Title:           Ponanon x Humanized Lyra Heartstrings
Author:          livi
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First Edit:      Tuesday 16th of April 2013 04:22:12 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 16th of April 2013 04:22:12 AM CDT

The Misadventures of Ponanon
 
Ep. 01 - Ponanon x Humanized Lyra Heartstring
 
>How did this happen
>Of all the shit you've been through
>This happens
>Shit like this happens to other sad bastards
>Not Anon
>Of all people, not you
>But you can't even refer to yourself as a "person" anymore
>That's right
>Because now, you're not Anon
>You're Ponanon
>And you are freaking the fuck out
 
>Not a single pony told you about this
>How you would magically turn into a pony
>Apparently, the magic governing Equestria affects humans much more than any other creature
>Fucking plot devices
>This shit was hardest thing you've ever had to do
>You've walked on two legs since you were fucking born
>You can't walk on four legs, this is bullshit
>It takes so much more coordination
>Then there's the matter of doing simple shit your hands could do
>Opening doors
>Changing the fucking channel
>Scratching your balls
>Using anything in existence ever
>Making food
>Opening bottles
>Scratching your balls
>Turning on the shower
>Fucking doors
>YOU CAN'T EVEN SCRATCH YOUR OWN BALLS ANYMORE
>Then it hits you
>A horror you've never felt before
>You lightly feel between your hind legs
WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY FUCKING BALLS!?
 
>After destroying the inside of your home in a blind rage, you come to your senses
>"Okay, freaking out won't get us anywhere. We need to get help."
But brain, who can we go to?
>"I don't know, but something tells me somepony will help us out."
>Defeated, you clumsily make your way out of the house
>Anyone and their sister could've guessed who was waiting for you outside
>"A-Anon? What... what happened to you?"
>Fluttershy
>Is that drool?
"I don't have time for this Fluttershy. I need to see Twilight. Now!"
>She squeaks at your raised voice
>Your pet fucking mouse back on earth didn't squeak this much
>"I-I... uh... is transforma-"
"NO FLUTTERSHY TRANSFORMATION IS NOT MY FE-"
>And there she was
>Her minty-green hair
>Her white highlight
>There was no mistaking it
>Lyra
>Except it wasn't Lyra
>She... was human
 
>Fluttershy already flew off in fear by the time you came back to your senses
"Brain what do you make of this?"
>"I think Psychomint over there is living her dream come true."
"She doesn't look it, Brain."
>You watch Lyra clumsily trip around the main road
>She trips over a rock and eats dirt
>"Yeah, she must be having as hard a time as we are."
"Let's go talk to her."
>"Wait, you want to talk to LYRA of all po- er, people? Remember the bathhouse incident!?"
"I know, I know. But she's obviously the only other one we know of that's involved in... whatever's going on."
>"I don't like this, man."
"Me either, but what choice do we have? She looks like a total wreck."
>"Fine. FINE! Do what you want, see if I care."
>Man, your brain's such a prick
 
>You're starting to get a hang of walking on four legs
>Starting
>You considered trotting, but decided against it
>Walk before you can run, kiddo
>Before long, you're standing over a pathetic-looking Lyra
>Tears rolling down her cheeks
>She notices you and tries to sit up
>Tries
"Lyra... are you okay? You look like you're having the worst day of your life."
>She clumsily wipes her tears away
>"A-Anon? Oh Anon! Bon Bon kicked me out!"
>She leans into your... coat? Yeah, coat
"What? Why did she do that?"
>Lyra's crying slows
>"She said she doesn't date gorillas..."
>What a bitch
>That's YOUR race she's talkin' mad smack on
>Well, it was your race...
"Come on, Lyra. Let's get ourselves someplace where we can think about all this."
>Her tears stop flowing
>She sniffles a bit
>It's downright adorable
>And that makes you think
>Lyra is technically the first female human you've seen since you got here
>And fuck if you didn't feel that with every inch of your being
>It's gonna be a long day
 
>It took some effort teaching Lyra how to walk on two legs
>Likewise, it took a while to really learn to walk normally on four legs
>It's not so bad once you get used to it, though
>You feel like you're getting to know a whole new Lyra
>One that isn't a bathhouse sodomiz-
"No, no! Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts!"
>"Oh, NOW you remember..."
"Brain, fuck you."
>"Where, when, and for how long?"
"Shut up asshole."
>Your brain's a bitch
>You and Lyra decide to stop at Sugarcube Corner for lunch
>You were getting pretty hungry and it was a great chance to learn to eat like a pony
>God knows how long this little situation was going to last...
>Watching Lyra try to use silverware with her new hands was beyond comprehension
>Sometimes she'd catch you staring at her
>You could feel the blush rage when she gave you that coy "what are you looking at?" face
>Oh shit
>Are you falling for Lyra?
>We're talking about Lyra, here
>LYRA
>The human hobbyist
>The steam room rapist
>The backdoor buster
>The manhandling monster
>You try and and fight these new thoughts
>They are instantly defeated the second you look into her deep golden eyes
>"Ah man, we're fucked."
"I know..."
 
>You can't even fight her anymore
>She suggests something and you immediately agree to it
>Since lunch, you've gone from shop to shop to shop
>You're carrying bags of various items you didn't even pay attention to when she bought them
>You didn't care either
>All you cared about was Lyra
>From your shorten height, your two extra legs, and even your pony-like way of eating
>You began to feel more like Lyra's pet than a person, er, pony
>But something in your head told you that you were okay with that
>Hell, you were more than okay with that
>You were fantasizing about it in no time
>Being Lyra's... little pony
>The very thought left you flustered
>"I think we should go back to my old place. It's been forever since I've been in my own home."
"That sounds like a great idea. I've never been to your place before."
>There, you've done it again
>Blindly agreeing with anything she says
>What's become of you?
 
>Lyra's old home was nothing like you would've thought
>You expected pictures of you all over her walls
>Crazy plans, random articles of yours, maybe a memoir or two
>But it was nothing like that
>It was nice, pretty even
>She knew how to keep a place neat and tidy at the very least
>Hell, you couldn't find a single dragon dildo
>"Hey, uh, Anon..."
"Hm?"
>"You've been a big help all day and I was wondering if you wanted to stay with me tonight?"
>Shit
>Is this some kind of test?
>She takes the bags and opens them up
>She lifts up a collar and a leash
>"This is gonna sound strange... but.... I want to ask you something..."
>No
>Fucking
>Way
>You take a second look
>Lyra is standing in front of you holding a collar and leash
>She wants you to stay the night
>Oh fucking HHHHHHHNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG
>You gulp
 
"Hey uh, what's with the collar?"
>You can feel the nervousness inside of you rising
>A smile and a slight blush graces her face
>"I, well, I... um..."
>She's seriously struggling with this
>"I know I've asked you a lot of times before if I could, um... be your... little pony..."
>She's gonna do it, isn't she?
>She gonna really do it
>"I've liked you for a long time now... and well..."
>Come on, Lyra, just say it
>"Anon... will you be... my little pony?"
>Welp
>Of all the times she's asked to be YOUR little pony...
>Now with her as a human and you as a pony...
>Well, the idea intrigues you
>A part of you is screaming to get the fuck out of there
>But the majority is telling you that this is the greatest thing you've ever been asked
"Brain, help me out here."
>"Do it, little pony."
"You do know we're the same fucking pony."
>"... well fuck."
>You take a deep breath
>You can't believe you're actually doing this
>You trot up to Lyra and nudge the collar
"It better have your cutie mark as a tag"
 
It isn't long before you find yourself on her bed
>She's laying on her back, her arms around your neck
>She slowly slides the leather strap of the collar around your neck
>A small, metallic lyre jingling against the clasp
>She brings your head to hers and lightly breathes past your ear
>You feel a smooth tingling sensation echo throughout your body
>You can tell from her half-lidded stare what was on her mind
>"You have such a pretty coat"
>She whispers
>Her new fingers explore your new stallion body
>"Say it for me. Pleaaaase?"
>Oh sweet god her voice is a chorus of angels
>It's impossible to resist
"I have a... pretty coat..."
>She giggles lightly at your scarlet face
>It's the most adorable fucking sound you've ever heard
>"I wonder if you have a little cutie mark"
>She teases your toned stallion flank
>Her touch is so slight, so delicate
>You shudder and twist for her, almost begging for her to continue
>She squeaks with a small jump as your erect member prods her entrance
 
>She releases a quiet moan as you pull yourself away a little
>She doesn't let you get far
>"Now, now. You're my little pony now..."
>She pulls you back to her
>Another irresistible squeak escaping her with your touch
>"H-how about you sh-show your new master a little love...?"
>She gives you a seductive "repeat after me" look
"Lyra I-"
>She wraps one arm around your withers and the other behind your head
>Your locked lips prevent you from saying any more
>Her tongue takes no time in attacking every corner of your mouth
>You fight her tongue with yours
>A passionate cycle of wrestling your tongues and exploring one another's mouth carries forward
>She breaks the kiss with the cutest panting you've ever heard
>That's your cue to push into her
>Her new tight pussy is no match for your stallion
>You push in your tip a few inches in, splitting her
>She's almost yelling for you to bury it inside her
>You gladly accept her invitation
 
>You pull back out to the tip and forcefully push your entire length into her
>She screams in pure ecstasy as your hips collide with a wet SPLOP
>"OH DEAR CELESTIA I CAN FEEL IT IN MY NECK!" she screams, twitching
>Her hands try their best to take hold of her sheets as you slowly pull back for a second assault
>Her begging moans draw out as you ever-so-slowly slide back
>Once most of your bull is out, you take a good look
>There's a little blood, but it's completely soaked in her juices
>A minty aroma fills your nostrils
>The scent, mixed with the sheer sight of her juices and the sound of her moans, drives you wild
>Without further hesitation, you slam back down into her
>"Ahhhhhhhh~"
>Holy fuck she has got to be the cutest thing that ever existed
>Deep inside her, her every muscle squeezes and compresses your shaft
>The sensation alone brings you close to the edge
>You know you have to pick up the pace to bring her down
 
>You start wrecking her
>Each swift thrust brings her back into a tighter and tighter arc
>She's been screaming your name and babbling senselessly ever since you picked up the pace
>And there was no chance you'd slow back down
>Her new breasts bounced to and fro wildly with your maddened speed
>She couldn't so much as open her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure she was receiving
>But you knew that you had more inside of you
>You're pace reaches untold heights
>Her legs wrap around you as you viciously destroy her soaking pussy
>Before long, you feel it
>Her muscles contract, squeezing you tighter and tighter
>It's all too much to take
>Her heavenly moans and yelps
>The hotness deep inside her
>The resistance of her vaginal walls as they choke your raging member
>You feel a throbbing begin to intensify
>Precum escapes as you approach the absolute edge
>"A-A-Anon! Ins-s-s-s-side!" is all she could manage through her uncontrollable moans
>Her muscles contract one final time, squeezing tighter than anything you've ever felt
>You force your entire length as far into her as you can
>Then you erupt
>You unload over a year of pent up semen deep inside her
>Each pump weakens your knees till you simply collapse on top of her
>Your limping stallion slides from her with a loving PLOP
>For a moment, the two of you just lay there, silently taking in the afterglow
>"That's a good boy..." she says through weakened pants
 
>Your mind is completely blank
>Have you been brainwashed?
>Here you are, wearing a collar with a golden lyre on it, repeating commands for a girl calling herself "Master"
>"Who's my little pony?" she asks, lightly scratching behind one of your ears
>The feeling is... beyond divine
>So what if you were Lyra's pet now?
>So what if she has a collar and leash on you
>For some reason, you feel beyond happy
>Everything just feels as it should be
>You lock lips with Lyra one more time
>You break the kiss and say
 
"I'm your... little pony..."