- >The gentle crinkling of plastic wrappers bring you back to the waking world.
- >You lay next to Lyra, joining in her midday naps.
- >Unfortunately, the first thing you see is not as cozy.
- >Staring down the barrel of a gun, your eyes drift towards the owner.
- >A middle-aged woman with wild, frazzled hair stares at you with hostility.
- >The anger in her eyes match the orange sunset that leaked through the windows.
- >”Get up. Now.”
- >Taking care to sneakily elbow the pony you rested on, you rise to your feet.
- >You feel her stir a bit, hopefully getting the message.
- >Revolver still pointed at you, she tilts her head, motioning you behind her.
- >Raising your hands in surrender, you slowly move away from Lyra as the weapon follows your movements.
- “I'm not your enemy.”
- >She scoffs at your statement as she speaks in a hushed tone.
- >”Then why are you sleeping with this, this thing?”
- >Matching her volume, you retort.
- “Think I have a choice? Why are you still pointing that gun at me?”
- >Gritting her teeth, her brow furrows as she advances on you.
- >You move back defensively as she tries to awkwardly swat at you with her free hand.
- >She misses as you raise an eyebrow at her feeble attempt to hit you.
- >While her free hand was clenched ready to strike again, her gun arm was relaxed to her side.
- >Obviously not thinking her actions through, a blush of embarrassment lights up her face.
- >”I'm not about to help some traitor, got it?”
- >Her attempts to intimidate you again fall on deaf ears as a distinct yellow glow catches your eye.
- >You note that she hasn't noticed the dim magic that surrounded her revolver hand.
- >A grin spread over your face as you feign drawing a weapon from your back.
- >She immediately reacts by attempting to ready her firearm.
- >Unfortunately, she found her hand completely immobilized.
- >Looking back, Lyra's horn shined with energy as she got off the bench.
- >”Don't you dare hurt him.”
- >They both stare each other down, Lyra obviously concentrating hard on the woman's gun.
- >Realizing the stalemate, you throw yourself at the enemy.
- >You throw a closed fist at the girl as she easily sidesteps your swing.
- >Still in control of the rest of her body, she knees you in the stomach as you step back weakly from the blow.
- >Your lack of combat experience is shows as the assailant prepares another attack.
- >Continuing to slowly reel back from the hit, your foot catches on a plastic wrapper.
- >Comically slipping on the unsuspecting garbage, your chin meets the ground with a hard thump.
- >You look up to see the woman prepare to stomp your head into mush as the sound of heavy hooves shake the ground.
- >A blur of sea green eliminates her from view as you hear the girl's body crumple at the force from across the room.
- >Room still spinning, you sit up on the ground to gauge the situation.
- >Lyra stands over the body of your attacker, presumably unconscious.
- >Her hoof disarms the girl as the gun skids away from her hand.
- “D-did you get her?”
- >She looks up at you with a bit of sadness in her eyes.
- >”Yeah, she shouldn't be getting up any time soon after that.”
- >You steady yourself as you slowly regain your sense of balance from your fall.
- >Joining your friend in looking over the body, Lyra's voice cracks at her next words.
- >”You know what's going to happen next, right?”
- >A loud sigh is forced from your lungs.
- “Yeah, let me just search her to make sure she has nothing else valuable on her.
- >She nods as you take a knee to check the body.
- >”...if you don't mind, could you strip her of her clothes too?”
- >Your eye twitches at her words.
- “Yeah... just, give me a bit.”
- >A few stray revolver bullets, a flask of god-knows-what and a wallet.
- >As you unbutton her pants with one hand, you look at the wallet's contents with the other.
- >Money, cards and crumpled receipts.
- >No pictures of family, friends or distant relatives.
- >Not even a membership card to some campy club.
- >Boxed wine appeared to be a recent purchase though.
- “Quite the lonely one we have here.”
- >Lyra looks over to you, as she packs the leftover goods you both found before you slept.
- >”What do you mean?”
- >Closing the wallet with dramatic effect, you store it in your back pocket.
- >The extra bullets go into an empty front pocket.
- >You throw her shirt off, only leaving the girl with her underwear.
- “Nothing really, just a human observation.”
- >Lifting her onto your shoulder, the surprisingly light body slumps over you peacefully.
- >You take a deep breath, knowing full well what you're about to do.
- >The unicorn sees the pain in your eyes as she sits down on her haunches.
- >”I could do it myself, you don't have to-”
- “It's alright. It's the least I can do for you, especially how you saved me from myself back there.”
- >She giggles a bit at the memory as you heave the body over your head.
- >Her eyes shine with eagerness as she rolls out the red carpet for her permanent resident.
- >You stare into the gaping abyss of her mouth as you ease the body into Lyra's mouth.
- >Upon contact of the woman with Lyra's tongue extracted a hum of approval from her.
- >Her tongue danced around the underbelly of the girl as she coated her in saliva.
- >You avoid contact with the wiggling muscle, not wanting to share the same fate as her.
- >Giving one last push, you hop back making sure that Lyra has a good grip on the body.
- >Noticing your hesitation, the pony's mouth clamps down on the girl's thighs and stares back at you.
- >Her large eyes exude compassion, despite the legs that stuck out from between her lips.
- >”You don't have to be afraid, I know how you taste, so I won't accidentally swallow you...”
- >Seeing her gulp a few times, the last limbs disappear from her mouth as the distinct bumps of a female crawl beneath her long neck.
- >Her hoof beckons you closer as you look at the spectacle.
- >”Come on, I could really use a hug right about now.”
- >Not eager to disappoint her, you go in close to her as a hoof reaches around you.
- >You sit between her legs as the faint lumps pulse from her body.
- >With naïve curiosity, you rub the bulges down into Lyra.
- >She hugs you in tighter, choking you at the sudden force.
- >You tap her hoof, silently telling her of your fragility.
- >Her grip loosens slightly as she apologizes.
- >”Sorry... mind if you keep doing that?”
- >Hesitantly, you start rubbing the large orb that is her stomach.
- >As you massage circles around her middle, she slowly leans back onto the floor behind her.
- >Her leg takes you with her, as you find yourself on top of her belly.
- >Shrugging at her reposition, you slowly dig your knees into her.
- >Her faces expresses relief and relaxation as you continue to push into her malleable flesh.
- >You hear her body making all sorts of groaning noises as it works away at the meal inside.
- >The silky coat gently brushes your fingertips as you press into her.
- >Lyra looks at you in affection as a smile snakes its way over her face.
- >While her sly look made you smile, it unnerved you all at the same time.
- >This person was hostile to both of you, so you don't mind this as much.
- >But what if it was a kinder soul?
- >You shake these thoughts from your mind as Lyra embraces you once more.
- >Holding you close, she gives you an endearing squeeze as your body makes an imprint on hers.
- >”Thanks again. You're such a nice human.”
- >Chuckling nervously, you wonder about your relationship with her.
- >While she was massive in comparison to you, were you her equal, or her pet?
- >A slave perhaps?
- >Hopefully the whole “human” thing is just a nickname.
- >”We should get going though, can you walk?”
- >You slide off of her middle, steadying yourself.
- >A little dizzy, but you should be fine.
- >Lyra calls out to you in a sing-songy voice.
- >”My back's still available for you~”
- >She shakes her plump rump right next to your head as she kneels down for you.
- “As long as you don't mind...”
- >Taking position over her, you hop on up as Lyra takes the bag of goods around her neck.
- >”Of course not! Have to take care of you before we get back home.”
- “Wait... home?”
- >She levitates the revolver over to you as you hesitatingly grab it.
- >”Well... I assume you don't want to stay here, right?”
- >Looking out at the streets you once walked from the ransacked bakery, you sigh.
- “Anything's better than here, I guess...”
- >Lyra's cheery demeanor continues to reflect off her voice.
- >”That's the spirit! I'll get us back to the others in no time!”
- >As Lyra trots out of the bakery with a skip in her step, you check the revolver.
- >With your limited knowledge, you empty out the revolver after messing around with it.
- >You place the bullets into the pocket with the other stray bullets.
- >Continuing to play with the empty gun, Lyra looks back at you curiously.
- >”Don't you know how to use that thing?”
- >Pulling the trigger makes a loud crack, but produces no bullet.
- >Lyra cringes at the sound as you continue to look at the mechanisms.
- “Firing is easy, I just need to know how to keep both of us safe from any accidents.”
- >She looks to you worriedly.
- “I emptied the gun out already, so nothing bad will happen when I play with it.
- >As you say that, you pull the trigger as the hammer strikes down on your pinky finger.
- >You yelp in surprise as you pull your injured finger out.
- >She snickers at your condition as you put the affected appendage to your mouth.
- “Well... you won't have anything to worry about, I still need to learn this thing.”
- >She turns her head back towards the street as she resumes her pace.
- >”Well, I believe in you Anon, you'll keep us safe!”
- >Too tired to see if she was sarcastic, you continue to play with the weapon as she drives the two of you to your next destination.
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Heart Things: Chapter 4
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