>As soon as she's out, you realize you have to act fast
>You can't let that experience repeat itself
>Lyra's wet, sopping pussy, squeezing around your shaft still haunts your dreams
>You slam the door closed after the two make their way out
>And set about piling what furniture you can
>You set chairs on stools on desks
>The whole construction teeters dangerously as you continue to build on it
>But you just don't have time to nail it
>You're sliding a desk over when you here that voice
>"Anooon! We're baaaack!"
>It triggers you, and you see flashes of your past assault
>You close your eyes and shake your head
"You can't come in!"
>You hear the unclicking of the door
>Wait, when did she get a key?
>And the door swings outwards
>You slap your hand on your face when you realized it
>"Woah, someone's been busy!"
>You don't really see much of her face through all the furniture
"I won't le-"
>The shockwave propels you backwards, and you see the barricade obliterated before you
>Pieces of shattered furniture flow out in a spiral, and you hold your hands up
>To shield you from both the bright light that emanates from Lyra's horn, and the whirling pieces of wood
>You feel a piece smack against your forearm, and you let out a yelp
>It stings, sending vibrations down your arm
>You're sure it's going to bruise
>"Are you ready, Anon?"
>The light fades
>As the clattering subsides, you lower your arms
>Lyra stands at the doorway, smiling
>Floating a drink with a bendy straw next to her
>And in steps BonBon
 
>No
>Not this time
>You scramble around, feeling on the ground for something, anything
>And you find the broken leg of a chair
>You stand up, holding the piece of wood in your hands
>Feeling its weight, its balance
>The voices of [spoiler]like, 2[/spoiler] anons ring in your head, telling you to fight back
>You grip the wood in both hands, facing it towards BonBon
>Who looks at you with a puzzled look on her face, one that you imagine saying "really?"
>Lyra giggles
>"Oh yeah, fighting back! You're gonna love her!"
>She sits her ass down near the door
>And raises a hoof
>"Go!"
>She lets it fall as BonBon rolls her eyes and springs forward
>You widen your legs, keeping a low center of gravity
>Your newfound reflexes slow her motion down just enough
>And you swing out, a broad swideways swing, pushing your hand at the base of the club for more force
>It connects with her side, sending shock waves down through your arm
>You feel your entire body shake with the force
>There's barely a single grunt from BonBon as she goes with the swing
>Her body flings to the side, and she hits the floor rolling
>The club swings back for the force, and you stagger backwards, shoulders feeling sore
>The weapon feels heavier in your arms, and you hold it up towards the mare
>She doesn't seem fazed at all
>Well, shit
>You yell and run towards her
>You need to take the initiative
>She rears back and holds her hoof up
>Taking the club in her frog with a little grunt
>And sends a punch with the other
>You see it coming
>And roll your body into her, sending your weight into the tiny mare
>The slam sends the two of you backwards, tumbling
>And ends with you on top of her, and the weapon sprawling away
>Her eyes are wide in surprise
>You sit back up
>And rear back a punch
>"Oh shit, you go Anon!"
>her hooves fling upwards in defense
 
>You send your fist crashing down against her
>Her hooves are actually really strong though
>And they really hurt when she blocks you
>You had sent your entire body travling into that punch
>And she takes that momentum, bucking her legs up
>And sends you flying over on top of her, landing on the ground with your chest
>It knocks the wind out of you, and you hear her roll back up
>You hear her panting a little
>Of course, nothing compared to how heavily you're breathing
>But you just have to wear her down
>You struggle to get up, the fatigue setting in
>And stars suddenly flood your vision as she slams down on your back
>Her hoof digs into your shoulder blades and you yell out in pain
>And try to roll back
>Your weight has the advantage over the little pony
>And you send her onto the ground beside you as you flip over
>She rolls away and gets up
>You shakily get on your feet
>Scanning the floor for another weapon
>And spy a chair
>You keep your eyes trained on BonBon, who barely looks tired
>Walking slowly to the side, hands reaching out
>She strifes opposite your motion, ready to pounce
>Her eyes notice where you're nearing
>And she leaps
>You grab the chair as quickly as you can and turn it towards her
>You feel your feet slide back as her body slams into the seat of the chair
>None of the legs stabbed her, and it looks like it barely phased her
>She grips one of the chair legs in her hooves
>And breaks it off
>Fucking shit
 
>You give a loud battlecry
>It probably just sounded like a weeabo shouting
>And charge forward, pushing your entire weight into the makeshift shield
>She's surprised by your onslaught, and...
>Well, the force pushes her over, so that's good
>Except she's now on the floor while your momentum carries you forward
>On top of her
>She holds a hoof out and you trip
>At least you didn't charge forward that much, because when you land on the ground it doesn't hurt too much
>BonBon gets back up and you turn around, holding your chair up towards her
>She's taking in more breaths now
>You're making a dent in her stamina
>Her hoof bats at the chair in your hands
>And it sends the thing flying, smashing into the wall
>Wait, was she going easy on you?
>You scramble backwards as she approaches, eyes looking around, panicking
>You pick up another wooden leg
>And throw it at the slowly approaching BonBon
>She bats it with her hoof, smashing it to pieces
>You feel the wall behind you
>And you naturally start to sit up as you scoot further back
"W-wait, don't!"
>"Looks like you're screwed, Anon!"
>Lyra slurps loudly, having emptied her drink
>She steps over your legs
>And sends a hoof ramming towards you
>You close your eyes
>And feel shudders on the wall behind you
>You peek open, and see that she had punched right beside your head
>And made a fucking hole in the wall
>She leans her head in, eyes leveling
>"Take off your pants."