Title:           Lyra - Mess
Author:          morning
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/MzyQ9mTc
First Edit:      Saturday 22nd of December 2012 09:25:33 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 22nd of December 2012 09:25:33 AM CDT

>Day Satyr in Equestria.
>Aloe and Lotus have given you the day off.
>Fluttershy is at a vetinary convention in Vanhoofer.
>And Vinyl, your roomie, is running a series of discos on her new cruiseliner.
>So, long story short, you can't be bothered to get dressed today.
>You're going to lounge on your settee all day, and watch whatever's on TV.
>taptaptap at the door.
"The fuck?"
>Again, taptaptap.
>You're not sure who it is, but you don't really care.
>Seeing you lounging around in boxers isn't a big deal to the ponies.
"Door's open, c'mon in."
>The door opens.
>Mintygreenharp walks in.
>Not trots. Walks.
>As in, balancing on two back legs.
>She has carrots magically stuck to her front hooves, and a badly done wig on her head.
>Probably horsehair or something else low quality.
"What the sorrel hells are you doing, Lyra?"
>L: "Fluttershy said you don't love her! And she thinks you won't love her until she finds your fetish.
>L: "I already know your fetish though, Mister.
>L: "Just like me! Your fetish is humans!"
"Well... Where I come from, 'humans' isn't really a fetish. But..."
>She pouts, pulling a face like someone spilt her drink, or somesprite stole her sweetroll.
"Look, I'm flattered and all. But you're being Fluttershy levels of weird right now. That's definitely not my fetish."
>She frowns, and her carrot finger things flex slightly, in a field of her magic.
"Yeah, that's actually turning me off. Bugger off"
>She starts to cry, and turns to leave.
>Her hooves aren't made for balancing though, and she topples as she turns.
>Her carrot hands smash to the ground, pulping vegetables all over your floor.
>Her face smacks into the doorframe, and blood spills from her nose, mixing with the vegetabley mash on the floor.
>she moans, in pain, and rolls her face through the mess.
>Oh god, how'd she know?
"YES! Lyra! Filthy, messy ponies ARE my fetish!"
>She moans again.
>Obviously she's delighted to hear this.
>Definitely not barely hanging onto consciousness.
>NOPE.JPG
>Quick as a flash, you whip down your trousers, and take a dip.
>Ten minutes later, you pull out, and make the mess coating her head even more... well... messy.
>Her mane is gunked up, her lips are covered in pony blood, and she's never looked better.
>You grab her tail, and drag her into your bedroom, caveman style.
>Little did Fluttershy know,
>abuse is your fetish.