Lyra 2: Tugging The Heartstrings (Clop)

>You wake up the next morning to the sound of light snoring, and open your eyes to find Lyra's face inches from yours.

>She seems to be sleeping peacefully, so you quietly slip out of bed and place the covers back over her.

>Going through your morning routine, you head downstairs and ponder what to do.

>Today is Sunday, your day off.

>You never really know what to do when you have the day off, since you didn't have television or the internet to entertain you, like back on earth.

>You do have your phone though, and the variety of music stored within.

>Deciding that breakfast would be a good place to start, you head to the kitchen and take out the ingredients for pancakes.

>Can't let your delicious Caneighdian maple syrup go to waste.

>As you start pouring the ingredients into the bowl, you hit play on your phone.

[Youtube link here]

>You spend the next half hour making a massive stack of pancakes.

>Hey, you take care of yourself every other day, you can indulge once in a while.

>The sound of clopping hooves behind you announces the arrival of Lyra.

>You turn around with a smile.

"Morning."

>She looks at you with her own shy smile.

>"G-good morning Anon."

>Her gaze shifts focus to the stack of pancakes towering behind you.

>Her eyes grow as wide as dinner plates.

>"A-are you g-gonna eat all t-that?"

>You try to nod solemnly, but you can't help the grin that crosses your face.

"Of course not silly, it's for both of us."

>Splitting the stack in half, and pouring way more syrup than necessary, you both dig in.

>You finish your meal a few minutes later and lean back in your chair.

>You think your stomach might explode.

>And that syrup seems to have thickened your blood into molasses.

>Lyra is in a similar state, and you just sit there, digesting.

>Of course, this is the perfect moment for Fluttershy to knock.

>Feeling like a fat slob, you get up and walk the few steps to the door, opening it.

"What is it this time Fluttershy?"

>"Oh! Um.. Is... Is hairy marehood your fetish?"

>She turn around to present herself to you.

>In the space of only a couple days, she somehow has grown a massive bush around her pussy.

>You want to stab your eyes out after seeing that.

>She winks.

>You gag and slam the door.

>Turning around amd heading back to your seat, you look over at Lyra and see a million questions in her eyes.

"Fluttershy has been obsessed with me since I got here. She stalks me all the time trying to get me to love her, but she's just creepy. She also thinks that guessin my fetish will instantly make me love her- it won't."

>Looking even more confused, Lyra nods.

"How m-many times has s-she tried to g-guess?"

"Counting this one... Two hundred and fifty nine different fetishes."

>"A-and she never g-guessed it?"

"Oh no, she guessed it on one of her first tries when she showed up in lingerie and socks, but like I said, I don't like her. I put up with her guesses every morning because it's easier than convincing her I don't love her."

>The mint green pony just stares at you incredulously and you shrug.

"The one time she convinced me to go on a date with her, she ended up puking spaghetti all over me while trying to rape me."

>"R-rape you? B-but Fluttershy is the element of k-kindness!"

>You shrug once more as you get back up.

"I never said she wasn't nice about it.... I'm gonna go take a walk, I'll be back later okay?"

>"Okay Anon, s-see you l-later."

>You pet Lyra's mane before walking out, putting a smile on her face.

 

>You are now Lyra Heartsrings.

>And you are happy for the first time in recent memory.

>Anon is the first po- Human in quite a while who has treated you as something other than a nuisance.

>Even Bonbon, who has heen your friend ever since you both were fillies, couldn't stand having to support you anymore.

>You tried, you really did, but you couldn't seem to hold down a job.

>Playing your lyre is the only thing you were ever really good at, but there are a lot of good musicians in Equestria, and your fear of being in the spotlight usually means you stay in the background while others become more famous.

>That's what you are, a background pony, unnoticed by others.

>Except Anon, he noticed you.

>You trot into the living room, settling on the couch and levitating your lyre over with magic.

>As you idly pluck at the strings, playing a simple tune, your thoughts turn to last night.

>Even though you know how foalish it is to be afraid of thunder and lightning, you never really got over it when you grew up.

>You went to see Anon in the hopes of just being able to talk to him and maybe forget about the storm, so when Anon invited you to sleep next to him, you were shocked, but not unpleasantly so.

>Your mind drifts back and you remember the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you, stroking your mane and back.

>He probably thought he was comforting you, but the feeling of his hands against your body ended up riling you up instead.

>It took everything you had not to moan and grind against him.

>The fresh, minty smell of your desire reaches your nose as thoughts of last night reawaken your lust.

>You drop your lyre to the floor and lie back on the couch, running your hoof down your body to tease your marehood.

>As you rub your wet folds, your clit begins to wink, and you let out a loud moan when you press the flat of your hoof against it.

>Thoughts of Anon's hands teasing your body drive you into a sexual frenzy, your unrestrained cries of pleasure echoing through the house as you cum, screaming Anon's name.

>As you slowly come down from your orgasm, breathing heavily, you look at the couch.

>It's completely soaked in your juices, and there is no way Anon is gonna miss the smell.

"Uh oh."

>Trying, and failing, to think of a reasonable excuse for why the couch smells different, you decide on the next best thing.

>You clean the house from top to bottom.

>It's the least you can do. You still have to find a way to make up for Anon's kindess towards you.

>And you will.

 

>You are Anon again.

>And you are really fucking pissed.

>You were enjoying a walk through Ponyville, not particularly intent on doing anything, when you ran into HER.

>Vinyl, the biggest bitch in this corner of the universe.

>She's always strung out or drunk, and every time she sees you, she incessantly belittles you and flings insults at you.

>You always try not to let it get to you, but today she yelled out something that actually stung.

>"I bet your parents didn't even love you."

>Luckily, Octavia saw the look on your face when she said that, and she dragged Vinyl away before she could say something else.

>Fucking bitch.

>You storm back to your house, snarling at anyone in your way.

>Kicking the door in, you start to stomp to your room, only to notice something.. Different.

>The house is pristine, clean, and it smells nice.

>Sitting on the couch is Lyra, with a smile on her face as you stare around at everything.

>It looks so... New.

>You were never a slob, but this is fucking amazing.

>Your bad mood is forgotten as you focus on the only possible source for the cleanliness.

"You cleaned the house?"

>Smiling even wider and nodding, Lyra bounces a little in place.

>"I t-thought you m-m-might like it if I h-helped out a l-little. B-besides, I have t-to find a way to p-p-pay you back for being so n-nice to me..."

>You sit down on the couch next to her, running a hand through her mane, causing her to make a sound almost like a cat purring.

"You don't really have to do anything for me Lyra, I'm just happy to help you out."

>A fresh, minty smell reaches your nose, and you star sniffing for it, leaning your face down against the couch.

>Lucky for Lyra, you miss the look of utter panic that crosses her face.

"Huh, I like the smell you used to freshen up the couch, it used to smell so... Musty.."

>Mostly due to your neglecting housecleaning.

>Lyra giggles, and her eyes dart to and fro as she answers.

>"I u-used something s-special on the c-couch, since you sp-spend so much t-time on it..."

>You open your mouth to ask why she seems so nervous all of a sudden, but a knock on the door prevents you from voicing your question.

>You sigh and get up from the couch to answer the door, wondering what you did not to deserve one fucking day without being harassed by technicolour ponies.

>Opening your door, you are surprised to see a sheepish looking Octavia standing on the other side.

>"Hello again Anonymous, I just came over to apologize for Vinyl's brutish behaviour earlier."

"Oh, well, thanks..."

>She smiles at you, getting that look in her eye.

>You know that look.

>It's the "I don't care if you aren't a pony I want to fuck you."

Look.

>"If there is ANYthing I can do to help make up for such uncouth behavior on behalf of my roommate, simply ask and I shall do my best to help..."

>Nope dot jay pee gee.

>She gives you a wink and licks her lips.

"Okay Octavia... I'll keep that in mind, thanks."

>Actually, you'll do your best to forget what just happened.

>The grey p0ny just smiles and walks away, deliberately swaying her flanks at you.

>You close the door and grumble, an go back to the living room to sit next to Lyra.

>A few boring hours of reading and small talk later, Lyra speaks up with a suggestion.

>"H-hey Anon, d-do you maybe wanna g-go see a m-movie?"

>P0nyville has a movie theatre?

"P0nyville has a movie theatre?"

>"Y-yes, I t-thought maybe it would b-be more fun than just s-sitting around."

>You consider her idea for a few seconds, and, finding no reason not to go, accept.

"Alright then, let's go to the movie theatre!"

>You ruffle Lyra's mane as you get up and head out the door.

>You follow her through P0nyville as she leads you towards an area you rarely frequent.

>Since you rarely go anywhere other than the market, you haven't actually seen most of the town.

>Several minutes later, you find yourself standing in front of the theatre.

>It's right next to a bowling alley called 'Alpaca Bowl'.

>Heh, nice pun.

>You walk into the building right behind Lyra, to find the place staffed by alpacas.

>What the...?

>As you browse the movies beig shown, you glance at Lyra, who is staring at one of the 'chick flick' movies.

>It's called "With A Little Help."

>You want to see an action movie, but you don't want to see a movie Lyra wouldn't like, so you quickly purchase two tickets for that movie.

"Hey Lyra."

>You wave her ticket in front of her face, and her face lights up in a smile.

>You hand her ticket to her and head to the snack bar, where an alpaca with a goofy grin greets you.

>"Woah dude! You're like, totally not a p0ny! Far out man!"

>Wut.

"No, i'm not a p0ny, I'm a human."

>"Radical dude, can I get you anything?"

"Uh.. Sure? How about a jumbo plate of nachos?"

>You skipped lunch, and you're pretty hungry.

>"Coming right up bro!"

>Without moving, the alpaca starts to slowly rotate in place, somehow having a plate of nachos in his mouth when he faes you again.

>Your mind is full of fuck, and a glance at your companion reveals a similar expression.

>"Can I get you anything else man?"

>You shake your head and pay for the nachos, thanking the snack-paca.

>"No problem dude, hope you and your date have a tubular movie!"

>Your date?

>Lyra's just a friend, not your date.

>Although she is a sweet, kind p0ny, she still is just that, a p0ny.

>However, the beaming smile on her face is so full of happiness that you don't bother to correct the alpaca.

>Finding the room with your movie, you lead Lyra inside and find some relatively good seats in the middle.

>You sit down and munch on your nachos as the movie starts.

>The movie is pretty okay, for a chick flick.

>It's about a pony named Flittershy trying to win over a stallion named Suomynona with the help of her friends.

>As the movie goes on you feel Lyra's head rest against your shoulder, and put your arm around her.

>When the credits finally roll, every p0ny in the audience clops thier hooves at the happy ending, and get up to leave.

>Following the crowd out of the movie theatre, you can't help but be a little impressed.

>You usually don't like chick flicks, but this one was actually pretty good.

>This Driver character is a pretty good writer.

>Glancing at your watch, you see that it's around suppertime.

>Your stomach growls at the thought, your earlier plate of nachos not having sated your hunger.

"Hey Lyra, how about we get a bite to eat somewhere, my treat?"

>Your heart nearly melts when you see the look of pure joy on the mint coloured unicorn's face.

>You don't think you've ever seen anything more adorable.

>"O-okay Anon! I'm k-kind of hungry m-myself to be honest..."

>You both head into a nearby diner, which looks like something out of the fifties, and sit down at a booth.

>Since meat isn't an option, you go with an order of pasta, while Lyra has some sort of toasted flower sandwhich.

>The meal goes by quietly, and you leave some buts on the table before walking back out, heading for home.

>When you walk into your house, you head for the couch, falling back onto it and breathing in the fresh minty smell, closing your eyes.

>Smells pretty good.

>"A-anon?"

>You open your eyes to see Lyra standing in front of you, a weird look on her face.

"Yeah Lyra, what's up?"

>She looks down at the ground nervously, a blush creeping into her cheeks.

>"I j-just wanted to th-thank you for everything t-today... N-no one has ever b-been as nice to me as y-you are.."

>She quickly leans in and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

>Though you are surprised at the action, you are even more surprised at how... Human.. Her lips felt.

>Slightly confused at what just happened, you nevertheless smile at your housemate.

"You're very welcome Lyra. You know, back on Earth, nobody was ever nice to me either, in fact, before I showed up here, I was going to kill myself..."

>Lyra gasps and looks at you in horror as she sits down next to you.

"When I woke up here, I thought I may have died and gone to hell or something. But the kindness you ponies have shown me made me realise that maybe life is worth living."

>Reaching out and strokig Lyra's mane, you continue.

"So when I saw you sitting on the park bench that night, alone, with nobody to help you, I saw a little of myself there. I decided to help you because I couldn't stand the thought of somebody going through what I went through on Earth."

>You deliberately leave out the fact that you always got into fights, stole things, and constantly got drunk. It's all behind you now anyway.

>Lyra has tears in her eyes as she looks at you, and you give her a smile and a hug.

>You both lapse into a comfortable silence after that, you leaning back on the couch, and her lying with her head in your lap.

>Eventually your eyes close and you fall asleep.