>You are Anon
>Recently you have begun to bloom in the social world of Equestria.
>However you had to seek refuge by sharing a house with a pony
>Lyra is her name, she doesn't at all mind sharing anything with you.
>Hell she even introduced you to her best friend.
>And you and BonBon got along so well, you started dating, but never spending less time with Lyra.
>However recently your dates with BonBon seem to have become less and less meaningful.
>She seems to dodge you at any given chance, but never full on ignore you.
>Today, the restaurant you decided to take her to burned down, so you decided to just call it bad luck and go home for the night.
>However when you get there Lyra awaits standing a few eet away from the door.
>She glares you down and steadily closes the distance between the two of you.
>"So you and uh...BonBon didn't finish your date huh?"
"Well no. The restaurant-"
>She cuts you off by shushing you with her magic.
>"Listen. I think you and BonBon are gonna have a hard time going out after this. I think you'll run into more...problems...Catch my trot?"
>Is...is she threatening you?
>Her magic begins to trail accross your face to your neck, and then to your cheek.
>"Such a handsome stallion...Don't think you'd want to run into any trouble with a face this sculpted hm?"
>You can feel her rubbing and caressing your face, as if she had hands.
>"Why don't you find a nice mare...such as myself to have some fun with?"
>Her magic trails it's way up to your ear, just along the ridge and Lyra's face grows more and more devious as her small but gently touches turn into more aggressive, yet still small squeezes.
"I-I.."
>"You what Anon? Something you'd like to say?" she asks smile growing larger and larger by the second.
"I just wanna say...I'll be going to my room now..."
>Her horn's light fades and she walks towards the fridge.
>"Well...you probably didn't eat so.."
>She pulls out a large bowl full of…spaghetti.
>The same thing you ordered at the restaurant.
>She uses some magic bullshit to heat up the food and quickly sets a spot for you to eat up at the table.
>Lyra levitates something out of the fridge, and puts it in the oven.
>"I made you a little something...I'm sorry you'll have to wait for it to come out the oven."
"W-Well I was hoping I could get to bed as soon as-"
>She pulls whatever she made that was wrapped in foil out and sits it on the table.
>"I made enough for two...a-and was wondering if you didn't mind that."
>There's a warm large bowl of spaghetti, sitting, waiting to be eaten.
>Now the thing that makes you uncomfortable is...this is the same thing you ordered in the restaurant.
>"What's the matter Anon?
>You can't help but stare at the bowl, lost in thought briefly before you begin to walk towards your room again.
"Lyra, I'm sorry I'm very tired and-"
>You feel something pulling you towards the table slowly, making you walk forwards, no matter how much you squirm and jerk against it.
>"Come. Sit. Anon." Lyra says with authority as you unwillingly sit at the table with her.
>You sweat trying to move in any direction besides towards the table, and yet you fail even trying your hardest.
>"So..how was work?"
>You struggle to move once again, locked in place at the table it seems.
>"Did you have a stressful day today? I-If you want I can make it less...stressful." she says accompanied by a wink.
"Lyra let me go please...I-I just want to sleep."
>Lyra seems perplexed at what you're saying and her horn glows again.
>"You can't go to sleep before you've eaten dinner! I know it's so sudden to just spring a rule on you like that, but you've gotta eat Anon!"
>Your hand moves towards the fork on the table and clutches it.
>"You HAVE to Anon. It's to keep your strength up!"
>The fork makes it way to your mouth, which you keep shut.
>"Oh dear...you're having some problems chewing. Let me help you.."
>There's a sharp pain in your chest and you exhale, lungs feeling like they've swelled with glass.
>"There you go! See? No more locked jaw!"
>The fork finds it's way into your mouth and you chew.
>The spaghetti is excellent.
>Your breathing is pained, your eyes are watery, and yet you can't do anything but eat the spaghetti presented to you.
>"Does it taste good..? I tried my very best for you!"" shes says horn still shimmering with golden light.
>You only chew and nod your head in response, of course you aren't doing it yourself but it's all that you'd be able to do if you could.
>Lyra blushes and looks away from you meekly as her horn seems to shimmer more intensely ater that quip.
>"Oh Anon I'm so glad you like it...maybe you can cook for me one day..hehehehe..."
>Once more you nod and smile without moving a muscle yourself.
>Lyra blushes again and smiles your way as you chew.
>"I know this is a bit sudden too...but maybe you wanna...sleep together after dinner..?"
>Once again you nod and smile, but what you want to do is scream no, that what's happening isn't right.
>Of course, you continue to chow down, stuffing your face full of as much 'sketti as you possibly can.
>Lyra giggles at you and does the same herself, and before you know it, all the pasta and tomato sauce is gone.
>"Well, now that we've eaten, maybe it's time to head on over to bed?"
>You open your mouth and to your own surprise you respond with a single monotone 'Yes'.
>Lyra smiles again and grabs hold of your hand with her magic, her horn begins to glow even moreso as you both draw closer to your room.
>Flinging open the door, Lyra trots in excitedly and plops herself down on your bed.
>"Mmm..your bed is so much more comfier than mine. Maybe I should sleep in here with you more often...hehe..."
"Sure, I definitely don't mind it." you say without thought.
>You definitely do mind it, but it's not like you can say anything about it.
>"Come cuddle with me Anon, I promise my coat is soft and I'm especially warm." she says invitingly, to which you respond with by plopping down yourself right next to her and grasping her, clutching her close to you.
>"Oh Anon, so strong~"
>You clasp onto her even more tightly and she wiggles her rump against you the more you squeeze, and this has seemed to turn into a grind fest after a while, before Lyra settles down and turns around in your arms and snuggles into your chest.
>"Ahh...so comfortable..."
>You feel violated, dirty, disgusting.
>And yet still,very much so warm.
>"Oh Anon this is amazing...and we haven't even gotten to the best part..."
>You wonder what she means but by the time she's even moved on to explaining, she's begun to fiddle with your pants' zipper.
>"I think it's time you showed me a little appreciation Anon..."
>You find yourself unbuttoning your pants and slipping them past your ankles, shoes still on.
>Without notice you stand and kick your pants off with ease, and of course you begin to take your boxers off as well, but you stop when Lyra shoots you a disapproving look.
>"Do it slowly Anon...I wanna enjoy every moment of this."
>Once more, you react, this time sticking your thumbs into the waistline of your underwear and pulling at them gently, slowly pulling them lower and lower.
>"Mmmm...that's it...just like that..."
>You continue and of course as you go on Lyra's horn seems to glow brighter and brighter with a delicate golden shimmer and her grasp on you seems to tighten, but let you loose when you pull down your boxers to about the level of where your pubic hair would be had you not shaved.
>"Go on Anon..."
>You shimmy out of your undergarments, and surprise, you aren't even remotely erect.
>"Oh you're no fun..." Lyra says horn glow fading, allowing you to atleast breathe of your own accord now, and that first breath you take feels like you’re partaking of the sweetest nectar.
>You start panting, sucking air in like a vaccuum and blowing it almost as soon as you suck even a little in.
>"Oh my. I didn't think I'd have that much of an effect on you Anonymous."
>The will to run is strong, yet the fear of being caught is stronger.
>There's nothing you can do to prevent Lyra from getting what she wants.
>You fall to your knees and try to focus on something, anything other than Lyra.
>"Oh no...are you hurt Anon...d-did I-"
"Shut up."you spit out spitefully somehow.
>Her conident glare turns into something resembling being hurt.
>"I see."
>Her horn lights up once more and you stand up, then sit back down on your bed, slowly stroking yourself to hardness.
>"That's more like it~"
>Thoughts run rampant, but yet none can be identified singularly, and all that's in your head is her.
>You continue to rub your cock even after it's as hard as it can possibly get and Lyra seems a bit less than surprised.
>"That all you got? Pitiful."
>You should be hurt by her words, but you aren't one bit.
>Lyra does a 180 in place, flinging her tail off to the side, exposing herself to you, winking your way every so often.
>"You'll do human. You may not be as big as a stallion, but I heard you've got a hell of a lot of stamina."
>You push back on the bed a little and make some room so Lyra can mount you, and of course she makes sure you remember she's in charge by having you on the bottom.
>Her walls quickly adjust to your size, and then begin to milk you of their own accord it seems, as Lyra remains completely still the entire time.
>"Haah...you're definitely not as big as a stallion...but buck yeah you feel so good~"
>She wiggles her rump against you and starts pushing her hips back towards you and you begin to thrust yourself against your own wishes.
>You both steady yourselves and get a good beat going, that is until Lyra tenses up and just goes wild, bucking against you and losing grip on her magic briefly.
>In that one moment you wince in pain, not even sure why you're in pain, but you know you are.
>As soon as you wince, something inside of you clicks, and once more, you're thrusting into the mint colored mare on top of you.
>"Oh yes...yes yes yes that's good right there..."she says between little gasps of pleasure.
>No matter how much you want to stop, no matter how much you will yourself to do so, you just can't.
>The more you thrust, the less you think, and the less you think, the more right things feel
>Yet you still cling on to what little thoughts you have left, and endure all this mare has to dish out.
>Minutes turn into hours as you just pound away at her insides, switching positions every so often, spraying her insides with your seed, and lose your grip more and more.
>Things seem to reach a crawl as soon as Lyra seems sated, but she still insists on leaving your balls empty and continues to ride you in all sorts of crazy positions, just to squeeze another load out of you.
>You can't move anymore, or rather you aren't moving anymore and Lyra remains slamming her rump against your hips, her rump jiggling with each impact against you.
>"Just..one more..one more time please pleaseee..."she gurgles out as she melts into the pillow, unable to move anymore herself, her mons convulsing wildly around you and her voice becoming shrill, only muffled by her face being in the pillow.
>"I-I can't do anymore I..."
>She trails off and her horn finally stops glowing.
>"Oh buck yeah..."
>A weight has been lifted from your mind, and your member pops free of her cunny with an audible slish.
>You can't help but feel used...abused even.
>Tears form in your eyes, but you dare not cry, nor even move.
>"A-Anon. Come cuddle with me...please?"
>You obey and curl up next to her on your bed and wrap both of you up in a cover coccoon.
>"Thanks for being so wonderful." Lyra says slurring the last bit before she gives you a quick peck on the cheek.
>You only nod in response and her horn isn't even glowing.
"Goodnight.”
>She snuggles into your chest and you both lie still, you moreso than her as you rethink all of what just happened.