Lyra: Plucking The Heartstrings

>You are Anon, and you are walking through the park.

>It's evening, and you felt like taking a walk after Fluttershy's most recent attempt on your dick.

>Looking up at the sky, you think you can see Luna flying in the distance as the moon rises for its nightly vigil.

>You take a deep breath and close your eyes with a smile.

>Other than Fluttershy's unnatural obsession with you, it's pretty nice here.

>Ponies leave you alone for the most part, and you enjoy your work at Sweet Apple Acres.

>You sit down, leaning your back against the tree, and enjoy a moment of perfect contentment.

>Unfortunately, that moment is broken by the sound of sniffles.

>Normally, you would be frustrated at having one of your rare moments of bliss ruined, but the fact that whoever it is is crying makes you feel more concerned than angry.

>Following the sounds to a nearby park bench, you spot the source of the tears.

>A mint green unicorn is sitting -in the same manner you would, which is kinda weird- on the bench, with tears running dowm her face.

>You've seen her around town sometimes, always with Bonbon, but you don't think you've ever heard her speak.

>You think her name is Lyro? Lyre? Lyra?

>Lyra, that's it.

>You cautiously approach, not wanting to startle her, and take a seat next to her.

>She lifts her head and looks at you, her wide eyes brimming with tears.

>HNNNG.

>It occurs to you that you've never actually spoken to Lyra.

>Oh well, now is as good a time as any to start.

"Hey there, I thought you might need a shoulder to cry on."

>Smooth Anon.

>You put an arm on the back of the bench, offering her your side to snuggle against.

>She hesitates for a moment, and you see in her eyes that the ponies' need for companionship fighting her (understandable) fear of being approached by an unknown creature.

>Your warm smile and offer of comfort win her over however, and she sidles up to you, leaning her head against your shoulder.

>You put an arm around her and comfort her in silence. If she wants to tell you what's wrong, she will.

>As the mint pony sniffles against you, you spot a familiar yellow coat and pink mane approaching.

>Fluttershy is wearing a gigantic horsecock strap on.

>OH HELL NO.

>You lock eyes with her and give her a glare so intense that you see flames light up the end of her mane.

>Her eyes grow wide and she takes off for the pond at the other end of the park.

>You sit in silence for about ten minute, and Lyra's crying subsides into sniffles as you stroke her back soothingly.

>Eventually she looks up at you, and starts to talk.

>"I h-had a fight w-with Bonb-bon, and she k-kicked me out of t-the h-house."

>Oh god she has a stutter.

>You HNNNG again.

>Holding her close, you run a hand through her mane.

"I'm sure she isn't really that mad at you, everything will be fine tommorow."

>Lyra lets out a little sob.

>"N-no, she's r-really m-mad this time. She c-called me useless... And sh-she's r-right! I'm n-no good at anyth-thing, I c-can't even t-talk right.."

>You don't think your poor heart can handle any more of these HNNG's.

"Well... Tell you what, if you don't have anywhere else... You can stay with me."

>She looks up at you with her big golden eyes again.

>"R-really? You w-would let me s-stay with y-you?"

"Sure, I could use some company, and besides, I hate to see a girl cry."

>You flash her your most winning smile.

>Lyra burst into tears again and wraps her front legs around you in a hug.

>"T-thank you so m-much, i'll m-make it up t-to you, I p-promise!"

>You hug her back and smile.

>Tonight was a pretty good night.

 

>"G-good morning An-non! I made you b-breakfast!"

>You smile as Lyra trots into the room floating a little tray innfront of her.

>'making you breakfast' was actually just pouring you a bowl of cereal and a glass of chocolate milk, but it's the thought that counts.

>Lyra has been living with you for a few days now, and you're okay with how things are working out.

>You usually wake up in the morning to her playing her lyre somewhere in the house, or her bringing you breakfast.

>She's a really sweet pony, but because of her speech impediment she doesn't really have many friends.

>She's kind of reclusive, and would never really leave the house without Bonbon.

>She's grown really attached to you in the past few days, and she's also developed a fascination for your hands.

>It's creepy, but adorable.

>You gratefully accept the tray, scratching Lyra behind the ear with your free hand.

>Her eyes close and she whimpers in pleasure.

>All the ponies like being scratched behind the ear.

>Lyra especially likes it because of your fingers.

"Working on your new melody again today?"

>She smiles and nods.

>It's what she does most days, and you smile whenever you see her face scrunched up in thought as she tries different notes.

>You quickly eat and drink as Lyra trots off, then head into the bathroom for the daily routine.

>Shit, shower, trim your beard.

>Get dressed and head out for work.

>On your way to Sweet Apple Acres, you run into Fluttershy.

>Her mane is much shorter than usual since you set it on fire, and it makes her look adorable.

>But you know that no matter how cute she is, she just wants the D.

>"Hello Anon."

"Fluttershy."

>"I was wondering if being kidnapped and raped is your fetish?"

"No it isn't Fluttersh- !!!"

>A bag is thrown over you and you struggle as Fluttershy carries you towards her cottage.

>When you get there, you hear her humming as she opens the oversized sack containing you.

>Time to give me the hot monkey dick mister~"

>Usung your quick thinking however, you reach into your pocket and pull out.

"POCKET SAND!"

>You throw it at her face and bolt for the door as she screams in pain.

>"I'll get you one day Anon! And your little dick too!"

>Not a chance.

>You continue your headlong sprint to the farm, where you apologize profusely to AJ for being late.

>Your workday goes on as usual, the routine only broken by Rainbow Dash coming to warn Applejack that the weather pegasi are going to be making a big thunderstorm tonight.

>You decide to put in a few more hours of work today, not wanting to lose too many apples to the storm.

>When you finally leave work and head home, you're exhausted from swinging your rubber mallet at trees.

>Why can't AJ hire unicorns to magic them down?

>Then again, you'd be out of a job if that were the case, so you can't really complain.

>You meander home slowly, gazing up in wonder as the pegasi cover the sky with dark rain clouds.

>You wave to Rainbow Dash, and she responds by hovering over you with a cloud and drenching you while giggling madly.

>What a bitch.

>By the time you arrive home the rain has started.

>Not that you care since you're already soaking wet.

>Walking into the house, you're surprised to hear singing accompanying the usual melodious music that greets you.

>"My knight wears white armor, And the dragon he'll slay.~"

>"He will be quite the charmer, and keep my darkness at bay~"

>The lyrics aren't that great, but the voice is beautiful.

>Curious to find out who else is in your house, you quietly make your way to the living room.

>As it turns out, the singer is none other than Lyra.

>You enjoy the rest of her song, and give her a little applause when she's done.

>She jumps in surprise and stares at you with wide eyes.

>"Oh... H-hi Anon, I d-didn't hear you c-c-come in.."

>Huh, she's back to stuttering.

"I just got here a few minutes ago, you okay with spaghetti for supper?"

>She smiles and nods.

"Great, i'll call you when it's ready.

>You head up to your room to get changed, then go back down to make your meal.

 

>You and Lyra have a quiet meal.

>Most of your meals together are quiet, since she doesn't talk much.

>As you slurp up a noodle, you catch Lyra's golden eyes staring at your hands.

>You wag your fingers at her, causing her to giggle.

"You have a beautiful singing voice Lyra, you know that?"

>She immediately stops giggling and her face turns ten shades of red.

>"R-really? You t-t-think  so?"

>God this pony is adorable.

"You really do Lyra, I'm surprised you don't sing more."

>"Oh, w-well, I'm k-kind of shy around other p-ponies, and I d-don't really like b-being in the spotlight."

>Hmm, makes sense.

"Well, I like your singing, you should do it more often."

>Lyra smiles at you, still blushing intensely.

>"W-why are you so n-nice to me Anon? All I d-d-do is sit around and p-play my Lyre.... I'm n-no good at anything... i'm use..useless."

>You think back to your life on Earth for a second.

>Kicked out by your parents at sixteen.

>Living on the streets for years because no one would help you.

>Many nights spent wanting to kill yourself.

>Finally getting the balls to do it, but appearing in Equestria before you could go through with it.

>Being shown kindness and friendship for the first time in a long time.

>Your outlook on life has changed since that day.

>You smile at Lyra again.

"I'm nice to you because sometimes that's all it takes."

>Yawning tiredly, you get up and head for the stairs, running a hand through Lyra's mane as you walk past.

"I'm off to bed, night Lyra."

>"G-goodnight Anon."

 

>You find yourself lying in bed about an hour later, looking out the window.

>The storm is actually pretty bad.

>Thunder and lightning crackle constantly outside.

>The patterns of the lightning bolts are seared into your retinas as you watch them dance across the sky.

>Your thoughts are interrupted by a light knock, and your door opening.

>"A-anon? are y-you awake?"

>Lyra's voice sounds even more nervous than usual.

"Yes Lyra, I'm awake, what wrong?

>The mint coloured unicorn steps in the room, looking down on the floor.

>"I'm k-kind of s-scared of thunder... And I c-can't sleep."

>She looks up at you, and you can see her shaking with fear as another boom of thunder crashes outside.

>You can't stand the sight of her like this, so you scoot to the side of the bed and lift the covers for her to get in.

>She tentatively lies down on the edge of the bed, but lets out a squeak when you put an arm around her and pull her close.

>Another crack of thunder shakes the house, and Lyra presses against you, nuzzling your chest.

>"T-thank you A-anon.."

>You run a hand through Lyra's mane and down her back, petting her and comforting her.

>Eventually, she falls asleep.

>You look down at her and smile.

>You've wondered for a long time why you suddenly appeared in Equestria.

>Maybe you were sent here to help Lyra.

>Stop her from having a life like you had.

>She's your little pony, and you'll help her get better.