Lyra [ Foot Fetish, Humanized, Prose]

You are Lyra Heartstrings, expert on everything about humans! Well... Almost everything. You still haven't found a spell that could transform you into a human. Twilight doubted the existance of such a spell, but you'll prove her wrong. You'll prove everypony wrong and turn yourself human! And when you do, Anon will finally love you the way you want him too!

 

You remember the first time you met Anon, when he had just showed up at the outskirts of Ponyville. Everypony else had been scared, but not you! No, you were as excited as you could be that you finally had the chance to meet a human. Anon himself had turned out to be everything you dreamed your human would be; strong, soft spoken, kind, quick with a joke and so exotically attractive...

 

He was amazed at everything you knew about his species, even more so when you revealed that he was supposed to be a myth. You quickly became the best of friends, spending almost every minute of free time together. That was, until you admitted your love for him. Anon had, not unkindly, explained  to you that he was  uncomfortable with the idea of being with a pony. Since then, there's been a slight awkwardness between the two of you. But you're going to fix that, because you're going to find a spell to turn yourself human And so, that is why today, you have locked yourself in your room with every book on magical transformation you could find. If you can't find a spell, perhaps you can create one!

 

After spending several hours reading everything, and trying out spells on yourself, you glance up at your mirror. A mint green diamond dog stares back at you, and you giggle. Perhaps it's time to take a break for lunch... And to see Bonbon. Awkwardly walking out of your room and heading down to the kitchen, you find your housemate busy making a pair of daisy sandwiches. Almost regretting what you're about to do, you sit yourself down behind her, and put on a shit eating grin. A few minutes later, Bonbon, still oblivious to your presence, finishes preparing the food. "Lyra," she calls out, turning around,  "I made you a sandwi- OH SWEET CELESTIA A MONSTER!" Bonbon jumps in fear and begins to bolt, but you quickly reach out and grab her in your paws, giggling uncontrollably. "Bonbon, calm down, it's just me!"

 

You tightly grip the mare as she slowly calms down, the panicked look in her eyes slowly being replaced by one of anger. "You... You idiot!" She screeches, pounding on your chest with a hoof. "Why would you do that to me!?" Unable to stop smiling, you release Bonbon, reaching over her to grab your sandwich, you take bite, chewing slowly before answering. "Well, I just thought I would get you back for that Nightmare Night prank last year..." Scowling at you, she picks up her own plate, before storming off to the living room, muttering about you being so immature. In a good mood despite having essentially wasted your morning, you quickly finish your sandwich before heading back to your room for an afternoon of more experimentation.

 

Hours later, after having gone through hundreds of spells, you think you've finally managed to work out a spell that will achieve your goal. It's a good thing too, because you are exhausted, your body is starting to get sore from all the transformations you've put it through. You slowly stand up from your position on the bed, slightly nervous at the prospect of creating and testing a spell on yourself. Charging up your horn, you close your eyes and focus on every detail of what you are about to cast, before releasing the spell. A slight tingling sensation comes over your entire body, going from hot, to cold, and back again, before dissipating. A sudden rush of weakness flows through you, and you collapse down on the bed, cold and shivering. Barely having the energy to move, you crawl under the blanket, and pass out shortly afterwards.

 

When you next open your eyes, you notice early morning light filtering in through your window, and realize that you must have slept through the night after passing out. Yawning hugely, you bring your hand up to cover your mouth, and arch your back as you stretch. You're in the middle of rubbing your eyes when it hits you. Hands. You have hands! All vestiges of sleep are burned away as your eyes snap open, eagerly examining the five fingered appendages attached to your arms. Once done admiring them, your gaze latches on to the rest of your body, which has been entirely transformed into... A human.

 

You did it! You finally managed to cast a spell that would turn you into a human! Of course, you DID have to create it yourself, but that simply makes your success even more satisfying. The next few minutes are spent admiring your new shape, your hands exploring every inch of your body. The lack of a coat and tail are unnerving to you, your missing horn even more so, but you'll worry about that in a little while, right now, it's time to celebrate the fact that you're human!

 

A half hour later, you are finally comfortable enough with your new body to attempt standing up. sitting up in bed, you turn around, setting your feet on the floor. You wiggle your toes and suppress a giggle, still amazed that you actually succeeded. "Okay Lyra, now, stand up, just like you practised..." Pushing yourself up, you stand unsteadily, trying to balance yourself. Taking an unsure step towards the mirror, you stumble and nearly fall, catching yourself on your night stand and standing up straight to look in the mirror. A naked human female stands in front of you, meeting your gaze. As you stare, you reach your hand up and run it through your short mint green and white hair, a pleased smile adorning your lips. "You finally did it Lyra, now you just have to make yourself pretty for Anon, and he's as good as yours!" Clapping excitedly, your eyes are drawn to your chest, where your breasts are bouncing from the motion. You grab them and squeeze experimentally, hoping Anon will like them as much as you do.

 

After almost an hour of admiring yourself and getting used to walking on two feet, you exit your room and head downstairs for breakfast, finding Bonbon sitting at the table eating breakfast. You cough to get her attention, and when she looks up at you, her jaw drops. "Y-y-you did it! I can't believe it! You actually did it!" Nodding and grinning at your housemate, you spin in place, showing yourself off to her. "What do you think?" Still staring wide eyed at you, Bonbon tries to answer, but seems unable to form a sentence aside from an incredulous "I can't believe it.."

 

Leaving your friend to her food, you set about the kitchen, preparing yourself something to eat while admiring the ease with which your hands can do things. As you work, a cool breeze blows in through the window, and you shiver, feeling colder than you usually do. Maybe you should go see Rarity for some clothes after breakfast, and have her make you something nice, something pretty for Anon. As you settle down at the table, you notice that you forgot your plate on the counter, and unconsciously use your magic to levitate it over to you. As the magic dissipates, you blink at the plate, surprised that you managed that without your horn. Upon further reflection, you simply shrug. If you still have magic, so much the better.

 

After a quick meal of apple flavoured oats, you head out the door, and begin making your way to Rarity's boutique, intent on making an impression on your human when you go see him later. Along the way, everypony who's path you cross turns their head to stare at you, some of them making startled sounds as they realize exactly who and what you are. When the boutique is in sight, you are accosted by none other than Twilight, who stares at you wide eyed. "How did you do it?! How did you turn yourself human?!" Smiling, you pat the purple unicorn's head, causing her to look at you in frustration. "Can this wait Twilight? I kind of have something important to do today, and I can explain the spell to you tomorrow." Twilight shakes her head vigorously, stamping a hoof on the ground. "No no no no! This is probably the most important magic breakthrough in centuries! You have to tell me!" Shaking your head at her, you scratch behind her ear, like Anon used to do to you. "Tomorrow Twilight, it can wait." Looking almost angry with you, she nonetheless relents, and allows you to continue. You shiver again as another breeze wafts across your body, reminding you that you really need some clothing.

 

Managing to reach Rarity's boutique without further incident, you knock at the door, flinching in pain as your knuckles come into contact with the wood. you gingerly rub your pained appendage with the uninjured one as you wait for Rarity, making the decision to be more careful about things like that in the future. You aren't, after all, a pony any more. After waiting a few minutes, you knock at the door again, more gently. This time, you receive a response in the form of Rarity's voice. "I shan't be but a moment darling, I apologize for my delay."

"Not a problem, Miss Rarity, take your time," you reply, looking down and admiring yourself once more as you wait.

 

Soon enough, the sound of hooves reaches your ears from the open window, and the door is opened by the alabaster fashionista. "I am so terribly sorry for the delay miss... Lyra? Is that truly you?" Nodding and smiling, you spread your arms and spin around, as you did with Bonbon. Rarity manages a small "Oh my," but nothing more. Waving a hand before her to break her stare, you chuckle. "Could I bother you for a short time and ask for some clothes? I'm kind of cold like this..." Rarity’s eyes widen and she ushers you in. “Oh of course dear! In fact, I shall make you an entire outfit! Free of charge! I AM the Element of Generosity after all...” Shaking your head and smiling, you follow the dressmaker.

 

When you walk out nearly an hour later, wearing a pair of pants and a shirt similar to the clothes Anon wears, albeit with a much more feminine look, you nod in satisfaction. Feeling much warmer than earlier, you decide that perhaps you could buy Anon something nice, as an apology for making him uncomfortable. It certainly couldn't hurt your chances with him. With that thought in mind, you set a course for Sugarcube Corner. Being such good friends with the human has made you privy to some of his likes and dislikes, and you know for a fact that triple chocolate cake happens to be Anon’s greatest weakness.

 

When you arrive at the bakery some time later, having been accosted by quite a few ponies, you open the door to find the place packed. That, of course, didn't stop Pinkie from letting out an overly large gasp and zooming almost unbelievably fast to you. “Ohmygosh! Someone new! And you’re just like Nony! You know what this calls for? A PARTY! I'm Pinkie Pie by the way I work here but I also throw the most super stupendous amazingly fun parties in all of Pony-” You quickly muffle the pink party pony, making her giggle. “No, Pinkie, I’m not new,. It’s just me, Lyra.” Pinkie’s eyes widen in realisation and she nods excitedly, but you keep your hand over her mouth. “No Pinkie, no parties, no music, no celebrations, none of that. At least, not right now. I’m just here to pick up a chocolate cake for Anon, can you do that for me?” Pinkie’s ears droop slightly at the thought of not throwing a party, but she smiles at you. “One extra chocolaty super duper delicious cake coming right up!” Quick as that, the pink earth pony is back to her cheery self and off to fulfil your order.

 

You exit Sugarcube Corner some time later, floating the big box of cake behind you, and wondering what you could do to kill time while waiting for Anon to finish work at Sweet Apple Acres. Just as you're musing on this topic, fate throws a blue, pony-shaped wrecking ball directly in your path. Groaning in pain, you sit back up, only to see, to your dismay, that Rainbow Dash’s crash landing ended with her face first in the cake box. Judging by the sounds coming from said box, the chromatic pegasus is none the worse for wear, and seems to be enjoying herself at the expense of your purchase. Extracting her chocolate frosting covered head from the box, Dash look at you apologetically. “I, uh, I'm sorry, miss...” The annoyed expression on your face is mirrored in your tone as you reply. “Lyra, and thanks for eating half of Anon’s cake for him Dash.” A surprised and horrified expression flitters across Rainbow’s face as she both recognizes you and realizes her mistake. “Oh no! I'm sorry Lyra, I didn't mean to ruin your cake... I really didn't, promise!” You wave off her apology, a smile already returning to your face. “Don’t worry about it, it wasn't that important anyway.”

 

You end up giving the remains of the cake to Rainbow Dash, and she happily thanks you before flying off with it, most likely to go eat it on a cloud. You really aren't mad at her for ruining the cake, though it would have been nice to give it to Anon. Besides, if tonight goes the way you hope, he’ll be eating something very different from chocolate cake... A pleasant shiver goes down your spine at the thought. Once again finding yourself with nothing to do, minus the cake, you decide to go back home and read to kill the time.

 

You are Anonymous, the only human in Equestria. Of course, being the only human doesn't preclude you from having to work, which is why you are currently at Sweet Apple Acres, using a rubber mallet to ‘buck’ the farm’s eponymous fruit from the trees. It isn't a bad job, even though it’s pretty physically demanding, and you enjoy working alongside the Apple family, who were kind enough to allow you to live on the farm, even helping you to build a small house on a plot of unused land. You are broken from your thoughts by a sudden call of “Hey Anonymous!” Turning around, you see Applebloom, along with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, running towards you, wearing their little capes. You smile and drop your mallet as the girls leap into our arms, giggling happily. You smile and hug them, before putting them down. “So girls, what did you get up to today?” It’s become an almost daily ritual, the three excitable fillies seeking you out to tell you about their day as you work, with you occasionally suggesting stuff.

 

The trio bounce excidetly and answer in unison:”We tried to be Cutie Mark Crusader DAREDEVILS!” Shaking your head, you grin down at them. “And how did that go?” You reply, already knowing the answer. Scootaloo reluctantly answers as the other two just smile sheepishly. “Well, we tried all riding on my scooter and jumping the pond in the park... But we ended up landing in the middle, and my scooter sank to the bottom... But we got it back by trying to be Cutie Mark Crusader Scuba divers!” You chuckle at her enthusiasm. “And did you get your cutie marks in scuba diving?” Applebloom shakes her head sadly. “Nope, we didn’t.” Sweetie Belle looks up at you questioningly. “Do you know what you we could try to do for our cutie marks Anon?”

 

You put on an exaggerated thoughtful look, and the fillies lean forward, excited smiles on their faces. “Wellll, you could always try helping me out around the farm..” You grin at the identical expressions of annoyance before continuing. “...But I get the feeling you wouldn’t like that. So how about you try something different, like helping Twilight at the library?” The trio stares at you in confusion, and Scootaloo has a distastful look on her face. “Librarians? But that sounds boring!” Luckily, you expected that, and you know just what to say. “Well, Rainbow Dash likes reading...” As soon as the words are out of your mouth Scootaloo is off, dragging the other two behind her and chattering about how being a librarian is probably the best thing ever. Mentally apologizing to Twilight, you pick up your mallet and get back to work, eager to finish and head home for an evening of relaxation. And so, less than an hour later, you’ve finished work for the day, and  you walk through the door to your house, immediately heading for the shower and removing your clothes on the way there.

 

Standing under the hot jet of water, you take you time washing up, enjoying the relaxing feeling of having the sweat and grime of the day’s work cleaned away. When you finish up, you turn off the water, and wrap your towel around your waist after drying off. Heading downstairs to the kitchen, you peruse through your fridge and cupboards, trying to find something decent to cook for supper. Of course, since there isn’t any meat, you settle for what hasbecome one of your staple meals here in Equestria: Pasta. Specifically, spaghetti with some tomato sauce. You throw together the ingredients and get them started cooking, popping up to your room quickly to get dressed.

 

Once your meal is ready, and you sit down to eat, it occurs to you that you haven’t heard from Lyra for the past two days, which is odd, because you usually see her every day. Of course, her recent confession of love to you has caused some awkwardness between you, which could explain why she’s been distant recently. You felt bad for rejecting her advances, you really did, because you cared for Lyra more than anyone else in Equestria. But you couldn’t bring yourself to think of an actual romantic relationship with a pony, it was just too... Weird, for you. Still, maybe you should do something special for her, to show her how good a friend she’s been for you. As you get up from the table and wash your plate, thinking of what you could do, a knock at the door grabs your attention, and you make your way to the door, wondering who it is. You open the door hoping that it isn’t Twilight come to berate you for sending the CMC to her, but your heart skips a beat and your mouth goes dry as you see your visitor. A human. A female human. A petite, beautiful female human. “You look surprised to see me Anon, I didn’t know you missed by so much!” The girl giggles and your eyes snap up to meet hers, recognizing the voice instantly. Staring back at you, with an amused expression on her face, is none other than... “L-lyra?”

 

You are Lyra again. And you can’t help but smile at the completely shocked expression on Anon’s face. His mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water, and you can almost hear the gears in his brain working to comprehend what his eyes are seeing. Still smiling, you reach out and lay a hand on his chest, pushing him aside and letting yourself into his house. Anon follows you to the living room silently, seemingly incapable of speech. As you sit on the couch, with him taking a seat in the chair opposite you, he finally regains the ability to speak. “H-h-how? How did you do it?” Smirking in a satisfied way, you wink at him. “It’s a secret. But how doesn’t matter, what DOES matter is that I did it for you.” His brows furrow. “For me? But... Why?” “Because I love you Anon, and I wanted to make you happy,” you answer with a smile, “and I’ve always wanted my own hands...” He chuckles at your answer, before getting up to come sit next to you. “I don’t know what to say... And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do something for you that is half as amazing s this... But thank you Lyra, I love you too.” Before you can react, he leans over and locks lips with you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. You squeal in surprise, but quickly recover and return his kiss passionately, your own arms coming up to circle his neck.

 

When you break the kiss after nearly a minute, Anon smiles down at you “I just have one more question: Why aren’t you wearing any shoes?” Following his gaze down to your bare feet, you smile sheepishly. “Well, when I went to ask Rarity to make me some clothes, I didn’t think to ask about that, since we don’t usually wear shoes. I kind of regret it though, since my feet are sore from walking all day now...” Anon’s expression becomes unreadable, and you hear him keeping a carefully neutral tone when he asks “Would you like me to massage them for you?” You stare at him wide eyed. “You want to... To massage my feet? like... With your hands?” Anon chuckles, somewhat nervously, and runs his fingers through your hair. “Well, yes, a massage is generally done with hands Lyra. So, would you like it?” You tremble in excitement and anticipation, the thought of Anon’s hands rubbing your body turning you on. “Of course! I-I mean... Yes.. I’d like that a lot..” You smile at each other, and you see the same excitement in Anon’s eyes as he picks you up. “Of course... You’ll have to wash them first, since you’ve been walking around all day...”

 

Ten minutes later, after having cleaned up in Anon’s bathtub, you are reclined on his bed, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watch him sit down near your feet, legs crossed. He reaches out and delicately lifts one of your slender legs, seemingly unsure of himself now that he’s actually about to go through with it.  Well?" You wiggle your toes teasingly, “am I going to have to wait all night?” Anon looks up at you and rolls his eyes, grinning, before shifting your foot in his grip and pressing his thumbs against your sole. You let out a satisfied groan as he starts to work out all the soreness and tension with his hands, your eyes closing and your head dropping back against his pillow. You can’t even describe the sensations you’re feeling, but you do know one thing: Feet are much, much more sensitive than hooves.

 

Anon continues his massage, and you open an eye to find his eyes glued to your foot in his hands. Smiling slightly, you wiggle your toes at him again, and to your surprise, he reacts by jumping as if shocked, and looks up at you with wide eyes. Trying your best to look cute, and to hide your mounting arousal, you put on an innocent tone and ask: “Could you do the other one? It hurts too you know.” Anon gulps audibly and lowers your foot, which you intentionally place on his crossed legs, before taking your other one and giving it the same treatment as the former. You close your eyes again, focusing on the feeling of his strong, calloused fingers working the pain and tension from the bottom of your foot. His hands are exactly as you had imagined them hundreds of times before: firm, yet gentle, and your mind begins to wander as you imagine them moving across the rest of your body.

Your back arches slightly as you unconsciously press yourself against the phantom hands, and your breath comes in shallow gasps as you are slowly overcome with desire. extending your free leg, you reach out and press your toes gainst Anon’s crotch, and moan in surprise to feel his shaft already hard in his pants. Opening your eyes, you meet his Anon’s gaze. He is breathing heavily, and his groan is one of animalistic need when you begin rubbing your foot up and down slowly against his cock. “You like my feet don’t you Anon?” He wordlessly nods as you apply more pressure. “That’s good, because I like them too... They’re so much more sensitive than hooves...” Pulling your other foot from Anon’s grip, you lower it to join the other one. “Tell you what, since you took such good care of my feet, I’ll use them to take care of you, how does that sound?” Anon moans in pleasure as you press his cock between your toes. “P-please Lyra..” You smile seductively at him, amused at his compliance. It seems you found his fetish...

 

You are Anon, and you’re in metaphorical heaven. You’ve been rubbing Lyra’s beautiful feet for a good ten minutes now, and she’s just offered to use them and give your dick the same treatment. A prospect you are extremely pleased with, since you have been turned on ever since you sat down on the bed. Judging by Lyra’s actions in the past few minutes, you’re more than sure that she is just as aroused as you, if not more. An involuntary groan escapes your mouth and your friend giggles at you. “Well, go on then, take off your pants if you want this so much!” Not needing to be told twice, you stand up, removing and discarding both your jeans and boxers, revealing your rock hard shaft to the girl in your bed.

 

Lyra moans in pleasure when she sees your cock, and scoots herself closer, allowing her to reach out with her legs and press her feet on either side of your cock. You screw your eyes closed in pleasure as she awkwardly starts stroking your shaft, but force them open seconds later and look down as you feel something wet against the tip of your cock. Your knees almost buckle when you see that Lyra has bent herself amlost in half, sucking the tip of your cock into her mouth as she continues stroking the rest of your shaft, using her toes now. Looking up and seeing what is no doubt and expression of complete and utter shock on your face, Lyra laughs. “I was flexible, even for  pony, and it seems I still am.” With that, she returns her mouth to your dick, and moans happily when it twitches in pleasure.

 

Desire slowly builds up inside you as Lyra pleasures you with both her feet and her mouth, and when she stops sucking, you react by quickly grabbing her and pinning her down on the bed, kissing her roughly and ripping her shirt open, popping the buttons and exposing the bare skin beneath. Lyra struggles for only a moment before melting beneath you, and you begin kissing her neck, slowly working your way down. When you reach her breasts, you teasingly run your tongue around one of her nipples, making her whimper in pleasure. licking your way to her other breast, you instead take this nipple between your teeth, and bite down lightly, making Lyra cry out.

 

Your kisses eventually trail down her flat, smooth belly, and you reach her pants which impede your progress downward. Glancing up, you look into her beautiful amber eyes, and reach your hands up, hooking your fingers into her waistband and pulling them down. Lyra lifts her hips as you slide her pants off, exposing her beautifully toned legs. After tossing the obstructing clothing aside, instead of resuming your previous position, you grasp Lyra’s ankle, and begin kissing your way up, starting from her foot and making your way to her thigh. Just before reaching her lower lips, however, you release her leg and repeat the process with her other.

 

Lyra whimpers in frustration as you continually tease her in this manner, denying her the release she desperately craves. “An-n-non... Please... Stop teasing me...” Smiling up at the pent up girl, you acquiese, and bring your head down to her pussy, sucking her clit between your lips. Lyra cries out and curls her fingers into your hair as she bucks her hips up, grinding against your face. you slide your hands beneath her and squeeze her firm ass, holding her up as you plunge your tongue in and out of her. A shiver of pleasure runs through you as the former mare rests her feet on your back, and you redouble your efforts at pleasing her.

 

Lyra’s moans get louder and louder as she approaches her orgasm, and you replace your tongue inside her with a finger, once again latching onto her clit and sucking hard. The effect is instantaneous: Lyra lets out a scream, arching her back, and your mouth is filled with her juices as she cums hard, her fingers gripping your hair tight. Her minty taste and the feeling of her toes curling into your back drives your lust even higher, and once she collapses back onto the bed, you climb up,  bringing your mouth to her and kissing her passionately.

 

“That was... Wow, that was intense..” Lyra pants as she releases your hair, instead draping her arms around your neck. Smiling down and her, you press your hips down, sliding the length of your cock against her wet slit. “I’m not done with you yet Lyra...” Her eyes widen in surprise, and you reach down to guide your member into her tight folds, before hilting yourself inside of her. “Oh sweet Celestia... More Anon... Fuck me hard!” Not needing to be told twice, you pull out slowly, leaving only the tip of your cock inside Lyra, before roughly thrusting in again.

 

Knowing that you won’t last long, you start to fuck her as hard and as fast as you can, your hips making lewd slapping sounds as they come into contact with hers. Her soft moans and cries in your ears tear away your inhibitions and you find yourself biting down on her neck, to which she responds by raking her nails down your back. “Ohhh Anon.. Yes, yes, yes!” Lyra’s already tight pussy clamps down on your cock, holding it in a vise like grip. You only manage a few more thrusts before your own orgasm is upon you. You hilt inside Lyra, groaning loudly as you pump your seed into her. When you finish, you collapse on top of your lover, spent. Lyra squeals in protest as her face is pressed against your chest, and you roll to the side, chuckling. “Sorry about that..” Lyra just smiles up at you. “That’s fine,  I quite enjoyed myself... In fact,” she continues, hooking a leg around your waist, “I’m pretty sure I’ll be enjoying myself again tonight.” You return her smile, running a hand through her hair. “Considering what you did for me... You can enjoy yourself any time you like Lyra.” The former pony smiles seductively at you, and pushes you down on your back before climbing and straddling your waist. “I’m glad to hear that Anon. I hope you didn’t plan on sleeping tonight...”

 

‘Oh boy..’