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Shorts I've done for the Lyra thread. New shorts will be added from the top. Unless spaced by "--" these aren't meant to have any hard continuity.
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Anonymous 12/10/20(Thu)08:51:17 No.36263677
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>Your ears twist and turn as you step into the house, a hoof working its way into the scarf around your neck to loosen it.
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>...
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>It's oddly quiet.
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>The unlit fireplace doesn't do much for the nerves either, making it hard to see.
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>Lyra wouldn't just sit in the cold like this.
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>Your eyes won't adjust to the dark for a good while, so you'll have to rely on other senses for clues.
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>To the average villager, it wouldn't be so much of a big deal.
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>It's a time to sit down, relax, and talk with a herd about your day in the comfort of their own home.
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>To you, however, it's you at your most vulnerable.
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>And something is wrong.
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>Where's the wild sounds of trotting and tumbling, the boisterous laughter, the texture of stray oats trailing form the kitchen?
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>Did she go out without saying anything?
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>No, she's usually waiting here to nudge you back onto your hooves when you want to rest after making candy all day.
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>Snout close to the floor, you begin to search for your mint green roommate.
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>The matches in the living area are missing too.
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>How many times do you have to tell her to put things back where she found them?
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>Tentatively, you make your way to Lyra's room, a smell working it's way into your snout.
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>It's Lyra's scent, and... a stallion?
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>No, something different.
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>Something foreign, though you think you have a good idea as to who's.
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Anonymous 12/10/20(Thu)08:52:18 No.36263678
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>>36263677 (You)
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>Nuzzling your way through her door, which is thankfully lit on the other side, you see the two culprits on a seemingly too-small bed, curled up asleep partially under a thick blanket.
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>Looks like all those tall tales mommas tell their foals about sleeping alone is true.
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>A big predator really did snatch Lyra up because she slept alone without other ponies to take watch.
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>Right, she mentioned he was hairless over most of his body too, and that without insulation he was the warmest "cuddly buddy."
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>The human had both his fore-arms around her securely, one of his weird claws over her muzzle, a little tongue poking out here and there to lick the individual digits.
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>Her ear flicks as Anon's breath tickles the back of it, making a motion to lightly swat him on his tiny foal-like snout.
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>And next to them on the bedside table are the matches you’re looking for.
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>Snorting you canter over to the bedside table, not making an effort to be quiet.
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>Predators tend to sleep more soundly, and for many times longer than a pony.
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>And Lyra is... Lyra.
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>Not to snuff the hearth, but unicorns are unusually eccentric, especially those weirdos that never leave their mountains, and none more than Lyra.
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>Even the way she sits and grazes is weird.
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>As you get close, you find Lyra's muzzle has escaped from the hold, twisting around up to try and hit the human's face with a stray lick.
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>Deftly, and still asleep, the human's chin tilts up, narrowly avoiding it.
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>With a low grunt his claw grabs and rubs her muzzle once more, now you realize it's to stop the sleepy grooming.
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>The human hums, pressing his face into her thick winter coat as he curls up around her, squeezing out a quiet whicker from Lyra.
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>Just like that they’re still again.
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>...They're both weirdos.
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>Swishing your tail, you make your leave.
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>Unlike the two of them, you’re freezing your girls off and have a fire to start.
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>You sigh, laying your head down on the front counter.
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>School isn't out for another few hours so the usual customers are nowhere to be seen yet.
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>No special orders for any dates or gifts.
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>The Cakes haven't commissioned any candy structures for any special pastries either.
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>Maybe it wouldn't hurt to close your eyes for a second-
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>”Heya, Bonnie.”
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>Your head shoots up to Lyra, who's sporting an innocent grin.
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>...
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>Too innocent.
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”Anon, if I catch one of your weird claws in one of my jars I'm going to bite them.”
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>Your ears flick back to a quiet grunt and some fumbling behind you as the human backs off.
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>"H-hey now, horsie. We were just messing around."
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>Stupid predators and their quiet hoofsteps.
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>Even with his human shoes and being a good head taller than a minotaur, you didn't even hear him sneaking up behind you.
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>If you weren't used to dealing with them prowling around in your last job, with much deadlier intentions, he might have gotten away with it.
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>Guess that 6th sense you picked up for these things never really goes unlearned.
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>"Aww, I was sure that would work." Lyra frowns.
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>Road apples, where did you put your broom?
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"Maybe you can abuse Anon's physiology for other things than stealing candy from my shop."
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>"I do! Hey, Anon do that weird thing you do with my tail."
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>You wheel around, tucking your tail in and pressing your rump against the counter.
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>He just looks at you with his stupid smile as you force your ears and head upright.
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>If it's anything else you learned from your last job is that ear pinning and bowing your head comes off as submissive when it comes to predators.
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>That's the last thing you want to convey to this irritating human.
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>You definitely don't care for whatever it is Anon can do with or around a pony's tail.
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>You're pretty sure you don't want to know either.
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>"Come on, Bonnie. It'll feel weird but it won't hurt, I promise."
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>"Yeah, Bon. I got magic hands."
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>You pause, ears flicking between the troublemakers.
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>They wouldn't do anything too untoward or mean spirited but being around them, especially Anon, makes the fur on your withers stand up on end.
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"If I agree to this... whatever it is. Do you promise you'll leave my shop?"
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>They both nod.
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>You sigh, and slowly turn around, keeping the big human in your peripherals as he kneels down behind you.
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"If I feel anything under my tail, I'll buck."
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>The human's face flushes at that.
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>"Th-there's nothing under there that I want to touch, you grumpy horse."
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>You snort and roll your eyes at that.
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>You've seen him looking at Lyra's butt a lot when he thinks no one's looking.
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>Honestly they should just rut already.
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>Maybe then they'll stop causing so much trouble, and your oats will remain safe.
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>You still don't know how she even-
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>Your hind leg reflectively stomps when you feel the human grab your tail, under the end of your last tailbone.
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>"Easy, there. Bon."
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>He places another hand on top of your rump making the rest of your body tense, your tail begging to be clamped back down.
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>"It's easier if you relax, Bonnie."
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"I doubt it."
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>You don't know how she can relax with this big human hugging and grabbing her all the time.
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>Unlike her you and most other ponies actually have preservation instincts.
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>Still, if it's to get these two out of your shop...
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>You sigh and do your best to relax, letting the human have free reign of your tail
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>Anon moves for a bit, then pushes you with one claw on your rump, while gently pulling on the tale with the other.
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>You're not sure about-
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>Pop, pop, pop.
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>You reflectively nicker, nearly falling over as pressure you didn't even know you had in your tail and lower back releases.
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>That- huhh.
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>What in sun’s rays was that?
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>And why does it feel so nice?
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>Anon grabs your hips and steadies your hoofing for you, before chuckling and giving you a light pat on your cutie mark.
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>Lyra grins too, making some weird gesture to Anon.
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>”Alright, we should get going. Bye Bonnie!”
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>”Yeah, we got a lot of important human and horse things to do. Later, Bon.”
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>You shake your head, slowly coming to.
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>Ohh, they’re gone.
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>Finally, now you can get some-
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>You’re pretty sure the jar of caramels was full to the brim the last you checked.
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>When you get your hooves on them...
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>"Youuu...."
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>You and Anon whip your heads around to see Bonnie, in what you assume is her old spy outfit.
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>It would be really cool to see if she didn't look super angry.
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>How did she find you so quickly?
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>You prop yourself up on Anon's shoulders to nicker at your friend.
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>At least, you hope she remembers you're friends right now.
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>It's not like you haven't stolen food from her before.
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>You swallow the sweet creamy evidence in your muzzle just in case.
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"H-heya, Bonnie," you say,
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>"Why're you wearin' that onesie, Bonathan?" Anon asks, pushing the caramel in his mouth around with his tongue.
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>... Of course Anon wouldn't make this easy.
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>Bon stomps her hoof and swishes her tail.
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>"My name isn't Bonathan!"
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>Ha! she didn't say it wasn't a onesie.
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>Horseapples, Bonbon saw you chuckle.
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>Anon turns, your eyes meeting with a silent agreement.
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>Run.
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>Before you and Anon can even get on your hooves, in one swift motion Bonnie tugs a bolo off her withers and throws it to Anon's legs.
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Anonymous Sun 22 Nov 2020 05:53:32 No.36189035 Report
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>With a yelp he fumbles and topples over.
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"A-Anon!"
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>"Lyra!" Anon throws the bag of caramels to you, which you catch in your magic. "Go on without me."
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"No way."
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>You whinny in frustration, that Anon would think for a second you'd let him take the flack.
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>Bonners tries to run you down, but Anon grabs at her waist as she runs past him.
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>The human easily grapples her and uses his weight to pin her down, even without his hind legs.
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>...He's got her now, but he's probably going to get bit for that.
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>As if reading your mind, Bonnie tries at one of his fingers, causing the human to grunt and hook one of his arms around her neck, trying to get a better hold.
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>"Just go, you stubborn mare." He snaps, picking up a stray pinecone and tossing it in your direction.
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>With another winny, you rear up and make your escape.
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>Bonnie probably won't hurt him too bad.
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>A-and you’ll be sure to save Anon at least half of the caramels.
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>Honor among oat thieves, and all.
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>"Lyra, I'm going to make you pull taffy for the next MONTH if you don't get your flank back here."
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>You only hope she takes it easier on Anon.
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>You are Lyra heartstrings.
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>A mare on a mission, running an experiment for the benefit of ponykind.
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>Your alien friend is lying belly down, pretending to sleep.
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>Normally he was very sleepy, sometimes out for 8-9 whole hours.
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>But this time you knew he’s faking it.
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>You knew because his fingers twitched when he heard you eat a bowl of oats right next to him.
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>His oats.
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>And if it's anything you've learned so far, even if his facial expressions can be hard to read, the hands are always a sure give away on how he's feeling and stuff.
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>They make 'Non a completely open book.
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>Not that you’d tell him that.
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>Anyways, you’re standing on his upper back, where the withers would be if he were a pony.
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>Alternating pressure between your hooves, the human was completely placid.
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>It makes his back pop here and there.
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>Which scared you at first.
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>He then makes odd sounds, something between a growl and moan.
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>A groan, you think you'll call it.
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>Which also scared you at first...
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>You thought it might mean pain or anger, but apparently it's the human version of a nicker.
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>You're still at it, nuzzling into his back with a stray lick here and there, in an attempt to groom him.
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>Like usual, during grooming he fidgets.
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>He can act like such a little colt, making a big fuss when licked or getting their mane monched on.
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>This time, however, because you found that one spot that makes him human nicker- groan, he doesn't fight back.
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>reaching down, you nibble his back, which brings back the nice sounds.
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>His muscles tense and relax as he feels teeth scratch at his bare skin.
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>You lean over to see his face off to the side.
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>He sighs, keeping his eyes closed as he melts into his too-hard mattress, a dopey smile on his face.
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>The human even reaches up, grabbing and squeezing at his sheets.
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>Yeah.
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>He's enjoying that.
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>You’re definitely going to remember that one next time he tries to incapacitate you with belly rubs.
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>Let's see...
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>He likes his back scritched a whole lot, and not so much his tummy.
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>He doesn't mind you walking on top of him, and even seems to love it.
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>He doesn't like grooming, but likes grooming others, namely yourself with brushes and stuff.
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>Maybe he's opposite to a pony in other ways too.
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>You reach up and nibble the rim of one of his ears.
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>His breath hitches, the muscles on his neck, arms, and back shuddering, a stray hand feeling out for your muzzle.
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>"-Hell's that?"
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>You nuzzle and lick at his knuckles with a nicker.
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"Never mind, me 'Non. Just running an important experiment."
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>With a grunt and a small thankful rub on your muzzle, the human relaxes once more, nary a protest.
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>He definitely liked that too.
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>That explains him trying to grab pony's ears sometimes.
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>You had to explain that ponies don't really like that.
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>Not that you mind.
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>You know humans get all grabby when they're being friendly, and that makes it pleasurable enough for you.
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>Too bad not many of the other ponies believe you.
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>Okay, what else can you test out?
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>...
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>Right! Ponies don't like their eyes messed with.
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>You roll off his back and hop to your hooves, moving around to face Anon.
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>"What in the lord's-"
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>Before you even finish what you're doing, a hand shoots out to grab one of your hind legs on the opposite side of him, then pulling really fast causing you to flop down like a sack of flour with a startled whinny.
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>He then pushes himself up and reaches over you, making it hard to stand back up.
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>Uhh-Ohh.
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>Now you've made him mad, and he's grabbed and pinned you before you could run away.
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>Should have eaten more carrots.
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>"That's enough experiments out of you, you little weirdo."
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>He slips an arm under your barrel and rolls onto his side with you, pulling you close.
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>...
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>And with that, it seems he's all sleepy again.
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>Maybe it was a bit silly to think Anon liked everything opposite to a pony.
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>Humans definitely do not like getting their eyeballs licked.
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>Satisfied for now, you kick your hooves to turn around, burying your muzzle into the nape of his neck.
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>Maybe you can be sleepy with him for once.
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Anonymous 11/16/20(Mon)00:43:38 No.36160408
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>You scan the park at a brisk trot, ears tilting here and there and saying the odd hello to ponies that pass by.
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>Ohh, there he is.
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>Your human is laying on his back with his arms behind his head, basking in the sunlight.
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>Maybe if you're real quiet, you can-
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>"Hey, Lye."
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"Aww, how'd you know I was here?"
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>He looks at you, a small grin on his face.
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>"Hooves."
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>Right... you kind of wish you could sneak up on ponies as well as Anon.
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>Maybe you can ask Boners.
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>Heh, Boners.
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>The human closes his eyes, nestling all comfy in the autumn leaves.
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>"Plus you got this special way of walkin'. A bit more bouncy than the average little horse."
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>Huhh, you've never heard a pony identify somepony else through their gait.
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>Must be a human thing.
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>Probably because they don't smell as good as a pony.
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>You canter up to him, kicking up some dirt before rolling around on your back
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>As usual, you end up failing to keep your balance and end up using Anon as support.
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>How does he do this so effortlessly?
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>You're pulled from your thoughts as Anon takes that as a cue to bury his fingers into your belly, a nicker slipping out.
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>"Your winter coat's grown in."
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"Yep. You don't get one?"
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>"Nahh, I think my hair'll get darker some. That's about it."
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>At least that's similar to ponies.
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>Your coat always gets a bit darker and more vibrant than it is during the summer.
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>Being a purebred Canterlot unicorn, your winter coat grows a good bunch longer than the local flat land dirt ponies too, which Anon seems to be enjoying.
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>It's a real shame you'll have to share it with him some more with a whole bunch of cuddles this winter.
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>It's a tough job but somepony's gotta do it.
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>No wonder he's bundled up in that jacket-
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"Wait a minute..."
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>You roll back onto your hooves to smell around his torso with another short nicker, before burying your muzzle in Anon's jacket.
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>Occasionally he'll leave some carrots and peppermints on hoof for you to pilfer.
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>Luckily, this is one of those times.
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>The human chuckles, grabbing at one of your ears and tossing it around.
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>Ohh yeah?
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>You snort, and nibble his ears back, causing his face to flush.
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>Though he quickly relaxes as you nuzzle and groom him, even lightly dozing off.
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>If not for the treats snapping you out of it, he'd have you in such a position with his belly scritches right about now.
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>You knew these experiments were useful.
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>Some more ponies pass by, looking in awe that he’s been practically sedated with a simple bit of grooming in the right spot.
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>For some reason the town thinks Anon is as much of a grump as Bon is.
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>Which isn't true.
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>Anon isn't very expressive in the face, his body language otherwise is flipped upside down.
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>But he's probably friendlier than most ponies!
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>His language can seem pretty mean though...
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>Their loss.
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>Speaking of which, your experiments with human incapacitation have been progressing smoothly.
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>You've been muzzle-deep in research as of late, playing around with simple spell matrixes.
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>It reminds you of long study nights at Celestia's school.
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>When Anon ran his fingers through your mane a couple weeks ago, something clicked.
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>Humans probably do this together all the time.
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>Probably to eat ticks and things, you're not sure.
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>They eat some pretty gross things.
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>While you've gotten used to, and even prefer his method of grooming over a pony, to never feel the touch of another pony would make you feel sad.
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>Casting your spell, you summon a spectral "hand".
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>While it doesn't look like one- something you can refine later.
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>It should put the right amount of pressure in different points and feel like one.
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>A lot of trial and error was involved, but now it's close to where even you can't tell the difference.
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>Like, you had to get a butt load of headpats from Anon to work this out.
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>For research.
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>...
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>Okay, moment of truth.
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>With the golden yellow blob, you stroke Anon's scalp in much the same way he does you.
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>He jerks away from it, to your surprise, the silly human giving it a fearful look.
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"Shh, it's just me. Go back to sleep."
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>With a few blinks, he nestles in close, curling around you like a big cat.
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>"N-never thought I'd-" He chokes.
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>You... You've never seen Anon tear up.
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>You didn't even know humans could do that.
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>He snaps out of it with a reassuring nuzzle under his chin, accompanied by a soft whicker.
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>With a shuddering breath, he tightens his grip on you, almost clinging on defensively.
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>For you or for him, you're not sure.
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>As you continue stroking his mane- hair, he starts to lean into it, his grip relaxing.
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>If you had foals with Anon, would they want to seek comfort in the same way?
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>Not that you think about having foals with your best oat stealing buddy or anything.
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>You feel around in different areas too, "patting" him the same way he tries to do with ponies.
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>...Which you also had to explain that ponies don't like very much.
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>This puts that real nice smile back on his face, and he holds onto you lightly with his stray hands, a pulse of pressure going through his fingers.
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>According to your notes, this must be the pony equivalent of wiggling your snoot when something feels -really- good.
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>As you move it back up to rub his cheek, he thoughtlessly reaches for it, stopping near militrots away.
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>Why is he hesitating?
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>You close the distance, wrapping your magic around his hand.
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>The human cautiously grips it, turning beat red.
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>...This means you’re human married now, doesn’t it?
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