Lyra Part 3

        You lean against one of Lyra's back hooves as she lies sprawled out on the couch, the TV blaring mindless ads during the commercial break. It's been another 5 weeks since the little game of “tag” you had played with Lyra. Bonbon nearly blew every blood vessel in her body when she came home to find out that Lyra had eaten the house guest. She calmed down significantly after the day had passed and, honoring her agreement, Lyra teleported you out of her stomach, completely unharmed. Even with constant assurance that you were fine with what happened, Bonbon kept a close eye on you two the following two weeks.  That was the truth, though. You were absolutely fine with what happened. You liked Lyra, sometimes you thought maybe you liked her too much, and it wasn't like her stomach wasn't comfortable. Your thoughts drift back to Lyra's tongue, as they often do. Thoughts of her tongue wrapping around you and coating you in warm saliva, slowly pushing you down towards the back of her throa-

        Your imaginings are interrupted as you hear a soft sound emanate from your right. You peak around Lyra's hoof to see what she's doing. She's resting, with one hoof propping her head up as she stares blankly at the TV, other hoof resting in between her legs. You do a double take and notice that the hoof between her legs isn't resting at all, but absent mindedly moving up and down. Another long, soft moan coming from Lyra confirms what she's doing with that hoof. You watch with more interest than you're willing to admit. She's obviously forgotten you were sitting next to her in the long silence, paying no heed to you as she shifts her weight slightly, no longer paying attention to the television as she rolls off of her side and onto her back. Her hoof moves more passionately, with more purpose, as her small squeaks and moans escalate. You watch on with your mouth slightly agape, not quite sure what to do. This problem is quickly resolved as Lyra kicks her hind hoof involuntarily, hitting you square in the everything and knocking the breath out of you, sending you tumbling across the couch with an exhale of breath. Lyra immediately stops and sits up, instantly reaching a hoof out to help you stand back up. Racked in pain, you gladly take the assistance, using her hoof as a brace as you push yourself up.

“I-I'm so sorry, Anon, I didn't know you were- I completely forgot you- I didn't mean to-”

You raise a hand to cut her off, looking her directly in her flaming eyes.

“It's fine, Lyra, I'm alright. Just forget about it.”

She blinks a few times, exhaling at the news that you're alright. She pauses and looks back at you.

“... why didn't you say anything? You were just gonna to sit there and watch?” She tries to keep a straight face, but fails as a smirk steals a spot across her flushed features for a brief second.

“What am I supposed to say in a situation like that?” you ask, crossing your arms in annoyance as you try and prevent your eyes from drifting to the wide open view between her legs.

She doesn't even try to hide her smirk anymore. “Well I don't know what you could say, Anon... but I know what you could do...” She leans back again, legs still wide open.

“I could use a little... help, Anon.”

        Now it's your turn for your face to flush. You put a hand on the back of your head, pouring all your effort into looking off to the side. “Look, Lyra, I-I like you and all but--”

Lyra brings her legs closer together, approaching on either side of you, hooves crossing and trapping you.

“I don't think that sounded like a request, Anon.”

You stand in silence for a few seconds before looking forward and taking several steps toward her marehood. It's already wet from her earlier previous stimulation, a faint musk detectable. You reach out and start massaging the area around slit, her pleasure immediately apparent. You continue this for a few seconds before she stops reacting, obviously signaling you to step it up. Thinking you might as well skip a few steps, you reach up and start working on her clitoris. Lyra shudders and squirms on the couch with an unexpected squeak of pleasure.  “Y-yes! Keep doing thaaat...”

Giving up on only using your hands, you brace yourself against her and begin rubbing your entire body against her. She only gets wetter and wetter as you do so, soaking your clothes. A shadow covers you as one of her hooves descends, pressing you against her slit as she gently rubs you around its entire surface. She moans more intensely and spreads apart, starting to push her hoof deeper inside, with you as well. You panic.

“Lyra! Stop, I-I'm--”

Lyra stops and pulls you back with her hoof, bringing you up to her eyes, looking you up and down.

“You could stand to be a few inches bigger.” Her horn glows as that familiar warmth spreads across your body, making you grow slightly to about 5 inches tall. “That'll only last for a few minutes. Oh, and you won't be needing those,” she says as she pulls your clothes off with a slight giggle. “Now, back to what we were doing.”

Still holding you in her field of magic, Lyra lowers you down back to her pussy. She wastes no time at all pushing you in feet first, using you as a wriggling human dildo. Once she's pushed you in far enough she releases her magic grip on you, allowing you to move around freely. More than halfway within her, you struggle to kick and pull your way out, only working to stimulate her more. She moans in ecstasy as you try harder and harder to get out, only finding it more and more difficult as she pushes you deeper in with her hoof, leaving only your head free. Lyra stops pushing you in for a moment, allowing you to grapple yourself halfway free before the growth spell wears off and you revert back to your “normal” size.

        Lyra pants heavily, her eyes half closed. She reaches a shaky hoof down, gently this time, to pull you back out. Before she can reach you, the front door slams open, with an somewhat irritated looking Bonbon trotting through it moments later.

“The nerve of some ponies. Lyra? Where are you, I need t--”

Bonbon stops in the doorway of the living room, staring at the scene before her. Her eyes completely miss you. A mischievous grin spreads across her face.

“Lyra, you weren't having fun without me, were you?” She trots over to Lyra, standing off to the side of the couch. She reaches one hoof out to brush Lyra's mane out of her eyes and the other down towards her crotch. Before you can react, Bonbon's hoof begins to expertly massage Lyra's pussy, forcing you deeper inside as the walls contract in pleasure. Lyra squeals in surprise.

“B-Bonbon, no--” She's cut off with a kiss, unable to tell Bonbon about your presence. You would try to cry out, but even if you didn't choke on Lyra's juices, you doubt either of them would be able to hear you. Lyra is moaning uncontrollably now, the sound audible through the whole household.

        Bonbon breaks her kiss and drags her tongue down the length of Lyra's outstretched body, bringing it to rest at her pussy. She laps at it a few times before diving her tongue inside, darting in and out and pushing you even further in. Bonbon seems to be eagerly devouring Lyra's juices, almost taking you into her mouth on multiple occasions. You feel as Lyra arches her back at the immense feeling of pleasure.

“Bonbon, i-it's too much! I'm gonna--”

Bonbon looks up at her just in time as Lyra is pushed over the edge, her juices carrying you out of her and directly into Bonbon's mouth. You wildly grab onto the first thing you can get a grip on, which turns out to be Bonbon's tongue. You hold on for dear life as she pulls her head back and gulps, draining all the contents but you down her throat. She licks her lips, the action causing you to somehow flip over and wind up underneath her tongue, which presses you down to the floor of her mouth. She takes a seat beside Lyra on the couch with a sigh, looking over at the completely spent mare with a smirk.

“I don't mind swallowing, you know, but I'd at least like a warning next time.”

With a concentrated frown, Bonbon pokes her tongue around in her mouth, examining the strange lump she discovered on the base of her mouth. She holds you there on top of her tongue for an excruciatingly long second of thought. Thankfully, she decides to spit out on her hoof instead of swallow you. You land on her hoof, sputtering. Bonbon's eyes widen in surprise as realization dawns on her.

“No fair! I want to play with him too!”

Her expression changes into concern as you cough up more and more fluid, a mixture of both Lyra's and Bonbon's. “Well, maybe some other time. You look pretty spent.”

 

        A few hours pass and night descends on the Heartstrings home. You lay back on your bed on the dressing table, now nice and dry, completely exhausted from the day's events. Lyra trots in wearing her bathrobe, a dopey grin spread across her face and a relaxed droop in her eyelids. She looks at you, opens her mouth to say something, finds herself at a loss for words, shrugs, and sets herself down in her bed with a simple “G'night, Anon.” She turns the light off with her magic, leaving the room pitch black as you sit in silence. You lay back, eyes closing slowly as sleep overtakes you. Just before you lose consciousness, your eyes snap open in realization.

“Lyra!”

“Mnmng... what, Anon? I'm trying to sleep.”

“Lyra, you made me grow earlier. I thought you said you didn't know how!”

She lays there in silence for a few seconds.

“Well, I... may have lied...”

You facepalm yourself, sighing. “I don't suppose you'll turn me back anytime soon?”

She giggles lightly from her bed. “Don't count on it, little guy.”

“What if I tell Bonbon?”

She giggles again, this time a little more mischievously. “Oh, I don't have to worry about Bonbon. I'm sure she has lots of plans for you, now that she knows what exactly you can do for a mare.”

You sigh again, leaning back down in your bed. Looks like this was going to be your life for the foreseeable future.

You shrug it off and go to sleep. You'll cross that bridge when you get there.

Besides, it could definitely be a lot worse.