Blank Butt Lyra by CTAnon


                                            Blank Butt Lyra by CTAnon


                                            >be a monkey man in horse planet

                                            >it'd been a couple weeks since you got here, and things didn't really change for the ponies. you told them where you came from, what you are (to a certain extent), and what your species does.

                                            >what you still can't answer is how you got there...

                                            >whatever. you're surrounded by talking cute ponies. nothing to really complain about.

                                            >Twilight assembled most of the citizens of Ponyville during that day you decided to teach them about humans.

                                            >she clearly found it riveting, being able to fill a notebook with writing based off of your mediocre knowledge of human anatomy.

                                            >most of the ponies found it interesting at first, but seemed to pass on it as the lecture went on. you were just another mammalian in their eyes.

                                            >one pony stuck out the most. the one that stuck around even after the others left.

                                            >Lyra.

                                            >after the other ponies left, she continued to ask more intimate questions, much to the discomfort but also morbid curiosity of Twilight.

                                            >"Why do you wear clothes all of the time?"

                                            "It's just what we did on Earth."

                                            >"Is it because you can't keep warm otherwise?"

                                            "Certainly, but it also changes based on the climate."

                                            >She seemed to keep an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with you.

                                            >That, or you're just a socially immature sperg.

                                            >"How do you process food? Does it just make you go to the bathroom, like it does with us?"

                                            "I guess..."

                                            >The questions were making you a bit more uncomfortable, as they seemed a little more focused on a certain topic.

                                            >You excuse it as childlike intrigue.

                                            >"How do you make foals?"

                                            >Man, she is VERY interested.

                                            "What, you mean reproduction? Uh..."

                                            >"Do they just appear when you love another pony a lot?"

                                            "No... there's a bit more to it than that..."

                                            >Twilight briskly runs a hoof back and forth across her neck, motioning you to cut the topic.

                                            "Uh... maybe you could learn that later. I think more extensive study done by your princess is in order."

                                            >Twilight feels Lyra's eyes on her, and nods nervously.


                                            >"If you want any further knowledge on humans, Lyra, I'd be more than happy to give you some literature I'll make at a later time." Twilight diplomatically interjects.

                                            >"For now, let's call it a day."

                                            >You were quite glad that Twilight intervened. You were getting uneasy with the prodding questions.

                                            >Twilight adjourned the lecture properly, thanked you for your time, and started rolling her unnecessarily big chalkboard back to her castle.

                                            >Lyra seemed extensively interested in what you were. It would feel nice, if it wasn't for the fact that she instantly went to the topic of nudity and reproduction.

                                            >There seemed to be an undertone to these thoughts.

                                            >Whatever the matter, it didn't bother you too much. Ponies hyperfocus on a lot of things anyways. It's kinda in their nature.

                                            >You walked back to your section 8 pony housing given to you for no cost. Best they could do on short notice, assumedly.

                                            >You lay in your bed frame, adjusting the hay piled on top of the bedframe into a comfortable pile.

                                            >Your legs stick out a good couple feet over the foot, but anything was better than nothing.


                                            >The next day starts quite lazily. You stretch out and crack your neck from the awkward rest you got.

                                            >You slip on the shirt and pants given to you by local suppliers. Rarity wasn't in Ponyville to greet you yet, but some of the other tailors in town were more than welcoming to provide you some basic clothing.

                                            >You step outside after nabbing a bite of the "Welcome!" cake that Pinkie made for you.

                                            >Ponies were about their normal business, trotting around the central marketplace.

                                            >You decided to go on another walk. It's a breath of fresh air compared to Earth's uncomfortable masses. Less dense crowds.

                                            >You found yourself in the produce area, when you heard a pony call out.

                                            >"Anon! That's your name, right?" Lyra called out.

                                            >You turned to see her trotting towards you intently.

                                            "That's me" You say warily.

                                            >"How are you doing? Enjoying Ponyville?" she asks.

                                            >It's a bit early for you, but you can still sense ulterior motives in small talk.

                                            "Going well for the few minutes I've seen it today."

                                            >"Good!" she smiles "I do have to say, I was quite enthralled with your presentation you provided yesterday."

                                            "I could tell. You were the only pony sticking around for a while."

                                            >She blushes. For what it's worth, she is quite cute. Her soft but crisp greenish hues were easy on the eyes.

                                            >"Yes, sorry if I was being too nosy..."

                                            "No worries." You say reflexively, "Just let me know if I can help you with any more questions."

                                            >You catch yourself.

                                            "Any questions that don't involve anything too intrusive..."

                                            >You seem to have said something that flipped her train of thought. She looks intrigued again.

                                            >"Sure, do you mind if we go somewhere less crowded?"

                                            >As innocent as it sounded coming from her, you still found it quite unnerving she would ask something.

                                            "Hang on, didn't Twilight say she would help?"

                                            >"I asked her for more information, but she said her book was still in the works."

                                            >She asked Twilight this morning? So this had been sitting on her mind for a bit. This is getting weird...

                                            >You shrug it off. Ponies, especially the ones in Ponyville, don't have bad intentions from what you've seen.

                                            "Sure, lead on."

                                            >She smiles contentedly, turning to trot off towards the incorporated park on one side of the village.

                                            >You pass by a fountain, noticing the minor noise pollution of the marketplace died out.

                                            >Lyra climbs up onto a park bench, laying down towards the inside of it.

                                            >"You can sit, if you'd like."

                                            >This is a bit different for you. So far, most of the ponies have reserved themselves from getting within touching distance of you purposefully.

                                            >Save for Pinkie's aggressive hugs.

                                            >You sit anyways, somewhat interested as to what she had to ask.

                                            >She observes your approach to sitting down, and begins to mimic it.

                                            >She sits up on her hind legs, before falling back onto her rear. Her back thudded against the bench.

                                            >"Oof!" She said, having the wind slightly knocked out of her.

                                            >You observe her cautiously

                                            "You alright?"

                                            >"Yes, just uhh... getting comfortable."

                                            >She shimmys her lower body until her legs loom over the edge of the seat. It looks awkward.

                                            "That doesn't look comfortable."

                                            >She looks embarrassed, but doubles down.

                                            >"Just wanted to see how that felt, heheh."

                                            >You crook an eyebrow.

                                            >"Anyways! I wanted to learn more about you. Well, your body, that is."

                                            >That's a strange way to word it.

                                            "What did you want to know?"

                                            >"Well... Could I see your hands a little closer?"

                                            >You hesitate, but lift a hand towards her.

                                            >She eyes them for a bit, before leaning up a bit from her awkward position.

                                            >"Do you mind if I see how it feels?"

                                            >You carefully ponder the question for a moment. Ponies were seemingly pure. Hopefully she had good intentions.

                                            "What is it you intend on learning from this?"

                                            >"I don't really know. I just think it'd be interesting to find out what your hands feel like. They look interesting."

                                            >She idly looks at your hand, then to you, then looks away briefly. There seemed to be more to this.

                                            >You decide there can't be too much to this. It's just curiousity, just like yesterday.

                                            >Right?

                                            >Lyra underhooks a hoof on your hand, as she shifts up on the bench to lean in. She seemed to want to observe quite intently.

                                            >Her hoof felt soft, unnaturally soft. Like the texture of a marshmallow but with enough hardness to put up a fight better than the gut of a human.

                                            >If you could explain it any better, you wish you could.

                                            >She looks over your hand intently, and you notice her eyes fixating on the tips.

                                            "Those are nails." You add, interrupting her mild trance.

                                            >She blinks, looking up you briefly before looking back down to your fingers.

                                            >"Nails?"

                                            "Yeah. Kinda like hooves, but tinier and a bit more sharp."

                                            >"What do you use them for?"

                                            "They help with gripping things, I guess. Scratching is a nice plus, too."

                                            >"Scratching?" She looks up, quite interested in that.

                                            >You chew on the inside of your cheek. Maybe you shouldn't have brought that up.

                                            >The ponies are cute, but going as fair as scratching is a bit more intimate than you would like. It would be preferable to keep your distance.

                                            "Yeah. It helps with any itches I've got on myself."

                                            >"That sounds very nice! I get itches ALL of the time." She said, bordering on excitedness.

                                            >Oh boy.

                                            >"Could you show me? Please? I just want to know how it feels."

                                            >This is strange.

                                            "I don't know... That's a bit too close of contact for someone I'm not well acquainted with."

                                            >"But you know me! Pinkie introduced us to each other. I'm Lyra." She sounded desperate.

                                            >You feel a bit trapped. You look into her eyes. Her cartoonishly big eyes seemed to hang on your next words.

                                            >You look around. The park was scarcely spotted with ponyfolk. It wouldn't make too much of a scene.

                                            >It HAD been a while since you felt some contact...

                                            >Lyra's eyes stuck on you as your eyes came back from scoping out the park.

                                            "This is a lot very quickly. Are you sure you're fine with this?"

                                            >Doesn't she have a girlfriend?

                                            >"I'm more than fine with it! Just a little scratch, is all I ask."

                                            >She lets go of your hand, and leans forward to briefly fall onto all four of her hooves.

                                            >She turns to orient sideways in front of you, standing expectantly.

                                            >She does look like she needs a good scratch.

                                            "Okay..."

                                            >You extend a hand out and she cranes her neck, silently asking for a scratch around the nape of her neck.

                                            >Bony flesh meets coat, as your fingers rub across her short fur.

                                            >She feels warm.

                                            >You rub along her neck on the side of her weird pony shoulders to test the waters, before gently introducing your nails into you rhythm.

                                            >Gentle and gradual scratches along her neck.

                                            >"Uh..." She involuntarily lets out an awkward half-gasp, half-moan.

                                            >It was kinda cute.

                                            "Does it hurt?"

                                            >"Nnn-No! Please, keep going..." She sounded anxious, almost as if she'd been waiting for this.

                                            >You continue to scratch around her neck, the back of her mane grazing the back of your hand as you trailed to the other side of her neck.

                                            >She angled her head the opposite way in response, just like a dog or cat would from home.

                                            >This feels quite comforting, actually. Scratching this bluegreen horse is satisfying your physical affection needs.

                                            >You hear her exhale audibly a little.

                                            >You feel her lean foward, silently asking for you to scratch further towards her back.

                                            >This couldn't get any weirder, right? Your mind is starting to equate this to scratching an animal back on Earth.

                                            >You notice her fur is sticking up a little on her back, instinctively reacting to your stimuli positively.

                                            >Cool.

                                            >You rub your hand down to the start of her back, extending out your fingers briefly before pulling them in to examine the give of her flesh under her coat.

                                            >It feels just right. This is some prime scratching material.

                                            >You look up to see Lyra looking blankly forward. Her eyes would love to watch as your hands trailed over her body, but her anatomy restricts her. She seems to be panting, but just ever so slightly.

                                            >The must be weird from another person's view. You look around the park again. Most of the ponies are focused on flying kites or just relaxing in the sun.

                                            >Your brain is starting to tell you this is taboo.

                                            "Did you want me to scratch your back too?"

                                            >Lyra blinks as she heard you. She definitely didn't listen to you, though. She was in her own world.

                                            >"Wha-what? Yes. I mean- yes." She says abruptly.

                                            >So far this wasn't too bad, at least you think so.

                                            >You have a bit of hesitation, but you begin running your hand across the start of her back. Your nails gently grazed across the flesh under her coat as you continued giving the green horse some top tier scratchin.

                                            >"Oh..." She shuddered as you began your scratching. You could feel it under your hand. This is cool.

                                            >She REALLY liked scratches.

                                            "Does that feel good?" You interject, half giggling.

                                            >"Sooooo good..." She answered as if she was melting.

                                            >She stiffened up her posture, her front hooves pressing up to nudge your scratches deeper into her back.

                                            >You looked up to see a mare trotting by.

                                            >You suddenly felt self-conscious, as if you wanted to pull away from her.

                                            >The fuchsia-colored pony looked on at what you two were doing confusedly, then visibly shrugged as a pony as she passed by.

                                            >I guess this was ok, then.

                                            >You continued to itch along her back, running down it halfway. You did a sort of star-shaped rhythm to your scratching like you did when you first touched her back.

                                            >Your nails scratched inwards and outwards, encompassing a lot of pony "real estate" as you went on.

                                            >Lyra's voice hitched some times as you progressed. It was interesting how much your hands were influencing her.

                                            >Her coat was quite clean. You didn't feel any impurities such as scars or dirtiness in her fur. It was different.

                                            >This rocks.

                                            >You noticed that she tensed up as you reached a certain part of her back. You decided to target this area, spiraling your scratches around the suspected spot near the beginning of her hindquarters.

                                            >Her voice hitched again, and then she outwardly groaned as you kept hitting the sweet spot.

                                            >She caught herself, blushing as she reflexively covered her muzzle with a hoof.

                                            >"Sorry." She said hushedly.

                                            "No worries." You said, chuckling, "You must've needed that for a while."

                                            >You rest a hand on her back, giving her body language that you were pretty much done.

                                            "I think you've learned a fair amount on how my hands work now."

                                            >She gently stamped a hoof on the ground in suppressed frustration, and she turned to look back at you.

                                            >"Could you... uh..." She hesitates, looking around.

                                            >You look her in the eyes, wondering what else she had in mind.

                                            >She slowly turns, abruptly presenting her backside to you.

                                            >This is going too far now.

                                            >Her posterior, though having nothing to show, had curvature. It was as if her crotch begged for the addition of reproductive parts.

                                            "Woah, woah, woah..." You raise your hands up, looking away.

                                            >"Please! I've asked Bon Bon to get the itch there, but she refuses!" Lyra came off desperate again. She's become impulsively gripped to this privilege she previously hadn't known.

                                            >Even though she didn't possess any genitalia, this was still a grossly vulgar display. Lyra was blatantly showing off her rear to you in public.

                                            "I think we've gone too far. I should leave..."

                                            >She responds by lifting her tail more. The roundness of her cheeks looked... inviting.

                                            >"Please, Anon! I won't bother you anymore..." Her otherwise soft and feminine voice groaned with want.

                                            >"Just this once. Please?" She wagged her posterior invitingly. You could see the sunlight caress her curves as she gestured lewdly.

                                            >That was hot.

                                            >You inhaled sharply, and exhaled just as quickly as you looked around again. Nobody was around anymore.

                                            "Is this normal for ponies to do?" You ask cautiously.

                                            >"I don't know, nor do I really care. Nobody's going to stop us." Lyra said. She sounded impatient.

                                            >You're definitely crossing a line here.

                                            >You weigh your options.

                                            >Just kidding. Your dick weighs your options.

                                            >You've found out that Lyra was definitely just using you to get an itch out of her genital-less ass.

                                            >Up until this point, you have extensively enjoyed scratching this little unicorn.

                                            >As a human, you're not really against scratching and feeling up some ass. This would the only action you've had in a while.

                                            >But ponies are pure. There's a part of you hesitating just for the sake of preserving that beauty about them.

                                            >But this could also be decent fap material when you're at home...

                                            >...

                                            >Fuck it. What could it hurt?

                                            >You breathe out again, ogling the mare's blank ass.

                                            "This is to be told to no one. Understood?"

                                            >Lyra is visibly thrilled. Her hind legs shift in anticipation.

                                            >"You won't have to worry about that!" Lyra's voice sounded shaky.

                                            >You lean forward, and her tail brushes against your face.

                                            >She moves it away, subtly waddling closer to you.

                                            >You slip both hands up her legs, resting your thumbs under the bottom of her rear.

                                            >It fit snugly in your grip. Ponies were little, after all.

                                            >Lyra gasped outwardly. You could feel her jump at your touch.

                                            >Like putty in your hands.

                                            "You alright?" You ask again.

                                            >"Yes, yes... just hurry..." She says with a gratified tone.

                                            >Your approach to actually scratching her ass in confusing. You can't tell if the skin is sensitive or not, But you have to assume so.

                                            >Intrigued, you use your hands to spread her cheeks. They give comfortably, slightly jiggling as you released them.

                                            >HOO BOY.

                                            >Lyra almost presses her head in the ground, only to be caught by her front hooves. She exhaled as you felt her up.

                                            >This has to be erotic for her. There's no way it isn't.

                                            >You trace a finger along the width of one of her cheeks, slipping it into the crevice between the two.

                                            >The flesh felt somewhat tender comparatively, your suspicions were correct.

                                            >Lyra pressed back against your finger, nudging into it.

                                            >This lady is quite needy.

                                            >You slip a hand up around the small of her back, rubbing it around the stem of her tail.

                                            >You notice the hair on her back stiffen again.

                                            >Must be doing something right.

                                            >You scratch around the base of her tail, and she responds by relaxing her posture a bit.

                                            >She sighs, turning her head to lay it sideways on her hooves.

                                            >She looks up at you with her amber eyes. She had a grateful expression about her. She smiled pleasedly.

                                            >In any situation, this is foreplay for humans.

                                            >This probably is for ponies too, but you wouldn't know.

                                            >You slip your hand down to her crevice in between her cheeks, and she tenses up again.

                                            >Her eyes go from meeting yours to staring forward blankly again.

                                            >You gauge her reaction for a brief moment, before slowly scratching up and down her rear as gentle as you could.

                                            >Lyra bites down on her hoof, moaning into it.

                                            >Her rump jitters excitably, but not moving away from your hand.

                                            >You're enjoying this too, it seems. You can feel your dick tensing up from this clearly erotic act.

                                            >You grip a cheek with your free hand, pulling her flesh taut so the small, restrictive area doesn't interrupt your scratches too much.

                                            >"Oh my Celestia... This is amazing..." She oozes out.

                                            >You stay silent. As much as you're enjoying this, you're still in public. You'd rather not ruin your reputation with ponies by seeming like a creep.

                                            >You look around again, still scritching the green horse.

                                            >Definitely gotta keep an eye out now; so far so good.

                                            >You look back down at Lyra, and realize that she'd been gradually pressing back so far into your hands to the point that her rear was practically inches away from pressing into your crotch.

                                            >Your monkey brain is firing on all cylinders, secretly thinking how easy it would be to-

                                            >Lyra presses back further, bumping her ass against your crotch.

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                                            >"Sorry..." She lifts away from her bite on her hoof. "Got carried away... Heheh."

                                            >Your mind starts to travel to what you could say. You find yourself tongue tied.

                                            >Your impulses give way, and you slip your hands up to pull her hips into your crotch once more.

                                            >Her warm rear presses against you, and your hidden erection slightly prods one of her cheeks.

                                            >"Anon? What are you doing?" Lyra inquires.

                                            >You're starting to see red, ape brain is taking over.

                                            >You catch yourself before you actually choose to sexually offend the green horse.

                                            "Sorry, I was getting carried away." You confess, looking up to her eyes.

                                            >"I mean, it doesn't feel BAD, it's just not as good as your hands. What is that?"

                                            >Dear pony god, you were about to expose to the first pony interested in your anatomy your dingaling.

                                            >Have some restraint, man.

                                            "Uh... We don't have to worry about it. Back to scratches..."

                                            >"Anon, what was that?" Lyra insisted, standing up on both hooves now.

                                            >ohshit

                                            >She turns around to face you, as you sat on the edge of the bench.

                                            >Your erection pressed quite blatantly against your pants.

                                            >"That. What is that?" Lyra asked again.

                                            >She lifted a hoof, pressing it ignorantly against the tip of your dick. It stiffly defied her force, bending an uncomfortable way.

                                            "Ow." You said naturally.

                                            >"Oh, I'm sorry! Did that hurt?" Lyra look up at you fearfully.

                                            "A bit. I don't suggest doing that." You said bluntly.

                                            >"Well, what is it? I doesn't look like anything I've seen before."

                                            >Lyra directly staring at your boner through your pants was an alien experience. Her ignorance to the situation didn't help too much.

                                            "Lyra, I really don't think you should know what that is."

                                            >Lyra gasps. "Is this another finger? It looks a bit wider than your other ones."

                                            "Lyra."

                                            >She presses a hoof against the side of your erection, feeling much better than the initial hoof contact.

                                            >"Why can't I see it? It looks like it could scratch much better..."

                                            "Lyra." You say, your voice mildy shaking.

                                            >"I won't tell a single other pony, I swear..." She pleads.

                                            "Lyra." You curtly say, reaching a hand to push her hoof off of your dick.

                                            >She looks up at you, with a dejected look spreading on her face.

                                            >"Anon, ever since you taught me and the others about your species, I have become enthralled."

                                            >"Your design is so... vulnerable. Sensitive. But it's also hardy."

                                            >Lyra steps forward, cajoling you into leaning back on the bench more. She was standing in between your legs.

                                            >You looked around again. Weirdly enough, there continues to be a lack of ponies in the area.

                                            >"It's so inviting to me. You haven't left my thoughts since last night."

                                            "Yeah, I kinda caught on to that..."

                                            >Your voice almost strained from the uncomfortable position you were in.

                                            >"So, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to learn more about you."

                                            >She lifted her hoof back up to rest it on your dick again.

                                            >"All of you."

                                            >This was moving at lightspeed. Before, you hadn't even crossed the thought of sexual interaction. Marked yourself off celibate until death.

                                            >Now a pony was trying to convince you to flop your dick out.

                                            "Lyra, you don't understand. This is... more than just weird for humans to do. Especially in public."

                                            >"I don't see anypony. Let me see it." She demanded.

                                            >You deeply breathe once, almost wanting to see if you could wait her out.

                                            >She looks at you with her big, goofy eyes intently.

                                            >...

                                            "Quickly. I don't want anyone to see this."

                                            >Her face brightens up again, and at once you feel her magic grip your waist.

                                            >She tugs your pants, only for it to stop from you being seated.

                                            >You look around vigilantly as you lift your hips. The magic tugs your pants further.

                                            >The waistband catches on your erection in an uncomfortable way, but it subsides as your cock slips away, standing at full attention in front of the mare's face.

                                            >We've gone to far to go back now.

                                            >"Woah... Well, it definitely isn't a finger. You mind explaining what it is, now?" Lyra prods.

                                            >She gingerly raises a hoof to graze the length of your hard dick. It's a mildly teasing sensation.

                                            "It's a penis. A reproductive organ. And it's quite sensitive."

                                            >You lift a hand to stop her investigative hoof.

                                            >She huffedly pouts at you, and responds by leaning in to sniff your penis.

                                            >The feeling of her warm breath tickling your rod is a step further into pushing you to do more.

                                            >"It smells musky. Like a soup with a lot of roots."

                                            "You're going a little too far. I told you it's sensitive..."

                                            >Your cries are cast aside as she licks at the tip of your cock.

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                                            >You grunt at the first direct sexual contact you'd felt in a couple weeks.

                                            "Don't do that again."

                                            >"Why?" Lyra giggles. "It tastes funny. I think it's cute."

                                            >She leans in to kiss the tip of your cock, pulling away with an audible "mwah".

                                            >You grit your teeth. She is pushing it, and you don't think she's gonna stop.

                                            "Suck it, then."

                                            >The demand slips out subconsciously. You reflexively bite your tongue.

                                            >Lyra looks up at you, smugly flashing a grin.

                                            >"Suck it? That sounds goofy." Lyra said.

                                            >Her immature approach to lacks any sense of decency in the situation, just doing what she wants.

                                            "It's only fair. You just had me scratch your butt out here for however long."

                                            >Your evil, human impulses are pushing you further over the edge.

                                            >Lyra rolls her eyes. "Whatever... You're just lucky this is kinda interesting."

                                            >She leans in, quickly taking the tip of your dick into her mouth.

                                            >You grunt again, feeling her teeth on your flesh.

                                            >"Rike thith?" Her voice impaired by the cock in her mouth.

                                            "No teeth." You say hushedly.

                                            >She silently complies, and soon all you feel is pony gums and tongue rubbing against your flesh.

                                            >You throw inhibitions to the wind, and raise a hand to her head.

                                            >You grab ahold of her horn, tugging her down slightly.

                                            >She reaches a good three-quarters down your shaft before you assume you hit her gag reflex.

                                            >You hear her make an all too familiar "glhk" sound.

                                            >She pulls off, coughing away as she covers her mouth with a hoof.

                                            >"That was a little too far..." She said between coughs.

                                            "You're one to talk." You retort, "You alright? We can stop now..."

                                            >"No, it feels funny... but I like it."

                                            >Lyra plops her rear down, sitting between your legs.

                                            >She takes yourself into her mouth again, this time moving on her own.

                                            >She looked down towards your crotch, before getting used to a rhythm.

                                            >You sighed contentedly, and she looked up at you with a mouth still full of cock.

                                            >She smiled, or at least you think she smiled. Hard to tell.

                                            >She closed her eyes, massaging your cock with her mouth.

                                            >What a surreal experience.

                                            >She doesn't even fully know what she's doing but she's doing it well enough.

                                            >Well enough to have you getting close in a matter of minutes.

                                            >She pulled your cock out of her mouth just to look at it again.

                                            >She smiled, and gave it a kiss once more.

                                            >The kiss nudged it back slightly, making it dab against her snout as it sprung back into place.

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                                            >She giggled, before slipping it back into her mouth.

                                            >She began suckling your cock quicker, unintentionally driving you closer to climax.

                                            >You debated whether or not you wanted to tell her about it.

                                            >You decided in favor of not choking her with your nut.

                                            >As she continued, your breaths got more sharper.

                                            >You could feel the wavelengths of your orgasm pulsing through your body.

                                            "Hold on." You gruffly exclaimed.

                                            >You pressed a hand on her head, but she persisted.

                                            "Lyra, stop. I'm about to..."

                                            >"Mmm mmm!" She interrupted, only getting quicker.

                                            >You had mere seconds before you felt yourself being pushed over the edge. You desperately pushed against her stubborn head.

                                            >The first pulse of cum shot out into her mouth, as you reached with another hand to instinctively jerk out your orgasm.

                                            >She reacted in a mild shock, just looking up at you as you pushed her back.

                                            >Your ropes of cum either landed in her open mouth, or on her chin.

                                            >The view was incomparable.

                                            >She closed her mouth, looking in the undiscernible distance as she tasted your cum.

                                            >"Salty." She said, sticking her tongue out to lick her chin clean.

                                            >She wiped the rest away with a hoof.

                                            >You sit there in your artificial afterglow, as she tended to herself.

                                            >She looks at your dick, still slathered with cum.

                                            >She licks at your remaining orgasm, cleaning it off.

                                            >You grunt almost painfully at the sensation.

                                            "Lyra, we're done. Fuck..."

                                            >She stops mid-lick as she looks up at you, before slipping her tongue back into her mouth.

                                            >"Sorry. That was fun! Did you like it?" She asked serenely.

                                            "Bit of an understatement..." You say.

                                            >You slip your pants up, wanting to hide what remaining evidence of what you did here.

                                            >"Yay! I'm glad it helped. Hopefully that was a fair trade. Thanks for scratching back there again, Anon!"

                                            >She just walks away, leaving you there still dazed.

                                            >What the fuck.


                                            END