My Little Lyra


                                            Originally Published February 26th, 2018


                                            >Be Anon

                                            >The day is done, so it's bedtime

                                            >Strip down and throw your clothes in the hamper

                                            >Hop in your Iron Will onesie and crawl under the blankets

                                            >Your Lyra plush lays in wait by your pillow

                                            >Fluttershy gifted it to you when she thought you were "dating" Lyra

                                            >Sure, you thought Lyra was cute and all

                                            >But she kept trying to guess your fetish for some reason

                                            >Thankfully, the doll does no such thing

                                            >You snuggle up to your Lyra doll and begin to fall into the sultry arms of sleep

                                            >taptaptap

                                            >You snap your eyes open and stare out the window

                                            Who the fuck's tapping?

                                            >In reply, a minty hoofy comes up from below the sill

                                            >Of course it's Lyra

                                            The fuck do you want? It's 3am.

                                            >Lyra pulls the rest of herself up as you say this

                                            >"Are living dolls your fetish, Anon?"

                                            >what

                                            >You point your Lyra plush at the real Lyra

                                            Get the fuck away fro-uhh

                                            >Lyra plush is not in your hand

                                            >The real Lyra turns red and grins before shimmering away

                                            >She was a hologram

                                            >As you grab your blankets to shield yourself from the mean green rape machine, you can hear the snaps on your buttflap open up

                                            >A familiar plush sensation snakes past your bum and towards your crotch

                                            >"Well, Anon? Are they your fetish?"

                                            >You moved towns after that night

                                            >Fucking Lyra