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The Story That Never Was - Chapter 24

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>>You have to admit to yourself
>>And you never thought you would
>>Pinkie is... kind of okay
>>Talkative, annoying, nosy and obtrusive
>>She had no concept of personal space
>>But she had good intentions
>>You can't find fault in that
>>With your shift over, you turn down another offer to stay the night at Sugarcube Corner
>>A little Pinkie went a long way, after all
>>You get home, and have a surprisingly easy time of it
>>No Lyra
>>No BonBon
>>None of the usual culprits
>>You happily shower
>>Eat a little cereal
>>And lie down in your welcoming bed
>>You felt oddly comfortable that Luna was somewhere up there, hard at work making sure the world was right
>>Nothing could go wrong
>>There is a rustling
>>Yeah, something is definitely rustling
>>Your eyes popped open
>>Lyra stood over you, glaring straight down into your face
>>You furrow your eyebrows
>>There's something different about her. You can see it in her expression
Okay, this has gone on far enouMMF!!
>>A hoof came to your mouth and filled your lips, making it impossible to talk
>>Or call for help
>>She parted her lips
>>Oh, God, is this a rape thing?
>>This is a rape thing, isn't it?
>>You're ready to give Lyra the same treatment as you do to Applejack
>>Your right fist bares itself, you draw it back
>>You imagine right hook across her jaw will put her right out
>>Lyra slams her other front hood into the crook of your right elbow
>>“No no, none of that~!”
>>She smirks evilly at you
>>“Is that any way to treat your...”
>>“biggest fan?”
>>Her unicorn horn glows
>>Despite your increased struggling, she touches it to your forehead
>>You go out like a light
>>This shit is getting old
>>It feels like an instant to you
>>Light floods your consciousness
>>Groggy, as per usual in these situations
>>But, at least, it was a more pleasant experience than being punched out
>>Come to think of it
>>Why was it that you were the toughest son of a bitch in Ponyville, but it never mattered?
>>Always getting your shit rocked
>>Oh well, it isn't like you were actually meaning to do harm to ponies like BonBon
>>You're a nice guy, after all
>>And the fight circuit is extinct
>>No place for any of that, anymore
>>As your wherewithal returns to you, you find yourself in a wooden room
>>Some sort of shed?
>>Smells like it
>>You push yourself up onto your knees
>>She shed is well lit by wax candles arranged in some sort of pattern
>>And, in your horror, you find yourself in the center of a large, circular glyph chalked into the ground
>>You attempt to recoil, but heavy chains bolted to the floor yank you to a stop
>>You fall back to your knees
>>“You will find that's quite useless”
>>A familiar voice
>>You crank your attention around to see Lyra
>>She is using her magic to move a series of potions that orbit her
>>Those magical auroras gripping the objects and drifting them through the air is all too common
What is all this?
>>You ask, not amused
>>She calmly looks at you before returning to her work
>>“You're in my workshop. Many Unicorns have them. At least, those who are interested in furthering our racial talents.”
>>You should have been able to tell by the books that were splayed out
>>No doubt the stuff of wizards
>>On second thought, you inspect the books closer
>>Many of the piled tomes and codeces are titles you yourself have shelved in Twilight's library
>>She hoofs over a page in her book and calculates some sort of measurement, causing her potions to pour into one another
Okay. What is this, some sort of rape thing?
>>She stops her work and looks at you for a moment before sneering
>>“Ugh”
>>“Pretentious”
>>She waves a hoof at you
>>“Yes, I know of your... 'issues' here in Equestria. I assure you that you will not have to worry about them soon enough.”
>>You cringe
What?
>>Her work never stops, even while she's talking
>>“I told you. I am a human in spirit.”
>>Oh, not this shit again
>>You shake your head and look to the ground, chortling
>>She takes obvious offense
>>Lyra slams a hoof down on the work bench
>>“Oh, you think it's funny, do you?!”
>>You silence yourself at her outburst
>>“I have lived countless cycles in a world not meant for me! So your coming here was most fortuitous.”
>>You raise an eyebrow and look at her inquisitively
>>“I will be doing us both a service, Anonymous.”
>>She grins wickedly, lowering the empty phials from her orbit and holding one in particular to the light
>>“Good! It's almost ready...”
>>A knife was levitated, and with one quick swipe she broke the skin the meat of her arm, wringing a stream of crimson liquid into the concoction
>>You cringe
What the hell is that?
>>She swirls it around, ensuring a good mix before making her way to you
>>With the knife
This makes you uneasy
>>And you try to escape yet again
>>And fail, yet again
>>“You will see”
>>She gets right in front of you and, in an instant, the knife slashes against your cheek
>>It leaves a clean, red gash
>>You cringe at the cold feeling that runs through your flesh
>>She holds the phial under your wound, contributing your blood to it
>>With a gentle mix, there is a poof of arcane power that exudes from the lips of the phial
>>“You see, Anon...”
>>She explains
>>Her horn glows
>>No will save
>>You are dragged across the floor over to her, uncomfortably close
>>A magical aurora overtakes you
>>Any attempt to move against it brings you an electric pain
>>“...My legacy is written in the heavenly bodies of both of our worlds. How kind of fate to bring a man so willing to throw away his humanity to me!”
>>Your eyes go wide
What are you saying?!
>>She frowns at you
>>“Well, I guess no one said the bearer of my vessel would be very smart. After all, you fell right into my 'innocence' act without so much as a question.”
>>“What I mean, dear Anon, is...”
>>Suddenly there is a knocking on the door of the shed
>>“LYRA! Put down your books and come eat dinner!”
>>Who the hell?
>>Lyra puts a hoof to your mouth
>>“STOP TELLING ME HOW TO LIVE MY FUCKING LIFE, BONBON!”
>>Celestia, this woman screams like a harpy
>>You hear a sigh through the walls and retreating hoof falls
>>Lyra looks at you with disgust when the coast is clear
>>She removes her hoof from your mouth, and the phial is forced in its place
>>The disgusting contents are emptied half way into your mouth before they run down your throat
AUGH!
>>You protest
>>Lyra walks away from you before partaking in the rest herself
>>She was far less effected by the fowl taste
>>“You've taken your human body for granted, Anon. I deserve to be human FAR more than you EVER will!”
>>Her horn begins to glow
>>She smirks
>>The chalk glyph that you stand upon reacts by glowing the same mint green that she is
>>Oh, Celestia
>>“It's a shame that you didn't take better care of that body for me. Oh well, it will heal.”
>>Your eyes widen and you clench your hands around your neck
>>But soon, you lose control of your body
>>This strange sensation leaves you struggling to comprehend what is going on
>>Your soul is wrenched, forcibly pulled out by an arcane magnetism that you cannot resist
>>But you try
>>Because you are Anonymous
>>You attempt to defy the pull through force of will alone
>>Lyra chortles at your attempts
>>“How futile. But at least you have spirit.”
>>“You will do well as a pony”
>>Your gaseous spirit is yanked free through your mouth
>>As is Lyra's, through hers
>>The two of you pass one another midway
>>And before long, you black out
>>This shit is getting really, REALLY old
>>How many times have you been down this road?
>>“Lyra?”
>>Light floods your consciousness
Uhnn...
>>You groan
>>Wait
Uhnn...
>>You repeat
>>“Oh! Good! You're alright! Lyra, you had me so worried!”
>>What the...
>>You wake up abruptly as you roll over and crash on the floor
>>“Oh! Be careful, sweetie!”
>>You look up to find that BonBon was cradling you in her lap
>>Scream out of unbridled terror at the presence of BonBon the destroyer and attempt to get back on your feet
>>But you fall on your flank
>>“Lyra? Honey?”
>>You are too consumed by fear and confusion to answer
>>What the hell are all these feels?!
>>You hold your 'hands' up and look into them
>>Two mint green marshmallows follow your commands
>>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOEuY5lWENg

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>>You have to admit to yourself
>>And you never thought you would
>>Pinkie is... kind of okay
>>Talkative, annoying, nosy and obtrusive
>>She had no concept of personal space
>>But she had good intentions
>>You can't find fault in that
>>With your shift over, you turn down another offer to stay the night at Sugarcube Corner
>>A little Pinkie went a long way, after all
>>You get home, and have a surprisingly easy time of it
>>No Lyra
>>No BonBon
>>None of the usual culprits
>>You happily shower
>>Eat a little cereal
>>And lie down in your welcoming bed
>>You felt oddly comfortable that Luna was somewhere up there, hard at work making sure the world was right
>>Nothing could go wrong

>>There is a rustling
>>Yeah, something is definitely rustling
>>Your eyes popped open
>>Lyra stood over you, glaring straight down into your face
>>You furrow your eyebrows
>>There's something different about her. You can see it in her expression
Okay, this has gone on far enouMMF!!
>>A hoof came to your mouth and filled your lips, making it impossible to talk
>>Or call for help
>>She parted her lips
>>Oh, God, is this a rape thing?
>>This is a rape thing, isn't it?
>>You're ready to give Lyra the same treatment as you do to Applejack
>>Your right fist bares itself, you draw it back
>>You imagine right hook across her jaw will put her right out

>>Lyra slams her other front hood into the crook of your right elbow
>>“No no, none of that~!”
>>She smirks evilly at you
>>“Is that any way to treat your...”
>>“biggest fan?”
>>Her unicorn horn glows
>>Despite your increased struggling, she touches it to your forehead
>>You go out like a light
>>This shit is getting old

>>It feels like an instant to you
>>Light floods your consciousness
>>Groggy, as per usual in these situations
>>But, at least, it was a more pleasant experience than being punched out
>>Come to think of it
>>Why was it that you were the toughest son of a bitch in Ponyville, but it never mattered?
>>Always getting your shit rocked
>>Oh well, it isn't like you were actually meaning to do harm to ponies like BonBon
>>You're a nice guy, after all
>>And the fight circuit is extinct
>>No place for any of that, anymore
>>As your wherewithal returns to you, you find yourself in a wooden room
>>Some sort of shed?
>>Smells like it
>>You push yourself up onto your knees
>>She shed is well lit by wax candles arranged in some sort of pattern
>>And, in your horror, you find yourself in the center of a large, circular glyph chalked into the ground
>>You attempt to recoil, but heavy chains bolted to the floor yank you to a stop

>>You fall back to your knees
>>“You will find that's quite useless”
>>A familiar voice
>>You crank your attention around to see Lyra 
>>She is using her magic to move a series of potions that orbit her
>>Those magical auroras gripping the objects and drifting them through the air is all too common
What is all this?
>>You ask, not amused
>>She calmly looks at you before returning to her work
>>“You're in my workshop. Many Unicorns have them. At least, those who are interested in furthering our racial talents.”
>>You should have been able to tell by the books that were splayed out
>>No doubt the stuff of wizards
>>On second thought, you inspect the books closer
>>Many of the piled tomes and codeces are titles you yourself have shelved in Twilight's library
>>She hoofs over a page in her book and calculates some sort of measurement, causing her potions to pour into one another
Okay. What is this, some sort of rape thing?
>>She stops her work and looks at you for a moment before sneering
>>“Ugh”
>>“Pretentious”
>>She waves a hoof at you
>>“Yes, I know of your... 'issues' here in Equestria. I assure you that you will not have to worry about them soon enough.”
>>You cringe
What?
>>Her work never stops, even while she's talking
>>“I told you. I am a human in spirit.”
>>Oh, not this shit again
>>You shake your head and look to the ground, chortling
>>She takes obvious offense
>>Lyra slams a hoof down on the work bench
>>“Oh, you think it's funny, do you?!”
>>You silence yourself at her outburst
>>“I have lived countless cycles in a world not meant for me! So your coming here was most fortuitous.”
>>You raise an eyebrow and look at her inquisitively

>>“I will be doing us both a service, Anonymous.”
>>She grins wickedly, lowering the empty phials from her orbit and holding one in particular to the light
>>“Good! It's almost ready...”
>>A knife was levitated, and with one quick swipe she broke the skin the meat of her arm, wringing a stream of crimson liquid into the concoction
>>You cringe
What the hell is that?
>>She swirls it around, ensuring a good mix before making her way to you
>>With the knife
This makes you uneasy
>>And you try to escape yet again
>>And fail, yet again
>>“You will see”
>>She gets right in front of you and, in an instant, the knife slashes against your cheek
>>It leaves a clean, red gash
>>You cringe at the cold feeling that runs through your flesh
>>She holds the phial under your wound, contributing your blood to it
>>With a gentle mix, there is a poof of arcane power that exudes from the lips of the phial
>>“You see, Anon...” 
>>She explains
>>Her horn glows
>>No will save
>>You are dragged across the floor over to her, uncomfortably close
>>A magical aurora overtakes you
>>Any attempt to move against it brings you an electric pain
>>“...My legacy is written in the heavenly bodies of both of our worlds. How kind of fate to bring a man so willing to throw away his humanity to me!”

>>Your eyes go wide
What are you saying?!
>>She frowns at you
>>“Well, I guess no one said the bearer of my vessel would be very smart. After all, you fell right into my 'innocence' act without so much as a question.”
>>“What I mean, dear Anon, is...”
>>Suddenly there is a knocking on the door of the shed
>>“LYRA! Put down your books and come eat dinner!”
>>Who the hell?
>>Lyra puts a hoof to your mouth
>>“STOP TELLING ME HOW TO LIVE MY FUCKING LIFE, BONBON!”
>>Celestia, this woman screams like a harpy
>>You hear a sigh through the walls and retreating hoof falls
>>Lyra looks at you with disgust when the coast is clear
>>She removes her hoof from your mouth, and the phial is forced in its place
>>The disgusting contents are emptied half way into your mouth before they run down your throat
AUGH!
>>You protest
>>Lyra walks away from you before partaking in the rest herself
>>She was far less effected by the fowl taste
>>“You've taken your human body for granted, Anon. I deserve to be human FAR more than you EVER will!”
>>Her horn begins to glow
>>She smirks
>>The chalk glyph that you stand upon reacts by glowing the same mint green that she is
>>Oh, Celestia
>>“It's a shame that you didn't take better care of that body for me. Oh well, it will heal.”
>>Your eyes widen and you clench your hands around your neck
>>But soon, you lose control of your body
>>This strange sensation leaves you struggling to comprehend what is going on
>>Your soul is wrenched, forcibly pulled out by an arcane magnetism that you cannot resist
>>But you try
>>Because you are Anonymous
>>You attempt to defy the pull through force of will alone
>>Lyra chortles at your attempts

>>“How futile. But at least you have spirit.”
>>“You will do well as a pony”
>>Your gaseous spirit is yanked free through your mouth
>>As is Lyra's, through hers
>>The two of you pass one another midway
>>And before long, you black out

>>This shit is getting really, REALLY old
>>How many times have you been down this road?
>>“Lyra?”
>>Light floods your consciousness
Uhnn...
>>You groan
>>Wait
Uhnn...
>>You repeat
>>“Oh! Good! You're alright! Lyra, you had me so worried!”
>>What the...
>>You wake up abruptly as you roll over and crash on the floor
>>“Oh! Be careful, sweetie!”
>>You look up to find that BonBon was cradling you in her lap
>>Scream out of unbridled terror at the presence of BonBon the destroyer and attempt to get back on your feet
>>But you fall on your flank
>>“Lyra? Honey?”
>>You are too consumed by fear and confusion to answer
>>What the hell are all these feels?!
>>You hold your 'hands' up and look into them
>>Two mint green marshmallows follow your commands
>>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOEuY5lWENg

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