Jul 2019

Anonymous Wed 10 Jul 2019 18:56:45 No.34024975

>it's a hot day
>humid, too, which makes it even worse
>the AC isn't working for whatever reason
>you dig out an old oscillating fan from storage and both lay down on the cool floor in front of it
>too warm to cuddle, so you just lay next to each other and talk
>whenever the fan pivots away you feel the heat creeping back
>but the few seconds at a time when it's blowing on you are heavenly

Anonymous Sun 14 Jul 2019 21:18:51 No.34039378

>"That's it! No more movie nights with Anon!"
>"Last week you had twenty ponies with shaved manes making soap in my shop, and now you're scaring everypony away with that mask and your hissing!"

Anonymous Wed 10 Jul 2019 18:56:45 No.34024975
>it's a hot day
>humid, too, which makes it even worse
>the AC isn't working for whatever reason
>you dig out an old oscillating fan from storage and both lay down on the cool floor in front of it
>too warm to cuddle, so you just lay next to each other and talk
>whenever the fan pivots away you feel the heat creeping back
>but the few seconds at a time when it's blowing on you are heavenly

Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2019 01:31:22 No.34081684
>The sound of folk instruments.
>Having your underwear paraded by a cute horsie.
>Tickly mare kisses.
>Smell of horse rolling in mint and thyme.
>Fighting against instinct that kept your ancestors alive for multi-millennia for a fleeting feeling of immense pleasure.
>Being horse married for grooming the cutie mark.
>Hand feeding your wife carrots, or just hand feeding them in general.


Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2019 11:29:11 No.34082784

>In a herd one will always instinctively be half asleep as a look out so when a predator comes a runnin' they'll all know it.
>For the modern day pony it might be less about safety and more peace of mind, but the thought is still there.
>When she knows you fell asleep first, she'll be half resting on top of you and half listening out for predators to make sure you're always safe.
>Sometimes she does fall asleep after 2 hours or so.
>More often than not she'll put her head down and close her eyes.
>But you can always see her little ears on a swivel.
>Every night you'll call her a silly horse and tell her to get more restful sleep.
>And every night she'll argue that it will never be restful if she doesn't know you're always safe and warm.

Anonymous Thu 01 Aug 2019 08:04:38 No.34099442
"Come on. Lyra. Take that thing off, it's time for dinner."
>"Please put down your carrots. You have 15 seconds to comply."
"...Lyra that's not even the right-"
>"You now have 15 seconds to comply."
>"L-Lyra?"
>"You are in direct violation of Poneal Code 1.13, Section 9. You now have 5 seconds to comply."
>"5, 4-"
>"H-hey. Come on. Here you go horsie, have some carrots."
>"2, 1. I am now authorized to use physical force."
>tfw tripped up by magic and assaulted with tickly horse raspberries on your tummy.


Anonymous Sat 03 Aug 2019 02:32:52 No.34105872
>Lyra Heartstrings? Yeah I know her by that name. Hell, I worked with her in 'NighMM. Back then we called her "Hay Homocide" Heartstrings because she never came out of a barn without a scutch, a bundle of bluegrass, or covered with oats. Most would call her hungry, but that is why the green-hoofed brayrets trained her. They saw potential. It wasn't until they learned how much horses graze they truly realized what a monster they created. You see, most mares that go the market to buy lunch. Not Hearts. No, she took plates, forks, and spoons, sometimes nothing but her bare snoot. After a few grocery runs I got a chance to talk to her in the mess. She was wearing her oat covered hat, sunglasses, and horsebib, strumming her lyre and drinking concentrated carrot juice. It was contraband, but you NEVER told Hearts what she could and couldn't do. I asked her why she never took saddlebags with her. She lowered her head and took a long sip from her cup, pulled off her sunglasses and looked me right in the eyes, piercing my soul.

>"I do it out of hunger. Hunger for hay. These oats don't deserve the mercy of a standard graze, but the steel-cut, slow cook of an Equestrian stove!" In a flash she pulled out her old, but well maintained lyre and strummed it just short of an octave. "The hunger I feel when I slip out of music practice, to fill my belly is reason enough. To see the last grain from their jars drop into a bowl, while they see a real pony work."

Anonymous Thu 08 Aug 2019 03:18:17 No.34130540
>Hey, Lyra.
>Yeah, Bon-Bon?
>Where's "leaving Ponyville"?
>Where did you see that?
>We just passed the sign."You are now entering leaving Ponyville."
>WHAT?! Bonnie, I think we're on the wrong- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
>Bus.

>Where are we, Lyra?
>Rock Bottom. It sure is creepy here. Kinda different. Even the soil is different!
>Would you *neigh* mind *neigh* putting me down?!

>Lyra, I don't like it here. Everything's scary. I wanna go home. LOOK! I CAN'T EVEN TELL THE BATHROOMS APART!
>¿?
>Uh...that's an easy one, Bon-Bon. Just wait for somepony to come out, then you'll know.
>*realistic horses exit the bathrooms*
>I STILL CAN'T TELL!
>OK, OK. You wait here. I'm gonna get a bus schedule. Wow, this place sure is spooky.
>HEY LYRA, THE BUS IS HERE! LYRAAAAAAAAAAA-
>Ow ow ow ow ow! Oh, Granny Heartstrings was right. Never teleport for a bus. "Especially one going up at a 90 degree angle!"

Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2019 15:39:06 No.34167258
>I bet you didn't know but I'm a lyre player too
>And if you care to dare, I'll make a bet with you
>Now, you're a good player, filly, but give this demon his due
>I'll bet your soul against a lyre of gold because I say I'm better than you!

>The demon hung his head low, then disappeared in a poof
>The golden lyre was laid on the ground in front of that pony's hoof
>Lyra laughed: "come on back, demon when you're ready to try again!"
>"I already told ya, you goofy freak, I'm the best lyre player that ever lived!"

>The unicorn said, "My name's Lyra
>And it might be a sin
>But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret
>'Cause I'm the best that's ever been!"

>Lyra polish up your hooves and pluck your lyre hard!
>'Cos tartarus's broke loose in Ponyville and a demon deals the cards
>And if you win you get this shiny lyre made of gold
>But if you lose the demon gets your soul!

Anonymous Sat 24 Aug 2019 15:58:09 No.34193004 Report
Quoted By: >>34193079
>>34192974
>go foraging in the forest with lyra after a few weeks of rain
>you look for mushrooms and wild berries
>she just tries to find spiders
>you look for wet tree stumps and moist, mossy patches
>she just looks for spider webs with condensation trapped on them
>you get tangled in every web possible
>she keeps finding big trumpets with holes nibbled out of them yet with no spoodlers living in the cavities