Title:           Heart Things: Chapter 6
Author:          MutualTaco
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First Edit:      Thursday 5th of June 2014 03:25:42 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 5th of June 2014 03:25:42 AM CDT

>Having complete freedom in a mattress store, you played out all your childhood dreams.
>Pillow forts, bed forts and other forts of fluffy materials.
>You even made a moat of feathers from the flatter, older pillows.
>Needless to say, diving into it was a bad idea as you began a sneezing fit.
>Lyra giggles atop her hill of beds as she observes your antics.
>Nestled in the center of a  pile of cushions and beanbags, she lays on her back, passenger still in tow.
>Her middle shifts ever so slightly as Lyra rubs her sides.
>A weak whimper manages to escape the padded, fleshy walls of her stomach as she presses into her belly with a hoof.
>Lyra's face expresses a mix of discomfort and glee as her stomach pulverizes its contents.
>Her insides whine and grind as they sputter out more digestive fluids onto the pegasus.
>You look over as her belly heaves up and down erratically, the two's breathing rhythm off-sync.
>A thin trail of drool escapes her mouth as you walk over to Lyra.
>Her eyes are glazed over, her thoughts completely occupied with her occupant.
“Hey Lyra?”
>She snaps out of the trance, shifting her head over to meet your eyes.
>”Hey Anon... you okay?”
>You wave your hand dismissively at her concern.
“I'm fine.  I'm more worried about you.  You sure you'll be okay?”
>Her mouth takes on a neutral expression as her eyes glitter with need.
>”I'll be fine... but...”
>She tries to reach around her engorge middle to no avail.
>”I'm a bit itchy at the top, do you mind climbing up to scratch me?”
>You stifle a laugh as you move over to her side.
“Sure, one of us has to keep in shape for the other.”
>Giving you a sarcastic laugh, you proceed to find some footing on her side.
>”Oh ha ha, next time I'll let the pony have their way with you.”
>You step barefooted onto what you believe was Twist's leg imprinted on Lyra's belly bulge.
“Only if you don't want this itch scratched.”
>She gives a good-natured snort as you mount the pony mountain.
>Wiggling her right foreleg, she motions you to a spot she can't reach.
>”Over here.  Use your nails too, I really want that itchy out of here.”
>You begin to scratch the general area, as her enlarged sized didn't help you find it better.
>Her coat's hairs part easily as your digits roam the exposed flesh below.
>You hear her moan in approval, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her.
>Unfortunately, the heavy weight wiggles about weakly as you forcefully graze her skin.
>”Lower.”
>Adjusting your position, you scratch in circles, covering as much land as possible.
>She shudders at your strokes as you apply more and more force.
>Her coos of appreciation increase as you begin to put your back into it.
>From scratching to massaging, you press against the mound of flesh housing one of her own.
>You plunge deep into the weakly wiggling mass.
>Unable to tell whether it was her meal or Lyra's stomach struggling to churn, her insides shiver back as you push against the lumps of flesh.
>”Please... keep going.”
>You obey as her body is putty to you.
>The obscene amounts of soft, warm belly that laid in front of you begged for attention.
>Pressing your knees against her wanting middle, her moans of satisfaction intensify.
>A hushed slosh of thick liquid played when Lyra wiggled in joy.
>Her body squealed in approval as you assisted in mixing its food with the viscous digestive slime.
>The unicorn panted in euphoria as her body sent waves of approval down her spine.
>As you rub deeper into her skin, you feel something give.
>Slipping momentarily on the sudden shift, you regain your balance on the plush mound.
>You hear Lyra hiccup as a deep, prolonged burp escaped her lips.
>She closes her mouth with a hoof as she titters like a schoolgirl.
>”Excuse me... you're doing wonders for my tummy Anon, I really appreciate it.”
>Shaking your head, you crack your knuckles as you press on.
“It's my pleasure, and yours as well I suppose.”
>Her snicker is cut short by another deep elbow rub from yours truly.
>Putting your entire weight into your elbows, you plunge deep into her doughy belly.
>She lays still as you work your magic on her body.
>Each deep thrust of your limbs into her tubby form elicited a moan from your pony overseer.
>The pony that once inhabited her body was unrecognizable at this point, as Lyra's belly slowly rounded off to an oval shape.
>You continued to knead her body until a yellow glow gently pulled you off the squishy hill.
>Lyra pulls you close with a hug as your body bends awkwardly against the unnatural lump of her stomach.
>”You're such a sweetie, you know that?”
>You only blush at her statement as she yawns into your ear.
>”I'm going to sleep this off now, you're welcome to join me.”
>The warm, affectionate look in her eyes tell you that you should.
>Her body emits a cozy heat that threatens to pull you into a deep sleep.
>The minty coat brushes against your skin, welcoming you to good night's rest.
“I think I'll do that.”
>Not that you had much of a choice anyway.
>”Good night Anon, see you in the morning.”
>With that, she immediately dozes off to sleep.
>Her soft snores were more than enough to hypnotize you into a deep slumber.