Title:           Cy-Lyra - Day 11
Author:          sometwifag
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First Edit:      Monday 6th of October 2014 10:10:23 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 6th of October 2014 10:10:23 AM CDT

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>Wow.
>That's really the only word that comes to mind when you look at the place you called you home.
>"Sorry, it's a little cluttered now, but I-I can get it cleaned up quick enough!"
>Cluttered was an understatement.
>You are Lyra, and Bon Bon must have dropped into a serious state after your disappearance.
>Your heart breaks at the sight of your living room.
>Boxes, bags, old cups, food, candy wrappings, you name it.
>If it came from a convenience store or a fast food establishment, chances are it's in this room.
>The floor is nearly nonexistent, simply a sea of discarded food and trash.
>Furniture stained, paper and styrofoam cups turned on their sides, their contents long soaked into the cushions.
>You risk a step into the room, your hoof sliding a little out from under you.
>You don't dare look at what you've stepped in.
"Bonny…"
>You look back at your best friend.
>She's aged.
>You can see it in her eyes, what your disappearance has brought to her.
>A guilt and depression driven sedentary lifestyle.
>"I-I tried looking for you…"
>She doesn't look at you.
>Her face transforms before your eyes, cheeks turning red with embarrassment over the state of the home you share.
>Her nose scrunches up, eyes squinting closed as you see her shame and sadness fall from them, traveling down her heated face, some passing over her grimaced lips.
>"B-but after a couple w-weeks...I just...waited..."
>Your vision is blurry from your emotions as you wade your way over to her side.
"I'm here now, Bon Bon. Everything's fine now."
>A hard sob escapes her.
>"Y-you're all I've got, Lyra! Please! Please don't leave me again!"
"I'm not going anywhere, Bonny."
>You nuzzle your friend's neck gingerly as you contemplate the severity of your statement.
>After all, you are Anon's.
>And Anon is yours.
>It may take some time, but you will be living with him at some point.
>Bon Bon will hopefully understand by then.
>She shudders against your touch.
>"I'm so s-sorry for leaving you...back then."
"Don't worry about it. It's in the past."
>"I-if I'd stayed, w-we could've talked it out. You wouldn't have r-run off by yourself. You wouldn't have...wouldn't have...oh goddesses!"
>She suddenly latches onto you, wailing into your shoulder.
>You try to console her, whispering comforting words in her ear.
>How you'd love to just move all of this trash out of the way with your magic.
>Can't take that risk, though.
>It's been a few minutes when Bon Bon finally moves away from you, rubbing a fetlock across her face.
>"S-sorry. I just-"
"I get it, really, I do. But you can't blame yourself for my choices. I chose to go into the Everfree that day. Nopony else could tell me otherwise."
>She nods, still sniffling from time to time.
>She sweeps over the room with her eyes.
>"The house is a wreck."
"It's alright."
>"No, it isn't. I let myself go when you went missing. I hardly slept, staying up as late as possible in the hope that you'd come to the door."
>It hurts to hear this.
"I'm sorry...I didn't really think about the consequences."
>Neither of you say a word, content to simply reflect in quiet.
>A wall clock in the kitchen nearby ticks against the silence.
>You've sat and watched that clock day by day.
>It gets louder as the second hand passes the six, the gears and inner working struggling against gravity.
>You've heard it get louder roughly three times since you've been standing, waiting for something to do.
>Bon Bon suddenly start kicking the trash out of her way as she moves towards the kitchen.
>"Gonna get some trash bags and start on this mess."
>You wordlessly follow behind.
>For the next couple of hours, the two of you clean your home.
>It's a relatively easy task, although you were missing your magic more than ever as you picked up half-eaten hayburgers and snacks with your bare hooves.
>You applaud Earth Ponies and their strong wills against yucky stuff.
>The room resembles something a pony could actually live in, now.
>You are placing the fourth and final garbage bag outside of the front door when you hear Bon Bon crying again.
>Ponyfeathers.
>You wish she'd quit beating herself up over stuff.
>You're happy enough as it is to be back in one piece!
>You step inside, closing the door behind you, walking over to the sad mare leaning her back against the wall, the rest of her slumped on the floor.
>You would have taken to sitting on the couch, but the damage to the cushions is irreparable.
>A mental note is made to stop by Davenport's for some replacements.
>You actually smile at that thought.
>It's the first real mundane thing you've thought about since you've been restored.
>The adventure is over.
>No more mystical magic.
>No more terrors in the woods.
>No more hidden feelings.
>It feels great to worry about couch cushions.
>You settle down next to your roommate, draping a hoof across her shoulders.
"What's wrong?"
>"I m-made you clean up the house on your first day b-back to normal! I'm a horrible friend!"
>You roll your eyes.
"Bonny, I am ecstatic to have cleaned the house."
>She looks at you, a bit dumbfounded.
"Seriously! I'm tired of all the running, the worry, the stress of if I'll ever return back to normal. This past month has been Tartarus for me. You don't know how happy it makes me to finally do something I can control. Like cleaning a house."
>"Y-you're just saying that."
"Nope. I really mean it. So...thanks, I guess. Heh heh!"
>You squeeze your friend, nuzzling into her neck again.
>She responds in kind.
>The two of you bask in the fruits of your labor.
>The living room is spotless, surfaces shining more than they ever had before.
>You don't know if you've ever seen it like this since you moved here.
>"So...what do you want to do now?"
"Now?"
>You yawn and stretch, cozying up to your friend.
"I want to sleep in our own bed."
>"O-oh, right...the bed..."
>Hmmm...
>That didn't sound good.
"Bonny?"
>"M-maybe we're better off sleeping on the couch?"
"There are no cushions on the couch."
>Seriously?
"Is it that bad?"
>Her face starts getting red again as she nods.
>You really hate to see your friend cry.
"Alright! Alright! I'll...think of something."
>You stand and pace around, walking towards the bedroom.
>Just how bad could it-
>...
>Oh.
>You quietly close the door as you purge the sight from memory.
>Cleaning the bed is no longer an option.
>Replacement is the only way.
>With that out of the way, you wrack your mind for an alternative.
>You could both...sleep on a bench out in the park?
>...
>No, that won't work.
>Immediately, another option comes to mind.
>No.
>Absolutely not.
>Anon has done enough for you.
>You couldn't possibly ask him to put up both you and Bon Bon for the night.
>...Could you?
>...
>You do want to be with him.
>But you also want to spend time with your friend.
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"C'mon Bonny."
>You help the troubled mare to her hooves.
>"Where are we going? And at this late?"
>You reach the front door, holding it open for Bon Bon to pass through.
"We're going to Anon's!"
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>...
>Lying in bed has never been a grand past time, but you find yourself reflecting in here more and more.
>You are Anon, and you are wide awake, staring at your ceiling.
>The darkness in the room plays tricks on your vision, blotches of blur appearing as your eyes focus on nothing.
>After so long, your body feels...weightless.
>It's peculiar, really.
>You just chalk it up to the craziness these past few days have brought.
>And then, you hear it.
>Knocking.
>A very familiar knock.
>Your blood runs cold.
>You're in your hallway.
>How did you get here so fast?
>More knocking.
>You can't shake the feeling that you can hear an odd humming coming from the other side of the door.
>It has to be your imagination.
>Lyra is fixed.
>She's fine, now.
>More knocks.
>You're standing right by the door now.
>Each knock is like a swift buck to your chest.
>You can't breathe.
>A voice.
>"Anon?"
>So frail and helpless.
>"...Please…"
>God.
>God no.
>You don't want to open the door, but your hand is reaching for the knob.
>There's nothing you can do.
>Your body isn't responding.
>You try to scream.
>You try to run.
>You try to close your eyes.
>Nothing works.
>The door is opening.
>The humming has become an encompassing blare of noise.
>The sound is warbling, phasing in and out of itself, coursing through your bones.
>And as the door opens partly, you see teal.
>Lyra.
>You can't hear anything but the noise.
>Lyra is here.
>You have no control over the door's pace as you watch in agony.
>Without warning, the door is open.
>You are standing before Lyra.
>She is suspended in the air by chains, all legs spread wide, showing off the gaping cavity of her chest, internal organs still present.
>You can see her body fighting to stay alive from the wound, her lungs expanding and contracting wildly, her heart nearly pounding out of her chest.
>Her head is missing.
>There is nothing.
>No head.
>No machine.
>Just a stump of her neck.
>You've seen enough.
>You turn around, but there's no door back to your house.
>Another voice.
>"...Please, Anon…"
>Lyra is calling you.
>But from where?
>You try to respond, but you can't scream or talk at all.
>You open your mouth, but are left with frustration.
>You turn back to the torment on display.
>The chains suddenly tighten, pulling outwards.
>Dear God.
>Her lungs are pumping even faster.
>She knows what's happening to her.
>There's nothing you can do, but watch as your mare is torn apart in front of you.
>It's the least you can do, being with he
>The chains jerk outwards.
>They pull on her limbs roughly.
>You swear you hear her screaming in pain.
>But there's no head.
>There's a pounding that shakes the earth under your feet.
>The chains pull again.
>She's crying your name out.
>You finally find your voice as you whisper to her.
"I'm sorry."
>It's all you can get out before the chains pull once more.
>And as you hear the snapping of bones and joints and witness the first signs of her flesh tearing free, you are jolted by another great pounding in your ears.
>You jump, sitting straight up in your bed.
>Your bed?
>You feel around your body.
"Fucking Christ. It was just a dream."
>Your back is soaked with sweat.
>Not having Lyra near you is going to kill you if this is how it's going to be every night.
>You get out of your bed and head to the bathroom for a drink when you are suddenly stopped, your hair standing on end.
>Knocking.
>"Anon? Are you even here?"
>Lyra.
>But...why is she here?
>Are you still dreaming?
>Is this one of those "dreams within a dream"?
>Fuck that inception bullshit.
>She knocks again a bit roughly and impatient.
>"C'mon, Anon! Please wake up!"
>You faintly hear another voice, but you can't make it out.
>You throw on a robe and quickly head to the door.
>Hand on the knob, you gulp.
>Lyra had better be her adorable self when you open this door or you'll fucking scream.
>With hesitation, you finally unlock the door and swing it open.
>And there she is.
>As wonderful as ever.
>"H-hey! Sorry, I woke you up."
>You can't help but smile stupidly at how happy you are to see her.
"No! No problem at all! What's up? I thought you were staying with Bon Bon?"
>"Um..."
>She fidgets a bit, and it is now that you realize that Lyra is not alone.
>Bon Bon is behind her, looking quite pitiful.
>"Well, we kinda can't sleep in our house due to some...uh...I'm not sure how to put it. But we need a place to crash. I hate to ask you, but do you mind putting Bon Bon and myself up for the night?"
>You scratch your head.
>There's absolutely zero problems with that.
>Unless you wanted to get ten kinds of crazy with Lyra, then you'd have to hold off.
>But what could be keeping them from staying in their own home?
"Sure. You know you can stay here whenever, Lyra."
>"Thanks!"
>She rears up and plants a small kiss on your chin.
>"You're the best!"
>She happily trots on as you move out of the way.
>Bon Bon trudges behind.
"Hey, Bon Bon."
>She stops, but doesn't look at you.
"You're more than welcome here as well. And not just tonight. Whenever you need something, don't hesitate to ask me."
>She finally looks up to you.
>And smiles weakly.
>"Th-thanks...That means a lot to me."
>You crouch down and sweep her up in a brief hug.
>You've already released her before she could reciprocate.
>The mare has obviously had it rough.
>Her personality certainly doesn't do her well, but if Lyra can love her, you can at least tolerate her.
>She walks into your house, a little brighter than before.
>You rub your face and close your door.
>"I'll take the couch, I guess."
>Bon Bon moves to step up onto the covered couch when you and Lyra both shout to her.
"NO!"
>"NO!"
>She withdraws her hoof quickly, as if she'd injured it, eyes wide.
>"Oooo-kay then. Not the couch."
>"We'll share the spare bed, Bonny."
>Waves of disappointment.
>But honestly, just having Lyra in your home makes up for it.
>Sleep should come easy now.
>Speaking of, the excitement of Lyra and Bon Bon's appearance is wearing off.
>You yawn loudly, stretching your arms in the air.
"I don't know about you guys, but I was in the middle of sleeping a few minutes ago."
>A terrible, nightmare-filled sleep, but sleep nonetheless.
"I'm gonna hit the hay. You gals make yourselves at home. Just don't get on the couch. Trust me."
>You pat Bon Bon on the head and walk to Lyra.
>She stands on her rear legs again as you cup her head in your hands, giving her a passionate kiss.
"Sweet dreams, babe."
>"You too."
>One last little scratch behind her ear and she drops back to all fours.
>You head back to the bathroom, getting you that drink you wanted earlier.
>Back in your own room, you disrobe and flop back onto the mattress and drift into slumber.
>It was awesome.
>...
>...
>You're dreaming again.
>Good dreams, though.
>The kind of dream you have to clean up after.
>The details are too muddy to make out, but you know that whatever it is, it's awesome.
>Too soon, the dream starts to fade, the sunlight streaming through your window becoming all too real.
>There's...something else though.
>You were sure you were dreaming, but you can still feel…
>You slowly look down yourself, noticing a large object under the covers moving in a slow up and down motion.
>A small moan vibrates against your dick.
>Yup.
>That's Lyra.
>You declare that this is by far the best way to wake up.
>To keep the game going, you lay stock still, pretending to be asleep.
>You hope she hasn't noticed.
>Goddamn, she's good.
>For not having used her mouth in over a month, she's already become a master.
>Her lips travel halfway down your length, back up to rest against the underside of your head.
>A light flick of her tongue and she goes back down.
>She's repeating this with uncannily perfect timing.
>You could run the world's clocks on this mare's internal metronome.
>Every fifth or so dip downwards, she tilts her head, rubbing the tip of your shaft against her inner cheek.
>God, how you wish you could see her going at it.
>You have to give her mad props, though.
>Pulling your boxers down without any magic takes some serious skill and concentration.
>Not to mention you didn't wake up from it either.
>Goes to show you how much she wanted the D.
>Your rod is rock hard, taking her assault with ease.
>She reaches the tip once again, your cock flexing from the stimulation.
>It slides out of her mouth with a satisfying "pop".
>You try your hardest to resist the urge to moan out loud, her hot breath billows over your drenched manhood, teasing you in ways only a lover can.
>The thought of her lust-filled gaze staring at your cock, mouth slightly open as she catches her breath excites you to the point of no return.
>You purposely flex your dick, feeling some brief gentle contact as you undoubtedly booped her muzzle.
>The bed shakes slightly as she giggles.
>Your mind reels as a warm, wet sensation travels over your balls and up the entire length of your shaft.
>You shudder hard as she goes back to continue her ministrations.
>Lyra slows down to a snails pace, dragging her tongue upwards across the sensitive skin at an agonizing slowness.
>She's relishing her actions.
>And you wouldn't want it any other way.
>She reaches the tip for the fourth or so time and teases your urethra, gently pressing her tongue into it, squirming it back and forth.
>You break.
>Jerking severely at the intense pleasure, you vocalize your approval through a needy moan.
>You feel her press her muzzle against the tip, and smile into it.
>Goddamnit, she's way too fucking good.
>She puckers her lips, kissing the sides of the shaft.
>She travels downwards, ensuring that not a single spot be left untouched by her lips.
>When she's reached your balls, that same warm sensation rubs underneath of them, lifting them up and down as she bounces your nuts with her tongue.
"F-fuck."
>She laughs under her breath.
>"Finally woke up, huh?"
>She keeps her voice down.
"Yeah...H-hey, what abou-"
>"She's still asleep. I woke up early feeling...generous."
>Her muzzle presses into your sack as she inhales deeply while trailing her tongue upwards.
>She pull back, releasing her breath over your painfully engorged member.
"I can tell."
>"You could say I had a dream. A wonderful dream."
>Oh shit.
>Were you both sharing the same dream again?
>That's...pretty cool actually.
>Especially with those kinds of dreams.
>You feel something a little cool press against your balls, rubbing them in slow circular motions.
>Must be her hoof.
>"Mmmm. But enough talk. I'm still waiting on my breakfast."
>Fucking.
>Hell.
>That's hot as shit.
>She presses her muzzle against the tip of your cock while simultaneously rubbing your nuts around.
>She applies pressure, using your dick to force her lips open.
>With a quick "pop", she's back to sucking you off, flicking that godly tongue of hers around your head on her upward travels.
>You raise your arms behind your head, assuming the douchebag "no hands" position.
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>Lyra keeps her steady, practiced pace while you bask in the glory that is Lyra's mouth.
>You flinch as she grazes her teeth against your length while she repositions herself slightly.
>Feels like she's trying to move a little closer.
>She stops with her lips covering your tip as she wiggles forwards a bit.
>She presses her tongue against the underside of your cock, sticking it out passed her bottom lip slightly.
>And slowly, she descends.
>Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.
>She's trying to deepthroat you.
>You have to see this.
>The blanket is lifted, and Lyra stops to look into your eyes.
>She tries to smile around a mouthful of cock.
>You wish you had a camera just for this.
>This would be the picture you keep in your wallet to show friends.
>Without taking her eyes off of yours, she continues.
>She moves her tongue in and out, massaging the bottom of your cock ever so deliciously.
>This mare has powers over you no mare should have.
>Now, granted, you are no R34 Rainbow Dash per Twilight's fantasies, but you can hold your own against most other stallions you've had the misfortune to stumble upon.
>Lyra is passing the halfway point when you notice her begin to struggle.
>Her throat tenses up slightly, her tongue spasming.
>She soon gets it under control as she continues.
>You want to cheer her on, but you can't.
>Your brain has left the building for now.
>Three quarters of the way, and you can feel the tip of your cock rubbing against the back of her throat.
>She stops again, squinting as she fights to control her gag reflex.
>Once again, she gets it under control.
>She goes for broke, pushing the rest of herself down on your cock.
>Taking you entirely.
>Her tongue lashes against your length wildly as you embrace the total warmth of her throat.
>She tries to swallow against you, and it drives you wild.
>Suddenly, she coughs and pulls back, drool and pre combining in a thick mixture as it flows out of her mouth, sticking to her chin and dangling in the air as it's still attached to your member.
>The sight alone almost sets you off.
>She coughs a few more times.
>Your lust addled mind finds enough momentum to actually get you to talk.
"You okay?"
>She waves a hoof to you, nodding, but still coughing, the thick fluid still dribbling down her lips.
>She shuts her mouth, coughing into a hoof.
>The bed bounces slightly with every hack until it finally subsides.
>"Heh heh."
>She clears her throat, wiping her muzzle with a forehoof.
>"That was a bit more than I thought."
>Love it when a girl says that.
"Sure you're okay?"
>"Mmmhmm."
>With little fanfare, she's back at it, taking you in her mouth once again.
>She's sped up, though, going at you with a much more focused pace.
>Jesus.
>You're not going to last long.
>Not after all of that.
>It's clear that her intention now is to finish you.
>You decide it's time to help out.
>You reach down with both hands and place them on the back of Lyra's head.
>You pet her mane while she continues to gobble your cock relentlessly.
>She's twisting her head from side to side, her tongue doing things that your blood deprived brain can't comprehend.
>Your petting has become pushing as you try to increase her pace against your member.
>She moans into you as you clench your hand around a lock of her mane, your fist pushing her down onto you further, faster.
>You feel the tip of your cock brush against the back of her throat at times.
>You don't want to cause her discomfort, but it's so hard to regulate these things when you are merely inches from reaching climax.
>You start to thrust your hips up to match her.
>Her muzzle bumps into your crotch quite often.
>You are hilting against her mouth.
>Your cock is slamming against Lyra's throat.
>Oh God.
>The thought alone takes you.
>Head thrown back, and with one last thrust, you use all of your strength and hold Lyra's head down on your cock, her nose buried into you, releasing your first rope of seed directly into her throat.
>You are shown once again the superior strength of ponies as she lifts her head off of you, leaving a little over half of your length in her mouth as your second and subsequent spurts land in her mouth.
>Apparently she wanted a taste of it.
>You cum, hard.
>Throb after throb, you are filling up her mouth with your essence.
>She laps against your cock with her tongue, trying to swallow it all down.
>You open your eyes and watch the damage.
>Celestia bless Lyra, she's doing her best, but she just can't hold it all.
>Her cheeks begin distend with every rope you shoot into her.
>Fuck, this is a long ass orgasm.
>You feel a powerful sucking as Lyra swallows and works to pull everything out she can.
>Your hypersensitive dick is eager to oblige as you continue to deliver.
>After what feels like minutes, you've stopped cumming.
>Lyra is having trouble downing it all, a lot seeping out around her lips, traveling down your length.
>She goes to swallow once more, but coughs suddenly in the middle.
>It is in this single moment that a new fetish is activated within you.
>Messy blowjobs.
>Gobs of semen, drool and pre are ejected over your manhood, coating your crotch and boxers.
>You can feel it sliding down your nuts, sticking and running down your taint.
>Several thick viscous strands of the milky fluids are hanging from Lyra's mouth, still connecting her to your drenched rod.
>Her eyes are clenched tight, tears leaking from the corners, her face completely flushed.
>She's removed herself from your shaft as she catches her breath.
>Some of the messy strands snap, falling against your skin with a cool touch.
>The rest seem to collide together into one large strand until it too buckles under its weight.
>Lyra is still lightly coughing, trying her best to stay quiet.
>God, you love her.
>Slowly, she opens her eyes, those perfect half-lidded golden orbs putting you in a trance, a hint of red at their edges.
>She gives you a sheepish smile, cum and saliva hanging from her chin.
>Her mane is all over the place, the blanket having rubbed it into oblivion.
>And she's beautiful.
>Still catching your breath, you suddenly move forward, taking her head in your hands and kiss her, deeply.
>Hungrily.
>The cum on her chin swings to your own, the cool touch bringing a sting of excitement as you taste yourself on Lyra's lips.
>You part her lips with your tongue, eager for more of her.
>Your muscles meet, dancing the only way they know how.
>Interlocked and writhing against each other, you start to move a hand down her back.
>She moans at your touch.
>You finally reach down and get a handful of her soft plot, kneading it with care.
>A hoof touches your chest and pushes you back, breaking the kiss.
>"Hah...Hold on. Not right now."
"Not right now?"
>She wipes a foreleg across her mouth, nodding.
>"Yeah. It's too late in the morning. Bonny'll be up soon and we need to clean up."
"But…"
>She smirks as she pushes you against the bed, crawling up your body.
>Your lips meet once again as she lowers herself onto you, pinning your slowly softening member between the two of you.
>The cold from the cooling fluids contrasting against the incredible warmth of Lyra's body send shivers down your spine.
>She grinds against you, her silky fur setting your still sensitive cock alight.
>Breaking the kiss, she continues to shift her hips against you in the most impressive of ways.
>Let it be known, that Lyra can work it.
>"Don't worry, big guy. I'll get my share."
>With that, she simply hops off of the bed and stretches, much like how Dash does, accentuating every curve of her body.
>Although, Dash doesn't raise her tail as high as possible.
>You're not sure how she's holding back.
>Her sex is clearly in want of some stimulation, lips slightly swollen, winking in long, hard pulses.
>Finishing her stretches, she does a little dance with her hooves, limbering up it seems.
>"There! Muuuch better. You don't know how stiff your body gets when you're cramped under covers like that."
>You know how stiff you certainly got.
>"I'll go on and clean up, then get breakfast started."
>You don't really hear her because you're too busy entranced by that ass as it sways out of your room.
>...
>Silence.
>Your room is completely silent, save for the sound of Lyra getting the shower prepared.
>Did…
>Did that really just happen?
>You look down at your exposed member.
>It's a fucking mess.
>Yes.
>That did just happen.
>Never before has a mare woken you up with blow job.
>And one of such epic proportions, either.
>Time to get up, though.
>You stand and try to clean yourself up.
>Looking at your sheets, they're fucked.
>Definitely will have to wash them.
>You grab a corner and wipe yourself down as best you can, wadding up the sheet afterwards, chucking it in the corner of your room with the rest of your dirty clothes.
>You grab some simple clothes from your closet and dresser, hanging onto them for your turn in the shower.
>A few strains and grunts come from the bathroom.
>Sounds like she's having trouble washing again without her magic.
>You really wish there was something you could do to speed up the process and help her out.
>But once again, you're powerless.
>A loud thud shakes your floor.
>You stand and listen further.
>It didn't sound like it came from the bathroom, and you can still hear Lyra making some noises while washing.
>Must be Bon Bon.
>You hear some more rustling.
>Curiosity striking you, you peek out of your door into the hall.
>Only to see Bon Bon doing the same from the spare bedroom.
>The two of you hold a serious gaze for a moment before she's the first the smile awkwardly.
>"Heh heh. Bed is a little smaller than mine. Fell out."
"You okay?"
>She waves a hoof a towards you, stepping out into the hall.
>"Yeah, yeah. No biggie. So, Lyra in the shower?"
"Sounds like it."
>She stares at the bathroom door for a bit, fidgeting here and there.
>You don't really think anything of it.
>"Horseapples!"
>Lyra curses from the shower.
>You and Bon Bon turn and look at each other.
>"I'll go check on her."
"That's probably best."
>She makes her way into the bathroom
>"Lyra? You alright?"
>"Yeah. Still can't get the hang of washing without magic."
>"Here, let me help you. I've been showering without magic for years. Heh heh!"
>The two of them dissolve into conversation over how to bathe properly.
>While you are a little interested, you really just want to take a shower yourself.
>Tired of all this dried goop on your crotch.
>You sit on the edge of your bed and wait.
>Zoning out, your mind starts to travel to various places.
>What's going to happen with that thing in the forest?
>Do the princesses have a plan?
>According to Luna, they have it under control.
>That doesn't mean you don't want to help out in some way.
>Fat chance, though.
>Last time you even got near it, it took you in so relentlessly quick you had no time to react.
>You could only scream out.
>It's by sheer chance that Twilight happened to hear you cry out for help.
>Every time you think of that, you want to do something more to make it up to her.
>She could have been caught as well.
>You thoughts are disrupted by a new silence in the house.
>There's some faint rustling before the bathroom door is opened.
>"All yours, Anon! Bon Bon and I are going to get breakfast started."
>At last.
>You wait for them to clear the hall before you make it to the bathroom.
>You strip out of your soiled boxers and step into the tub.
>The nearly scalding water relaxes your body, relieving any tension you have been harboring.
>You decide to take you time with your shower.
>Enjoy it a little.
>The sound of the water beating against the floor and your back, combined with the amazing comfort that envelopes you sends you mind back on another journey.
>This time, you ponder Lyra.
>Why did they end up coming back here last night?
>She didn't get into any specifics or anything, but it does worry you.
>Did something happen to Bon Bon's house?
>Are they actually homeless right now?
>Now, Bon Bon hasn't caused much trouble, and she seems to be nice enough.
>But you didn't sign up for having two mares stay at your place.
>Especially when she's your girlfriend's best friend.
>Actually...
>Are Lyra are you girlfriend and boyfriend?
>You've fucked, kissed, hugged, and shared each others feelings for one another.
>There's no reason for the two of you not to be in an official relationship.
>Maybe you should do something like that soon.
>A proper date would be nice.
>First things first, though.
>Breakfast.
>You step out of the shower, dry off, and throw on the clothes you picked out earlier.
>As soon as you open the door, your nose is flooded with the smell of sweet sweet syrupy goodness.
>It's gotta be pancakes.
>Making your way to the kitchen, you see the two mares finishing up.
>And holy shit, its not pancakes.
>French mother fucking toast.
>Although you're sure that's not what they call it here.
>Who fucking cares, though?
>You can't go wrong with French toast.
>Did they get some--oh shit, they did.
>Powdered sugar right on top of the toast.
>You clear your throat to key them in on your presence.
>Lyra spins around quickly, her muzzle covered in white powder.
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>You snicker at her appearance.
>But really, your heart is tearing in two at the sheer adorable behavior she's exhibiting.
>She's practically bouncing with excitement!
>"Anon! Here, I made you a plate!"
>She grabs the edge of the plate next to her in her mouth, delivering it to the table.
>Four thick slices of bread, drenched in egg, cooked to perfection, lightly dusted with powdered sugar.
>It looks delicious.
>Bon Bon speaks without turning around, still tending to the skillet.
>"You really need to stock up on some more food, Anon. This was all we could really make with what you have here."
"Well, it looks fantastic!"
>And it also happens to be one of your favorite dishes.
>"Thanks. It was Lyra's idea, but even with her magic she was subpar at best when it came to cooking."
>The two mares laugh together.
>"Had there been some advanced notice, I would have made some proper custard yesterday and sat some bread out. Stale bread is the best..
>Huh.
>Bon Bon certainly knows her stuff, that's for sure.
"It looks great either way."
>"You just gonna look at it all day?"
>You playfully glare at Bon Bon.
"Can't eat it without syrup."
>"Oh! Almost forgot!"
>Lyra grabs a towel, moving to the stove and picking up a small pan off of a burner with her mouth.
>"Now, be careful, Lyra! That's going to be really hot."
>With the pan's handle still in her mouth, she rears up and places the towel on the table, folding it neatly.
>She sets the pan down on the towel, and goes to grab another one.
>You can see what inside now, and it looks like they've heated up your syrup container by placing it in heated water.
>Clever ponies.
>With towel in hooves, she lifts the glass bottle from the pan, drying it off, and setting it on the table with the towel laying over top of it.
>"You'll want to use that towel. The bottle is still hot."
>You are more impressed by the dexterity and control Lyra displayed just then.
>No magic, and this mare can still get around with the best of 'em.
>You've heard horror stories of unicorn losing their magic before.
>Some of them running  and tripping, nearly severing their horns from their head.
>There's always been one of three outcomes.
>They either end up a recluse, end up in an insane asylum, or end up killing themselves.
>Lyra's a strong mare, that's for sure.
>You must have been staring.
>"What?"
"S-sorry. Just... proud of you, is all."
>"Huh?"
>Bon Bon's ear swivels in your direction.
"Just happy to see you getting along without your magic. A lot of unicorns take it a lot harder than you are."
>"O-oh. That. Heh. It's nothing, really. I...still have faith that I will be able to use it again. Someday."
>You both smile.
"Just a matter of time, I'm sure."
>You reach and grab the towel-covered bottle, removing the cap and pouring the hot runny syrup over your meal.
>The aroma is making your stomach growl.
>Need to get this in your stomach ASAP.
>You take your fork and cut out a nice chunk, placing it in your mouth.
>The moment you chew, you are transported to a world of French toast bliss.
>Three years, and it still amazes you how much better everything tastes.
>Guess when you have a special talent for it, it's going to be exceptional.
"Bon Bon, this is great! Probably some of the best French toast I've ever had!"
>"You mean Prench toast?"
"Yeah. That."
>You dig in, nothing held back.
>Lyra and Bon Bon had made their own plates and sat down at the table as well, enjoying their share.
>Lyra's was practically drowning with syrup.
>The sight made you chuckle.
>Only a few bites left on your plate when you get up from the table.
"Anyone need anything to drink?"
>"Water is fine. We know you don't have much."
>You fix three glasses of water and sit back at the table.
>As you are taking your drink, Bon Bon decides to engage in conversation.
>"So, Anon. What does Lyra taste like when you're eating her out?"
>You promptly spit out the contents of your mouth across the table.
>"Bon Bon?! What the hay?!"
"Seriously! What the fuck?!"
>Bon Bon doesn't even flinch.
>"What? I just asked him a question. Something he could surely answer."
>"This isn't funny, Bon Bon."
>"Okay, then. What about the little noises she makes when you lick her-"
>"That's enough!"
>This is beyond uncomfortable.
>"C'mon, Lyra! Let him answer the question!"
>"Why are you doing this?"
>"Fine then! What's Lyra's favorite color?"
>-Er, that caught you off guard.
>Lyra is furious at this point.
>"What does that have to do with-"
>"Who was her high-school crush?"
>"Bonny, stop it!"
>"Where did she even attend high school? How did her parents meet? How'd she get her cutie mark?! C'mon, Anon! You GOTTA know that one!"
>Bon Bon is leaning over the table by now, staring directly into your face.
>You've scooted back a bit to avoid her, in case she lashes out suddenly.
>But...you're ashamed to admit that...you don't know the answer to any of the those last questions.
>"Bonny, what's th-"
>"Shutup, Lyra! Let him answer!"
>Holy fuck, she's nuts.
>Taking the situation at face value, you should just stand up and backhand this bitch into next week.
>However, she's Lyra' best friend at the moment, and you can't risk it.
>To top it off, she's an Earth pony.
>And a damn strong one at that, remembering her performance back at the castle.
>You've successfully held down Rainbow Dash, but she was no Earth pony, that's for sure.
>To add more to it, you have an injured unicorn that you need to protect.
>Avoid any undue stress for her.
>So, you oblige.
"I...don't know."
>"You don't know what?"
"I don't know the answers to your questions."
>"All of my questions?"
"...Most of your questions."
>"Can you be more specific, please?"
"For fucks sake! You know what I'm talking about, so fuck off. What's this all about anyway?"
>"It's about YOU!"
>She turns and points her hoof to Lyra.
>She recoils a bit.
>"Wh-wha-"
>"It's about how STUPID you are to fall for this...THING! I've seen the way you two act! You can't keep your hooves off of each other! So it's no wonder he can answer those first questions! But he doesn't know YOU, Lyra! He doesn't know who you are! He just wants you as another hole to fuck!"
>"What are you talking about?! He SAVED. MY. LIFE. He was the one who took care of me when I needed it the most!"
>"Only because you ran to him first!"
>Lyra stands, slamming her hooves down on the table.
>"I ran to him so you wouldn't have to see me like that! I knew I was terrifying! I was trying to protect you!"
>"I didn't NEED protection! YOU never gave me a chance! I could have taken care of you!"
>"Oh, like how you took such good care of me, dragging me to the forest, nearly getting me KILLED?!"
>The instant Lyra shot the retort to Bon Bon, her face fell with shock and regret, her hooves shooting up to her mouth.
>Bon Bon is speechless, her eyes small and shaking.
>She grits her teeth, clenching her eyes shut.
>Her legs are trembling with suppressed rage.
>"I...I d-didn't know-"
"You need to leave."
>If looks could kill, you'd be obliterated by the stare Bon Bon has fixed on you.
"Seriously. Get the fuck out of my house before I throw you out myself."
>No doubt, you would try your hardest to throw her out, but there's a good chance she'd win.
>So it's not an entirely empty threat.
>She closes her eyes again, then suddenly shifts off the table, knocking over utensils and chairs as she forces her way out.
>Lyra turns to her, reaching a hoof out.
>"Wait-"
>"Don't, Lyra. Don't you say one more fucking word to me."
>And with some heavy hoofsteps, and a slamming door, she's gone.
>The rest of your morning and part of the afternoon is spent consoling Lyra.
>What the fuck is her problem?
>What brought all of this shit on?
>Is she still fucking mad that Lyra doesn't love her?
>Must have been harboring these feelings for quite some time.
>Just couldn't bare to see Lyra finally moving away from her.
>Regardless, it looks like there's more questions you don't know the answer to.
>...
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>...
>Stupid Lyra.
>She's an idiot to stay with that...human.
>You are Bon Bon, and you are stomping your way home in tears.
>You face is completely flushed, eyes overflowing, barely able to see your way.
>Her last words cut you deep.
>You'd been best friends for a long time.
>Sure, you'd gotten into fights, but this was different.
>She was right.
>You were absolutely terrified of her when you first saw her in Anon's house.
>The two of you tussled until you were able to get her roped up.
>You don't know what you were thinking.
>You just wanted to get her as far away from Anonymous as possible.
>The only thing in your mind was that he'd done those terrible things to her.
>To your Lyra.
>And one thing he doesn't understand yet, is that Lyra was yours before she was ever his.
>What are you talking about?
>She's not his at all.
>To think that sex fiend would ever care for Lyra.
>Hell, from what you'd heard in the castle, they even had sex while she was a monster!
>Is his libido really that insatiable?
>That he just HAD to have sex and play around with that horrendous form of hers?
>It's disgusting.
>You were just trying to spare Lyra the heartbreak when the truth finally comes through.
>She was nothing but a means to an end.
>You know it.
>That's how it's always been with every mare that's ever slept with that guy.
>You finally reach your house.
>Entering, the first thing you see is the living room and it's spotless, completely clean glory.
>It only makes you angrier to know that Lyra is still over with Anonymous instead of with you right now.
>You could both start cleaning another room.
>You had fun doing that last night, right?
>The two of you would start on the bathroom, getting it all nice and sanitary.
>She'd be cleaning the shower out.
>You'd walk in behind her, massaging her back for a job well done.
>She'd purr under your touch, begging you for more.
>And you would give it to her.
>You'd give her all that she wanted if she'd just ask.
>Your thoughts are set sideways when you feel a small breeze over your coat.
>Examining your house, you see a curtain in the kitchen billowing softly.
>That's odd.
>You never open those windows.
>You step in to close the window when you freeze.
>There's a sound.
>Something you're not familiar with.
>It almost resembles...silverware...walking?
>The sound gets louder, bringing with it a new sound.
>Something you've heard before.
>Recently.
>It's an odd humming, very dissonant and erratic.
>Almost like when Lyra-
>...
>Oh goddesses, it's in your house!
>You turn around quickly, ready to flee, but it's too late.
>As a black claw-like shape reaches for your head, you feel a sharp pain on the back of your skull, and you black out.
>...
>...
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>...
>You are anonymous.
>And you are hell bent on cheering up a sad Lyra.
>Hugging?
>Nothing.
>Small kisses?
>No response.
>Petting her mane?
>Didn't bat an eye.
>Rubbing her belly?
>She swatted you away.
>And so, you stand aside, watching her from the hall as she sulks, curled up on the floor next to the couch.
"Lyra, please. You can't be mad at yourself like this."
>"I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have said that to her."
"As...bad as this may sound, it might have been the kick in the right direction she needed."
>"I'm a horrible friend. A horrible pony."
"Babe, stop it. You have to snap out of it. Its been nearly six hours since she's left the house. You didn't eat much of your breakfast, so you must be starving."
>She curls into herself more while she quickly shakes her head.
>She looks...damaged, lying on your floor with an inhibitor ring around her horn.
>Odd thing, that ring.
>It's a super dark blue, reminds you of Luna's mane.
>It's a hard material though.
>And cold.
>Luckily, its not very large.
>But with Lyra's colors, it's easy to spot.
>It settles snuggly at the base of her horn, probably a quarter of an inch from actually touching her head.
>The band itself is only about an inch wide.
>So far, Lyra has left it alone, not even so much as reaching up to bat against it.
>You need to do something, though.
>Inhibitor rings are very taboo objects, reserved mainly for criminals.
>Twilight herself seemed scared of the thing when she was fitting her with it.
>If someone were to walk in and see Lyra on the floor, crying, with that ring on her horn, and you watching her as you are, it wouldn't take much for them to come to a horrible conclusion.
>You sigh heavily.
"You're hungry, and you're gonna eat. Got that?"
>She shakes her head again.
"Yes, you are. You know why?"
>"...Wh-why?"
>You approach her side, lying a hand across her back, rubbing gently.
"Because it's going to be our first date."
>She sniffles a bit and looks up at you with red eyes.
>"Wh-what?"
>You smile at her confused expression.
"Yup! We haven't had a proper date since we started...y'know… And I think it's time we start taking the right steps to solidify this...whatever we have."
>She laughs a little.
>Thank GOD you were able to get at least that.
>"That's really sweet of you, Anon. But, now probably isn't a good time. I know you're just trying to cheer me up, but I really don't want our first date to be ruined by my bad mood."
>Damnit.
>So close.
"Well, you still need to eat. Is there something you're craving for?"
>She shakes her head again.
>Guess you're winging it.
>You know your house is pretty devoid of any real food.
>You walk back to your room and grab your shoes.
>Back in the living room, Lyra is sitting up, stretching her neck.
"I'm going to run out to the market real quick. Are you going to be okay here?"
>"...No...I'll come with you."
"You sure? You don't have to."
>At last!
>She nods!
>"Yeah. I'll be fine."
>She drags a forehoof across her muzzle.
>"Ugh. I'm a mess. Let me clean up a bit, first. Heh heh."
>As Lyra trots off to the bathroom, you sit on the arm of the couch.
>You're not going near any of those cushions.
>It'd probably be a good time to get rid of this couch, now that things have settled down.
>Well, relatively.
>This drama between Bon Bon and Lyra has to sort itself out soon or else you'll be forced to intervene.
>Your method of intervening might not go over well with Lyra, either.
>If worse comes to worse, you'd like to try and convince her to move somewhere else.
>You don't really have a lot that keeps you tied to Ponyville, other than some friends, but they're not really that close.
>Except for Twilight and Dash.
>But you'll see them regardless.
>Canterlot might be somewhere nice to live.
>After all, it's Lyra's hometown.
>Homecity.
>Whatever.
>Speaking of the mare, she steps back into the living room, rubbing at her face a bit.
>Her eye are still a little red, but nowhere near the extent as they were before.
>Her face is a little damp as well, probably from where she's rubbed a wet washcloth over it.
>"You ready?"
"Yes ma'am."
>The two of you make your way out of your house and towards town.
>A quiet stroll with minimal conversation later, and you've arrived at the central market.
>There are hardly any ponies out.
>Evenings are always slow, the majority of the town's populace having completed their shopping in the morning.
>Several merchants have also packed up and left for the day, which doesn't help you at all.
>Your selection is limited now.
>Lyra is close to your side.
>Very close.
>A quick glance around the area and you see it.
>Everyone is staring at her.
>Oh shit.
>It's the ring.
>They're staring at Lyra like she's done something wrong.
>Damnit.
>Maybe this was a bad idea.
>Lyra has had enough stress for a lifetime.
>She doesn't need this.
"Lyra, we're heading back home."
>"Wh-what? Why?"
"You don't need this kind of publicity."
>"Publicity? Anon, we're just walking together. So what if I'm a little close?"
"It's the ring."
>Her eyes widen before she realizes what you mean.
>"Oh."
"It's probably best if you stayed at home."
>She nods, her face starting to flush as she finally hangs her head down, turning away from you quickly.
>Her shoulders hitch, her sides shiver slightly.
>"I...I just want to be able to go outside again…"
>Fuck.
>She's having a breakdown right in front of everyone.
>This can't be good.
>You are about to bend down and rub her back when a familiar southern twang carries across the court.
>"Hey! Lyra!"
>Applejack.
>She trots over, her cart firmly latched onto her.
>Lyra quickly turns to see, her eyes just beginning to rim with red once again.
>She swiftly rubs a forehoof across her muzzle and rubs her eyes.
>"Gracious girl, haven't seen you 'round these parts in quite some time!"
>The blonde Earth pony wastes no time removing herself from her cart and sweeping Lyra into a powerful hug.
>"Ah ran into Twilight this mornin'. She gave me the short version of your story. Ah'm powerful sorry to hear what you had to go through. But if it's any consolation, you're a stronger pony than Ah am, that's for sure! Not sure how long Ah would've lasted in your horseshoes."
>"Th-thanks, Applejack."
>Applejack finally gets a good look at Lyra in her disheveled state.
>"Er, Ah'm not interrupin' nothin', am Ah?"
"No, no! Not at all. We we're just-"
>"-about to leave."
>Lyra finished for you.
>Applejack gives her an odd stare.
>"Ah'm not sure I believe that. Ya'll done came out to the market and didn't buy a lick of anythin'? What's got you so upset?"
>"It's… it's this stupid ring...on my horn."
>Applejack glances at it with little interest.
>"Hm. Well, Ah'm no Rarity, but Ah think it looks fine."
>"Thanks, but it's not a fashion statement. It's...an inhibitor ring…for unicorns."
>The stout mare's eyes widen, but she quickly reigned in her surprise.
>"Well, Ah know you're not some criminal. These other ponies givin' you a rough time?"
>She didn't wait to see Lyra's nod before making a quick sweep over the entire court, judging the faces staring at the unfortunate unicorn.
>"Awww shucks, sugarcube. You don't let them bother your none. Ah know you're havin' problems with your magic. Just give 'em the old cold shoulder. All they got is gossip, anywho. And if Ah know a thing or two about this town, it's that word travels fast. Once the word gets out about your success over that whole mess you were in, they'll see the light. Besides-"
>She trots over to her cart, pulling out an apple pie from her stock, setting it down in front of Lyra's pouting snout.
>Lyra smells the treat and looks up quickly.
>"-Ah'll personally vouch for ya. Have that on the house. You deserve to have a bit of a reward."
>Lyra laughs a little at her remark.
>"Thanks, Applejack. But I think I've already got my 'trophy'."
>She raises a brow and moves her eyes towards you.
>Applejack looks a bit skeptical.
>"Hm. You two gettin' along alright, Ah guess?"
>Lyra nods happily.
>"Anon was the one that took care of me throughout it all. He's...not like you hear, really. I-I was a little afraid at first."
>Wait, what?
>"But, I always knew there had to be something more to him than what the tabloids and gossip said."
>She leans over and nuzzles against your leg.
>"And I'm glad I stayed to find it."
>Applejack's expression softens, but she still doesn't look too comfortable with it.
>"Well, just as long as he treats you right and you're happy, that's all that matters in my book. Still, should anythin' happen, you just give me a shout. He'll learn his lesson."
>She flashes a wicked smile your way.
>Applejack is beyond frightening to you.
>There is not a single ounce of fat on that mare.
>100% muscle.
>And that muscle could most likely kill you with a single blow.
>A bead of sweat trails down the side of your head.
>The country mare erupts in laughter at your expression, Lyra joining in.
>"Shoot! You just take care of her, Anonymous, and you 'n' me'll be right as rain."
>Securing her hat to her head she calms down from the laughter.
>"Well, Ah best be headin' back to the orchard. You two take care now, and don't let these other ponies get to you, sugarcube. They just don't know the whole story. But don't you worry none. The good news'll be spreadin'!"
>"Bye! Thanks, Applejack!"
>She promptly hooks herself back to her cart and sets off towards her home.
>Lyra nudges you in the side.
>A glance down, and she has the apple pie in her jaw, holding it out for you.
>You take the pie from her.
>"I'm thinking fried eggplant and some hayfries with apple pie for dessert!"
>She's beaming.
>Thank you based Applejack.
>Lyra really needed this pick-me-up.
>You'll have to thank her somehow.
>Acquiring the rest of the supplies for your dinner was met with little fanfare.
>Ponies made faces, but that was about the extent of it.
>Lyra ignored them all like a good filly.
>You're happy that the majority of the populace can keep their crazy in check and not have to go apeshit over gossip.
>You catch Lyra looking out into the village from time to time during your trip.
>She's staring hard towards some of the houses now, nearly slowing to a stop when you confront her about it.
"Everything alright, babe?"
>"Huh? Y-yeah, I just...thought I saw… Nevermind."
>She turns back and beams at you once more.
>"I'm starving!"
>You reach down and scratch between her ears and head back to the house.
>You glance back over to where she was looking.
>It's Bon Bon's place.
>You can't place it, but a chill goes through your spine just looking at it.
>Damn.
>Did that bitch really leave that big of an impact on you?
>Whatever.
>The walk home is eventless, the sun starting it's decent down.
>Celestia will soon be putting it to rest and Luna will begin her shift.
>Still crazy that this is all done with magic.
>Back at your place, you get to work on the food.
>Lyra helps in any way she can, excited to be cooking by your side.
>"It's like we're married or something! Hehehe!"
>You mentally pump the brakes.
"Eh, heh heh. Think that's a bit soon to be assuming?"
>"Oh, well yeah, of course. I wouldn't marry someone I've only just got to know!"
>Bullet dodged.
>Last thing you need is a crazy mare hellbent on marriage.
>Those are messy situations.
>Within the hour, you have two plates of fried eggplant and hayfries, all seasoned with salt, pepper and a little rosemary.
>You both dig in.
>The food is delicious.
>It may become habit to have Lyra pick dinner every night.
>She is simply lapping up pieces into her mouth with her tongue while you are using proper utensils.
>Must be hard to look dignified as an Earth pony.
"Hun, do you need some help?"
>She looks up at you, head still down towards her plate, a couple hayfries sticking out of her mouth.
>She blushes and works the stray food into her mouth, chewing and swallowing quickly.
>"Help? With what?"
"Do you want me to feed you?"
>Her face reddens more.
>"F-feed me?"
"Well, it just looked like you were having a hard time with your plate there."
>"O-oh… yeah, th-that's fine."
>You reach and grab her chair, scooting her closer to you.
>Fork in hand, you get a slice of eggplant and slowly bring it to Lyra's mouth.
>Her eyes raise to meet yours as she opens her mouth, her tongue resting on her bottom lip.
>Those shimmering pools of gold exemplify the image of trust and innocence before you.
>You find yourself swallowing.
>A glance at her mouth and you see small strands of spittle connecting between her top teeth and her tongue before they snap.
>This, combined with the slight blush across her face along with her expression, start to push your buttons.
>You move the fork to her waiting jaw, stopping when you feel the eggplant brush against her wide tongue.
>She closes around the fork, slowly and you pull it away.
>She chews, never taking her eyes off of you until she finally swallows.
>The two of you hold your gaze for a few moments.
>It is now that you realize you are sitting at half mast, your pants becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
>Lyra turn her head back to the table, her eyes dropping, half-lidded.
>"M-may I...feed you, too?"
>She glances to you from the corner of her eye.
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>And you know it.
>You simply nod.
>She reaches her neck to your plate, plucking a slice of eggplant in her mouth with her tongue.
>You bend closer to her as she raises her neck to meet you.
>The two of you never break eye contact as you take the other end of the slice in your own mouth.
>You don't bite at first, gauging her reaction.
>The look she's giving you is smoldering.
>You are powerless against this mare's charm.
>Pulling in the rest of the offering in your mouth, she leans ever closer until your lips meet.
>Your eyes close as she releases the food for you to start chewing, focusing her efforts on pressing herself into you.
>You struggle with making this a sensual act, trying to juggle chewing and making out.
>Quickly enough, you get it down your throat and move your hands to Lyra's neck and mane stroking her gently.
>She moans softly against your touch, the soft actions driving her into you harder, the warm breath of her snout billowing across your face.
>Your mouths part synchronously, tongues meeting in the middle, her wide, long muscle caressing your own tenderly.
>You can taste your meal on her.
>They dance a dance all their own before she retracts herself from you.
>Your face is hot.
>Her face is flushed.
>She blinks a few times, her eyes widening.
>"Oh...er… s-sorry. Got a little carried away there."
"No, no. It's….fine."
>She shifts her weight a bit, staring back at her plate.
>You look back to yours, scratching the back of your head before clearing your throat.
"Well, don't want this to go to waste."
>You proceed to finish your meal at a slow pace.
>It's hard to be hungry when you're horny as fuck.
>Lyra seems to be having the same difficulties.
>Both plates are empty in reasonable time, your lust subsiding as time went on.
>You gather the dishes and place them into the sink to be washed later.
>Lyra hasn't moved from her seat, still staring at where her plate was.
"You okay, babe?"
>You see her move, but she hesitates, making a couple nods, before shaking her head slowly.
"What's wrong? I thought we were having a good time?"
>"It's not you, Anon. It's...Bon Bon."
>This again.
"Look, babe. Just sleep it off. I'm sure she'll do the same, and once you two have level heads, you can work it out."
>She hesitates again before nodding and getting down from her seat, making her way towards you.
"That sound good?"
>She nods as she rubs against your side and you pet her mane.
>A heavy sigh escapes her as she leaves the kitchen.
>"I think I'm going to go lie down now."
"You sure? It's awfully early."
>"Yeah. I just can't get my mind off of it, so I'm just going to try and sleep now."
"Alright. Well, I'll be in there in a bit, okay?"
>"Okay."
>To buy you some time for no reason, you clean the dishes and put them away.
>You're usually not one to keep a tidy house, but you gotta stay occupied while Lyra gets in bed.
>You're not ready to stay up all night and talk about this.
>Dishes done, you head for your room.
>The sun is nearly setting by now, and light is barely creeping through the windows.
>Lyra is under the covers, breathing softly.
>The stress of this morning must have really worn her out.
>You discard your outer clothes and get in bed beside her.
>Turns out she wasn't asleep just yet as she scoots her back into your chest, being the little spoon to your big spoon.
>You simply stroke her neck and chest as the two of you succumb to sleep.
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