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- Shorts I've done for the Lyra thread. New shorts will be added from the top. Unless spaced by "--" these aren't meant to have any hard continuity.
- Anonymous 12/10/20(Thu)08:51:17 No.36263677
- >Your ears twist and turn as you step into the house, a hoof working its way into the scarf around your neck to loosen it.
- >...
- >It's oddly quiet.
- >The unlit fireplace doesn't do much for the nerves either, making it hard to see.
- >Lyra wouldn't just sit in the cold like this.
- >Your eyes won't adjust to the dark for a good while, so you'll have to rely on other senses for clues.
- >To the average villager, it wouldn't be so much of a big deal.
- >It's a time to sit down, relax, and talk with a herd about your day in the comfort of their own home.
- >To you, however, it's you at your most vulnerable.
- >And something is wrong.
- >Where's the wild sounds of trotting and tumbling, the boisterous laughter, the texture of stray oats trailing form the kitchen?
- >Did she go out without saying anything?
- >No, she's usually waiting here to nudge you back onto your hooves when you want to rest after making candy all day.
- >Snout close to the floor, you begin to search for your mint green roommate.
- >The matches in the living area are missing too.
- >How many times do you have to tell her to put things back where she found them?
- >Tentatively, you make your way to Lyra's room, a smell working it's way into your snout.
- >It's Lyra's scent, and... a stallion?
- >No, something different.
- >Something foreign, though you think you have a good idea as to who's.
- Anonymous 12/10/20(Thu)08:52:18 No.36263678
- >>36263677 (You)
- >Nuzzling your way through her door, which is thankfully lit on the other side, you see the two culprits on a seemingly too-small bed, curled up asleep partially under a thick blanket.
- >Looks like all those tall tales mommas tell their foals about sleeping alone is true.
- >A big predator really did snatch Lyra up because she slept alone without other ponies to take watch.
- >Right, she mentioned he was hairless over most of his body too, and that without insulation he was the warmest "cuddly buddy."
- >The human had both his fore-arms around her securely, one of his weird claws over her muzzle, a little tongue poking out here and there to lick the individual digits.
- >Her ear flicks as Anon's breath tickles the back of it, making a motion to lightly swat him on his tiny foal-like snout.
- >And next to them on the bedside table are the matches you’re looking for.
- >Snorting you canter over to the bedside table, not making an effort to be quiet.
- >Predators tend to sleep more soundly, and for many times longer than a pony.
- >And Lyra is... Lyra.
- >Not to snuff the hearth, but unicorns are unusually eccentric, especially those weirdos that never leave their mountains, and none more than Lyra.
- >Even the way she sits and grazes is weird.
- >As you get close, you find Lyra's muzzle has escaped from the hold, twisting around up to try and hit the human's face with a stray lick.
- >Deftly, and still asleep, the human's chin tilts up, narrowly avoiding it.
- >With a low grunt his claw grabs and rubs her muzzle once more, now you realize it's to stop the sleepy grooming.
- >The human hums, pressing his face into her thick winter coat as he curls up around her, squeezing out a quiet whicker from Lyra.
- >Just like that they’re still again.
- >...They're both weirdos.
- >Swishing your tail, you make your leave.
- >Unlike the two of them, you’re freezing your girls off and have a fire to start.
- ----
- >You sigh, laying your head down on the front counter.
- >School isn't out for another few hours so the usual customers are nowhere to be seen yet.
- >No special orders for any dates or gifts.
- >The Cakes haven't commissioned any candy structures for any special pastries either.
- >Maybe it wouldn't hurt to close your eyes for a second-
- >”Heya, Bonnie.”
- >Your head shoots up to Lyra, who's sporting an innocent grin.
- >...
- >Too innocent.
- ”Anon, if I catch one of your weird claws in one of my jars I'm going to bite them.”
- >Your ears flick back to a quiet grunt and some fumbling behind you as the human backs off.
- >"H-hey now, horsie. We were just messing around."
- >Stupid predators and their quiet hoofsteps.
- >Even with his human shoes and being a good head taller than a minotaur, you didn't even hear him sneaking up behind you.
- >If you weren't used to dealing with them prowling around in your last job, with much deadlier intentions, he might have gotten away with it.
- >Guess that 6th sense you picked up for these things never really goes unlearned.
- >"Aww, I was sure that would work." Lyra frowns.
- >Road apples, where did you put your broom?
- "Maybe you can abuse Anon's physiology for other things than stealing candy from my shop."
- >"I do! Hey, Anon do that weird thing you do with my tail."
- >You wheel around, tucking your tail in and pressing your rump against the counter.
- >He just looks at you with his stupid smile as you force your ears and head upright.
- >If it's anything else you learned from your last job is that ear pinning and bowing your head comes off as submissive when it comes to predators.
- >That's the last thing you want to convey to this irritating human.
- >You definitely don't care for whatever it is Anon can do with or around a pony's tail.
- >You're pretty sure you don't want to know either.
- >"Come on, Bonnie. It'll feel weird but it won't hurt, I promise."
- >"Yeah, Bon. I got magic hands."
- >You pause, ears flicking between the troublemakers.
- >They wouldn't do anything too untoward or mean spirited but being around them, especially Anon, makes the fur on your withers stand up on end.
- "If I agree to this... whatever it is. Do you promise you'll leave my shop?"
- >They both nod.
- >You sigh, and slowly turn around, keeping the big human in your peripherals as he kneels down behind you.
- "If I feel anything under my tail, I'll buck."
- >The human's face flushes at that.
- >"Th-there's nothing under there that I want to touch, you grumpy horse."
- >You snort and roll your eyes at that.
- >You've seen him looking at Lyra's butt a lot when he thinks no one's looking.
- >Honestly they should just rut already.
- >Maybe then they'll stop causing so much trouble, and your oats will remain safe.
- >You still don't know how she even-
- >Your hind leg reflectively stomps when you feel the human grab your tail, under the end of your last tailbone.
- >"Easy, there. Bon."
- >He places another hand on top of your rump making the rest of your body tense, your tail begging to be clamped back down.
- >"It's easier if you relax, Bonnie."
- "I doubt it."
- >You don't know how she can relax with this big human hugging and grabbing her all the time.
- >Unlike her you and most other ponies actually have preservation instincts.
- >Still, if it's to get these two out of your shop...
- >You sigh and do your best to relax, letting the human have free reign of your tail
- >Anon moves for a bit, then pushes you with one claw on your rump, while gently pulling on the tale with the other.
- >You're not sure about-
- >Pop, pop, pop.
- >You reflectively nicker, nearly falling over as pressure you didn't even know you had in your tail and lower back releases.
- >That- huhh.
- >What in sun’s rays was that?
- >And why does it feel so nice?
- >Anon grabs your hips and steadies your hoofing for you, before chuckling and giving you a light pat on your cutie mark.
- >Lyra grins too, making some weird gesture to Anon.
- >”Alright, we should get going. Bye Bonnie!”
- >”Yeah, we got a lot of important human and horse things to do. Later, Bon.”
- >You shake your head, slowly coming to.
- >Ohh, they’re gone.
- >Finally, now you can get some-
- >You’re pretty sure the jar of caramels was full to the brim the last you checked.
- >When you get your hooves on them...
- --
- >"Youuu...."
- >You and Anon whip your heads around to see Bonnie, in what you assume is her old spy outfit.
- >It would be really cool to see if she didn't look super angry.
- >How did she find you so quickly?
- >You prop yourself up on Anon's shoulders to nicker at your friend.
- >At least, you hope she remembers you're friends right now.
- >It's not like you haven't stolen food from her before.
- >You swallow the sweet creamy evidence in your muzzle just in case.
- "H-heya, Bonnie," you say,
- >"Why're you wearin' that onesie, Bonathan?" Anon asks, pushing the caramel in his mouth around with his tongue.
- >... Of course Anon wouldn't make this easy.
- >Bon stomps her hoof and swishes her tail.
- >"My name isn't Bonathan!"
- >Ha! she didn't say it wasn't a onesie.
- >Horseapples, Bonbon saw you chuckle.
- >Anon turns, your eyes meeting with a silent agreement.
- >Run.
- >Before you and Anon can even get on your hooves, in one swift motion Bonnie tugs a bolo off her withers and throws it to Anon's legs.
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- Anonymous Sun 22 Nov 2020 05:53:32 No.36189035 Report
- >>36189034
- >With a yelp he fumbles and topples over.
- "A-Anon!"
- >"Lyra!" Anon throws the bag of caramels to you, which you catch in your magic. "Go on without me."
- "No way."
- >You whinny in frustration, that Anon would think for a second you'd let him take the flack.
- >Bonners tries to run you down, but Anon grabs at her waist as she runs past him.
- >The human easily grapples her and uses his weight to pin her down, even without his hind legs.
- >...He's got her now, but he's probably going to get bit for that.
- >As if reading your mind, Bonnie tries at one of his fingers, causing the human to grunt and hook one of his arms around her neck, trying to get a better hold.
- >"Just go, you stubborn mare." He snaps, picking up a stray pinecone and tossing it in your direction.
- >With another winny, you rear up and make your escape.
- >Bonnie probably won't hurt him too bad.
- >A-and you’ll be sure to save Anon at least half of the caramels.
- >Honor among oat thieves, and all.
- >"Lyra, I'm going to make you pull taffy for the next MONTH if you don't get your flank back here."
- >You only hope she takes it easier on Anon.
- ----
- >You are Lyra heartstrings.
- >A mare on a mission, running an experiment for the benefit of ponykind.
- >Your alien friend is lying belly down, pretending to sleep.
- >Normally he was very sleepy, sometimes out for 8-9 whole hours.
- >But this time you knew he’s faking it.
- >You knew because his fingers twitched when he heard you eat a bowl of oats right next to him.
- >His oats.
- >And if it's anything you've learned so far, even if his facial expressions can be hard to read, the hands are always a sure give away on how he's feeling and stuff.
- >They make 'Non a completely open book.
- >Not that you’d tell him that.
- >Anyways, you’re standing on his upper back, where the withers would be if he were a pony.
- >Alternating pressure between your hooves, the human was completely placid.
- >It makes his back pop here and there.
- >Which scared you at first.
- >He then makes odd sounds, something between a growl and moan.
- >A groan, you think you'll call it.
- >Which also scared you at first...
- >You thought it might mean pain or anger, but apparently it's the human version of a nicker.
- >You're still at it, nuzzling into his back with a stray lick here and there, in an attempt to groom him.
- >Like usual, during grooming he fidgets.
- >He can act like such a little colt, making a big fuss when licked or getting their mane monched on.
- >This time, however, because you found that one spot that makes him human nicker- groan, he doesn't fight back.
- >reaching down, you nibble his back, which brings back the nice sounds.
- >His muscles tense and relax as he feels teeth scratch at his bare skin.
- >You lean over to see his face off to the side.
- >He sighs, keeping his eyes closed as he melts into his too-hard mattress, a dopey smile on his face.
- >The human even reaches up, grabbing and squeezing at his sheets.
- >Yeah.
- >He's enjoying that.
- >You’re definitely going to remember that one next time he tries to incapacitate you with belly rubs.
- >Let's see...
- >He likes his back scritched a whole lot, and not so much his tummy.
- >He doesn't mind you walking on top of him, and even seems to love it.
- >He doesn't like grooming, but likes grooming others, namely yourself with brushes and stuff.
- >Maybe he's opposite to a pony in other ways too.
- >You reach up and nibble the rim of one of his ears.
- >His breath hitches, the muscles on his neck, arms, and back shuddering, a stray hand feeling out for your muzzle.
- >"-Hell's that?"
- >You nuzzle and lick at his knuckles with a nicker.
- "Never mind, me 'Non. Just running an important experiment."
- >With a grunt and a small thankful rub on your muzzle, the human relaxes once more, nary a protest.
- >He definitely liked that too.
- >That explains him trying to grab pony's ears sometimes.
- >You had to explain that ponies don't really like that.
- >Not that you mind.
- >You know humans get all grabby when they're being friendly, and that makes it pleasurable enough for you.
- >Too bad not many of the other ponies believe you.
- >Okay, what else can you test out?
- >...
- >Right! Ponies don't like their eyes messed with.
- >You roll off his back and hop to your hooves, moving around to face Anon.
- >"What in the lord's-"
- >Before you even finish what you're doing, a hand shoots out to grab one of your hind legs on the opposite side of him, then pulling really fast causing you to flop down like a sack of flour with a startled whinny.
- >He then pushes himself up and reaches over you, making it hard to stand back up.
- >Uhh-Ohh.
- >Now you've made him mad, and he's grabbed and pinned you before you could run away.
- >Should have eaten more carrots.
- >"That's enough experiments out of you, you little weirdo."
- >He slips an arm under your barrel and rolls onto his side with you, pulling you close.
- >...
- >And with that, it seems he's all sleepy again.
- >Maybe it was a bit silly to think Anon liked everything opposite to a pony.
- >Humans definitely do not like getting their eyeballs licked.
- >Satisfied for now, you kick your hooves to turn around, burying your muzzle into the nape of his neck.
- >Maybe you can be sleepy with him for once.
- --
- Anonymous 11/16/20(Mon)00:43:38 No.36160408
- >You scan the park at a brisk trot, ears tilting here and there and saying the odd hello to ponies that pass by.
- >Ohh, there he is.
- >Your human is laying on his back with his arms behind his head, basking in the sunlight.
- >Maybe if you're real quiet, you can-
- >"Hey, Lye."
- "Aww, how'd you know I was here?"
- >He looks at you, a small grin on his face.
- >"Hooves."
- >Right... you kind of wish you could sneak up on ponies as well as Anon.
- >Maybe you can ask Boners.
- >Heh, Boners.
- >The human closes his eyes, nestling all comfy in the autumn leaves.
- >"Plus you got this special way of walkin'. A bit more bouncy than the average little horse."
- >Huhh, you've never heard a pony identify somepony else through their gait.
- >Must be a human thing.
- >Probably because they don't smell as good as a pony.
- >You canter up to him, kicking up some dirt before rolling around on your back
- >As usual, you end up failing to keep your balance and end up using Anon as support.
- >How does he do this so effortlessly?
- >You're pulled from your thoughts as Anon takes that as a cue to bury his fingers into your belly, a nicker slipping out.
- >"Your winter coat's grown in."
- "Yep. You don't get one?"
- >"Nahh, I think my hair'll get darker some. That's about it."
- >At least that's similar to ponies.
- >Your coat always gets a bit darker and more vibrant than it is during the summer.
- >Being a purebred Canterlot unicorn, your winter coat grows a good bunch longer than the local flat land dirt ponies too, which Anon seems to be enjoying.
- >It's a real shame you'll have to share it with him some more with a whole bunch of cuddles this winter.
- >It's a tough job but somepony's gotta do it.
- >No wonder he's bundled up in that jacket-
- "Wait a minute..."
- >You roll back onto your hooves to smell around his torso with another short nicker, before burying your muzzle in Anon's jacket.
- >Occasionally he'll leave some carrots and peppermints on hoof for you to pilfer.
- >Luckily, this is one of those times.
- >The human chuckles, grabbing at one of your ears and tossing it around.
- >Ohh yeah?
- >You snort, and nibble his ears back, causing his face to flush.
- >Though he quickly relaxes as you nuzzle and groom him, even lightly dozing off.
- >If not for the treats snapping you out of it, he'd have you in such a position with his belly scritches right about now.
- >You knew these experiments were useful.
- >Some more ponies pass by, looking in awe that he’s been practically sedated with a simple bit of grooming in the right spot.
- >For some reason the town thinks Anon is as much of a grump as Bon is.
- >Which isn't true.
- >Anon isn't very expressive in the face, his body language otherwise is flipped upside down.
- >But he's probably friendlier than most ponies!
- >His language can seem pretty mean though...
- >Their loss.
- >Speaking of which, your experiments with human incapacitation have been progressing smoothly.
- >You've been muzzle-deep in research as of late, playing around with simple spell matrixes.
- >It reminds you of long study nights at Celestia's school.
- >When Anon ran his fingers through your mane a couple weeks ago, something clicked.
- >Humans probably do this together all the time.
- >Probably to eat ticks and things, you're not sure.
- >They eat some pretty gross things.
- >While you've gotten used to, and even prefer his method of grooming over a pony, to never feel the touch of another pony would make you feel sad.
- >Casting your spell, you summon a spectral "hand".
- >While it doesn't look like one- something you can refine later.
- >It should put the right amount of pressure in different points and feel like one.
- >A lot of trial and error was involved, but now it's close to where even you can't tell the difference.
- >Like, you had to get a butt load of headpats from Anon to work this out.
- >For research.
- >...
- >Okay, moment of truth.
- >With the golden yellow blob, you stroke Anon's scalp in much the same way he does you.
- >He jerks away from it, to your surprise, the silly human giving it a fearful look.
- "Shh, it's just me. Go back to sleep."
- >With a few blinks, he nestles in close, curling around you like a big cat.
- >"N-never thought I'd-" He chokes.
- >You... You've never seen Anon tear up.
- >You didn't even know humans could do that.
- >He snaps out of it with a reassuring nuzzle under his chin, accompanied by a soft whicker.
- >With a shuddering breath, he tightens his grip on you, almost clinging on defensively.
- >For you or for him, you're not sure.
- >As you continue stroking his mane- hair, he starts to lean into it, his grip relaxing.
- >If you had foals with Anon, would they want to seek comfort in the same way?
- >Not that you think about having foals with your best oat stealing buddy or anything.
- >You feel around in different areas too, "patting" him the same way he tries to do with ponies.
- >...Which you also had to explain that ponies don't like very much.
- >This puts that real nice smile back on his face, and he holds onto you lightly with his stray hands, a pulse of pressure going through his fingers.
- >According to your notes, this must be the pony equivalent of wiggling your snoot when something feels -really- good.
- >As you move it back up to rub his cheek, he thoughtlessly reaches for it, stopping near militrots away.
- >Why is he hesitating?
- >You close the distance, wrapping your magic around his hand.
- >The human cautiously grips it, turning beat red.
- >...This means you’re human married now, doesn’t it?
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