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(REQ-FR) Lyler in Requestria - One Shot

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  1. Lyra
  2. High heels
  3. Femdom
  4.  
  5. >Bon Bon would kill you if she ever found out about this.
  6. >Here you are, out on a date with her marefriend, who is now currently drunk off her rocker.
  7. >You are just lucky that they don't live together.
  8. >Yet.
  9. >You carry the aquamarine pony back to her home, while she loses her stomach on your shoes.
  10. >Arriving at the home, you slowly let down Lyra so she can stand on her own four hooves.
  11. >She sways back and forth, and knocks on the door as hard as she can.
  12. >Why is she knocking on the door of her own home?
  13. >The door swings open to reveal who could have been Lyra's twin.
  14. >"SEESTEERR."
  15. >Could have been.
  16. >This pony had a noticeable slur to her words and her eyes have a vacant feel to them.
  17. >Lyra stumbles into the house, ignoring the family member.
  18. >"HAY, mah name is Lyyyler."
  19. >You stare at the mentally challenged family member of Lyra.
  20. "Uh... Hi... mine is Anon."
  21. >Slipping by her you ascend the stairs to Lyra's room.
  22. >You couldn't help but get the creeps from her sister.
  23. >Lyra lays on her bed, half passed out.
  24. >"Annnon. I wan you to comere an FUCK me..."
  25. "Is that the alcohol talking?"
  26. >"Does it mattah?"
  27. >She spread-eagles her legs and motions you over with a hoof.
  28. "Lyra. You are drunk. If you really want this, see me when you are sober."
  29. >"Nooooo!"
  30. >You walk out of the room and close the door.
  31. >Before you head back down, you peek back in on the mare of your dreams.
  32. >She's already passed out, with drool running down the side of the bed.
  33. >Such beauty cannot be truly understood by mortal man.
  34. >Heading back downstairs you run face to face with the other aquamarine unicorn.
  35. >"HAY!"
  36. "Uh. Hi."
  37. >"Where you goin?"
  38. "Home."
  39. >"Wanna fuck?"
  40. >She looks up to you with the same bedroom eyes that your love showed to you.
  41. >If she didn't open her mouth, she could easily be mistaken for Lyra.
  42. "Are you single?"
  43. >"I'm dating BERN BERN!"
  44. "Close enough."
  45. >She leads you up to her room, making the floor wet with drool.
  46. >Maybe this would be quick and easy.
  47. >You could probably convince her not to say anything. Then it could be just like screwing Lyra.
  48. >As you enter her room, she turns to you.
  49. >"Youu just lay on the bed and I get things."
  50. "Uh. Ok."
  51. >You lay on the bed, wondering if you should have thought with your dick for once in your life, and be in Lyra's room.
  52. >When she walks back into the bedroom, you see that she has completely ruined her face with makeup, and is wearing a fairly nice set of high-heels.
  53. >It almost distracts you from the giant paddle she is carrying.
  54. >Oh shit.
  55. >"Ahm gunna make your NO-NO's happie!"
  56. >You get up to leave the room, but she hits you in the face with the paddle.
  57. "Shit! Lyler stop!"
  58. >She gasps and looks at you wide-eyed.
  59. >"You said a bad-bad."
  60. >This shit will be the end of you.
  61. >Trying to make your way through her to the door, she begins to hit all parts of your body with the paddle.
  62. >You double onto the floor in pain.
  63. >She takes a high heel and begins to press the heel directly into your dick.
  64. >Your screams of pain only encourage her more as she takes advantage of your weakened state by hitting you with the paddle even more.
  65. >Once your face is bleeding, she rips off your pants and exposes to you her smelly, crusty marehood.
  66. >"Lick me!"
  67. "I think I would rather just die."
  68. >She pushes her flank directly into your face and lets out a large fart.
  69. >That probably would have been the least weird thing of the night if you were into that sort of thing.
  70. >Taking the paddle, she begins to slap your manhood as hard as she can until you are in tears and cannot speak.
  71. >Lyler tears off your pants and begins to slowly grind her teeth along your manhood.
  72. "Please... just stop... I wanna go home."
  73. >She doesn't seem to hear you.
  74. >Out of desperation, you try a new tactic.
  75. "Lyler. The seaponies are on TV."
  76. >She jumps to her feet.
  77. >"MY FAVEWITE!"
  78. >As she sprints downstairs, you hold your crotch and try to hold your broken arm as you limp your way home.
  79. >You probably could have gone your entire life without having to get to know,
  80. >Fucking Lyler.
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