Sep 2017

>implying that she doesn't want to fuck one of us
>Initially she's coy so that she doesn't come across as being too weird and desperate
>you play it off as being a joke but she keeps steering the conversation back in that direction
>each time she gets a bit more flirty while trying to make it seem like she's making fun of you
>eventually she throws out a teasing comment
"Come on anon, why would I or any other mare even want to get it on with you? I bet you're barely packing any heat down there anyway!"
>she laughs in a way that would otherwise make you feel a bit humiliated if not for the narrow-eyed sly grin she also flashes you for a moment
>of course size isn't the issue at all
>for Lyra her anthrosexual fixation goes beyond simple physical sensations and she'd be just as likely to cream herself on a 4 inch dick as a footlong dong
>just knowing she has human cock in her would fry her senses
>you playfully joke back and assure her that your junk isn't anything to laugh at
"Prove it."
"E-Excuse me?"
"You heard me, anon! Whip it out! I'll see if I can keep a straight face."
"Seriously, Lyra? You don't really expect me to-"
"We're friends, right anon? Honestly I'm more interested as an anthropologist than anything else."
>you stare at her incredulously
"Yeah, purely for 'research purposes', huh?"
"Pleeeeease~ pretty please! With oats on top!"
>you sigh
"Fine. Just for a second. But don't expect me to look like a horse down there."
"OhrightIknowthat!"
>she rattles that out a bit too fast and eager
"What was that?"
>her face scrunches up a moment and she looks away
"Oh... nothing. I just um... different morphology among species and all..."
>she mumbles a bit
>you roll your eyes
>and drop your pants
>it takes her off guard
>for a moment you think she might have an aneurysm
>she is doing an awful lot of staring
>and very little blinking
"Um Lyra?"

>it takes a noticeable raising of your voice to snap her out of her phallic-induced stupor
"LYRA!"
"PENIS!"
>she responds to you as though she were sleep walking and you just woke her up
"There you go. Happy now?"
>there's a bit of a pause
"Yes."
>she says quietly
"Very."
"Wonderful. Pants are goooooing up now."
>you raise your shorts
>well you 'try' to raise your shorts at least but a mint-colored ball of crazy tackles you
"Noanondon'tdoitIwannalookatitmore!"
>her eyes are wide open and locked on you
>your eyes are trembling in borderline fear
>as is your body
"I knew it! I knew it all along!"
"Knew what?"
>she cocks her head in a way that would have been cute were it not for the fact that she was haphazardly pinning you to the ground
"I knew you had some weird, perverse interest in me - ever since I got here! The moment I show up you couldn't take your eyes off me, you crazy, harpy pony!"
"Ouch, anon. I get where you're coming from, but let's not bring puns into this."
"Wait what?"
"My cutie mark."
>she removes the hoof pressing down on your solar plexus to point at her flank which she wiggles a bit - once again cute save the aggravated assault
>you scoff
"Yet I haven't heard you play a single song. Ought to have a picture of a human penis on your butt instead."
"Or I could have a human penis IN my butt!"
>your face goes blank
>and a few awkward moments pass in silence
"I was asking you to fuck me."
"Iknowwhatyoumeant!"
>she's pretty strong, but you're able to wrench yourself free
>still you don't run in terror
>not that it would do much good since she'd probably catch you
"I don't know if I'm exactly down with something like that."
"You say that, but you also seem 'up' for it too~"
>she gives a girlish laugh followed by a toothy grin while staring at your torso through smug, half-lidded eyes
>apparently one part of you certainly is up to the task


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>you both look at each other for a good, long while
>she is smiling as wide as her face will allow while you are still trying to make sense of where you are
>and it's probably not much of a stretch to say that your face also reflects this sentiment
"Oh. My. Goooooosh! I can't believe this is happening! It can't be happening! I've gotta be dreaming!"
>she giggles with glee
"Well I for one know this isn't real."
>she snickers
"Now what makes you say that?"
>you want to tell her everything: the colors, the thick lines that outline everything from the trees and rocks to the talking green mare in front of you
>but the words aren't coming together
>your head feels like one of those old refrigerator magnetic poetry games
>all the right pieces are there but hopelessly scrambled
"It's just... well. Just look around. Look at me, and look at where we are. Doesn't it look - you know - fake?"
>she cocks an eyebrow at that, but to her credit she does give her surroundings a decent once-over before turning back to you
"Nope. Everything seems normal to me... except YOU!"
>her face stretches into another elastic smile as she hops about excitedly, humming a little tune this time
>the confusion of it all alone gives you a headache, and you reach up to massage your temples
>and for a moment you fail to register that your hand, your arm - presumably your whole body is green
>not the same shade as her - darker - yet the same texture as the whole world
>you stare at your hands, turning them over, noting their lack of features: no tiny follicles, no bumps, creases, blemishes
>nothing but uniform green
"I know right?"
>she is standing closer to you, eyes also locked on your hands
"Those things must be amazing."

>you don't remember any of your dreams being this vivid before
>isn't there a way to tell if-
>your thoughts are interrupted
"Ha! I didn't even ask your name! My name's Lyra! Lyra Heartstrings!"
>she puffs her chest out as if her name alone was something to be proud of
>yet her question is itching your mind something fierce
>your name
>what the hell is it?
>waking up in another world, no memories, and no name
>how cliche can you get?
"I don't know if I have one, Lyra."
>your voice is flat, mired in apathetic resignation
"Well that won't work, now will it, Mr. Anonymous!"
>she gives a short laugh and winks, playfully elbowing you
"Makes me sound like a super villain or something."
>you roll your eyes
"Who knows? Maybe you are! Mr. Anonymous! Here to destroy us aaaaallllll~"
>Lyra waves her hooves around as she puts on a campy voice like something you'd hear in an old sci-fi movie
>it's strange that you remember specific things like unintentionally funny sci-fi movies but not your own name or much else about your life
>maybe Lyra wasn't all that far off
>you could be a super villain after all, but you'd never know it
>hell, you could be anyone
>only you get the feeling that you are and never were anything special
"I still can't believe it! I've finally met one of you! Not in my wildest dreams-"
>there it is again: dreams
>your thoughts return to dreaming
>there was some way of recognizing dreams from reality
>well... besides the bright colored, softly textured world around you...
>you try to be mindful of the smallest details
>the feeling of the sun's warmth on the back of your neck
>the subtle breeze
>the blades of grass underfoot
>you're wearing a watch on your left wrist
>was that always there?
>you look at it

"12.34"
"Whatcha doin'~"
"I'm looking at my watch."
"Why?"
"To see if I'm dreaming."
"Oooh humans have watches that tell them if they're dreaming?"
"No, it's well-"
>you try and think of a way to explain things without going on about it too long
"I've heard that-"
>she's looking at you intently, mouth open just a bit - in complete wonder
"I've heard... that when you're dreaming you can tell if you're in a dream by looking at numbers, words, things like that-"
"Uh huh!"
"And if it's a dream it won't make sense. Numbers won't stay the same. Words and letters will change every time you look back at them - things like that."
>she nods in understanding
"So what's your watch say now?"
>you look back at your watch
"12:35"
>Lyra's face sinks
"Oh no! It's just like you said! The numbers changed! You must be dreaming after all! Come to think of it I've never been in someone else's dream before. I wonder how that happened?"
>you sigh for multiple reasons
"I think that was just the passage of time, Lyra. This probably isn't a dream - which means this must be something else."
>she smiles - normally this time or at least what could be considered normal for a green, cartoonish talking horse
"I'm very glad to hear that, Mr. Anonymous!"
"Come on - enough with the, "Mister," stuff."
>she tilts her head
"Um, "Sir," Anonymous?"
>she snickers
"How abouuuuut-"
>she thinks for a moment
>you roll your eyes
"Moose for short? Amos? Anon? Nonny?"
"Anon will work, I guess."
>she nods in affirmation
"Yes, "Anon the Person!"
>she pauses a moment in thought
"Sounds like a good band name, huh Anon?"

"You have bands here?"
>she closes her eyes and smiles, nodding proudly
"Oh yeah, lots of them - not so much in this little town though. Back in high school I was in this one band with some friends."
"Yeah? What were you called?"
"PegAXEus."
"Gesundheit."
"No no! It was clever! This one pegasus and his girlfriend - she was also a pegasus - started it. The name was like a play on words: pegasus and axe - you know because some ponies call guitars axes. We were supposed to be hard rock, so it fit."
>you nod, but the oddness of everything doesn't escape you - odd for how similar it sounds to the world you came from
>something seems off however
"Don't pegasus- um pegasuses? Pegasi?"
"Pegasus ponies or pegasi works."
"Don't pegasi have wings?
>she nods
"They sure do!"
>you look at Lyra's sides and don't see any wings
"Yup, I'm a unicorn!"
>she taps her horn with a hoof, producing a calming little 'tip tap' sound
"Huh... I guess I didn't notice that."
"Yeah, well they needed a keyboardist and no one knew of any, so the lead guitarist asked me."
"Did you change your name to, "PegAXEus and the Unicorn?"
>she cringes at that
"Eh nope - kept the same name. It's not like it mattered anyhow. Was just a dumb little high school thing, and we broke up before the year was done."
>it's strange, you think, that you're thinking more about high school garage bands right now than talking ponies with wings and horns
"Any other kinds of talking horses here, by the way?"
"Why do you keep saying, "Talking," like it's something weird?"
"Where I'm from our horses and uh... ponies don't talk. They don't do much of anything but trot and run around. Not to mention they look a whole lot different than you."
>Lyra hangs on your every word
"Different? How?"
"Well there sure aren't any green ones."
"What about blue?"
"Nope."
"Yellow?"
"Um, some have lighter coats that look blonde, so... kinda?"
"Rainbow?"
>you sigh