"(FR) Lyler in Requestria"
By FlutterPriest (https://pastebin.com/u/FlutterPriest)

URL: https://pastebin.com/XbdMZw3U
Created on: Sunday 22nd of September 2013 03:43:19 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Wednesday 28 of October 2020 08:43:49 AM UTC


prose: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/245069/8/the-lyler-archive/what-started-it-all


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Lyra
High heels
Femdom

>Bon Bon would kill you if she ever found out about this.
>Here you are, out on a date with her marefriend, who is now currently drunk off her rocker.
>You are just lucky that they don't live together.
>Yet.
>You carry the aquamarine pony back to her home, while she loses her stomach on your shoes.
>Arriving at the home, you slowly let down Lyra so she can stand on her own four hooves.
>She sways back and forth, and knocks on the door as hard as she can.
>Why is she knocking on the door of her own home?
>The door swings open to reveal who could have been Lyra's twin.
>"SEESTEERR."
>Could have been.
>This pony had a noticeable slur to her words and her eyes have a vacant feel to them.
>Lyra stumbles into the house, ignoring the family member.
>"HAY, mah name is Lyyyler."
>You stare at the mentally challenged family member of Lyra.
"Uh... Hi... mine is Anon."
>Slipping by her you ascend the stairs to Lyra's room.
>You couldn't help but get the creeps from her sister.
>Lyra lays on her bed, half passed out.
>"Annnon. I wan you to comere an FUCK me..."
"Is that the alcohol talking?"
>"Does it mattah?"
>She spread-eagles her legs and motions you over with a hoof.
"Lyra. You are drunk. If you really want this, see me when you are sober."
>"Nooooo!"
>You walk out of the room and close the door.
>Before you head back down, you peek back in on the mare of your dreams.
>She's already passed out, with drool running down the side of the bed.
>Such beauty cannot be truly understood by mortal man.
>Heading back downstairs you run face to face with the other aquamarine unicorn.
>"HAY!"
"Uh. Hi."
>"Where you goin?"
"Home."
>"Wanna fuck?"
>She looks up to you with the same bedroom eyes that your love showed to you.
>If she didn't open her mouth, she could easily be mistaken for Lyra.
"Are you single?"
>"I'm dating BERN BERN!"
"Close enough."
>She leads you up to her room, making the floor wet with drool.
>Maybe this would be quick and easy.
>You could probably convince her not to say anything. Then it could be just like screwing Lyra.
>As you enter her room, she turns to you.
>"Youu just lay on the bed and I get things."
"Uh. Ok."
>You lay on the bed, wondering if you should have thought with your dick for once in your life, and be in Lyra's room.
>When she walks back into the bedroom, you see that she has completely ruined her face with makeup, and is wearing a fairly nice set of high-heels.
>It almost distracts you from the giant paddle she is carrying.
>Oh shit.
>"Ahm gunna make your NO-NO's happie!"
>You get up to leave the room, but she hits you in the face with the paddle.
"Shit! Lyler stop!"
>She gasps and looks at you wide-eyed.
>"You said a bad-bad."
>This shit will be the end of you.
>Trying to make your way through her to the door, she begins to hit all parts of your body with the paddle.
>You double onto the floor in pain.
>She takes a high heel and begins to press the heel directly into your dick.
>Your screams of pain only encourage her more as she takes advantage of your weakened state by hitting you with the paddle even more.
>Once your face is bleeding, she rips off your pants and exposes to you her smelly, crusty marehood.
>"Lick me!"
"I think I would rather just die."
>She pushes her flank directly into your face and lets out a large fart.
>That probably would have been the least weird thing of the night if you were into that sort of thing.
>Taking the paddle, she begins to slap your manhood as hard as she can until you are in tears and cannot speak.
>Lyler tears off your pants and begins to slowly grind her teeth along your manhood.
"Please... just stop... I wanna go home."
>She doesn't seem to hear you.
>Out of desperation, you try a new tactic.
"Lyler. The seaponies are on TV."
>She jumps to her feet.
>"MY FAVEWITE!"
>As she sprints downstairs, you hold your crotch and try to hold your broken arm as you limp your way home.
>You probably could have gone your entire life without having to get to know,
>Fucking Lyler.