Master would just hate if one of our guests felt unwelcome."
>"No, really, I won't pry, I promise." she claims, clearly uncomfortable.
"I insist, my owner would be so upset if he felt people couldn't be honest in the house, that he owns. Or to the ponyhorse, that he also owns."
>Her face scrunches up as she gives you an annoyed glare, realizing you're doing it on purpose.
>No longer able to hold it in, you let out a loud laugh and give her small jab in the wither. She rubs it, you don't know your own strength. Probably. She could be soft though.
"Oh relax, just teasing because it bothered you so much. Ask if you want, or don't, I don't care."
>"Just....why? Sorry, that sounded judgmental, I'm just curious because you seem so, well, proud."
"Eh, I could feed you lines about us owing, or that we belong at their feet, depending on how extreme the book's author is."
>"I've, umm, never read anything about the whole ancient human thing. It's...a little obscure."
"That's because there's not NEARLY enough about it. Most people thought they were just myths and a few weird chimp bones. Shows what they knew. HA!"
>You take a sip of your tea before continuing, after adding some sugar.
"Yeah, you should pick up one of the books on it. Anyway, it's none of that, being his good little mare just turns my crank."
>"Wait, so you two have been together based just on a, umm, a kink, for this long."

"HAHAHA! No. I learned my lesson on that after I dated a minotaur because hands. Dude was a complete jerk, forget that. Anon's pretty nice though, nicer than most stallions."
>Noticing her cup is empty, you refill it for her before continuing.
"He arrived, I hung around him annoying him with questions, he asked me out one day, things progressed, and here we are."
"We still go out sometimes, he's sweet to me, hell, last spring he sat down and brushed out my entire winter coat. How many guys would do that?"
>"Oh my, that does sound nice. The extra hair gets so itchy."
"Really, we're just a normal interspecies couple, except he has all the power."
>Throwing back your second cup of tea, you let out a sigh before pouring another.
"What about you? You got a special somepony? Or a stallion you got your eyes on?"
>"N..no. Sorry, not much to say. So....umm, uhh, those stables, what kind of critter are they for?"
"Me."
>"Excuse me now?"
"It's a sort of a pet play thing. Anon says there's ponies and horses and stuff in his home land, except they're still just animals and stuff."
>"Oh my, I keep plenty of pets, but I could never imagine BEING one."
"It's pretty great really. Anon feeds me, brushes my coat, shoes my hoovesies, keeps me clean and fit, and pays for everything. I don't have to anything most of the time!"
>"Really? That's rather nice of him." She says before looking up at the clock. "Oh no! Sorry to run, but my little critters need me."

"It's cool. If you're actually curious, you can borrow a few of my books on ancient humans"
>"Oh, I couldn't."
"It's cool, I got em memorized anyway."
>"It's just that I'm not really inte-"
"I insist. Take em, read em."
>"Okay...."
>Leaving, you quickly come back and levitate a few books into her saddle bag, including one Anon put together with Twilight about humanland horsies.
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>Finally leaving, you feel much more at ease.
>Lyra isn't mean, but she's so enthusiastic it's a little....creepy.
>But if Anon's anywhere near as nice as she claims, maybe you could understand. Still seems weird though.
>Looking at your back, she seems to have dumped about 3 books on you.
>It's not really something you're interested in, but...you did promise, and your neighbor is the only known human in the whole wide world. It'd be rude to not at least skim through.
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>With Fluttershy gone, you stretch out to get yourself ready for a long hard day of being lazy.
>Anon hardly looks up as he grinds away on those papers of his.
>Nope, pets need lots of attention.
>You walk forward and nuzzle into him a bit, and bite at his shirt to force his attention.
>He looks up with a small smile and pets your mane a bit before standing.
>After several bone popping stretches, he motions you to follow as he makes his way to the bedroom.
>You can't help but wink in anticipation as he orders you onto the bed.
>That's ended when he simply lays into you, using your tummy as a pillow.
>"*yawn* Wake me up when the workers finish will ya?"
"Of course sir." You say with a smile as you lay your head down.