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Created: 17th December 2020 08:53:36 PM

  1. 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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  4.  Anonymous 12/10/20(Thu)08:51:17 No.36263677
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  6. >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.
  7. >...
  8. >It's oddly quiet.
  9. >The unlit fireplace doesn't do much for the nerves either, making it hard to see.
  10. >Lyra wouldn't just sit in the cold like this.
  11. >Your eyes won't adjust to the dark for a good while, so you'll have to rely on other senses for clues.
  12. >To the average villager, it wouldn't be so much of a big deal.
  13. >It's a time to sit down, relax, and talk with a herd about your day in the comfort of their own home.
  14. >To you, however, it's you at your most vulnerable.
  15. >And something is wrong.
  16. >Where's the wild sounds of trotting and tumbling, the boisterous laughter, the texture of stray oats trailing form the kitchen?
  17. >Did she go out without saying anything?
  18. >No, she's usually waiting here to nudge you back onto your hooves when you want to rest after making candy all day.
  19. >Snout close to the floor, you begin to search for your mint green roommate.
  20. >The matches in the living area are missing too.
  21. >How many times do you have to tell her to put things back where she found them?
  22. >Tentatively, you make your way to Lyra's room, a smell working it's way into your snout.
  23. >It's Lyra's scent, and... a stallion?
  24. >No, something different.
  25. >Something foreign, though you think you have a good idea as to who's.
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  27.  Anonymous 12/10/20(Thu)08:52:18 No.36263678
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  29. >>36263677 (You)
  30. >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.
  31. >Looks like all those tall tales mommas tell their foals about sleeping alone is true.
  32. >A big predator really did snatch Lyra up because she slept alone without other ponies to take watch.
  33. >Right, she mentioned he was hairless over most of his body too, and that without insulation he was the warmest "cuddly buddy."
  34. >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.
  35. >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.
  36. >And next to them on the bedside table are the matches you’re looking for.
  37. >Snorting you canter over to the bedside table, not making an effort to be quiet.
  38. >Predators tend to sleep more soundly, and for many times longer than a pony.
  39. >And Lyra is... Lyra.
  40. >Not to snuff the hearth, but unicorns are unusually eccentric, especially those weirdos that never leave their mountains, and none more than Lyra.
  41. >Even the way she sits and grazes is weird.
  42. >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.
  43. >Deftly, and still asleep, the human's chin tilts up, narrowly avoiding it.
  44. >With a low grunt his claw grabs and rubs her muzzle once more, now you realize it's to stop the sleepy grooming.
  45. >The human hums, pressing his face into her thick winter coat as he curls up around her, squeezing out a quiet whicker from Lyra.
  46. >Just like that they’re still again.
  47. >...They're both weirdos.
  48. >Swishing your tail, you make your leave.
  49. >Unlike the two of them, you’re freezing your girls off and have a fire to start.
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  55. >You sigh, laying your head down on the front counter.
  56. >School isn't out for another few hours so the usual customers are nowhere to be seen yet.
  57. >No special orders for any dates or gifts.
  58. >The Cakes haven't commissioned any candy structures for any special pastries either.
  59. >Maybe it wouldn't hurt to close your eyes for a second-
  60. >”Heya, Bonnie.”
  61. >Your head shoots up to Lyra, who's sporting an innocent grin.
  62. >...
  63. >Too innocent.
  64. ”Anon, if I catch one of your weird claws in one of my jars I'm going to bite them.”
  65. >Your ears flick back to a quiet grunt and some fumbling behind you as the human backs off.
  66. >"H-hey now, horsie. We were just messing around."
  67. >Stupid predators and their quiet hoofsteps.
  68. >Even with his human shoes and being a good head taller than a minotaur, you didn't even hear him sneaking up behind you.
  69. >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.
  70. >Guess that 6th sense you picked up for these things never really goes unlearned.
  71. >"Aww, I was sure that would work." Lyra frowns.
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  74. >Road apples, where did you put your broom?
  75. "Maybe you can abuse Anon's physiology for other things than stealing candy from my shop."
  76. >"I do! Hey, Anon do that weird thing you do with my tail."
  77. >You wheel around, tucking your tail in and pressing your rump against the counter.
  78. >He just looks at you with his stupid smile as you force your ears and head upright.
  79. >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.
  80. >That's the last thing you want to convey to this irritating human.
  81. >You definitely don't care for whatever it is Anon can do with or around a pony's tail.
  82. >You're pretty sure you don't want to know either.
  83. >"Come on, Bonnie. It'll feel weird but it won't hurt, I promise."
  84. >"Yeah, Bon. I got magic hands."
  85. >You pause, ears flicking between the troublemakers.
  86. >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.
  87. "If I agree to this... whatever it is. Do you promise you'll leave my shop?"
  88. >They both nod.
  89. >You sigh, and slowly turn around, keeping the big human in your peripherals as he kneels down behind you.
  90. "If I feel anything under my tail, I'll buck."
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  93. >The human's face flushes at that.
  94. >"Th-there's nothing under there that I want to touch, you grumpy horse."
  95. >You snort and roll your eyes at that.
  96. >You've seen him looking at Lyra's butt a lot when he thinks no one's looking.
  97. >Honestly they should just rut already.
  98. >Maybe then they'll stop causing so much trouble, and your oats will remain safe.
  99. >You still don't know how she even-
  100. >Your hind leg reflectively stomps when you feel the human grab your tail, under the end of your last tailbone.
  101. >"Easy, there. Bon."
  102. >He places another hand on top of your rump making the rest of your body tense, your tail begging to be clamped back down.
  103. >"It's easier if you relax, Bonnie."
  104. "I doubt it."
  105. >You don't know how she can relax with this big human hugging and grabbing her all the time.
  106. >Unlike her you and most other ponies actually have preservation instincts.
  107. >Still, if it's to get these two out of your shop...
  108. >You sigh and do your best to relax, letting the human have free reign of your tail
  109. >Anon moves for a bit, then pushes you with one claw on your rump, while gently pulling on the tale with the other.
  110. >You're not sure about-
  111. >Pop, pop, pop.
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  114. >You reflectively nicker, nearly falling over as pressure you didn't even know you had in your tail and lower back releases.
  115. >That- huhh.
  116. >What in sun’s rays was that?
  117. >And why does it feel so nice?
  118. >Anon grabs your hips and steadies your hoofing for you, before chuckling and giving you a light pat on your cutie mark.
  119. >Lyra grins too, making some weird gesture to Anon.
  120. >”Alright, we should get going. Bye Bonnie!”
  121. >”Yeah, we got a lot of important human and horse things to do. Later, Bon.”
  122. >You shake your head, slowly coming to.
  123. >Ohh, they’re gone.
  124. >Finally, now you can get some-
  125. >You’re pretty sure the jar of caramels was full to the brim the last you checked.
  126. >When you get your hooves on them...
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  130. >"Youuu...."
  131. >You and Anon whip your heads around to see Bonnie, in what you assume is her old spy outfit.
  132. >It would be really cool to see if she didn't look super angry.
  133. >How did she find you so quickly?
  134. >You prop yourself up on Anon's shoulders to nicker at your friend.
  135. >At least, you hope she remembers you're friends right now.
  136. >It's not like you haven't stolen food from her before.
  137. >You swallow the sweet creamy evidence in your muzzle just in case.
  138. "H-heya, Bonnie," you say,
  139. >"Why're you wearin' that onesie, Bonathan?" Anon asks, pushing the caramel in his mouth around with his tongue.
  140. >... Of course Anon wouldn't make this easy.
  141. >Bon stomps her hoof and swishes her tail.
  142. >"My name isn't Bonathan!"
  143. >Ha! she didn't say it wasn't a onesie.
  144. >Horseapples, Bonbon saw you chuckle.
  145. >Anon turns, your eyes meeting with a silent agreement.
  146. >Run.
  147. >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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  149. Anonymous Sun 22 Nov 2020 05:53:32 No.36189035 Report
  150. >>36189034
  151. >With a yelp he fumbles and topples over.
  152. "A-Anon!"
  153. >"Lyra!" Anon throws the bag of caramels to you, which you catch in your magic. "Go on without me."
  154. "No way."
  155. >You whinny in frustration, that Anon would think for a second you'd let him take the flack.
  156. >Bonners tries to run you down, but Anon grabs at her waist as she runs past him.
  157. >The human easily grapples her and uses his weight to pin her down, even without his hind legs.
  158. >...He's got her now, but he's probably going to get bit for that.
  159. >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.
  160. >"Just go, you stubborn mare." He snaps, picking up a stray pinecone and tossing it in your direction.
  161. >With another winny, you rear up and make your escape.
  162. >Bonnie probably won't hurt him too bad.
  163. >A-and you’ll be sure to save Anon at least half of the caramels.
  164. >Honor among oat thieves, and all.
  165. >"Lyra, I'm going to make you pull taffy for the next MONTH if you don't get your flank back here."
  166. >You only hope she takes it easier on Anon.
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  172. >You are Lyra heartstrings.
  173. >A mare on a mission, running an experiment for the benefit of ponykind.
  174. >Your alien friend is lying belly down, pretending to sleep.
  175. >Normally he was very sleepy, sometimes out for 8-9 whole hours.
  176. >But this time you knew he’s faking it.
  177. >You knew because his fingers twitched when he heard you eat a bowl of oats right next to him.
  178. >His oats.
  179. >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.
  180. >They make 'Non a completely open book.
  181. >Not that you’d tell him that.
  182. >Anyways, you’re standing on his upper back, where the withers would be if he were a pony.
  183. >Alternating pressure between your hooves, the human was completely placid.
  184. >It makes his back pop here and there.
  185. >Which scared you at first.
  186. >He then makes odd sounds, something between a growl and moan.
  187. >A groan, you think you'll call it.
  188. >Which also scared you at first...
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  191. >You thought it might mean pain or anger, but apparently it's the human version of a nicker.
  192. >You're still at it, nuzzling into his back with a stray lick here and there, in an attempt to groom him.
  193. >Like usual, during grooming he fidgets.
  194. >He can act like such a little colt, making a big fuss when licked or getting their mane monched on.
  195. >This time, however, because you found that one spot that makes him human nicker- groan, he doesn't fight back.
  196. >reaching down, you nibble his back, which brings back the nice sounds.
  197. >His muscles tense and relax as he feels teeth scratch at his bare skin.
  198. >You lean over to see his face off to the side.
  199. >He sighs, keeping his eyes closed as he melts into his too-hard mattress, a dopey smile on his face.
  200. >The human even reaches up, grabbing and squeezing at his sheets.
  201. >Yeah.
  202. >He's enjoying that.
  203. >You’re definitely going to remember that one next time he tries to incapacitate you with belly rubs.
  204. >Let's see...
  205. >He likes his back scritched a whole lot, and not so much his tummy.
  206. >He doesn't mind you walking on top of him, and even seems to love it.
  207. >He doesn't like grooming, but likes grooming others, namely yourself with brushes and stuff.
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  210. >Maybe he's opposite to a pony in other ways too.
  211. >You reach up and nibble the rim of one of his ears.
  212. >His breath hitches, the muscles on his neck, arms, and back shuddering, a stray hand feeling out for your muzzle.
  213. >"-Hell's that?"
  214. >You nuzzle and lick at his knuckles with a nicker.
  215. "Never mind, me 'Non. Just running an important experiment."
  216. >With a grunt and a small thankful rub on your muzzle, the human relaxes once more, nary a protest.
  217. >He definitely liked that too.
  218. >That explains him trying to grab pony's ears sometimes.
  219. >You had to explain that ponies don't really like that.
  220. >Not that you mind.
  221. >You know humans get all grabby when they're being friendly, and that makes it pleasurable enough for you.
  222. >Too bad not many of the other ponies believe you.
  223. >Okay, what else can you test out?
  224. >...
  225. >Right! Ponies don't like their eyes messed with.
  226. >You roll off his back and hop to your hooves, moving around to face Anon.
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  229. >"What in the lord's-"
  230. >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.
  231. >He then pushes himself up and reaches over you, making it hard to stand back up.
  232. >Uhh-Ohh.
  233. >Now you've made him mad, and he's grabbed and pinned you before you could run away.
  234. >Should have eaten more carrots.
  235. >"That's enough experiments out of you, you little weirdo."
  236. >He slips an arm under your barrel and rolls onto his side with you, pulling you close.
  237. >...
  238. >And with that, it seems he's all sleepy again.
  239. >Maybe it was a bit silly to think Anon liked everything opposite to a pony.
  240. >Humans definitely do not like getting their eyeballs licked.
  241. >Satisfied for now, you kick your hooves to turn around, burying your muzzle into the nape of his neck.
  242. >Maybe you can be sleepy with him for once.
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  246. Anonymous 11/16/20(Mon)00:43:38 No.36160408
  247. >You scan the park at a brisk trot, ears tilting here and there and saying the odd hello to ponies that pass by.
  248. >Ohh, there he is.
  249. >Your human is laying on his back with his arms behind his head, basking in the sunlight.
  250. >Maybe if you're real quiet, you can-
  251. >"Hey, Lye."
  252. "Aww, how'd you know I was here?"
  253. >He looks at you, a small grin on his face.
  254. >"Hooves."
  255. >Right... you kind of wish you could sneak up on ponies as well as Anon.
  256. >Maybe you can ask Boners.
  257. >Heh, Boners.
  258. >The human closes his eyes, nestling all comfy in the autumn leaves.
  259. >"Plus you got this special way of walkin'. A bit more bouncy than the average little horse."
  260. >Huhh, you've never heard a pony identify somepony else through their gait.
  261. >Must be a human thing.
  262. >Probably because they don't smell as good as a pony.
  263. >You canter up to him, kicking up some dirt before rolling around on your back
  264. >As usual, you end up failing to keep your balance and end up using Anon as support.
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  266. >How does he do this so effortlessly?
  267. >You're pulled from your thoughts as Anon takes that as a cue to bury his fingers into your belly, a nicker slipping out.
  268. >"Your winter coat's grown in."
  269. "Yep. You don't get one?"
  270. >"Nahh, I think my hair'll get darker some. That's about it."
  271. >At least that's similar to ponies.
  272. >Your coat always gets a bit darker and more vibrant than it is during the summer.
  273. >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.
  274. >It's a real shame you'll have to share it with him some more with a whole bunch of cuddles this winter.
  275. >It's a tough job but somepony's gotta do it.
  276. >No wonder he's bundled up in that jacket-
  277. "Wait a minute..."
  278. >You roll back onto your hooves to smell around his torso with another short nicker, before burying your muzzle in Anon's jacket.
  279. >Occasionally he'll leave some carrots and peppermints on hoof for you to pilfer.
  280. >Luckily, this is one of those times.
  281. >The human chuckles, grabbing at one of your ears and tossing it around.
  282. >Ohh yeah?
  283. >You snort, and nibble his ears back, causing his face to flush.
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  285. >Though he quickly relaxes as you nuzzle and groom him, even lightly dozing off.
  286. >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.
  287. >You knew these experiments were useful.
  288. >Some more ponies pass by, looking in awe that he’s been practically sedated with a simple bit of grooming in the right spot.
  289. >For some reason the town thinks Anon is as much of a grump as Bon is.
  290. >Which isn't true.
  291. >Anon isn't very expressive in the face, his body language otherwise is flipped upside down.
  292. >But he's probably friendlier than most ponies!
  293. >His language can seem pretty mean though...
  294. >Their loss.
  295. >Speaking of which, your experiments with human incapacitation have been progressing smoothly.
  296. >You've been muzzle-deep in research as of late, playing around with simple spell matrixes.
  297. >It reminds you of long study nights at Celestia's school.
  298. >When Anon ran his fingers through your mane a couple weeks ago, something clicked.
  299. >Humans probably do this together all the time.
  300. >Probably to eat ticks and things, you're not sure.
  301. >They eat some pretty gross things.
  302. >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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  304. >Casting your spell, you summon a spectral "hand".
  305. >While it doesn't look like one- something you can refine later.
  306. >It should put the right amount of pressure in different points and feel like one.
  307. >A lot of trial and error was involved, but now it's close to where even you can't tell the difference.
  308. >Like, you had to get a butt load of headpats from Anon to work this out.
  309. >For research.
  310. >...
  311. >Okay, moment of truth.
  312. >With the golden yellow blob, you stroke Anon's scalp in much the same way he does you.
  313. >He jerks away from it, to your surprise, the silly human giving it a fearful look.
  314. "Shh, it's just me. Go back to sleep."
  315. >With a few blinks, he nestles in close, curling around you like a big cat.
  316. >"N-never thought I'd-" He chokes.
  317. >You... You've never seen Anon tear up.
  318. >You didn't even know humans could do that.
  319. >He snaps out of it with a reassuring nuzzle under his chin, accompanied by a soft whicker.
  320. >With a shuddering breath, he tightens his grip on you, almost clinging on defensively.
  321. >For you or for him, you're not sure.
  322. >As you continue stroking his mane- hair, he starts to lean into it, his grip relaxing.
  323. >If you had foals with Anon, would they want to seek comfort in the same way?
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  325. >Not that you think about having foals with your best oat stealing buddy or anything.
  326. >You feel around in different areas too, "patting" him the same way he tries to do with ponies.
  327. >...Which you also had to explain that ponies don't like very much.
  328. >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.
  329. >According to your notes, this must be the pony equivalent of wiggling your snoot when something feels -really- good.
  330. >As you move it back up to rub his cheek, he thoughtlessly reaches for it, stopping near militrots away.
  331. >Why is he hesitating?
  332. >You close the distance, wrapping your magic around his hand.
  333. >The human cautiously grips it, turning beat red.
  334. >...This means you’re human married now, doesn’t it?
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